More songs by Young Thug
Description
At first, it seems like just a noisy stream of confessions - slightly bold, slightly tired, but so alive. Tears are tested for authenticity, love must be proven by deeds, and apologies sound like a familiar refrain, not quite believing in their own power. It seems to speak directly about pain, but between the lines there is a desire to keep up appearances, to be “real” no matter what.
The rhythm shifts between confession and bravado: sometimes “I'm sorry,” sometimes “I did it, I rose up.” And in this strange swing there is a certain honesty - one that is born at the intersection of vulnerability and ostentatious grandeur. It is funny and touching how promises coexist with bragging, and prayerful lines with streetwise directness. The result is not so much a song about love or pain, but about how difficult it is to stay afloat when you need to be strong, even if inside you feel like crying.
Vocals: Young Thug
Producer: Money Musik
Producer: WonderYO
Unknown: A.‘Bainz’ Bains
Assistant Sound Engineer: Dorothea “HiDoraah” Fallen
Assistant Sound Engineer: Anand “Aj” Joshi
Assistant Sound Engineer: Garfield Larmond
Mixing: A.‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing: Aresh Banaji
Assistant Sound Engineer: Bernard “Bezo” Chavez II
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
A&R Director: Geoffrey Ogunlesi
Writer: Jeffery Williams
Writer: Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Writer: Darius Poviliunas
Lyrics and translation
Original
I love this Money Musik
She say she hear a nigga cryin'
How the fuck you hear tears?
I wouldn't've told her, I was lyin'
I been pushin' this shit for years
Baby, I'm sorry, okay
Just say you love me, okay?
You're stayin', I'll be okay
You tired of me, okay, ay
Real nigga stand up, we handle business
Keep it real, the opp'll tell you I'm the realest
Lil' Bigg, Mack Maine, Keed type shit
12 outside my house 'cause I'm rich
Niggas been gettin' sprayed, they know how we playin'
Got out Halloween, but, I'm no demon, baby
Niggas rats, I'm a bad father 'cause I raised 'em
'Cause I made her, I made 'em (yeah, yeah)
I need real love in my face (yeah)
Peace and blessings on my face (yeah)
Let my love spread, this ain't a phase (yeah)
Blamin' Jesus off of my faith (yeah)
My real brothers contribute to my pain (yeah)
I'm puttin' racks up every single day (yeah)
I've been copin', spendin' every day (yeah)
I've been decent, livin' outta space (yeah)
I came from nothin', now we made it to the top (to the top)
New Rolls-Royce with icin' on the rocks, yeah (rocks, yeah)
You a boss, just flex, you can do it (yeah)
The next time I see you, we gettin' good (good)
Just say that you love me, then prove it (prove it)
Yeah, the Rolls-Royce Spectre gotta charge (oh-yeah)
Keep it Presidential just like your watch (yeah)
I can see you love me when I look into your eyes
You poppin' out with me on a Thursday
Bought you a house, it ain't e'en your birthday
I'm tryna do your pussy the worst way
Come on, baby
She say she hear a nigga cryin' (I'm cryin')
How the fuck you hear tears? (Tears)
I wouldn't've told her, I was lyin' (I'm lyin')
I been pushin' this shit for years (for years)
Baby, I'm sorry, okay (it's okay-ay)
Just say you love me, okay? (It's okay-ay)
You're stayin', I'll be okay (it's okay)
You tired of me, okay (it's okay), yeah, yeah (yeah)
I need real love in my face (yeah)
Peace and blessings on my face (yeah)
Let my love spread, this ain't a phase (yeah)
Blamin' Jesus off of my faith (yeah)
My real brothers contribute to my pain (yeah)
I'm puttin' racks up every single day (yeah)
I've been copin', spendin' every day (yeah)
I've been decent, livin' outta space (yeah)
I need real love in my face (yeah)
Peace and blessings on my face (yeah)
Let my love spread, this ain't a phase (yeah)
Blamin' Jesus off of my faith (yeah)
My real brothers contribute to my pain (yeah)
I'm puttin' racks up every single day (yeah)
I've been copin', spendin' every day (yeah)
I've been decent, livin' outta space
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (blamin' Jesus off of my faith)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (blamin' Jesus off of my faith)