Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
Vocals
Chance the Rapper
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Vocals
YK Osiris
Vocals
1st Class
Programming
Mantiz
Programming
jetsonmade
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Osiris Williams
Songwriter
Chancelor Johnathan Bennett
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Kenyatta Griffin
Songwriter
Jay Christopher McCorkle
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1st Class
Producer
Mantiz
Producer
Danny Hurley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin "Black Pearl" McCloskey
Mixing Engineer
Xavier Daniel
Recording Engineer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Elton Chueng
Mastering Engineer
jetsonmade
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a **** tempt me
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon going down in history
[Verse 2]
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No ho, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come 'round and don't say nothing
('Cause' he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)
[Verse 3]
Let me pop my shit
I came from shit, three of us and my mom, she couldn't pay rent
Two jobs, all alone, she couldn't quit
We was home alone when we was jits
That's before I was grown, before I was on
I ain't have no shoes, I ain't have no clothes
Let me wear your shoes, let me fuck your bitch
I ain't have no car, I ain't have no whip
Wonder why a **** cover his ears when y'all talk
'Cause it ain't nobody that can tell me shit
I just spent 30K on my daughter birthday
Everybody had fun, **** everybody lit
When a **** go home, I don't answer my phone
Everybody wanna leach, everybody want a loan
Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna click
I don't wanna be friends, **** get off my dick!
I ain't have time to think, I ain't have time to breathe
I been praying to the Lord, I been talking on my knees
I been thinking bout my pops, I been thinking bout my opps
Thinking how I can stop me a **** when he breathing
When a **** play with me, I ain't looking for my phone
I ain't finna drive away, I ain't looking for my keys
The fuck these **** know about me?
[Verse 4]
This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a **** tempt me
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon going down in history
[Verse 5]
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No ho, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come 'round and don't say nothing
('Cause he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)
[Verse 6]
Put yourself in my shoes
Like I abandoned the race
And you ran in my place
Shoes too big but they use hair strands as a lace, and they break
When it's hot outside, you don't want fans in your face
But you might want a fan in your face
When ya man got a heat and a hand on the waist (Band)
Gotta keep a cool head, **** got PTSD these days
Some folks ain't live to see these days
I be in the lab like Dex, coolin', taking these Dee Dee breaks
Long, the PD way, I can write a book like TD Jakes
Walking 'round my city in some house shoes
Know they always wanted someone they could honk and shout too
Just gotta remember got a family and a house too
Don't get caught up with the one that's still function without you
[Verse 7]
This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a **** tempt me
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon going down in history
[Verse 8]
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No ho, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come 'round and don't say nothing
('Cause he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)
[Verse 9]
I'm the only **** left, homie
It ain't right how they all went left on me
**** took my heart and they stepped on it
Lately, I've been hanging by myself, homie
These fuck **** make me sick, they got my nauseous
Paranoid, all this money moving cautious
Flipping quarters on the corner to a baller
Run up on Gucci, you gone see the coroner
Bright carats in my chest, not pointers
Paris fashion week fresh like a foreigner
**** tried to rob me now he a goner
Gucci Mane preach that gospel to the mourners (Wop)
[Verse 10]
This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a **** tempt me
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history
[Verse 11]
('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No ho, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come 'round and don't say nothing
('Cause he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)
Written by: Jonathan Kirk, Osiris Williams, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Radric Delantic Davis, Tahj Morgan, Kenyatta Griffin, Jay McCorkle