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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Keyboards
Chris Dave
Chris Dave
Drums
Derrick Hodge
Derrick Hodge
Bass Guitar
Jahi Sundance
Jahi Sundance
DJ
James Poyser
James Poyser
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Composer
Baby Rose
Baby Rose
Composer
Chris Dave
Chris Dave
Composer
Derrick Hodge
Derrick Hodge
Composer
Marlanna Evans
Marlanna Evans
Composer
DaVionne
DaVionne
Composer
Tim Maxwey
Tim Maxwey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Producer
Chris Dave
Chris Dave
Co-Producer
Derrick Hodge
Derrick Hodge
Co-Producer
Qmillion
Qmillion
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Fuck your expectations Fuck your reservations Fuck your validation The same for entertainment In these situations, trials and tribulations It get's frustratin' I want to runaway babe I'm in the city where the shots are raining Those who calling their calls are shaming When they move, they move like the snakes in Better come and make shift How does may shift My hands are shaking Wonder if I'll overtake this Wonder if I'll ever make it out Fuck your expectations Fuck your reservations Fuck your validation The same for entertainment In these situations, with this stipulations It get's frustratin' I want to runaway babe I'll be dreaming but I ain't got to pay in But I'm knowing that I come from greatness And my veins is stemmed from her making I'm pulling from pain my motivation To raise the stake in I'm in this rat race I'll admit I'm anxious I won't be intimidated Yeah, you played yourself (why'd you do that?) Bunch of torn ACL's Trying to raise me my marathon like ATLs (Yeah) So bust through the door HGLs Rose, they bet against me Kendrick and Cole, K.R.I.T That famous shit (yeah), we never begged for it (never) Grabbed the game by the balls without showing a tit (ha) Still milked it ho, ya own 2% (wow) But I be on em like OWN, Oprah Winfrey (Oprah) This one is for all the Indians (yeah) Ya'll used to talk about rap being ugly and black Now I am pretty much the greatest bitch in (now) Expected me to fall, did it 9 times Now ya'll see I'm in my 10th year Count my winnings (ha) Look into the future, I don't see no ending (nah) It's a bird, it's a plane, yeah I'm still ascending (fo' sho) Expected ya'll to do better by us But we looking towards everyone but us depending (ah) On them to give a fuck (give a fuck) I don't wear Gucci, for you for us (yeah) Only labels I give dollars to and trust (come on) You can throw shots, don't expect me to duck (no) I'm on yo' head, a rose in the concrete Baby Rose tell these foes they can't compete (tell 'em Rose) See the god, they gonna see the god (uh) Jehovah, Buddha, whoever that they pray to dog (whoever) I ain't the one, just for fun can come Battle in my head, a nigga been ready to run (bup bup bup) Rap, expect that mother fucker' (mother fucker) Expect that, none other (none other) Than the greatest, meh, call me the GOAT (rap) Tell these niggas I don't mean to gloat But you know I got you for real Fuck your expectations Fuck your reservations Fuck your validation The same for entertainment In these situations, trials and tribulations It get's frustratin' Trying to overtake it Fuck your expectations Fuck your reservations Fuck your validation The same for entertainment In these situations, trials and tribulations It get's frustratin' Trying to overtake it
Writer(s): Derrick Hodge, Christopher Dave, Robert Glasper, Marlanna Evans, Baby Rose, Davionne, Tim Maxey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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