Listen to All the Loved Ones (What Would We Do???) (feat. ICECOLDBISHOP and Pink Siifu) by McKinley Dixon

All the Loved Ones (What Would We Do???) (feat. ICECOLDBISHOP and Pink Siifu)

McKinley Dixon

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McKinley Dixon - All the Loved Ones (What Would We Do???) (feat. ICECOLDBISHOP and Pink Siifu)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

McKinley Dixon

Lead Vocals

Sinkane

Background Vocals

Elizabeth Moen

Background Vocals

The Lil Homies

Background Vocals

Anthony Cavanaugh

Anthony Cavanaugh

Bass Guitar

ICECOLDBISHOP

Vocals

DeSean Gault

Drums

Pink Siifu

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

McKinley Dixon

Composer

ICECOLDBISHOP

Composer

Sam E. Yamaha

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Sam E. Yamaha

Producer

Dave Kutch

Mastering Engineer

Jason Agel

Mixing Engineer

Sam Koff

Additional Producer

Kyle Williams

Engineer

Alex DeJong

Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]

If you don't stop playin' with me

My mama said she gon' whoop yo' ass, yo' ass, yeah

If you don't stop playin' with me

My grandma said she gon' whoop yo' ass, yo' ass, yo' ass

[Verse 1]

I got my money stacked, you know we gon' do this for the reels

I wanna die today, that's really how a gangster feel

Let's get this over with, my eyes drift to windowsill

If you don't take this picture, ****, I'm pushin' back that peel, I guess

That's the summer that my mama raised a soldier

I look at pictures now and all that's changed is grinded-down molars

And of course some absent members, you wouldn't known if I ain't told ya

'Cause I never shut up 'bout all of my ****, for real, I mean

How could I, when even in life, I never let them rest?

We would hoot, holler, annoy Mama, synonyms for jest

She checked up on us and found a basketball where our heads rest

Now my chain follow heartbeat as it tap up on my chest

Ever since magic entered my life, I don't know what to believe

But I look up at the sky, realize I'm co-optin' all your themes

**** rip off arms in names of heart they carried on they sleeves

He said, "I'm sorry I killed that boy, but he tried to kill my dreams," okay

I don't get it, but some things better left unknown

OG ask what she did for the punishment of me not comin' home

Well, I ain't been the same since they shot baby boy up in his dome

And Grandma, you ain't been the same since his father followed him home

Hands cradled on my face, the memories that it brings

Tinnitus in my ears, you can't imagine the sound it rings

Must be the same as hearin' me constantly mention the angel wings

I only say it 'cause another one will rise when they hear the strings, go

[Chorus]

If you don't stop playin' with me

My mama said she gon' whoop yo' ass, yo' ass, yo' ass

[Verse 2]

My mama taught me squabble, I'm always ready to wobble

But not just demons, even beliefs I hid deep, gotta wear goggles

I have my enemies toggled

Been steppin' on demons for so long, I got a permanent hobble

And I've been workin' on myself 'cause Mama told me to

Just know a foot all in your ass is truly overdue

Shout out my brodie, that's my dog, he five years sober too

I learned to show my empathy so I can live in truth

Hope you can live it too

My mama really with the extra, she'll beat yo' ass

I done seen it with my own two, she low-key fast

She got a cold right hook and a low-key jab

Say her name in vain, on Mama, ain't no homie pass

Lost my pops when I was one, she was my only dad

But ain't feel like I was missin' one, that was my only brag

She'd call me bro, but she'll trip and say, "Don't bro me back"

Give me whatever and she'd never say, "You owe me back"

So I'm gon' ball like number eight, afro Kobe back

And if we fall, we gon' ball again and then restack

It ain't no ho up in my heart, Mama taught me that

And ain't no mark up in my blood 'cause Mama taught me scrap

And if you run up as a grown man, I'm gon' react

And you gon' lose, but it's cool, come back when you repatch

And if I lose, extend my hand to you, and we rehash

Mama said, "Come do it now before your ass is grass"

[Chorus]

If you don't stop playin' with me

My mama said she gon' whoop yo' ass, yo' ass, yo' ass

[Verse 3]

Ain't pay to play, why play with me?

Have a seat

Mama said no strong mind weak, but a hard head get that ass beat

Pops said a lot while he drink that spare teach

In the end, I think about him in my sleep when I'm noddin' off deep

Like tryin' to get these songs right

And the beat, like, thinkin' back, like

All this lil' time we got left

It beat my ass for so long, I forgot what I did, like

Probably missed steps like that switch bite

Spinnin' lines, runnin' lines, said it's alright

I thought I was seein' shit twice

Shit hit different on sight

Ten feet, I was just deep swimmin' in feelings

I never needed friends, but I always had 'em

Made me think, if I didn't, could you imagine no visit?

If I never had a gang on my twin laughin'

I'd probably be crashin' out, shot brothers glassy

What you know about

What I would have done, who never would have been talked about?

Word around, it's all about word of mouth, fuck a caption

This real life, fuck what they talkin' 'bout

It's will, right, what family don't talk about

Dead chapters, you know we kill like every night, but it's don't tell

Still fuck twelve, that's how it be

Every day when I wake up, I try to breathe

Break it down before you cut on the beat

**** sellin' demons like fronto in the street

We sayin' peace, still got a job, don't lose sleep

They need the lose teeth for the badge over the heartbeat

Like all over the trauma still ain't healed, fucked up, you got me

Down to my hair, that's so homegrown, I swear

Written by: ICECOLDBISHOP, McKinley Dixon, Sam E. Yamaha

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