Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Julian Jenkins
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
It's a bigger world out there, that I can't see
I just like to keep my faith everyday So I pray, just so he can walk with me
Gotta be a father, father show me all the greater things that you can see in me
I gotta put some food on the table too Plans ain't work, so I gotta see
In the winter, it was cold outside So we stayed inside with the heat
She like a auntie to the hood So we played our tricks
Had to bring her back the treats What I mean is we gon' hit licks
And we hit for good shit You know she get the receipts
Gotta be a father, father show me all the greater things that you can see in me
I gotta put some food on the table too Plans ain't work, so I gotta see
In the winter, it was cold outside So we stayed inside with the heat
She like a auntie to the hood So we played our tricks
Had to bring her back the tricks
Patiently waiting fighting cases that I ain't facing
If a **** run up on me, I'm sending him straight to Satan
Constantly hating people tell me I ain't gon' make it
When it's coming from a source you thought you built and created
I am amazing, I am the greatest Words of affirmation I'ma teach to my baby
I know times get hard, but I'ma teach you from the start
I had to put my trust in God so he can manage my thinking
Gold on my pinky, brand new baby pinky Who I'm gonna sleep with, her mama or this
New chick But I cannot risk it, gotta stay consistent
The biggest problem, hold a **** down, what's consistence
Started shooting from a distance , smooth dude Kept it pimp, no rules, I'm a menace
Became a soldier, pay attention I'll give you tools, you can build with
Straight to the hood, that's a field trip
Written by: Julian Jenkins