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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaheim
Lead Vocals
Balewa Muhammad
Background Vocals
Clifton Lighty
Background Vocals
Tha' Rayne
Background Vocals
The Gist Kids
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Balewa Muhammad
Songwriter
Edward Berkeley
Songwriter
Gene McFadden
Songwriter
John Whitehead
Songwriter
Mary Brown
Songwriter
Victor Carstarphen
Songwriter
Jaheim Hoagland
Songwriter
Kier Gist
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Berkeley
Producer
Kay-Gee
Mixing Engineer
Adam Kudzin
Mixing Engineer
Adam
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Edward Berkeley
Producer
Kay Gee's
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm fabulous
Hi, Mommy
Hi, Daddy
I'm fabulous
[Verse 2]
Young cat got back, did a little bid
Now he hardy, buff, he tough, durag and Timbs
Kinda hard to get a job, back out on the block
(Charge that to the game)
[Verse 3]
Young girl, she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no doubt, she don't know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only wanna crush
(Charge that to the game)
[Verse 4]
But it's all gravy, hey, baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches
We've got love for y'all, but y'all don't love us
(Now we swerve in the Suburban, switchin' lanes)
(Spend up all our dough on them chrome-y things)
(Name our kids some funny names)
(Don't hate on us, we're fabulous)
[Verse 5]
Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little dons and divas up at the malls
Rockin' cornrow twists, that's how we ball
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous
[Verse 6]
They met, he said how she was a dime
So naive that she believed every single lie
Seventeen first time, slipped up, 'bout to have a child
(Charge that to the game)
[Verse 7]
Was just us and mom, single-parent home
She did the best she could, did it all alone
Met a man, but he won't raise a child that's not his own
Oh, no, oh, no, no
[Verse 8]
But it's all gravy, hey, baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches
We've got love for y'all, but y'all don't love us
(Now we swerve in the Suburban, switchin' lanes)
(Spend up all our dough on them chrome-y things)
(Name our kids some funny names)
(Don't hate on us, we're fabulous)
[Verse 9]
Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little dons and divas up at the malls
Rockin' cornrow twists, that's how we ball
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous
[Verse 10]
We're all that we've got
And no matter, whatever, together
We'll weather the storm
[Verse 11]
It ain't a lot, we all we got
It might get rough, but it's alright
'Cause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need
To get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
Written by: Balewa Muhammad, Edward Berkeley, Gene McFadden, Jaheim Hoagland, John Whitehead, Keir Lamont Gist, Mary Brown, Victor Carstarphen