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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Eddie Kendricks
Eddie Kendricks
Sampled Artist
Jeremih
Jeremih
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Garry Glenn
Garry Glenn
Songwriter
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Sean
Big Sean
Producer
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Co-Producer
Maximilian Jaeger
Maximilian Jaeger
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, is it time?
[Verse 1]
Look, I spend my whole life tryna improvise
I'm not saying that shit for you to sympathize
Spend my whole life tryna find the light that's at the end of the tunnel
I should have realized it was inside
So lately I've been trying to get what's inside outside
So many people wanna see my insides outside
I'm from that city four hours East of Southside
Where everyone outside, but don't fuck with no outsiders
Goin' up, with the ones I hold it down with
Whole city got my back on some photobomb shit
Whole city blowin' up on some old Saddam shit
Before this, I was the one hoes tried to go to prom with
[PreChorus]
You know, take the fame, take the crib, take our cars
Now we gotta take the train, hood **** takin' chains
Slavemaster take our names, 5-0 take the shot
And young souls take the blame, man, but they can't take away the light
[Chorus]
No matter how much they gon' shade you
No, man, they can't fuck with the light
They can't stop your shine
They can't fuck with the light
Hell nah, the boy's that bright
Even if you take away my life, you can't take the light
No matter how much they gon' shade you
[Verse 2]
Got the whole city on fire
Boy, this the flow that got Steph Curry inspired
This the flow that got Lebron James finna rewire
This the flow that got my whole family finna retire
Flows on flows, I might drown in this bitch
Ye found a pro, guess I'm profound in this bitch
My dad from Louisiana, man, the smallest town
Where if They know you're brown, they might hold you down and even hose you down, man
Since I'm his son, I feel like I gotta stunt hard
I took the hand that they gave me and played the Donald Trump card
And realized countin' money never feel as good as countin' blessings
And a loaded mind is more dangerous than a loaded weapon
[PreChorus]
So when they take the fame, take our crib, take our cars
Now we gotta take the train, and hood **** takin' chains
Slavemaster take our names, 5-0 take the shot
And young souls take the blame, man, but they can't take away the light
[Chorus]
No matter how much they gon' shade you
No, man, they can't fuck with the light
They can't stop the shine
No, they can't fuck with the light
Hell, no the boy's that bright
Even if you take away my life, you can't take the light
[Outro]
No matter how much they gon' shade you
Nah
Don't let them take away your soul
No, no
Don't let them take away what makes you whole
Written by: Amaire Johnson, Garry Glenn, Jeremy Felton, Sean Anderson
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