Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Katt Rockell
Katt Rockell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Songwriter
Dan Garcia
Dan Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Songwriter
Katrina Russ
Katrina Russ
Songwriter
Fredrik Nils Olof Halldin
Fredrik Nils Olof Halldin
Songwriter
Davud Ahmedzade
Davud Ahmedzade
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buda & Grandz
Buda & Grandz
Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Producer
Tommy Black & Daz
Tommy Black & Daz
Producer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Lee “PremeDream” Wiggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm here As your child Asking for mercy Asking for your guidance Praying that you will shine your light on my path On this day I come to you humbly Asking for your guidance (yeah, y'all ready?) Praying that you will shine your light (Gangsta Grillz) For the ones that's dearly departed I guitared it That means that I'm pulling strings for people I can't even talk with (I can't) The flow done got retarded since I started The niggas that help me start it We still talking We still building We still on it (still) Smelling Buda smoke all through the studio, knocking a Buda beat (Buda) Fat bitches Golden corral Shit all I do is eat (starving) Really ain't been broke in a while check out my files You can tell if it really comes from the heart, shit like a smile (smile) I'm just trying to score Couple niggas just tryna foul (foul me) Free all of my Homies that's down the time is now (right now) I never thought I'd see the day where I would play Tical 'Cause we was in the projects trying to scrape a hundred thousand (racks) This paper ain't gon' count itself We gotta make it now (right now) I couldn't walk up in it straight, I found my way around (around it) Just trying to talk about the pain and all the blood that stained the ground Got me vibin' knocking reggae thinking how Jamaica sound Bombaclaat You can't hustle here, go find another block A hundred shots Soul was lifted as soon as they spun the block (gone) He been a loser all his life, he don't care if he won or not (he don't care) Smoke sound like Rob Base, I wanna rock We love the block I seen niggas switch teams like they part of the league (that's crazy) My cousin rocket stains green wear his heart his the sleeve (way up north) Now everybody on my top guess the target is me (it's me) That was my man until he hated, we hardly could speak (we don't talk talk) I been that nigga since the day that I started to breathe 50 bitches on the yacht Niggas don't part like me (at all) If you on the block you feel it (feel it) Nobody talkin' like me It's crazy how the streets had us blinded We hardly could see (blind) Niggas end up in the water be part of the sea (drowning) Once they start blocking your vision, it gets harder to see (it's hard) We start drowning it get harder to breathe I just try to motivate with something we all could believe Real shit (real shit) Up in your crib a couple of men in black But ain't no Will Smith (all black) They say they want the real until you show 'em just how real get (it's real) I'm never really tryna destroy, just tryna build shit (let's build) You got in this shit to enjoy, I'm tryna kill shit I'm never really tryna destroy, just tryna build shit (let's build) You got in this shit to enjoy, I'm tryna kill shit I'm never really tryna destroy, just tryna build shit (let's build) You got in this shit to enjoy, I'm tryna kill shit (Gangsta Grillz) Forgive me for all (now that you gotten through all the scriptures) That I have done (it's time for the Book of David) and I have yet to do (DJ Drama)
Writer(s): David Brewster, Daniel Garcia, Francis Ubiera, Michael Richard Kuzoian, Fredrik Nils Olof Halldin, Davud Ahmedzade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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