Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Madlib
Madlib
Programming
Anderson .Paak
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Kishore Kumar
Kishore Kumar
Sampled Artist
Lata Mangeshkar
Lata Mangeshkar
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otis Jackson
Otis Jackson
Songwriter
S.D. Burman
S.D. Burman
Songwriter
Majrooh Sultanpuri
Majrooh Sultanpuri
Songwriter
James Brown
James Brown
Songwriter
Alfred Ellis
Alfred Ellis
Songwriter
Brandon Paak Anderson
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Producer
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Producer
Eothen Alapatt
Eothen Alapatt
Producer
Sidney "Speakerbomb" Miller
Sidney "Speakerbomb" Miller
Recording Engineer
Rich Gains
Rich Gains
Recording Engineer
Fabian Hummel
Fabian Hummel
Recording Engineer
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, turnt up like Tony juggin' the speaker phones Fuck Sosa, bitch, I got soldiers and I put my people on 2009, a bitch food stamps what I was eatin' on Got four-inch quarters, half-nine pieces on my Nokia phone Squad, diamonds make haters stay on the job Keepin' a baby .380 with me like Khaled stay with Asahd Bump that poison poppy seed, the Afghani shit from the mob You's a cartoon like Flip on the cover of Lucky Charms Every mornin' I wake up with my daughter, Dora Explorer Then I get right back to the pot Kitchen stankin', that's potty trainin' Murder note go to the muhfuckin' plaintiff at my arraignment Keep the dead oppressors on green paper Fuck bein' famous, nigga Ice will come with the fame Flowers cover the grave Power, love, and loyalty Wash me clean today Industry got you sleep but bitch I'm woke, I know the Devil These niggas be fallin' off every day like Ace Hood Rollie bezel Niggas don't understand That 360 mean a percentage of every income stream That record ain't doin' no numbers You trip on your management and your legal team Uhh, I done been dropped before Talked about and wrote off before Heart on my sleeve and the ATF at my mama door Mr. Mongol told me, "Freddie, fix up your posture, bro Walk tall and never show niggas more than they gotta know" Real Gs move in silence like Giannis My Greek freak, we did a ménage with a friend in St. Thomas From 50 karats in my pendant to change up the climate We paint all the whips to cocaine white, decorate the garages Kane Ice will come with the fame (Yeah) Flowers cover the grave Power, love, and loyalty Wash me clean today (Huh) 'Caine all in the blood (Uh-huh) Shots to the brain, Snow on tha Bluff (Uh-huh) Calls for a truce, but truce came with snubs (Uh-huh) Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months (I wasn't done!) Hey, 'caine paid the bills (Uh-huh) Penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill (Uh-huh) Some will get free but most will get killed (Uh-huh) I'm just doin' me, and me, I'm doin' still (I wasn't done!) Ha, started with a nickel in my Tommy socks Smokin' Blacks and gettin' sips of papa's Remy Martin Boosted Polo out of Macy's in the Jansport (Hey) Mama would have got me anything I asked for In the city where they iffy on supportin' niggas (Hey) Moved to L.A., started selling pounds of cauliflower (Hey) Same niggas that I grew up sharin' shoes with (Hey) Turned a limit to a multi-million dollar movement, bitch Ice will come with the fame (Fame) Flowers cover the grave (Cover all) Power, love, and loyalty (Aw, yeah) Wash me clean (Wash me clean, yeah) 'Caine all in the blood (Uh-huh) Shots to the brain, Snow on tha Bluff (Uh-huh) Calls for a truce, but truce came with snubs (Uh-huh) Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months 'Caine paid the bills (Uh-huh) Penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill (Uh-huh) Some will get f– but most will get killed (Uh-huh) I'm just doin' me, and me, I'm doin' still (I'm doin' still) Ice will come with the fame Flowers cover the grave Power, love, and loyalty Wash me clean today For the fame Covered all, covered all Where's your loyalty? (Hey) Wash me clean today Apne pichhe Pyaar kaa jahaan basa ke chale Kadam ke
Writer(s): Brandon Paak Anderson, Majrooh Sultanpuri, Freddie Gibbs, Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Alfred James Ellis, James Brown, S.d. Burman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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