Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Lyrics
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Luis Bacque
Composer
Allen Ritter
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
Jermaine Elliott
Composer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
Cubeatz
Producer
Luis Bacque
Producer
Allen Ritter
Producer
Jermaine Elliott
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
William Frenchman
Assistant Engineer
MixedbyAli
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
God said, "I'll take care of it," I said, "Amen"
God said, "Just believe whatever you do"
And I'm promising to never stop believing
Uh, uh, uh, uh
In whatever I do, whatever I do, whatever I do, uh
This just a letter to my daddy
I know forever that you got me
We gon' always stick together, you my rappy
Uh, yeah, you know how we steppin' for the family
I'm just tryna give you your flowers while you still here
The type of shit that make a grown man shed a real tear
Lettin' my son down, that's somethin' that I still fear
Trenches gun sounds, somethin' that I still hear, uh
I can't lie, my pride too strong to let you waste away
You been my hero for so long, hopin' I can save the day
But where I'm from, we rockin' hoodies, bitch, this ain't a cape
Addiction hard, I know that's somethin' you just can't escape
Tryna just make a hit, just add it to my catalog
I went from Xans, Percs, and X pills to Adderall
Ever since a kid, I seen you trippin' off that alcohol
And in the hood, I seen too many from that battle fall, uh
Deadbeats can lead to death, that's a scary sequence
My pops was there, he never left me wonderin' where he went
I'm forever grateful for the time that we spent
So I can only thank you to the fullest extent
This just a letter to my daddy
I know forever that you got me
We gon' always stick together, you my rappy
Uh, yeah, you know how we steppin' for the family
I'm just tryna give you your flowers while you still here
The type of shit that make a grown man shed a real tear
Lettin' my son down, that's somethin' that I still fear
Trenches gun sounds, somethin' that I still hear, uh
(This just a letter to my daddy)
Ay, I'm four days before my 19th birthday
A lot of my friends didn't have a father
That's the reality of where I'm from, shit, I didn't have one
Like my father was pretty inconsistent, I know him and I love him
And you know that really instilled in me to be a man for my kid, you know what I'm saying?
To sti-, to stick around and watch him
I used to rap when I'd be with my pops
And we'd be on the block with his homies, and I'd be rapping, like
And they'd just be laughing at me and shit
Yeah, he used to bust a lil' rhyme and-
And I'd just sit back and laugh at him, you know what I'm saying?
'Cause I know he just emulating the things I put him up on (I know forever that you got me)
God said, "I'll take care of it," I said, "Amen"
God said, "Just believe whatever you do"
And I'm promising to never stop believing
In whatever I do, whatever I do, whatever I do
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Allen Raphael Ritter, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Jermaine Elliot, Luis Bacque
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