制作

出演艺人
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
声乐
Space
Space
编程
作曲和作词
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
词曲作者
Evan Jarrod Milton
Evan Jarrod Milton
词曲作者
制作和工程
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
工程师
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
助理工程师
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
母带工程师
Space
Space
制作人

歌词

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Mama
[Verse 1]
My daughter spoiled like I used to be, I used to think
**** was thorough, shit was for life, Rachel my wife
Mama won't change, bro in the game
Pops preachin' the same thing they ain't had before the fame
I just need my space right now
Runnin' the mileage up, grab the thermometer
Look at these ****' face, they mad 'cause my dollars up
Bank account super cocky like Ye with the collar up
**** callin' me 'opp' like they really took shots at us
Started seein' more money, was motivated for this moment
I'm talkin' to my opponent, I'm in the mirror, I noticed (Yeah)
Never was supposed to win, these **** dyin' to show it (Dyin')
Loyalty, these bitches playin', you know they dyin' to know me
Spent some money on Rollies, I ain't got no time to be wastin'
In penthouses in the sky, I'm countin' money and pacin'
My wrist is gettin' too crowded, I spent your chain on a bracelet
We wanted the elevation, ain't know this shit came with hatred (Yeah)
Lightskin bitch, got her pregnant, she got a baby
She tellin' me her situation, I know this shit 'bout some paper
Brown pretty ting from the West, say it's my baby
DNA test say it's good, congrats, you made it
[Bridge]
And you can't really tell me this shit ain't 'bout no clout 'cause I know how it go (I know how this shit go)
I took her on tour, no pressure, man, I'm used to takin' risks on the road (For real)
Fuck these ****, I'ma go and get this shit, get this shit on my own (Phew)
You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen while I stand at the stove
[Verse 2]
My brother sent a text, took it as disrespect
Say I don't say enough about him when I spit these raps
He know I love him from the bottom, I'm just speaking facts
I wish I listened to you early, man, these streets is real
Right now, I'm thinkin' back, gunshots and raids
All of them nights I prayed, I'm seeing for better days (For real)
Long walks to school, practices in them games
Hating in our hood, call on me and I came (Yeah)
Let a **** play, we gon' demonstrate, I'm spendin' everything
Know your daughter like mines too, she gettin' everything (Yeah, yeah)
If them tables were turned, ****, I'd let you do the same (Damn)
I just waited my turn, ****, bro, you can get the Range
Fuck the beef, fuck the words, ****, you seen a **** pain
If it's one thing I learned, ****, for me, you'll never change
You know Face, he one thorough ****, I'm bleedin' for the game
That Patrón kinda fucked me up, I'm breathin' kinda strange
Many nights with no paper on me, that money never made me (Damn)
Learned to talk with no heart, B, our love was devastated
Team was fuckin' with my head, damn, I damn hear couldn't take it
Woke up to a cold world, it's like they stripped me naked
Street dreams and was hungry, we set up in a vacant
I just sleep when that load there, we pressin' in the basement
**** probably wouldn't knew me, the years that I was facin'
You ain't gotta go see LeBron, you wanna witness greatness
[Outro]
I just need my space right now
I know, I need some motherfuckin' space too
I need space, what the fuckin' word, ****? Yeah
She can't spit on me, ****
No faith when I'm in my body, know that
Written by: Evan Jarrod, Marcellus Register, Scaife Milton
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