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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Kaylan Arnold
Kaylan Arnold
Vocals
Stacy Barthe
Stacy Barthe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stacy Barthe
Stacy Barthe
Songwriter
Kaylan Arnold
Kaylan Arnold
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Marc Shemer
Marc Shemer
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Jhené Aiko
Jhené Aiko
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
Maclean Robinson
Maclean Robinson
Songwriter
Brian Keith Warfield
Brian Keith Warfield
Songwriter
Hal David
Hal David
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scram Jones
Scram Jones
Producer
Jessi 'LYRIVELLI' Siri
Jessi 'LYRIVELLI' Siri
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I came with a plan and **** hated on me
More it was my kicks, I had gators on me
Come up out them clothes I want you naked only
Don't act bougie with that watch 'cause we'll take your Rollie
Hungry on 8th, I got a taste for manners
Take them bitches phones, I don't play with cameras
I spent nights alone, I had to make a sandwich
Already owe the store bread, not tryna take advantage
I really fuck wit' Ock, he always get me right
Chicken wings and rice on them Chinese nights
I'm really from the trenches where eighteen is old
Where they whippin' Anna Mae till they get Tina sold
Wintertime we thrive, you never seen the cold
Asolo boots and coupes you never seen get low
Let the beat sing, I ain't gotta rap
[Chorus]
Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it
Gotta find my way out
No matter what we do, or how we do it
They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it
We make it look easy
We make it look good, good, good
You ain't gotta ask me
Just know that I'm good, good, good
[Verse 1]
**** got me twisted like a bottle cap
We could wash the fifties at the laundromat
I used to iron money just to make it straight
Now I front on any bitch that ever made me wait
Middle of the projects, crab legs on a paper plate
Paper plates on the Range, knockin' Jada tape
That green leggings shit
Watch **** die 'cause y'all amp the shit
I rather be in Kith on a campin' trip
Shouts to Ronnie Fieg
Blessed, I should sneeze
Make a chick feel presidential like she Condoleez
Philosophies I can provide, I'm like Socrates
They didn't but God did, ****, and I believe
Get these **** out my section just so I could breathe
They wait for me to bounce like they ain't tryna leave
You ain't security, king, not tryna stop your dream
[Chorus]
Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it
Gotta find my way out
No matter what we do or how we do it
They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it
We make it look easy
We make it look good good good
You ain't gotta ask me
Just know that I'm good good good
[Verse 2]
Dreams, my chain dangle from the heavens
Supreme ambience, my knots bend like a crescent
Avianne links, they connect like a sentence
A dry mouth dying for a verse, I'll quench it
The pounds in the hoodie for when the nights is black
It bang so loud, ****, the sky crack
It's hard playing the field trynna be Gandhi
You can get lost civilizing a zombie
All they see is murder, catch the next body
More likely to turn on you and say pardon me
Scraped up souls where the heart is damaged
Some say it starts when the seed is planted but not managed
In fact the sight of a gun get these males excited
A rough upbringing is sadly misguided
The lies and false idols they worship
We could change but the man in the mirror is first up
[Chorus]
Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it
Gotta find my way out
No matter what we do or how we do it
They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it
We make it look easy
We make it look good, good, good
You ain't gotta ask me
Just know that I'm good, good, good
[Verse 3]
I believe everybody deserves a chance
I could show you where to walk but I can't hold your hand
I could point you to the river, I can't make you fish
I know you think you paid in full but I can't make you rich
It's certain shit in life you gotta do yourself
Just know you health is more important than that Louis belt
Your kids hugs is more important than them groupie's felt
You know your man riding, teach him how to drive that coupe himself
You know your man riding, teach him how to drive that coupe himself
You know your man riding, teach him how to drive that coupe himself
Chill really was my brother, felt the same way that shooter felt
Nobody told life was cards, you gotta play the hand that you been dealt
[Chorus]
Don't know where we heading but I know I gotta get it
Gotta find my way out
No matter what we do, or how we do it
They gon' always have a lot to say 'bout it
We make it look easy
We make it look good, good, good
You ain't gotta ask me
Just know that I'm good, good, good
Written by: BRIAN KEITH WARFIELD, David Brewster, David Brewster Jr, Dennis Coles, Jhené Aiko, Kaylan Arnold, Khalif Brown, Maclean Robinson, Marc Shemer, Stacy Barthe

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