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Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Cool & Dre - Go To Hell (Visualizer) ft. BEAM
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
BEAM
BEAM
Vocals
Tears for Fears
Tears for Fears
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Tylor Santee Gladden
Tylor Santee Gladden
Songwriter
Charles Bryan Spivey
Charles Bryan Spivey
Songwriter
Charles W. Hairston Jr.
Charles W. Hairston Jr.
Songwriter
Simon David Plummer
Simon David Plummer
Songwriter
Johnathan Bezianis
Johnathan Bezianis
Songwriter
Juan Jose Botero "Dim Crux"
Juan Jose Botero "Dim Crux"
Composer
Tyshane Thompson
Tyshane Thompson
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
The Mercenaries
The Mercenaries
Co-Producer
Thomas "Tomcat" Bennett
Thomas "Tomcat" Bennett
Recording Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Javier Merino Valverde
Javier Merino Valverde
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

These are the things I can do without, come on I'm talking to you, come on Dope boy excellence They gave you life Elevation Uh (Cool & Dre) And in return, you gave Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (uh) Now we ride double M's through the whole city (huh) Niggas talkin' down, but they hoes feel me A nine figure nigga, all I wanna talk is business (facts) I seen a big mouth get a closed casket Self-made, took over the whole racket A kilo after kilo, see who move the most Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (woo) You can't be chasing money with the wrong approach (no) Commas only comin' once you got a coach (huh) I'm the Walt Frazier, that's for all ages (ha) The Don Shula, shooter niggas, tall lasers (brrt) Bitch boys run to social media (woo) Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (boss) If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (huh) All the real niggas clique up, let's get rich tonight Only the real recognize real Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace Uh, I put 50 on her wrist to make her nastier I'm doin' numbers on these niggas, it ain't no passing us Bad bitch sucking it out me, Count Dracula Whole gang with me on a 20-passenger Kraft with us at the table eating crabs with us Labels calling every day to get some cash to us Remember when they thought I wasn't smart, they tried to laugh at us But I still catch 'em at the door, like "Give them Pateks up" (give that shit up) Laugh now, cry later, play it cool, slide later, I know I'm gon' die later On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some Now-and-Laters I'm a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us Lil' shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan I don't get her what she want, and she turn into a cry baby Bye baby, I be out of time, baby If they catch us on a date, you blowing up like the bomb, baby I made 20 mill' last month, you better make up yo' mind, baby You can do anything you want, just don't get out of line, baby I'm doin' anything I want, I'm having lunch with Tom Brady Talkin' 'bout his girl problems, I can't lie, I related Only real recognize the real I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel I ain't make it to the NFL, but shit, I'm Meek Mill And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail Every time I rap, it sound like I'm talkin' in gold, and I'll never sell my soul Only the real recognize real Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace Uh, yes My niggas got indicted, couple made it back (uh) Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (yes) I'm copping real estate like I'm still slinging crack I left Def Jam once I made the max (woo) Look at how I'm living, juggling the raps I told the record labels "You can keep the plaques" (huh) Choppers in the car, it ain't no need for masks (brrt) I do it how I do it with my evil ass Maybach Music Only the real recognize real Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Robert Rihmeek Williams, William Leonard Roberts Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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