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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Vocals
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Hill
Songwriter
Tommy Parker
Songwriter
George Stone III
Songwriter
Marqueze Parker
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
Thomas Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Parker
Producer
Taylor Hill
Producer
Tommy Parker
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Stephen Keller
Recording Engineer
Marqueze Parker
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Thomas Brown
Producer
Lyrics
Told you, told you, told you, told you
Anthem (anthem)
For me, for me, told you
Anthem (anthem)
For me, for me, told you
Anthem (anthem)
For me, for me (ayy, ayy)
Why would I ever trip on my spot when I earned it?
Y'all act in discernment
They prolly gone talk about you not at the next sermon
Difference is you do it on purpose, and me, I do it for a purpose
Just know as long as I'm up, that it's never your turn in
Look, they must've forgot that I'm my daddy's son (woah)
And if I'm after him, they have to run, okay, you had a run
Difference is we the ones that run it
Discipline is the difference between who got it and who want it
They rather count me out than count me in
Always count on me, y'all boy's counterfeit
Ayy, rolling with the punches, boy, I counted it
Y'all really judging me and I can't honor it
See, I was born in the ashes so of course I rise
I'm in that state of mind, for real, y'all just borderline
I wake up to look inside my daughter eyes
And realize I'm immortalized
Born in the ashes so of course I rise
There's diamonds on my gold
They must've forgot that I'm my daddy's son (whoa)
We the ones that run it
Born in the ashes so of course I rise
There's diamonds on my gold
They must've forgot that I'm my daddy's son (whoa)
We the ones that run it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been under fire so long, but heat made a shiner out of coal
There's diamonds on my gold
Loyalty take a toll on my soul but I can't fold
Red snow made my heart cold
Up close on his clothes like I'm tryna scan a barcode
Then he hit the gas, pipe sound like Pop Smoke
I wasn't nervous or nothing, I seen it and locked in on
Come from where a hot stove could heat up your house cold
Can't buy tobacco but head of his household
Pack crumbs stale faced, they all say he act wrong
Survivor's over tap phone, hit up his back bone
You gotta know the trap code, don't run 'til the pack gone
Fighting for my life or choose to end up a sad song, yeah
Fighting for my life or choose to end up a sad song, yeah
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Thomas Lee Brown, Tommy Parker, Taylor Drevan Hill, Frank James Jr Brim, George A. Stone Iii, Thomas Simpson Parker, Jr., Marquez Parker, George Albert Stone
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