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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vocals
Alex Goose
Programming
Corey Smyth
Background Vocals
Rahm Silverglade
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Alex Goose
Composer
Michael Uzowuru
Composer
LeKen Taylor
Composer
Rahm Silverglade
Composer
Robert Davis
Composer
Marcus Edwards
Composer
Josh Lane
Composer
Sal Samano
Composer
Alejandro Garcia
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Goose
Producer
Michael Uzowuru
Producer
RAHM ⚉
Additional Producer
LeKen Taylor
Additional Producer
Tyler Page
Recording Engineer
Joe Visciano
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Tears fall from the sky, mindin' the hooligans
I think I'm losin' it, hope you're along for the ride
Buckle the seatbelt, so many want me to crash and die
Who can I call when I need help? Jugglin' thuggin' depression and pride
Sayin' it loud, like James, rollin' the window down, ay
Bro, do you gang bang? Yeah, click-clack baow
I'ma regret it mañana, niggas be doin' shit just to be doin' it
We're eatin' better tomorrow, real food stamp babies
My people, product of poverty
I don't know why they would play with us
Choppers in luxury vehicles, livin' like Saudi Arabians
Learned Reaganomics and ran it up, we don't got nothing to show for
Infatuated with folklore and we still on some nigga shit
Money, I'm gettin' it (money, I'm gettin' it)
Heaven, I'm livin' it (Heaven, I'm livin' it)
I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin'
I feel like it's you (I feel like it's you)
I know that it's you (I know that it's you)
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue, so black and blue
So black and-
The cable was basic, the bitches was basic-er
Love and a kiss from her Mom, call me her son, she let me stay with her
Maybe we're livin' haram, can't go to prom, send me a prayer up
To the Heavens above, is it a mansion for thugs? (Mansion for thugs)
Where did Tupac and 'em go?
Where Nipsey Hus' and 'em go?
Swavey and Drakeo? Ricche and Slim Foe?
I spend a lot of my time missin' our kinfolks
Put 'em inside of a rhyme, hopin' they live on
Money, I'm gettin' it (money, I'm gettin' it)
Heaven, I'm livin' it (Heaven, I'm livin' it)
I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin'
I feel like it's you (I feel like it's you)
I know that it's you (I know that it's you)
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue, so black and blue
So black and-
Still on some nigga shit, still on that nigga shit, uh
Tell me what you know 'bout it
Get your hand out my pocket, uh, uh
Infatuated with folklore
I'd rather be a N-I-G-G-A
What do you say?
Writer(s): Alexander M Goose, Alejandro Miguel Garcia, Joshua Rikki Lane, Salvador Roberto Samano, Robert Earl Davis, Michael Chinosmso Uzowuru, Vincent Staples, Marcus Edwards, Gabriel Alexander Roth
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