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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Earl Sweatshirt
Vocals
Domo Genesis
Vocals
Chad Hugo
Keyboards
Ron Gilmore
Keyboards
The Magictones
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thebe Kgositsile
Songwriter
Dominique Cole
Songwriter
Paul Willis
Songwriter
Tyrone Douglas
Songwriter
Kehinde Hassan
Songwriter
Taiwo Hassan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Rich
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living honest
Except I promised my momma that I would finish college, started chasing profit
Sorry ma, I ain't forget about it but if money evil
I'm hoping that you could see through all the drama
and watch me get these dollars
And my ambition burn so hot, it's like I'm bleeding lava
Haters be pleading me to stop, but I don't even bother
Though my approach is seeming awkward, I could see it proper
See success and I just see the fact that I don't need a father
Doms hotter than the drop of Harry Potter shit
Pedal to the metal, high-level, full throttle shit
Still searching for a reason why niggas ain't acknowledge this
I'm lost in an era where real shit does not exist
I need the sway of things, I'm everyday cooling it
I'm getting blazed and laughing at the way they overdoing shit
I'm just a old soul sticking to a newer script
I guess I got to prove this shit, I'm truly too legit to quit
I'd like to send a shout to the fathers that didn't raise us
To every hoe who hated, now unable to say much
To critics doing dirty with comments and nigga paid for an apartment
Yesterday off some songs I haven't yet made up
Black Cressida, pay up
Bars going hard as the ashtray where I place guts
Shouts to the eses who paid pesos to play us, riding in the barrio
Huff and puff blowing kush in Huf clothing articles
Kenny rolling blunts, got us stuck like a barnacle
To the bottom of your shit, ironic cause the audio
As nautical as ships, look momma, look momma
Look, your product is legit, I promise, honest
Karma got me balling up my fist
'Til I demolish your clique, pardon the clips
I am honestly as bomb as it gets, regardless of who talking
I'm farming, harvesting hits
Just me and Domo and lit marijuana to split between two of us
Rocking boxes easy as warming some ramen noodles up
So, searching for a way to state it right
Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy strolling through the night
Writer(s): Dominique Marquis Cole, Thebe Kgositsile, Kehinde Hassan, Taiwo Hassan, Tyrone Douglas, Paul Willis
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