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Lil Tjay - Foster Baby (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nikolaos Grivellas
Nikolaos Grivellas
Songwriter
Ryan Martinez
Ryan Martinez
Songwriter
Pat McManus
Pat McManus
Songwriter
Michael McCall
Michael McCall
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IOF
IOF
Producer
G. Ry
G. Ry
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Pat McManus
Pat McManus
Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Sky Camp
Sky Camp
Recording Engineer
robbie soukiasyan
robbie soukiasyan
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Boston
Boston
Producer

Lyrics

Every day, day, day, day, I used to wake up and pray Grandma was fightin' for her life in the hospital, I did not wanna see her that way I didn't sing, ain't have a thing, ain't wanna ask my mama, I used to rob They used to tell me, "Lil' boy, get a job", started sayin' it's over then I used to nod Come around clean, come around cool, deep in the streets, thought that was a facade I seen my mom and them goin' through pain, it fucked with my brain, I put that on God We all know money can't fix all the problems, I was just tryna just put 'em to end I saw a lane, I can better and change what I do for a livin', and now I'm on ten At the top of my class, know they thought this would stop in the past I got 20 mill' comin' in the rest of the year payin' six cool, it gotta be glass So much niggas won't stop me, they know they can't stop me, they sis' 'em got me on blast I'm on Instagram showin' off bands I don't know what to do with the cash I'ma live every day like my last, nah, my whip it ain't fast They would help man, I'm thick in the grass Used to wake up in the crib, and the crib smelt like shit, fuck around might as well live in the trap I ain't never tell my fans that I was adopted, but fuck it, I'm givin' you facts Started young, but I'm a man, but I'ma keep workin', and I'ma keep givin' you plaques Givin' 'em pain, I just be livin' in vain 'Long as nobody talkin' on my name, you will not get flamed, we'll keep it the same Don't want problems with nobody (Problems with nobody, problems with nobody, problems with nobody) (Don't keep her number, just leave that hoe back there) (I got so much bullshit stuck on my mind) (I done came to the point where don't nothin' amaze me) I'm finna let you a lil' deeper in my life Got to the point, I feel if I speak, it's aight I'm finna vent to y'all, all myself into the mic I ain't never tell my story how it was Youth, born 2001 My mama told me she was stressin' out from havin' a son Not like she ain't want me, she was talkin' havin' me young My pops ain't really want me, she was low-key havin' me dumb But to keep it goin', life goes on, night come, new problems keep flowin' She told me this shit just the other day When normally I ask about my father, she ain't got too much to say Findin' better life, I had to pray, survive I may The shit I used to think up in that jungle every day Never had nothin' given to me, had to find my way I can say I done came a long way from poverty SAB forever, but a long way from Slattery My soul hurt, a few real members gone, please don't bother me Ask the opps, they all know I perform Blew up, had to change my norm When I go back to my hood, the police storm When you are gone, if you get rich and you don't leave My mama still gon' play the trenches like she won't leave But I don't show that, niggas know that Before rap, be a black man outside livin' cozy Daddy's out the Oz, my auntie name, Rosie She told me she miss me, not for you, you know these hoes be Gassin', that ain't how I'm steppin' The only thing a nigga want right now is progression Fire to the flame, is that my little chain I grew up in a area youngins dyin' by the name My inner-self a stepper, I'm from Ryer, I know pain Double-cup of red, I feel like I'm higher than Wayne Higher than Wayne My mom don't want it, but I still wanna buy her a chain That just 'cause where we come from She like, "You go dumb, son" Got addicted to this life, you want this? I 'on't want one
Writer(s): Ryan Alex Martinez, Michael Mccall, Patrick Michael Mcmanus, Joshua I. Parker, Nikolaos Grivellas, Jayden Merritt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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