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Kendrick Lamar ft. Kodak Black - Silent Hill (Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Jake Kosich
Jake Kosich
Songwriter
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sounwave
Sounwave
Producer
Anthony Vilchis
Anthony Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Johnathan Turner
Johnathan Turner
Recording Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Recording Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Recording Engineer
Beach Noise
Beach Noise
Additional Producer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

Hey! (Oh, whoa) Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh, why you keep fuckin' with me? You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me Push these niggas off me like, "Huh!" Push these bitches off me like, "Huh!" Push these niggas off me like, "Huh!" I'm pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes I'm pushin' them all off me like, "Huh!" Pushin' them all off me like, "Huh!" (Yeah) Uh-huh, I be immune to shit (uh-huh) Tuck in the broom and shit (uh-huh) They want to assume and shit (uh-huh) Know you a choke, my assets are close I hide like thе moon and shit (uh-huh) Know the results, the ballot is in and I'm about to boom again (uh-huh) You funny, dawg Peek-a-boo, can't hidе behind your money, dawg A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah Push these niggas off me like, "Huh!" Push these bitches off me like, "Huh!" Push these niggas off me like, "Huh!" I'm pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes I'm pushin' them all off me like, "Huh!" Pushin' them all off me like, "Huh!" (Yeah) Head up, chest out It's all laxed, I'm stressed out Shh! Be quiet, I'm stressed out Stressed out, stressed out, stressed Came my daughter up, she need all the love I need all the love, I mean all of us It's like six o'clock, bitch, you talk too much You makin' it awkward love I mean it's hard enough, I mean it's- They don't fuck with me even if they could Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood First apart roll would be vert in the hood Don't worry about us over here, we good The AP Roman Numeral Everywhere I go I need pharmaceuticals I ran my whole conglomerate I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle Suicide crews at funeral Track hot, launch like a slingshot Big ole ruby diamond on my pinkey finger That bitch look like a Ring Pop Money on my mind, money on your head Can't rap three times while you comin' through the jets Red cross cap a nigga fade In the studio with K Dot fresh out the feds Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain, niggas don't stand a chance Yeah, shuffle like candy paint, I spend a band on a Benz I call the bitch off a Google app I'm the type to kill my shooter weapon I had to survive off a tuna pack Five percent tint on the wood like who was that? Cu Tang caught niggas mad Beat the dope with a fo', I'm whippin' up Sudafed Only doin' scams in the lab Every Thursday girls they spendin' time with my daughter Made me go harder Every Sunday Service, they teach my boy to be a man I ain't have no father Fell in the love with the block, I ain't have no park Just a sawed-off shotgun Mossberg We stackin' that money up propper Opp with diamonds it look like marbles Audemars water, aqua beatin' a blocker 'til we spout 'em I don't want your ice, boy, I want your life But fuck it, I might still rob 'em Yo Push these niggas off me like, "Huh!" Push these bitches off me like, "Huh!" Push these niggas off me like, "Huh!" I'm pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes I'm pushin' them all off me like, "Huh!" Pushin' them all off me like, "Huh!" (Yeah) Head up, chest out It's all laxed (huh, huh, huh), I'm stressed out Shh! Be quiet, I'm stressed out Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out
Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Bill Kapri, Jahaan Sweet, Matt Schaeffer, Johnnny Steven Kosich Jr., Jacob James Kosich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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