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Mustard - Faith Of A Mustard Seed Album Lyrics



Mustard - Faith Of A Mustard Seed Lyrics






Show Me the Way

[ Featuring Kirk Franklin ]

Shoo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Shoo-doo-doo-doo-doo (One more time)
Shoo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Shoo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Can you show? (Can you show?)
Show me the way (me the way) to you
Ah, ah
Maybe I, maybe I (listen to me, baby)
I don't know, I don't know where to find, oh

Listen, faith is believing in what you can't see
And before it becomes reality, the seed is planted into the dream
And without faith, it is impossible to believe
Oh, but if you could look past what you see right now
Because if what you see is all you see, then you do not see all that is to be seen
We gotta believe
Remember what you sow, you soon shall reap
You can move mountains with just a mustard seed
A mustard seed of faith can conquer your enemies
Turn the smallest dream into seismic realities
So wake up each day with a smile on your face
And don't let nothin' take your faith away

Mustard, get up
Mommy said get up now, we gon' be late for school, come on
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Up Now

[ Featuring Lil Yachty, 42 Dugg, BlueBucksClan ]

Y'all already know who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Boom

Growin' up grown, my pops never felt stable (oh)
Didn't have company 'cause TV didn't have cable (oh)
Now I'm up, I thank God the garage got a stable (oh)
I'd be pissed if I signed to them white-ass labels (go)
I just drive foreign, two Benzes niggas never seen
Ain't a scene on your scene, but I still get seen (oh)
I watch freak bitches pop X and do the unheard
Can't believe this nigga pressin' me over a bird (let it breathe)

(oh, yeah, oh)
All my Westside bitches to the dance floor right now (oh, yeah, oh)
All my Westside niggas to the dance floor right now (oh, yeah, oh)
DJ, let's go (oh, yeah, oh)

I walk in the booth, speak my mind, make a great livin' (great livin')
I've been big flexin' on these niggas like I'm weightliftin' (weight)
I know all the tellers, I be postin' at the bank chillin' (at the bank)
Your bitch beggin' me to pull up to her family Thanksgivin' (Jeeezy, go)
I got bitches payin' me to f*ck, we doin' great business (great business)
Mix Balenciaga with the Gucci, it's the same difference (damn)
I walk in the buildin', people tell me how my chain glisten
Tried to show 'em how to run it up, but niggas don't listen (hold on)
I'm at Barclays sittin' by Blake Griffin (sittin' by Blake Griffin)
At night, I'm in a Louis sleepin' bag (louis bag)
That nigga puddle boots, put them Uggs in the trash (put them Uggs in the trash)
That nigga workin' doubles, how you lettin' that job kick your ass? (Kick your ass, yeah)
She give me her all, but I can't give a bitch my last (can't give a bitch my last)
In my lane and imperial, in a Lamb' gettin' gassed (damn)
Tryna tell her I just want the top in the nicest way
Scorin' Cartiers on you, we on Brighton Way

Growin' up grown, my pops never felt stable
Didn't have company 'cause TV didn't have cable
Now I'm up, I thank God the garage got a stable (My fault)
I'd be pissed if I signed to them white-ass labels
I just drive foreign, two Benzes niggas never seen (oh)
Ain't a scene on your scene, but I still get seen (damn)
I watch freak bitches pop X and do the unheard
Can't believe this nigga pressin' me over a bird (let it breathe)

So since we checked off the West Coast (oh, yeah, oh)
I need all my Midwest bitches to the dance floor (oh, yeah, oh)
All my Midwest niggas to the dance floor, go (oh, yeah, oh)

What the f*ck you mean, I did it? (oh)
Lost my nigga Lou at eighteen, still breathin'
I drive down to clean somethin', make it to the K
Seventeen for the blues, and that's if I go to vapes (go)
My life different in days, so I still sin
He said I'm straight, drop to his ass real good (I got it)
Then put my shoes on
Which one of y'all niggas said somethin' 'bout two-tones, huh? (ooh)
Two-tone Patek, one-fifty (Right), two bad bitches both with it (Both)
Ho, f*ck up my nigga if you love me (If you love me)
Your name ain't God, you can't judge me (Bitch)
Anyway, ayy, send 'em, paid five K for this denim
Small .45, compact, what's in 'em? (Bah, bah)
F*ck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas
And even if I did, I still know what it is, go big (Bitch)

Growin' up grown, my pops never felt stable (okay)
Didn't have company 'cause TV didn't have cable (okay)
Now I'm up, I thank God the garage got a stable (yeah)
I'd be pissed if I signed to them white-ass labels (go)
I just drive foreign, two Benzes niggas never seen (damn)
Ain't a scene on your scene, but I still get seen (oh)
I watch freak bitches pop X and do the unheard (oh)
Can't believe this nigga pressin' me over a bird (let it breathe)

Since we did the Westside (oh, yeah, oh)
We did the Midwest (oh, yeah, oh)
So, Boat (oh, yeah, oh)
I want to take it to the A real quick (oh, yeah, oh)
Let's do it

I don't check the time, I live in moments, it is what it is
Baby girl got what I need like my name was Biz (sheesh)
If I get bored, I'll fly a team of hoes out to the Ritz
I ain't afraid to take a L 'cause after that, it's M (oh)
How niggas gon' act like I ain't carry '16 on my back?
Like bronem was Jimmy, popped out with a green mask (damn)
Not a drunk, baby, it's Wock' inside this chrome flask (oh, oh, oh)
I ain't goin' back and forth with no nigga who outfit trash (oh, oh)
Ain't goin' back and forth if your mama house ain't paid for (no)
I had niggas cross my back I didn't stay with
Actin' like you on the other team, who you playin' with?
My brother walk with a trench coat because that K quick (oh)
Spent a quarter on lawyer fees and I got no cases
Treat all my dogs if they resemble my parents' faces (oh)
Told this mighty bitch I'd die before we trade places
Twenty-four K in my mouth like I chew on aces (let's go, pussy)

Growin' up grown, my pops never felt stable
Didn't have company 'cause TV didn't have cable (yeah)
Now I'm up, I thank God the garage got a stable
I'd be pissed if I signed to them white-ass labels (go)
I just drive foreign, two Benzes niggas never seen
Ain't a scene on your scene, but I still get seen (go)
I watch freak bitches pop X and do the unheard
Can't believe this nigga pressin' me over a bird (sheesh)

When I call your name, say, "Here"
Brian Anderson (here)
Rihanna Brown (here)
Shaquille Clark (present)
Shantay Davis (here)
Destiny Jackson (present)
DiJon McFarlane (ayy, ayy, ayy, wake up)
DiJon McFarlane (wake up, fool)
I said, "DiJon McFarlane"
Ayy, Keisha, ayy, ayy, ayy, you slidin' to that, uh, that party tonight?
Yes, BK, I'm goin', are you goin'?
Yes, I know it's at what's-her-name's, but
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Pressured Up

[ Featuring Vince Staples, ScHoolboy Q ]

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it

Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah

I love you, baby
Load it up and sneak it in the club for you, baby
Never f*ck chances, spend all night dancin' (yeah)
Once a nigga trippin' or shunting, I'm splashin'
Ain't it romantic just like the movies?
I'm really, like really, my say so like homie (oh yeah)
I shine the light on the world for you (dead homies)
Nothin' all them other bitches said is true
I don't be up in the mix, dead homies
I ain't never f*cked that bitch, dead homies
I ain't lyin' on my dick, dead homies
They only hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, dead homies
Yeah, f*ck what they be talkin' 'bout
Yeah, they love me, you love me now?
Let me hold you down (dead homies)

Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)

Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, uh-huh)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure, uh, uh, uh)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, woah, damn)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure, pressure), yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy)

Lil' homie with a lick read (uh)
Can't lie, I had a bad week (don't tell)
Please, mama, put it on me (oh yeah)
A lil' trauma, need pleasing (uh-huh)
The caterpillar had to grow wings (yeah)
She blew a kiss on it, no teeth
Hmm, yeah, let's see, nigga
Gold chain, it's an African thing
Pocket of stones from the pressure we on
Window to wall, let me take off my draws
Try spend it all, but I'm too up to fall, nigga
Uh-huh, wake up to ball
Lame-ass niggas still shop at the mall
Cheat code WAP, only f*ck with the freaks
Check ain't clear, so I went back to sleep
Nigga, push-start on it 'cause they all got the Z's
Too many cribs, shit, I'm too hard to reach
Might buy the hood, gettin' street after street
Nineteen cars, puttin' fleet after fleet
Nigga, uh (yeah), look up to me (damn)
Stars on the roof, I just woke up to dreams (mm-hmm)
Rolex dummy, I don't like those Philippes (uh-huh)
Oh Lord, girl, that pussy for keeps

Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)

Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah (nigga, I'm a gangster)

Damn, wasn't nothing like the ghetto parties
That shit was dangerous and fun 'cause every hood be up in there
Shit, you can meet you some fine-ass freaks, you can get your ass beat
Make a choice, see what I mean?
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Vincent Jamal Staples, Quincy Matthew Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






One of Them Ones

[ Featuring Quavo, Rob49 ]

Ooh
She said, "What you gon' do?"
A nigga said, "We do, early"
What the f*ck we done?
Y'all already know who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Here we go, let's go, oh (uh)

This feelin' like one of them ones (damn)
This a whole loaf, nigga, what's a crumb? (oh)
Bad bitch, yeah, she one of them ones (bad)
On God, nigga, put it on Mars (do it)

Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin', ayy (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (ayy, ayy, oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (Quavo)

Bad bitch, top five, top three (top three)
Chrome Hearts, Goyard, Louis V (woo)
Rolex, Cartier, AP (AP)
White ass, good sex on the beach (smash, oh)
Top floor, pole in the condo (condo)
Best top, baby, that's the best throat (best throat, oh)
Straight drop (oh), baby, we can stretch though (stretch though, oh)
It's a awful lotta bitches, that's dough (awful lotta, oh)
Talk about me in they group chat (brr, yeah)
It ain't nothin' to get that waist snatched (It ain't nothin')
Now she missin', where your bae at? (brr)
Two-tone in this Maybach (skrrt)
Put a GoPro on your back (stunt team, what else?)
Put a GoPro on your back (film, yeah)
Don't post that lil' film, your with the Huncho (f*ck)
Tryna paint on this bitch like Picasso (here we go, let's go, oh, uh)

This feelin' like one of them ones (damn)
This a whole loaf, nigga, what's a crumb? (oh)
Bad bitch, yeah, she one of them ones (bad)
On God, nigga, put it on Mars (do it)

Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin', ayy (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (ayy, ayy, oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't know nothin' (49)

Yeah, let me see you do it (yeah)
Pretty in her face, slim waist, fat booty (yeah, damn)
1942, turn you up, have fun (yeah)
Bae, your nigga broke, leave his ass at the club (ass at the club)
Tryna make that pussy gleek, Patek and Philippe (yeah)
I be f*ckin' stripper hoes, I don't pay the fee (yeah)
If she darkskin and petite, I'ma rub her feet (oh, oh, oh)
I take hoes on the jet, but I'm out the street
Make the bitch put the guns in her name (guns in her name, oh yeah)
Real G, tote guns, sell 'caine (damn, yeah)
I done sold more gas than propane, nigga (oh yeah, propane, nigga)
I done kicked more shit than Liu Kang, nigga (yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Buy a chain, I'll make a bitch day (day)
Seven-figure nigga, trust me, we straight, yeah (yeah)
Brand-new Rollie on, pussy-pink face
Soon as the bitch scratch me out, she replaced, nigga, yeah (here we go, let's go, oh, uh)

This feelin' like one of them ones (damn)
This a whole loaf, nigga, what's a crumb? (oh)
Bad bitch, yeah, she one of them ones (bad)
On God, nigga, put it on Mars (do it)

Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin', ayy (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (ayy, ayy, oh, I got somethin')
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin'

This for all the gettin'-money, ghetto-fab bitches (oh yeah)
All the top-notch, pretty, bad bitches (go 'head)
All the bitches that ain't never need a nigga (oh yeah)
All the independent, pretty-ass bitches (oh yeah)
This for all my niggas that ain't scared to split a check (oh yeah)
On Crip, on God, no Rick (go 'head)
I ain't scared to buy a bad bitch shit (oh yeah)
Bad bitches, bend it over, show me somethin', go 'head, go 'head (Uh)

This feelin' like one of them ones (damn)
This a whole loaf, nigga, what's a crumb? (oh)
Bad bitch, yeah, she one of them ones (bad)
On God, nigga, put it on Mars (do it)

Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin', ayy (oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin' (ayy, ayy, oh)
Shake that ass, bitch, or you ain't on nothin'

Nothin', yeah
The real bitches say y'all niggas ain't throwin' nothin'
In this f*ckin', motherf*ckin' strip club
Y'all niggas ain't got no money, no munyun, no motherf*ckin', on my soul
Y'all niggas ain't got shit, real bitches say y'all ain't got nada, oh my God
Where your card at, nigga? (I don't want that shit)
Where your card? (ah, I want that card)
What's the card?
Your credit card, I want that shit, look
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Parking Lot

[ Featuring Travis Scott ]

Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
5 am in the parkin' lot (yeah)
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots (yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (not)
I'm hard as a motherf*cker, Scott La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (artist)
Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Nigga, damn

12 am at the crib goin' ham (at the crib)
Rollin' green, countin' bacon, Sam, I am him (him)
Windmillin' through the crowd, fan by fan (by fan)
Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?
Five niggas, one gram, we split it twenty, damn
Not your average citizens, we're movin' like some immigrants
All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when
Out at Lake Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz (yeah)
Drop me off at Meadow Creek, I took the boat to River Bend (yeah)
I said it ain't no comin' back, no way I thought I'd lose a twin (twin)
Goin' up another M
Blowin' up will never end
Slowin' up, oh, never then
Goin' dumb will never end
Pourin' up will never end
Tore it up and go again
Used to be just me and twin
Now it's her and all her friends, yeah (yeah)

Yeah, ayy, ayy
5 am in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (it's lit)
I'm hard as a motherf*cker, Scott La Rock (it's lit)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (it's)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop
Nigga, damn (lit)
Nigga, damn (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Nigga, damn

Keisha got a G5 body (body)
Tisha know how to ride that stick like a 'Rari ('Rari, yeah)
Tina walk around with a back like a Hummer (yeah)
Dropped out of school to get the bag and go dumber (Dumber)
Was in med school, now the meds make the number (oh)
Outside, bold and beautiful for the summer
She don't wait on men, but wait a min' for the summer (wait)
Sittin' in the 7, goin' on my tenth summer (mm, yeah)
Owe it to my fans how we doin' these numbers (mm)
Way I lay the pipe, might quit the job and be a plumber (mm, let's)

Whip the land a lot, but we treat it like a Tundra (yeah)
Tour 'round my city, let me show ya (yeah)
Got the basement lookin' like the forest (yeah)
She seen the whips, now she tryna park some (yeah)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (lit)
5 am in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (it's lit)
I'm hard as a motherf*cker, Scott La Rock (it's lit)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (it's)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop
Nigga, damn (lit)
Nigga, damn (ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn

Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
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Writer: Dijon McFarlane, Jacques Webster, Keanu Torres, Quintin Gulledge, Stefano Bauer, Nicholas Balding
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






7 To 7

Ayy, what's happenin', nigga? We hittin' the seven-to-seven tonight or what?
Shit, I'm tryin' to, nigga, if my mama let me go
Fool, she gotta let you slide tonight, nigga
I know
I'ma give you two reasons why we should be there
Why?
One, the bitches gon' be there, and two, nigga, the bitches gon' be there
Nigga, that's why we gotta slide, fool
I know
Ayy, ayy, ayy, hold on
Alright
Ayy, hi, ayy, hi Ms. J
What's up, ma?
Hey, baby
Ayy, nigga, ayy, ayy, want me to ask her?
No, nigga
Ayy, alright, I can ask her
Or, nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy, look, look, tell her you goin' to my house, bro
That's not gon' work, when you ask, she says no
And then we can slide there, and then we can catch the 212
Man, hell nah
But, nigga, we gotta get there before eight, nigga, that's when the schoolyard starts
And then, you really ain't gon' get no bitches
No, no bitches, just press and pocket check, that's all we get
Alright, let me ask her, let me ask her
Ayy, ma, think I can go to the seven-to-seven with Quan and them tonight?
Not if you don't clean this damn room
Told you, nigga, she trippin'
Trippin'?
I'll trip this foot up your-
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






A Song For Mom


If this world were mine
I would place at your feet
All that I own
You've been so good to me
If this world were mine
I'd give you the flowers, the birds, and the bees
And with your love beside me
That would be all I need
If this world were mine

I give you every diamond, every crystal, every pearl
I give you every watch and all the time in the world
I take you every place that you been wantin' to go
Fly you San Tropez and put you on a bigger spoke
Buy you every beach with warm water and a breeze
Sing to you every night 'fore you fall back to sleep
Play some guitar, I play the keys
If it wasn't for you, there would never be a me
And if this world were mine
I'd never let you cry
And I'd never let you die
Whoa, whoa
If this world were mine
If this world were mine, were mine
If this world were mine
If this world were mine

I'd give you the flowers, birds and the bees
And it be your love inside me
Everything I need
In this world
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Come on

I'd give you everything, mama
I'd give you everything, mama, mama, mama
Yes, I would, yeah
Alright now, this next song is for OG skaters and OG skaters only (Ooh, wee, ooh, wee, ooh, wee)
I repeat, this next song is for OG skaters and OG skaters only
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama
If you don't got your skates, get your ass off the floor
Mama, ooh, wee
I repeat, this next song is for OG skaters and OG skaters only
Mama, mama
Ayy, stop turnin' 'round, yeah, I'm talkin' to you
You with the rental skates, get your dusty ass off the floor
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Worth a Heartbreak

[ Featuring A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Blxst ]

Mustard on the beat, ho

Baby, how long is too long for you to wait?
For all of my rights turn to wrongs and move state, uh
Need you to know it's not my intention to do wrong, give you a break, yeah
But if you expecting perfect, it's ain't worth the heartbreak (Nah, baby)
Ain't no pressure, just be real (Just be real)
I know exactly how you feel (I know exactly how you feel)
If you can't address it, then I will (Then I will)
We both deserve nothing less than real, yeah
Nothing less than real

Baby, I can deal with it
Even when the truth hurts, I still give it
Never introduce her to real niggas
I understand if you get in your feelings (Understand)
They ain't me, babe, it's a real difference
Life ain't cheap, baby, you will miss it (Yeah)
Time ain't free, but I still spend it (I still)
Don't let the critics outweigh our decision, no

Baby, how long is too long for you to wait? (Girl, how long is too long 'fore you move on?)
For all of my rights turn to wrongs and move state, yeah
Need you to know it's not my intention to do wrong, give you a break, uh
But if you expecting perfect, it's ain't worth the heartbreak (Nah, baby)
Ain't no pressure, just be real (Just be real)
I know exactly how you feel (I know exactly how you feel)
If you can't address it, then I will (Then I will)
We both deserve nothing less than real, yeah
Nothing less than real, ooh

Look, you deserve more than Birkins, going places
You ain't never thought of matchin' Rollie faces
Feels more important since we got this famous
I'm just tryna get whatever money can buy
And she was like, "You always spend more money than time on me"
Blowin' up my phone, you wanted to come by
But I left you alone 'cause you needed some privacy
And even when I thought about you gettin' me lyin'
I would take a risk and say, "F*ck it, just come slide with me"
Now wherever I go, she wanna go with me
Mister DTB so I still keep a pole with me
Still do anything to get you out of your feelings
And you call me a dog, just put me in your kennel
Louis and he got all-stars with him
I get ball with this fly shit
Audemars Piguet, yeah, she on my type of timin'

Baby, how long is too long (How long is too long?) for you to wait? (Girl, how long is too long 'fore you move on?)
For all of my rights turn to wrongs and move state, yeah (For all of my rights, man)
Need you to know it's not my intention to do wrong, give you a break, uh (Need you to know it's not my intention to do wrong)
But if you (If you) expecting perfect, it's ain't worth the heartbreak (Nah, baby)
Ain't no (Ain't no) pressure, just be real (Just be real)
I know exactly how you feel (I know exactly how you feel)
If you can't address it, then I will (Then I will)
We both deserve nothing less than real, yeah
Nothing less than real, mm, mm
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Truth Is

[ Featuring Roddy Ricch ]

(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Yeah

Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze

We just bust back, f*ck a chit-chat
I got dollars, I never gotta go tit for tat
I be inside her throat like a Tic Tac
And she never ever give me lip
Sippin' on this potion, I'm flyer than fly
She say I'm the GOAT and she got a look in her eyes
Got a lot of vibes, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I was taught to slide with a pole

Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze

We was at the trap house, had cash in the couch
New black Maybach when I'm backin' it out
We went out to eat, I spent some racks at TAO
I'm a real nigga, gotta keep it ten thousand
She gave me top-top, so I took her overseas
Took her to the dock, gotta cruise it on the beach
I got big knots, my Amiris go deep
And I can't lie, she got a hold on me, ayy

Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze

Ayy, hello
Hello
Ayy, what's happenin'?
Hey
Ayy, what you doin'?
Nothin' much, what you got goin' on?
Shit, bored, nigga, missin' you
Stop it, you is not thinkin' about me
You won't even let me phone my girl, bro
You play too much
I be thinkin' 'bout you, when I pull up on you, I'ma play that Fantasia
Whatever, when I be you
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Mines


Pluto, Mustard
Twenty summers, nigga
We got permission to be here, yeah
Yeah, don't think we not bad, we just
We're hood niggas and bitches
Yeah, we know
We gon'
(Mustard on that beat, ho)

She can't be my bitch 'cause she done put on all the new designers
Emilio Pucci, Emilio Pucci and diamonds
Do whatever I say, do whatever I say like Simon
Audemars and credit cards when it's perfect timin'
Now that nigga get his one love, she know I'm grindin'
Gotta buy my bitch a foreign car, new Ferrari
Bitches shoppin' South of France, yeah, she was flyest
Bottega, purple leather, put her on gang, she'll tell you
How you know she the one?
You know when you know, you know you gotta be ready (Pluto)
Change the forecast, I just made it rain baguettes (that's what you ride)
Stars in the ceilin', transport you to the jetty (you too much of a vibe)
I ain't tryna share you with nobody, with nobody

That's mine, all mine
All mine
So I put her in designer so the world know that's mine
That's mine, all mine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All mine, all mine (ooh, yeah)

I wanna show you out to the world, baby
We on vacation on a yacht, I sex you crazy
I spent a check up in a Hermes, it ain't trickin'
Bought you the Birkin and the Kelly, got me simpin'
Just to show 'em you're mine and nobody else's
Just to show you how special that you are to me, yeah
Just to show you 'em you're mine, yeah, yeah, yeah
That you're mine, Uncle Charlie, help me out (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah

That's mine (that's all mine), all mine
All mine
So I put her in designer so the world knows that's mine
That's mine (ooh-wee), all mine (yeah, yeah)
All mine (yeah), all mine (oh, ooh-wee, ooh, yeah)

Ooh-wee, yeah, oh
Shabba-dabba, twee, twee, twee
All mine, oh-wee, yeah, yeah
Shabba-dabba, twee, twee, twee
Oh, oh, yeah, ooh-wee

Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
I don't know what the f*ck you've been on lately
But let me tell you somethin'
I do too much for your stupid ass for you to be treatin' me like this
And if I find out you f*ckin' cheatin' on me
I'm leavin' your ass and I'm not comin' back
All it take is one bad decision
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Nayvadius Wilburn, Charlie Wilson, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






One Bad Decision

[ Featuring Ella Mai, Roddy Ricch ]

Mustard on the beat, ho

Someone please call 911 (911)
Let them know I'm loading rounds
Got his name on my gun, yeah (mm, bad)
One bad decision, then I'm done (mm, bad, bad)
If he go missin', I'm the one, the one (mm, bad, bad)
'Cause he got that mm so good (mm, bad, good)
It's too good (good)

Seen the look in your eyes and I know that you tired
You was finding out 'bout bitches I would f*ck on the side
Knowing that you ain't playing games so I'm running short on time
You can give a f*ck about that Porsche in the driveway
But I hate to see you walk away from me
You can't match my energy
'Cause you know that pussy got my name on it
'Cause the pain sometimes make you f*ck a lame, don't it?
You was supposed to hold it down like a grip lock
I done see your motives in your diary
Rather give my time back than spend it on a timepiece
I ain't got no time, I ain't want no one
Got me duckin' all the sirens from 911

Someone please call 911 (911)
Let them know I'm loading rounds
Got his name on my gun, yeah (mm, bad)
One bad decision, then I'm done (mm, bad, bad)
If he go missin', I'm the one, the one (mm, bad, bad)
'Cause he got that mm so good (mm, bad, good)
It's too good (good)

This your last chance, I'm seeing flames
I got my left eye, all on your J's
You f*ck with my love, I open the cage
Doing the moves, so watch how you play
You think them girls up in Hollywood Hills know I'm crazy
But do you know where your Porsche has been lately?
Ooh, we got that mm so good, so good
What do you expect when you ain't gonna change?
You put more respect on the money and the fame
Give a dog a bone, and you know he's gon' play
Get him on the phone, I've been working on my aim (Aim)

Someone please call 911 (911)
Let them know I'm loading rounds
Got his name on my gun, yeah (mm, bad)
One bad decision, then I'm done (mm, bad, bad)
If he go missin', I'm the one, the one (mm, bad, bad)
'Cause he got that mm so good(mm, bad, good)
It's too good (good)

Don't make me do this, no
Don't make me feel like I played on you
What are we proving here?
I just wanna go and put my last name on you
Lay it all on the table if we gon' call it true (mm, bad, mm, bad, bad, mm)
Shawty, my mind ain't even set on this (Bad, bad, mm)
But I know you deserve better than this, whoa, whoa (Bad, good, good)
911

Someone please call 911 (911) (Won't you call them?)
Let them know I'm loading rounds (Loading rounds)
Got his name on my gun, yeah (got my name on the gun) (mm, bad)
(Oh, one bad decision, yeah) one bad decision, then I'm done (don't need guns) (mm, bad, bad)
If he go missin', I'm the one, the one ('Cause I know you the one) (mm, bad, bad)
'Cause he got that mm so good, so good? (Mm, bad, good)
It's too good, yeah (good)

(Mm, bad)
(Mm, bad, bad) whoa-whoa
(Mm, bad, bad) somebody, anybody
(Mm, bad, good, good) whoa-whoa (yeah), whoa-whoa
(Mm, bad) one bad decision
(Mm, bad, bad) if he go missin'
(Mm, bad, bad)
(Mm, bad, good, good)
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Writer: Ella Mai Howell, Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Yak's Prayer

[ Featuring Kodak Black ]

Please believe me, me, me
Please believe me when I say
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

The streets got a nigga scarred
A lil' nine, but unique, got a nigga hard
Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife
My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life"
Prosecutor woman to leave the hood and get my mind right
Like, he don't know my niggas still killin' when I'm out of sight
In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life
She know none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice

Came through at the day party
Chrome on the Chevrolet, twenty-eights, scarlet
Now everything I do, I'm doin' for my shawty
Puttin' it up, a bitch say she want some money, I ain't got it
And with me, you either ride or you die
I ain't lyin', I am 'bout this right now
Real demon, you can see it in my eye
Since a youngin, had the projects on fire
Know they stabbed me in my back
And it went straight through my heartm you knwo what I'm sayin'?
Took the knife out my back and I, mm
Took the knife out my heart and I chopped they head with it
Turned the betrayal to art and I made some bread with it
I kept it Z from the start and I brought the 'jects with me
Huh, guess I'ma be the one since ain't nobody else did it
Took a shroom in the bathroom
I dreamed of this on my desks in the classroom
I suited up like I'm Grammy-ready
Told my nigga free the commissary necessary, uh
Said I was comin' home Neveruary
Sharpen up your knife 'cause that pen' life very scary
Police fights, I got nothin' comin'
Hit the club, let my bitch throw my money for me
Twenty-three with a 45
Overnight success, but it still took a long time
I got Mustard on the beat like a sandwich
It's holiday season, if you see me, don't pander
My son want a PlayStation, lil' cousin wanna bench
I'ma do what I know how, I'ma try and get him one of these mansions
They see the flexin', but what you know 'bout goin' missin'?
Scopin' and pokin', I got a show out on Christmas
All my decisions from everything, I had a witness
'Cause all my big cousins was always in and out of prison
Gang life, I learned how to make knives in penitentiary
Say and write everything I did for you, you still ain't hear me

The streets got a nigga scarred
A lil' nine, but unique, got a nigga hard
Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife
My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life"
Prosecutor woman to leave the hood and get my mind right
Like, he don't know my niggas still killin' when I'm out of sight
In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life
She know none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice

CDs, movies, movies, DVDs, two for five, five for ten, ten for twenty
Excuse me, can I get some spare change?
Does your auntie still sell food stamps?
We must wake up, brothers and sisters
We must realize real eyes see these real lies
Nigga, f*ck all that, blood, I just want a bean pie, blood, come on, blood
Ayy, cuh, let's go get a bottle, I'm tryna get active
Oh, she thick as f*ck, ayy, ayy, ayy, check it out
Oh, uh-uh, boy, ain't nobody finna talk to your broke ass
Whatever, you rude-ass bitch, you in my set, though
I see the homegirls would f*ck you up
Look what's on the menu, The Marathon Continues, I got Nipsey t-shirts
Cuh, this ain't even got a Marathon tag, give me these t-shirts, nigga
We caught an enemy, blood
Ayy, put your Franklins on and rush blood
Ah, ain't nothin' like the smell of the ghetto
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Ghetto

[ Featuring Young Thug, Lil Durk ]

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Kick pimpin' on a bitch like
Call me fresh out the shower when you on FaceTime
Peace signs to my dogs on the nosebleed, game on
You can't act like you don't know me (don't know me)
On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto (slatt)
You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah)
And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out the ghetto
On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto
So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto
No, I never settled 'cause I'm out the ghetto (yeah, SEX)

Rose-gold Patek Philippe, f*ck my dandruff (yeah)
I just helped my partner mama beat cancer (on God)
In the hood, throw a proper 'paganza ('ganza)
I ditch this bitch to you, I got my bands up (skrrt)
I seen mans on the 'Gram with a dancer (dancer)
I just had her (uh-huh), I just splashed her (splash)
I just told 'em bring bands, all cash here (all cash)
I had three Lamborghinis just the last year (skrrt, skrrt)
I get ghetto when the time come
I'm a vessel to my damn son
Buy a castle, I'm in the sun (whoa)
Gucci slippers, I'll never run

Kick pimpin' on a bitch like
Call me fresh out the shower when you on FaceTime
Peace signs to my dogs on the nosebleed, game on
You can't act like you don't know me (don't know me)
On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto (slatt)
You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah)
And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out the ghetto
On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto
So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto
No, I never settled 'cause I'm out the ghetto (yeah)

I just paid rent for my doggy mama
I heard what happened to Haiti, I sent 'em body armour
Carried my brother to his grave, it had my stomach turnin'
The water boys in Atlanta, I gave 'em a hundred hundred (Let's get it)
You can never call me bougie, you would lose me (bougie)
You said, "F*ck 'em," then love 'em, man, that shit confusin' (confusin')
Pendin' cases, I tried to visit, you know they still refusin' (yeah)
Gettin' hit on as a child, my uncle used to abuse me
I'm from the ghetto where you see a link, spend the rent
Judge gave him nine years, we call him 50 Cent
Niggas brag on lawyer money they ain't never sent
I got her nine Birkin bags, she on number ten

Kick pimpin' on a bitch like
Call me fresh out the shower when you on FaceTime
Peace signs to my dogs on the nosebleed, game on
You can't act like you don't know me (don't know me)
On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto (slatt)
You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah)
And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out the ghetto
On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto
So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto
No, I never settled 'cause I'm out the ghetto (yeah)

I just want everybody to have that same feelin'
I put people on so they can put people on
I don't put 'em on for them to get money
I don't put you on to, to make you a millionaire, I put you on so you can put somebody else on
Nigga, you gotta show somebody, you gotta teach what's taught
Show somebody else how to do it
If God give me enough, God gave me more than enough money to take care me and my kids
I got enough money to, to provide for them 'til they die
Put them in college, put them through college
I feel like the more I get, I feel like
He givin' it to me for a reason, he givin' it to me so, 'cause it's like, aight
Your whole family, everybody shit tooken care of now, it's like
Do this for him, do this for him, do this for him
Some people forget it, but you know, I'm one of them ones that try to stay true, man, stay pure

On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto (yeah, yeah)
You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (soul in the ghetto)
And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out the ghetto (yeah, yeah)
On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah)
On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto
So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, I never settled 'cause I'm out the ghetto (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Pray For Me

Pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me
I want to know with them good (yeah)

First, give an honor to God
To Ms Carol who had first brought me and my moms
To the church, where I know I ain't been in so long
I just pray that when I call, they still pick up the phone, yeah
With judgement comin' from all angles
I never defend myself for approval from strangers
When they 'on't give a damn about my kids
Since you ain't gotta pray for me, just pray for them
And pray for my mom, and pray for my sis
Who miss my granny, we need her at times like this
To think I prayed for the world to be back open
Just to lose both of my grandparents to COVID
And pray for every one of my lil' cousins
We was really more like sisters and brothers
I gotta thank 'em for sharin' they dad
'Cause growin' up, he was really all that I had

You know, growin' up at a young age, my pops got deported to Jamaica
And my uncle stepped up and was the father that I never had
So when I say, like
Gotta thank my lil' cousins for sharin' their dad
They really shared they dad with me
He was the father figure I never had
And he really part of the reason why I am the way I am today
And why I'm as successful as I am in this, in this very moment

Instead of arguin' on live, I should've prayed with Tee FLii
I could've got straight to the point, instead of lettin' jokes fly
I should've called Ty, 'cause he don't struggle with his pride
If it was up to him the pusher, still'd be alive
So pray for me
Pray for YG
Pray for PC
Pray for TC
Pray for (?), H-jade and Clean
India and Ty, forever be the squad
Gotta pray for Teddy, gotta pray for Lays
Big S and lil' S, I love 'em both the same
They a big part of the reason why I didn't bang
And that's a big part of the reason I'm still here today
So pray for Migo and pray for Ella Mai
Everything we done together kept our family straight
Pray for anybody rockin' the 10 Summers chain
And any other homies that I didn't name

Know it's a lot of homies I ain't name and shit, man
Pray for B-Wade, a real childhood friend
Pray for Norah, my assistant, man
Pray for Shacko the handicap foolie
Pray for my engineer, David
Who been in this motherf*cker day in, day out
Blood, sweat and tears, for five years
Pray for my niggas Dae-Dae and Glove, man
Them niggas kept us safe so many motherf*ckin' nights
Pray for my nigga Uno too, man, y'know
I can't do this shit without thankin' that nigga K-Dot, man
He came through, swang through with the number one
Right before the album dropped, I ain't even need no rollout
So you gotta pray for him
Pray for Auntie Diane, Roddy and Keefa too
And last but definitely not least
You gotta pray for all my kids, Kylan, Kauner, and Kody
Most definitely gotta pray for the apple of my eye
And the love of my life, Brittney
And Bebe McFarlane the newest addition to the family
And even if I ain't say your name, you know what's up with me

I pray to God to rake my steps on this path I'm going
Gimme peace of mind, so that I stay focused
Gimme discipline, so that I keep going
To the gym even when results ain't showin'
Lord, gimme the faith I need to move mountains
Gimme financial freedom
Know that there's no accountant that's more able than you
There's no problems on this Earth greater than you
And if its your will, then
Let me do everything that I was created to do
Help me change lives, like you changed minds
Like you changed mines, how could I forget?
How you made a millionaire out of 15 cent
When a dollar and a dream wasn't always what it seem
Sometime I couldn't see, but I still believed
And then you made it real, you gave me everything I need
And all I had to have was a faith of a mustard seed

So the point of this album is to have faith
No matter what field of work you in
No matter what you doin' in life
Have faith in it, and believe in it, at all times
And especially having God in your life first
Because in a world full of the Devil doing God knows what
As long as you keep God first, you'll be alright
I've always had the ultimate confidence
I've always believed in myself
And I always try to be the best I can be
It was instilled in me as a kid

When I was making this album, man
I went through three different titles
And about a hundred different emotions
And I just remember a conversation I had with Neil
When he was doing "Perfect Ten"
Said, "Man you should name your album, 'Faith of a Mustard Seed'"
At that very moment, I didn't know exactly what he meant by it
But I knew it was something out the Bible
When I went and I did my research on what "Faith of a Mustard Seed" meant
It says that "with a faith of a mustard seed
God will allow you to move mountains"
And I feel like where I come from
I moved just about every mountain that was in my way
And still movin' em, with the faith of God

You know when I was young, you know, when I say "First giving honor to God"
To Ms Carol who had first brought me and my Mom's
You know that was like, that's a real thing
You know how I moved from The Jungles, to West LA
And I met this lady named Carol, her son was a drummer at the church
And I remember one day I seen her going to church, she was like
"You wanna go to church with me?" And I'm like "Yeah", and I went
You know I really went because I really wanted to be the drummer
But Jermaine was always the drummer
So I never became the drummer, or whatever
But I, uhm, I went
And I became a member of Believers Community Baptist Church
And after I went a few times, and I became a real member of the Church
I got baptized
And I think after that I told my mom
Where I-, guess, my mom was at the baptize ceremony
But I asked my mom, "Mom, you wanna go to church?"
And she was like "Yeah I'd go"
You know my mom never stopped going to church, even when I stopped
You know so
I guess that was like a sign from God
And it also brought me and my mom closer
You know she lived by
I like you know I'm prayin' for you (you know I'm praying for you always)
And I don't know, you know, my mom probably gonna be mad at me
But she used to be real bad at like cussin' us out
Me and my sisters would hear her start cussin' like
"Get yo' ass in the house" (get yo' ass in the house)
You know that type of thing
But uh, you know, once she, once sh- she went to church
It kinda like changed her for the better
You know and it, uhh, softened her up a lil' bit
And I never told her that but uh
I think that was the best thing that ever happened to me and her
You know cause it was me and her
My sister moved to Atlanta with her husband and stuff
And had her own family
Recently just moved em' back here to be closer to us, but
You know, uhm, not to make it about that but
For the most part, man I just wanted everybody out there, you know
You been watchin' me this whole time
Studying my career, and you watched my whole journey
You've seen me grow, you've seen who I am, you've seen who I'd become
You've seen how I mentor my kids, cause I ain't have a father
I had my uncle, but he taught me how to be a father
And uhh, I always admired that about him
That he took me in like I was his son that he never had
Cause he only got daughters
But uhm, it made me be the best father that I could be
And know that, you know
Not to never take that for granted, cause all you got is time
And you can't get time back
Uhm, but to the fans, you know, the little kids
The little producers in the hood
That look at me and, look at it like it's too far
It's really not, I came exactly from where you come from
And anything is possible when you're with the faith
And hard work gonna always be talent, everytime
So I want you to understand, you know
You can do anything you put your mind to
"Faith of a Mustard Seed" is a testimony of me
Just, you know, growing and bein'
Who I knew I always could be, and who I was always gonna try to be
No matter what, nobody could've gotten in the way of me being who I am
And to show you that nobody can get in the way of you
Until next time

And oh yeah, if you ever in doubt of when I'm thinking about you
Just know I'm praying for you
So you should pray for me too
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Writer: Dijon McFarlane, Victor Thell, Jayson Jackson, Damien Farmer, Agape Jerry, Samuel Jammeh
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






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Faith of a Mustard Seed is the fourth studio album by American record producer Mustard. It was released through 10 Summers Records and BMG Rights Management on July 26, 2024.

The album features guest appearances from Kirk Franklin, Lil Yachty, BlueBucksClan, 42 Dugg, Vince Staples, Schoolboy Q, Quavo, Rob49, Travis Scott, Ty Dolla Sign, Charlie Wilson, Masego, Blxst, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Roddy Ricch, Future, Ella Mai, Kodak Black, Young Thug, and Lil Durk.

Faith of a Mustard Seed serves as the follow-up to Mustard's previous album, Perfect Ten (2019), and is also his first release under BMG after his contract with Interscope Records ended.

On June 21, 2024, he released the lead single of the album, "Parking Lot", a collaboration with American rapper and singer Travis Scott. He released the second single, "Pray for Me", on July 12, 2024.
-Wikipedia
Performed By: Mustard
Genre(s): R&B, Hip Hop
Producer(s): Agape Woodlyn, Boobie, Dammo the Great, Farmer, Cam Griffin, LarryJayy, Lewis Hughes, J.Lbs, JHolt, Keanu Beats, LarryJayy, Masego, Mike Robbins, Monte Booker, Mustard, Nic Nac, Peter Lee Johnson, Phoelix, Quintin Gulledge, Samuel Jammeh, Sean Momberger, Terrace Martin, Victor Thell
Released: July 26th, 2024
Year: 2024

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