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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
6LACK
Rap
Nicholas Veinoglou
Guitar
Nick Veinoglou
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakob Rabitsch
Composer
Scribz Riley
Composer
Gordon Sumner
Composer
Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakob
Producer
Nicholas Veinoglou
Producer
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Joshua Deguzman
Mixing Engineer
Jared Gagarin
Mixing Engineer
Nick Veinoglou
Producer
Scribz Riley
Producer
Lyrics
I think I'ma drive the lamb' today (uh)
I don't get hyped off a like, been a long week
I had to put the 'Gram away (uh)
Focus on the shit that matter, go get the bag
Bring it back for your family's sake (uh)
No more stressin'
I know the method and I'm down to spread the word until my family straight
(Ayy, okay, ayy, okay, okay, okay)
Got so many diamonds, they like, "Oh, Lord"
Big business plans in my Goyard
Young and still humble, tryna hold on
Heard 'em talkin' down, that shit just roll off
That shit just roll off (that shit just roll off)
I feel so top-tier (I feel so top-tier)
I hear 'em talk down (I hear 'em talk down)
But I do not care (but I do not care)
'Cause when it's full circle, no, I will not spare (will not)
It's been a long road (it's been a long)
No, you were not there (no, you were not, no, you werе not)
Never let your mouth get that diarrhea
I see you motherfucker and I wouldn't wanna be you
(I wouldn't wanna be you, ayy, wanna be you, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I just spoke to God on the phone (ayy)
That ain't cap (nah, nah)
He was there (he was there)
Loud and clear (loud and clear)
I said, "What's up?", He talked back
Don't let your enemies throw you off track (ayy)
No weapon formed, even devilish horns
By the people, I'm sworn
Since the day I was born, motherfuck
(Look, I ain't gotta say it, yeah)
Ayy, I just spoke to God on the phone and He don't like ugly
Flawed people hate me but the real niggas love me
I'm speakin' your mind 'cause I been through
Everything every other person been through
I've always been the one that my people could vent to
You gotta want it on your own, I can't convince you
I stopped makin' excuses and speakin' on things I don't know
You should do the same, that should be your one goal
Another million, I'ma need a drumroll
Been through the rain without a poncho
And it ain't all about the hundos
But I'ma use them hundos to buy my block, I'll see you at the top
I just spoke to God on the phone (on the phone)
That ain't cap (nah, nah)
He was there (He was there)
Loud and clear (loud and clear)
I said, "What's up?" ("What's up?"), He talked back (He talked back)
Don't let your enemies throw you off track (ayy)
No weapon formed, even devilish horns
By the people, I'm sworn
Since the day I was born, motherfuck
(Look, I ain't gotta say it, yeah)
Me a couple years ago is not me today
That should come as no surprise
I need answers, I go to God
He talk back
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner, Dominic James Miller, Jakob Rabitsch, Michael Jemitope Abiola Olusol Orabiyi, Ricardo Valdez Jr. Valentine, Nicholas Fahey Veinoglou
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