Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Vocals
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
Earlly Mac
Vocals
Wale
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Dustin James Corbett
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
Earl Taylor
Songwriter
Nicholas Race
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Producer
Rogét Chahayed
Additional Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Mixing Engineer
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Hector Fernandez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dustin James Corbett
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Yeah (oh, yeah)
I'm broken in pieces down to the soul
I know the whole world can feel it
I know that they can see it (oh), uh
Oh, I hate to admit that I need you, I need you, I need you
Next to me
You said that you were right for me
And I hear you
But right now I need to feel you right next to me
'Cause this is all I got, prove that you got me
(Oh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Broken pieces
'Cause this is all I got, prove that you got me
Yeah
So if you say, "Nigga," then I'ma say, "Is that a Ritz?" Mmm
Ooh, 50 niggas deep (deep), hundred niggas step
Million Man March (mmm), cracker, don't you start (yeah)
Hold yo' head, guard yo' heart
Hold yo' head, uh
Nigga, get yo' bread, uh, light yo' spark
Strike yo' mark, life don't stop
So hold yo' head, guard yo' heart
Hold yo' head, yeah
Conflicted in this free-based world of give and take (take)
'Cause I always rather give than to be the one sayin' thanks (woah)
Conflicted like bein' signed to Ye and managed by Jay
Conflicted like bein' cool with Pusha and Drake (damn)
Conflicted like reppin' a city where I hardly stay (stay)
Or knowin' that you wrong but it's too hard to say
Hold yo' head (hold yo' head), guard yo' heart (guard yo' heart)
In my life, those were the hardest parts (yeah)
So many dark times, I wish I caught a spark
Or learned not seein' eye-to-eye
Could be fixed with a heart-to-heart (God)
So many lost, I feel lost, got me feelin' like a real nigga, Holocaust
Got me mournin' while it's dark (dark)
Life'll eat you alive, we know how to be a meal
Shit, rather than see a mill', to make it out you need a skill (yeah)
Thought I was past my past, but let's be clear (clear)
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear (swerve)
Regrettin' everything in life is my only fear (my only fear)
And you know what they say about not conquerin' fears (what?)
If you don't, then they'll always be near
As that reminder in your ear, shit that I ain't tryna hear (nah)
Hold yo' head (hold yo' head), guard yo' heart (guard yo' heart)
In my life, those were the hardest parts (swerve)
Oh, you mistake me fallin' down for fallin' off (woah)
Or mistake me bein' soft for speakin' from the heart
I guess life hasn't taught you as much as you thought
Instead of pickin' up your missin' pieces, you pick me apart (God)
Boy, hold your head but guard your heart
Got tired of white silence, so the riots started
And the robbers robbed, you wylin' 'cause yo' product gone?
We mad that Eric Garner, Breonna, Gianna father gone
Yeah, a lot of trauma, we tired, exhausted
Ermias the prophet said it'd be a marathon, look
Seen all my dawgs shown me God was watchin' (woah)
Pandemic slowin' 'em down, they fastin', Ramadan
The land of 50 stars, on Hollywood marchin'
White friends don't got us
I promise you, I'll block 'em (straight up)
I'ma count my bread, I defied the odds
And fuck the Saint quarterback 'cause he ain't Saint Laurent
Boy, from here on out, we on Peyer Moss
If we leave Reebok, we still bring 'em pumps and all the broads
Yeah, I motivate (I motivate), I don't divide (I don't divide)
The 45 a coward for practicing otherwise
A burnt nation, still it's under God
Not gonna throw the towel in, I'm by my brother's side
Your niggas be yo' niggas when you level up
You see that yo' niggas and brothers different when luck is up
So I trust nothing, this industry's something
My biggest rival is my mind protecting my thoughts
As well as my heart
It's 50 niggas deep, hundred niggas step
Million Man March, cracker, don't you start
Hold yo' head, guard yo' heart
Hold yo' head, uh
Nigga, get yo' bread, uh, light yo' spark
Strike yo' mark, life don't stop
So hold yo' head, guard yo' heart
Hold yo' head, yeah
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Sean Michael Anderson, Dustin James Corbett, Earl Patrick Taylor, Brandon Paak Anderson, Roget Chahayed, Nicholas Leon Race
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