Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cordae
Vocals
Nils Noehden
Programming
Skippa Da Flippa
Programming
Kid Culture
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Daniel Hackett
Songwriter
Nils Noehden
Songwriter
Ronald Colson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nils Noehden
Producer
Aria Angel Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Skippa Da Flippa
Producer
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Recording Engineer
Pedro Calloni
Recording Engineer
Cordae Dunston
Executive Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Kid Culture
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ugh
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
[Verse 2]
I don't know where I'm goin'
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You **** goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
[Verse 3]
It's no complaining on this side
My ****, shit is not tolerated
Cut some **** off like a operation
Now my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that's inauguration
'Cause we cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waitin'
Divine timing, took a lot of patience
[Verse 4]
Now it's time for the takeover
All gas and the brake's slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo
Now I'm here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old ****, boy, your day is over
You mad at me 'cause your pay slower
Bitter ****, you a shade thrower
I was just sleeping on Ace sofa
[Verse 5]
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
'Cause I'm way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you're a Crayola
Got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These are things that I prayed over
[Verse 6]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
[Verse 7]
I don't know where I'm goin' (Huh)
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You **** goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)
[Verse 8]
Why cry over spilled milk
If you still feel I'm the real deal?
My bitch bad with no ill-will
'Cause she'll murk a **** like Kill Bill
Loose lips, sink ships
Cam'ron, pink drip that is my fashion
I'm not really with the high flashin'
There's no helping with my braggin'
[Verse 9]
I penetrated, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice, you eliminated (Lemonade-d)
Pussy **** always instigatin'
Can't fuck me over, boy, I'm too clever
That applies all to whoever
I'm just here to pursue pleasure
Boy, I'm goin' out like Hugh Hefner
[Verse 10]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
[Verse 11]
I don't know where I'm goin'
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You **** goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
[Verse 12]
(Baby Jesus, please save us)
(Baby Jesus, please save us)
Written by: YBN Cordae