Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Nastee
Nastee
Mixing Engineer
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer

Texty

It's all a hidden history, and mysteries I see vividly, hysteria Cause misery on the interior Shit gets more scarier, I'm never in fear Just a little inferior in some areas But I share, wisdom with Sumerian's Somewhere we in the place Peace means harmony, not war and armory But fuck that, cock your gun back This survival of the fittest Some cats get boxed in where they litter These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like beez in the track Get smoked out and I ain't talkin' bout what you toke out You toked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dream When actually reality ain't what it really seem And I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's scream The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being By eighteen, pockets healthy green What the fuck is twelve beams? I need the cake and cream The stakes is high like fiends off a dream Jet streaming having cuisine With the best season since the vet season Carry a vest, you know the reason I'm in Chi-raq and I'm getting blown like the breezes The chicken strip teasers Thighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavage She even lick it down to the bone marrow She in love but I ain't got a bow and arrow I'm known to jack the booty like I'm Sparrow They ain't tryna' see me in the battle The lines is too narrow They couldn't even outshine my shadow They don't want the beef nigga, let alone the cattle They just living out the saddle, so sad though Black republican, black democrats Black educator, black entertainer Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling Save the children Save the children Save the children... Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdose Overdose on high fructose, rolling toast till I'm over-throat And over-slowed, I been speakin' over tones Low but keep them L's high, legends live long And we gon' be forever, this for the Era They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetera, whatever Why do they sweat us? Dead us, they just met us, but they won't forget us They don't know better than the worst case I be headed for first place Purchase they position cause' they worship oppositions But I too had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instant And they still ain't got my decision, I won't stand under no man Except my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighter I hit the spliff and this what I'm spittin' Like it's gas liquids that I'm drippin', pimpin' Black republican, black democrats Black educator, black entertainer Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling
Writer(s): Ernest Straughter, Patrick Baril, Jo-vaughn Virginie, Luther Napoleon Waters, Ray Straughter, Braden Watt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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