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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Royce Da 5'9"
Royce Da 5'9"
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eduardo Earle
Eduardo Earle
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Smith
Alexander Smith
Recording Engineer
Brian “B-Jones” Jones
Recording Engineer
Buscemi
Buscemi
Recording Engineer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Fuse
Fuse
Producer
I.V. Duncan
I.V. Duncan
Recording Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mastering Engineer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Recording Engineer
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Highland
Ryan Highland
Recording Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Summertime were the funnest times Momma used to had to say come inside like a hunnid times Flat booty, big titty bitches just on they grind My nigga Moody used to say they was built like the number nine, hah Wish I could be childish for old times Either y'all were Tranzor Z or y'all were Voltron Stole bikes with Ike until the time that he stole mine Told Mom, she told me what comes 'round, goes 'round Stop, Right (right there) I never said that life was fair (fair) Look, we had our best times when momma and papa went out and someone like my auntie would watch us She just smoked weed and want not to be bothered We go and leave the house to not be by her She was our favorite, she never would holler She get high and give out several dollars Every time she get the camera she'd tell me to smile knowing damn well I was never no smiler Stop, Right (right there) I never said that life was fair (fair) Hey girl, how you doing? Yeah, Greg's in there getting dressed, how are the children? I see you got you a new car. ... Getting along, gettin 'along. Ryan is doing well. Uh, girl I gotta go Greg is calling me. It was good talkin' to you baby. I can't stand that bitch, ugh I said stop right there (right there) I never said that life was fair (fair) Look, same girl that mama just was talking all fake to Used to borrow our papers and all of our things She was always ungrateful, always had bad news Always into the latest gossip, always was tryin' to show our father her nudes That shit not cool, one day we went out in town and they broke the door down on our house and stole all of our food Stole from us, we ain't have much more than you Stop, stop right there You know when karma catch you, everything in your life goin' fail You gon' be a failure You gon' be a failure Said, you gon' be a failure You gon' be a failure We gotta move
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Ryan D. Montgomery, Sam Barsh, Eduardo R Jr Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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