Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cashh
Vocals
King Promise
Vocals
Kojey Radical
Vocals
Kwame “KZ” Kwei-Armah Jr.
Drum Programming
Bobii Lewis
Additional Vocals
Dayna Fisher
Bass Guitar
Ezme Gaze
Cello
Wayne Urquhart
Cello
Rashaan Brown
Guitar
Trevor Mires
Trombone
Charlie Stock
Viola
Stella Page
Viola
A. Pagulatos
Violin
Emma Blanco
Violin
Marsha Skinns
Violin
Sam Kennedy
Violin
Kwame Kwei Armah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cashh
Composer
King Promise
Songwriter
Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
Composer
Kwame “KZ” Kwei-Armah Jr.
Composer
Rayan El-Hussein Goufar
Composer
Neil Waters
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kwame “KZ” Kwei-Armah Jr.
Producer
Cameron Palmer
Additional Producer
Dan Cox
Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Joker
Mixing Engineer
Kwame Kwei Armah
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
King, King Promise
[Verse 2]
Say we go give up, no be option
Only thing on my mind is to survive
Diamond on my neck, you got my heart froze
Felony on the beat, 'cause I got survive
Crabs in the bucket
Friends turn to foes
Stay on my ten toes
Get up off the fold
As long as mama and my girls alright
Then everything is gonna be (Alright)
[Verse 3]
M nti, suro nipa gyae saman, Kwesi aye
Bad gyal take all my stress away
Good vibes anywhere, we dey
Yeah, yeah
Mi sey
Suro nipa gyae saman, Kwesi aye
Bad gyal take all my stress away
Good vibes anywhere
We dey
We dey
[Verse 4]
I dey call for the Lord when I stress, my dawg
(Why mi never hit him when we bless, my dawg?)
Blessin' inna di feel, yuh know di vibe can't go
(Now me weatherin' di storm, whether right or wrong)
Bad from mi born but mi righteous
(And mi never shed tears inna crisis, na)
Bad from mi born, but mi righteous
(And mi never shed tears inna crisis, no)
[Verse 5]
We only countin' summers in the city that I'm from
Had to live it up 'cause not too many living long
I figured if I got some money I could get my Diddy on
Crabs in the bucket, I get on my Diddy Kong
I had to put myself last just to put my city on
Got the last laugh, now my brothers living calm
Had to send a pretty penny to my brothers back at yard
Tell them hold that
Stack a pretty penny when I go back
Like throwbacks
[Verse 6]
Vibe and touch up yuh but dem still cyan feel me
An' a free me an' a RIP me
Back inna di day Mama woulda surely beat me
Now mi 'ave mi own yard, mi nuh affi screechie
Deep seas
Sea breeze
Green skies
Blue trees
Roll a spliff, kick back and debrief
I don't call at all
When I fall I call
[Verse 7]
I dey call for the Lord when I stress, my dawg
(Why mi never hit him when we bless, my dawg?)
Blessin' inna di feel, yuh know di vibe can't go
(Now me weatherin' di storm, whether right or wrong)
Bad from mi born but me righteous
(And mi never shed tears inna crisis, na)
Bad from mi born but me righteous
(And mi never shed tears inna crisis, no)
Written by: Cashief Nichols, Gregory Bortey Newman, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah, Kwame Kwei-Armah Jr., Rayan el - hussein rayo goufar