Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Vocals
Allan Kingdom
Vocals
Paul McCartney
Vocals
Theophilus London
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Paul McCartney
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Noah Goldstein
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Mario Winans
Songwriter
Tyler Bryant
Songwriter
Allan Kyariga
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Cydel Young
Songwriter
Victor Mensah
Songwriter
Che Pope
Songwriter
Charles Njapa
Songwriter
Malik Yusef El Shabazz Jones
Songwriter
Patrick Reynolds
Songwriter
Ernest Brown
Songwriter
Noel Ellis
Songwriter
Rennard East
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
Velous
Producer
French Montana
Producer
Diddy
Producer
Charlie Heat
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Recording Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Plain Pat
Additional Producer
Travis Scott
Additional Producer
Allen Ritter
Additional Producer
Mario Winans
Additional Producer
Matthew Testa
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Sean Oakley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Zeke Mishanec
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeremy Hartney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tristan Bott
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All day, ****
All day, ****
[Verse 2]
How long you **** ball?
All day, ****
How much time you spent at the mall?
All day, ****
How many runners did you get on call?
All day, ****
Swish, swish
How long they keep you in court?
All day, ****
Take you to get this fly?
All day, ****
Tell your PO how, how long you been high?
All day, ****
Now, you already know I'm straight from the Chi
All day, ****
South, south, south side
All day, ****
[Verse 3]
This 'Ye ****
Shopping for the winter
And it's just May, ****
Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, ****
And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures
For that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, ****
Just talk to Farrakhan, that's sensei, ****
Told him I've been on ten since the tenth grade, ****
Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my ****, uh
I don't let 'em play with me
I don't let them talk to me in no kind of way
They better watch what they say to me
**** still gettin' popped on the day-to-day
Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, ****
Might spend fifty racks on my off day, ****
You a fake Denzel, like the Allstate ****
If you run into me, better have Allstate with you, uh
[Verse 4]
You a Rico Suave ****
Ride around listening to Sade, ****
If you ain't with us, you in our way, ****
You an actor, you should be on Broadway, ****
'Cause you do shit the broad way, ****
Your bitch got an ass, but my broad way thicker
Late for the class in the hallway, ****
Yeah, the dropout at it as always, ****
As always
[Verse 5]
All day, ****
I took a deep sweet breath and I reached into my Earth
Gave him what I had left
At that moment, I dispersed
At that moment, I dispersed
All day, ****
[Verse 6]
How, how how long you ball?
All day, ****
How much time you spend at the mall?
All day, ****
How long it take you to get this fly, fly?
All day, ****
Tell your PO how, how long you been high, high?
All day, ****
Pour some Henn over for my **** that die
All day, ****
And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side
All day, ****
Now, you already know I'm straight from the Chi
All day, ****
South, south, south side
All day, ****
[Verse 7]
I could do this all day boy, I'm finna turn this bitch out
Any day 'Ye in the streets boy, there been a motherfucking drought
Don't really matter what I make boy, you know I still go wild
Like a light-skinned slave boy, we in the mothafuckin' house
Right now, you looking real sus right now
I swear I've been on the fly like a month right now
Stupid **** getting money, Forrest Gump right now
Shout out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now
They be looking at the gram, I've been looking at the Grammy's
Like, wuh, that's us right now (Right now)
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five days everybody getting paid
**** looking at me like I'm worth both MJs
People say 'Ye, 'Ye take it easy
Twenty Gs for the Yeezy's off of eBay
**** do the most and they ain't done shit
Only way I could sum it up, son of a bitch
[Verse 8]
Hands up, hands up
Some want you dead aye, aye, aye, aye
All day, ****
[Verse 9]
I took a deep sweet breath and I reached into my Earth
Gave him what I had left
At that moment I, dispersed
At that moment I, dispersed
[Verse 10]
Get low, alright, alright
Get low, alright, alright
Alright, get low
Alright, alright
Get low
Alright, get low
Alright, alright
South, south, south side
All day, ****
[Verse 11]
Well, well, well
Let me run
Let me run to see who come undone
You've been right
In my face
Let me run till you're off my case
Written by: Allan Kyariga, Allen Ritter, Charles Njapa, Che Pope, Cydel Young, Diddy, Ernest Brown, GOLDSTEIN NOAH D, Kanye West, Karim Kharbouch, Kendrick Lamar, MCCARTNYE PAUL JAMES, MIKE DEAN, Malik Yusef El Shabazz Jones, Mario Winans, Michael G. Dean, Noah Goldstein, Noel Ellis, Patrick Reynolds, Paul McCartney, Rennard East, Sean "Puffy" Combs, Tyler Bryant, Victor Mensah