Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saba
Saba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tahj Malik Chandler
Tahj Malik Chandler
Songwriter
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Songwriter
Dylan Christopher Frank
Dylan Christopher Frank
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Saba
Saba
Producer
DaeDaePivot
DaeDaePivot
Producer
daoud
daoud
Producer
Papi Beatz
Papi Beatz
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta for Sterling Sounds
Joe LaPorta for Sterling Sounds
Mastering Engineer
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got angels running away, I got demons hunting me
I know 'Pac was twenty-five, I know Jesus thirty-three
I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I'd say, "God, that's the one," I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist (Barcode on my wrist)
To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (Black)
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in
Pardon me for ventin'
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we're just tryna live our life
[Chorus]
Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with the pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year, and then he died
I was on the road, talkin' to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
And none of them would get along
Mama beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my **** Spook
Now they tryna take his
[Chorus]
Life don't mean shit to a **** that ain't never had shit, yeah
Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fist, ooh
Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice don't freeze
Light don't leave, I don't mean lie to me
[Refrain]
Tell me it'll be okay, tell me happier days
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask, "How's my day?"
Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe
[Verse 2]
I got my grandaddy's soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind
I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried 'bout no rap shit, distractions, or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti
No, I'm no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like Donovan
Down a bit, I just been modelin' my whole career as if 'Pac was here
Studio monitors shakin', I raise the apartments
I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made and alloted
Amount of time, the same amount of time you was watchin'
So stop comparin' me to people, no, I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh–
[Chorus]
That's life
Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite
Killed my cousin with the pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year, and then he died
I was on a road talkin' to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
And none of them would get along
Mama beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my **** Spook
Now they tryna take his life
Written by: Tahj Malik Chandler
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