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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Hus
J Hus
Vocals
Villz
Villz
Vocals
Thomas Broussard
Thomas Broussard
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Villz
Villz
Songwriter
Thomas Broussard
Thomas Broussard
Songwriter
TSB
TSB
Songwriter
Momodou Jallow
Momodou Jallow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TSB
TSB
Producer
Leandro Hidalgo
Leandro Hidalgo
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

TSB Baby, this' the comeback Every single day, I'm in combat Got nothin' to say, fuck the long chat Been there, we done that, got no one to rely on Born alone, die alone Had a dragon stick, shootin' a fire stove Everything my mama said was true Them times, I never had a clue, thought I knew it all I was tryna walk before I crawl When you know yourself, you stand tall Even if you slip, you won't fall, warrior I was in my home, but I was feelin' like a foreigner I was on my own, but I was feelin' like the governor It's crazy how a murderer used to be a toddler Juju J, you're movin' mad Rollin' with the same stick that Musa had Can't you see? Ain't tryna part the sea If I have to kill him, I have to kill another part of me If I have to drill him, I'll do it proper, not half-heartedly Put my whole heart in it, that's the energy I'm harnessin' My gyal was in the crib, no varnishin' Any time I pull up, she knows it's a criminal she's harbouring Body for a feature, I'm bargainin' Used to have a passa, but we're calm again Could've been Armageddon, give my brother a hand Give a arm to my brethren Right before I die, tell you all my confessions Every step I take I know is an investment Can't fuck with that gyal, there's no spiritual connection The last time I saw the truth, I saw my reflection That man can't finesse me, I saw his intentions For every loss I took, this must be my redemption Baby, this' the comeback Every single day I'm in combat Got nothin' to say, fuck the long chat Been there, we done that, got no one to rely on Born alone, die alone Had a dragon stick, shootin' a fire stove Everything my mama said was true Them times, I never had a clue Thought I knew it all, I was tryna walk before I crawl When you know yourself, you stand tall Even if you slip, you won't fall, warrior I was in my home, but I was feelin' like a foreigner I was on my own, but I was feelin' like the governor It's crazy how a murderer used to be a toddler Street sermons, no purpose, cold-blooded murders The idle mind's the devil's workshop for a weak person Hangin' on to snakes would've killed me like Steve Irwin Back in, I'm determined real raps, resurgence For the yutes, there ain't no deterrents Youngin' killed a pussy, life's fucked it was still a virgin Lord, ain't nobody perfect Judge a man off what's internal, not what's on the surface Entrepreneurs the new gangsters, skills transferring We're buildin' businesses, clear visions like Cornelius I'm honorable, but villainous when money calls, we never miss I ain't a preacher, I'm a leader, street sweeper Pull up with my diva, ratchet in the bag, no concealer My mama said, "Hide that watch, son, they'll take it" She don't know we come from hell raisin' Like, don't be silly, mama They know how I'm livin', mama I'm still your baby boy, I dare, I stand on business, mama Baby, this' the comeback Every single day I'm in combat Got nothin' to say, fuck the long chat Been there, we done that, got no one to rely on Born alone, die alone Had a dragon stick, shootin' a fire stove Everything my mama said was true Them times, I never had a clue Thought I knew it all, I was tryna walk before I crawl When you know yourself, you stand tall Even if you slip, you won't fall, warrior I was in my home, but I was feelin' like a foreigner I was on my own, but I was feelin' like the governor It's crazy how a murderer used to be a toddler
Writer(s): Josh Hoge, Christopher Alan Young, Mark Stephen Fuhrer, Matthew Ryan Mcvaney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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