Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skip Waiters
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skip Waiters
Producer
Lyrics
Trust me wit a Glock
Bad decision if I walk
At a disadvantage when you come from poverty
Uh huh
I got mental damage but I’m tryna build me back
uh huh
Affirmations in the mirror I reflect on that
Uh huh
World ain’t what it seam but I sew to make the sweater
I get what I reap figuratively it’s sweet & tender
It’s a game of chess but you boys been playing checkers
Found myself a mate it ain’t hard to see the splendor
Splendor
I got me some help
I been talking with my therapist
I got me some help
I can’t tell you what the answer is
I got me some help
I can lead you to the spring
I got me some help
I got me some help when shit get real
I got me some help so I can tell you how I feel
Bottled my emotion but I had to pop the seal
Learn to let you in if i really wanna heal
8:00AM on county road
Tryna write my wrong
I can’t sell my soul
For some pussy & thong
Yeah the ass fat
But that shit don’t really mean nun
need a bitch with substance
At least a little something
My **** came from nothing
Got no time for bluffing
This her favorite song
Like pharrell (for real)
She be frontin
You **** can’t tell me nothing
Like I’m signed to ye
Parents on my back
We had problems everyday
Than I had my daughter
That’s when I saw my mistakes
I became a father
Got a tea party in May
Tear for her departure
When she find herself a mate
I can’t be no prouder
If she pick a man like me
need a new Estate
Might retire on a lake
Had to decompress
All this pressure on my brain
Im an introvert
I decide to tuck the chain
might have to swerve
If you drive all in my lane
Smooth operator
Like I’m big daddy Kane
One page away
If you tryna ease pain
She don’t like dem boyz
Cause you **** all the same
Young Skip Usain
Cause I run around her brain
I don’t mind a sad day cause I know the rain stop
Use to run the fade before I had the braid pop
New friends turn to enemies grandma say they lost
Can’t lose sleep, blood thicker than the cross
Gotta cross T’s when I walk
Dot i’s cause the family all I got
Real friends they supporting me on the block
Got a message. we all believe in a cause
Written by: Christopher Martin
