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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eckhart Tolle
Eckhart Tolle
Narrator
Baby Keem
Baby Keem
Vocals
Grandmaster Vic
Grandmaster Vic
Strings
Daniel Koroma
Daniel Koroma
Background Vocals
Valentine Coker
Valentine Coker
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hykeem Carter
Hykeem Carter
Songwriter
J. Pounds
J. Pounds
Songwriter
OKLAMA
OKLAMA
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OKLAMA
OKLAMA
Producer
J.LBS
J.LBS
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Johnathan Turner
Johnathan Turner
Recording Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Recording Engineer
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You ever seen your momma strung out while you study division?
Your uncle ever stole from you day after Christmas?
Seen both of those in them county jail visits
The first and the fifteenth, the only religion
Noodles in the microwave, Shark Tank, tidal wave
Grandma shootin' ****, blood on the highway
Crosses on the dashboard, you just want a platform
I'm gonna take everything that I ask for
[Verse 2]
Catch me a body, I put that on anybody but my mama
She showin' a pattern for certain, I think it's white panties and minimum condoms
My uncle would tell me the shit in the movies could only be magic
This year, I did forty-three shows and took it all home to buy him a casket
Jack of all trades, got money out the way, put my heart in the faith, I'm good, love
Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped out the porch, turned a brick to a Porsche, I'm good, love
Catch us, you know I'm gon' rack up, I need the advance and the equity to match up
The engineer dead if the drive don't back up
These words come from God, you could never out-rap us
[Verse 3]
Nowadays, gotta walk cautious, aye
Nowadays, I'ma new prophet, aye
Game dead, no autopsy, aye
City girl with they new hobby, aye
Catch a body, put the Prada in the ta-da
**** 'bout to get some pussy, give me five
Gun dirty, got the .30 in the purse-purse
Tight bitch put a perky in a salad
[Verse 4]
I gotta pray for the basic
I never seen my **** bust down faces, them **** not tasteless
I only had one chance, I ain't even waste it
[Verse 5]
Been down on my luck
Been down on my luck when I fall
I gotta get up
I gotta get back up and ball
R.I.P. under my people, I'm proud of my people, I'm proud of my dawgs
My ex got a Beamer, she want me to see it, I still ain't gon' see it, like, okay
I love when it ratchet, I don't do a Patek, I still do the watches the old way
She think I'm conceited, I'm thinking 'bout cheatin', I don't do the flowers or role play
Now, how can I fold looking at 20 million? This money don't come with a probate
Momma, I said it'd be okay
[Outro]
I got this shit brackin' in four days
Four eyes
Four eyes
Two eyes
Switch sides, **** be fresh out suicide doors, I suicide, suicide
Lambo' body, who gon' stop me? Baby Keem is too wild
Function at the temple, Jesus pieces in the luau
Mr. Morale
Written by: Johnathan Turner, Hykeem Carter, J. Pounds, M. Spears, OKLAMA
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