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