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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
Teyana Taylor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Bianca Atterberry
Songwriter
Tommy Brown
Songwriter
Charles Micheal Anderson
Songwriter
Steven Franks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tommy Brown
Producer
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ah, tellin' me the things that you heard about
Nothin' good comes when you're searchin' for the wrong things
Somethin' feels off when I come around
Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?
[Verse 2]
You, everyone's a saint till the church lets out
That goes for you too
Everything ain't perfect, but I do it for
[Verse 3]
Who is you to judge me?
Just 'cause I'm drunk and stumblin' out the club
Me, her, and her girlfriend
Ain't nobody perfect but the Lord
You always quick to point out my flaws when I was leavin' out yours
[Verse 4]
Here's a message little girls, little boy
You could be the dirtiest motherfucker in the world, but have morals
Don't let nobody give you nothin', 'less you work for it
Ladies, get an education, you ain't gotta twerk for it
You know the Lord sent you a sign, don't ignore it
And that's whether you study from the Bible, or Quran, or the Torah
We original, indigenous, God among men
It's two things that's yours, your body and your sin
Gotta claim 'em, just like these so-called conservatives
Fight against the rights of homosexuals
Then go home and play with little kid
Shit, I promised all the shit that I'd ever did
Was to move out and leave out the hood
And keep me from trappin', not up the river
Huh, and my testimony, my testament
All the bullshit that I seen happen in life turned me into a pessimist
I'm cynical, yeah, I learned life is all about principal
You so judgmental 'cause your miserable
And my inner peace ain't expendable
[Verse 5]
Tellin' me the things that you heard about (Heard about)
Nothin' good comes when you're searchin' for the wrong things
Somethin' feels off when I come around (Yeah)
Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?
[Verse 6]
You, everyone's a saint till the church lets out
That goes for you too
Everything ain't perfect, but I do it for
[Verse 7]
I never seen nobody end up in the right place
Worried 'bout the wrong thing
So, in tri'lation, bet' do your own thing
See, some of my partners trap and some of 'em gang bang
Some of 'em snort powder, ju' barely maintain
No fucking with the Cali, got to grease the fist
Came home with a diploma, got a job making pennies
Homie like me who ain't finished high school
Dropped out and went to prison
Still ended up runnin multi-million dollar businesses
Huh, man if I tell you shit I knew about
You can tell the difference between me reflectin', and tryin' to glorify
'Cause most the time, this shit be borderline outta line (Outta line)
And you just wanna monetize
Only focus on the bottom line (Bottom line)
When it deeper than that (Yeah)
We here to analyze life and hope the people connect (Yeah)
We not just out here sellin' reefer, find the cheaper connect
Ju' waitin' on Tip to spit some shit again a G could respect (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
Tellin' me the things that you heard about (Heard about)
Nothin' good comes when you're searchin' for the wrong things
Somethin' feels off when I come around
Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?
[Verse 9]
You, everyone's a saint till the church lets out
That goes for you too
Everything ain't perfect, but I do it for
[Verse 10]
Uh, all for you-whoa
[Verse 11]
Yeah, you see the shit they missin' today is the G-code
You know, what we did, we did out of lack of options, you know
But we stick to a code
You win, you lose, but you abide by that code
You dig what I'm sayin'?
Written by: Bianca Atterberry, Charles Micheal Anderson, Clifford Harris, Jason Mater, Jordan Elizabeth Adelberger, Steven Franks, Tommy Brown