Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cj Davidson
Guitar
Keith Eric Youngblood II
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abraham Thaddeus Shaw
Songwriter
Robert Andrew Scott
Songwriter
Jaqui Surilla Rogers
Songwriter
The Lean Back Band
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Mehrmann
Mixing Engineer
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ain't nobody coming to feed you baby
Are you hungry?
Got wars on the Northside shots go
Never was reppin just poor
Broke down apartment 1 floor
No friend on my block only guest a roach
Never gripped chrome but the raid let it spray
Childhood sheltered cause my mama was afraid
Didn't want the streets watching Arthur everyday
Praying no bullet hit the couch where I lay for my fate
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
All hand me downs, never knew clothing lines
Kids targeting me, 0 ppl by my side
I was 10 years contemplating suicide
Channel 9 was the only thing keeping me alive
And the black kids claiming that I wannabe white
And the white kids joking bout my skin & our plight
28 & I know both of em wasn't right
And there's only 1 me so I'll go for what I like
I'm hungry
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
Gotta make it now
Gotta make it now
When I get it no Diddy, can't take dat now
All my life I dealt with blending in crowds
Necks cramp, jaws drop when I open my mouth
Lil shy boy Abe grew up and got loud
Imma King right here I'll declare my crown
Cause they tried to belittle like I'm not ornamental
iPad or a pencil, bars straight from the mental
Every word sentimental
I don't need to pay you to write about the shit I been thru
I came face to face with myself in the mirror see it clearly
I got more people that don't wanna hear me
Than the people who gon rotate my EP
All good my reflection still royal
If I be my only fan then I'm loyal
No leaks except when I'm bearing my soul
Lil 10 year old me I got you bro
Let's go, I affirm every bill paid (yes)
That my name travel further than interstates (yes)
That these itty bitty **** tryna blockade
Me from my own dreams, may their path stray
Cause I did that enough in my own brain (facts)
May my accolades put a smile on mama face
Gotta make it for the sacrifices she made
For the lack of sacrifices that my dad made
Damn shame
But I'm no disgrace, I was designed to be great
I'm talking deeper than fame, deeper than pain
Deeper than potholes on Hall Street
I'm in my lane to create
Fuck can you say
To a melanated introvert labeled everything on page
Ain't no mistakes, I've been misunderstood too long it's time that I speak for my name
My name is Abe
I got my ancestors with me
I got Nigeria in me
This more than making Wu Tang Cream
Legacy run through my bloodstream
I ain't got no more to say, until I'm back to say some mo
I'm staying humble, but just so you know when we meet
You speaking to a fucking future goat lala
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it
Got a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
Written by: Abraham Thaddeus Shaw, Jaqui Surilla Rogers, Robert Andrew Scott