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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mozzy
Mozzy
Vocals
Danny Win
Danny Win
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Bryant
Caleb Bryant
Songwriter
David Grear Akhanovic
David Grear Akhanovic
Songwriter
Timothy Patterson
Timothy Patterson
Songwriter
Tzurel Halfon
Tzurel Halfon
Songwriter
Zuri Raphael
Zuri Raphael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caleb Bryant
Caleb Bryant
Producer
Daveo
Daveo
Producer
Zuri
Zuri
Producer
Kavin
Kavin
Producer
Franklyn Perez pka Piece
Franklyn Perez pka Piece
Mixing Engineer
Chris Longwood
Chris Longwood
Mastering Engineer
Christian Quinonez
Christian Quinonez
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Chalfant
Kevin Chalfant
Producer
Zuri Marley
Zuri Marley
Producer

Lyrics

No judging
You took me in with open arms
With open arms
Open arms, right here (right here)
You took me in with open arms
With open arms
Yeah, the streets welcomed with me open arms
But it ain't offer us nothin' except these broken hearts
We grew up together 'til **** grown apart
Then reunite in they prisons soon as they open yard (uh)
Dope fiend rentals turn into stolen cars
Blood that was 'posed to be lacin' us tryna overcharge
Did a year and left lil' bro in charge
Double back and now he more in charge
We ain't pourin' Par
I'm in a Lamb' like it's my only car
I'm showin' bars and I'm throwin' bars, stitchin' up this open heart
He took his time and they make no remarks
Forever schemin', I have no regards
No judging
You took me in with open arms
With open arms
Oh, no judging (open arms, right here) (right here)
You took me in with open arms
With open arms
We throw up 4s around this bitch, the thumb been amputated
Butterflies settin' in the Rollie, ain't no segregation
I'm on my way to grab this guala, what's your destination?
They killed that man in front his kids without no hesitation
Franklin faces by the bricks and you can keep the dubs
My **** poppin' when we shoppin', ain't no piecin' up
She couldn't keep it real for nothin', told her, "Keep in touch"
Applyin' pressure where it's needed, ain't no easin' up
We leasin' what? This off the lot, I paid an easy buck
Crate of guns, I'm finna load 'em all and grease 'em up
I heard you boys been teamin' up, that's what you need for us
You better watch the shit you post if **** beef with us
No judging
You took me in (you took me in) with open arms (with open arms)
With open arms (oh)
Oh, no judging (open arms, right here)
You took me in with open arms
With open arms
No judging (no judgement)
You took me in (you took me in) with open arms (with open arms)
With open arms (with open arms)
Open arms, right here (right here)
You took me in (oh, yeah, she did) with open arms (hey, hey)
With open arms (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, judging
You took me in with open arms
With open arms
Open arms, right here (right here)
You took me in with open arms
Written by: Caleb Bryant, David Grear, David Grear Akhanovic, Kavin Smith, Timothy Patterson, Tzurel Halfon
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