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Credits

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

[Verse 1]
Summertime were the funnest times
Momma used to have to say come inside like a hunnid times
Flat booty, big titty bitches just on they grind
My **** Moody use to say they was built like the number nine
Wish I would be childish for old times
Either y'all were Tranzor Z or y'all were Voltron
Stole bikes with Ike until time that he stole mine
Told mom, she told me, what comes 'round, goes 'round
[Verse 2]
Stop, right (Right there)
I never said that life, was fair (Fair)
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Stop, right (Right there)
I never said that life, was fair (Fair)
[Verse 5]
Hey girl, how you doin'?
Yeah, Greg's in there gettin' dressed, how are the children?
I see you got you a new car
You know I'm just gettin' along, gettin' along
Ryan's doin' well, uh, girl I gotta go Greg is callin' me
It was good talkin' to you, baby
I can't stand that bitch, ugh
[Verse 6]
I said stop, right (Right there)
I never said that life, was fair (Fair)
[Verse 7]
Look, same girl that momma just talkin' all fake to
Used to borrow our papers, and all of our things
She was always on ungrateful, always had bad news
Always into the latest gossip, always tryna show our father her nudes
That shit not cool
One day we went outta 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
[Verse 8]
Stop, uh
Stop right there
You know when karma catch you
Everything in your life gon' 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
Written by: Eduardo R Jr Earle, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, R. Montgomery, Sam Barsh
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