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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Vocals
CJ Luzi
CJ Luzi
Programming
Danika Lukasiewicz
Danika Lukasiewicz
String Instrument
Robin Ghosh
Robin Ghosh
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Songwriter
Charles Dunlap
Charles Dunlap
Songwriter
Torrance Esmond
Torrance Esmond
Songwriter
Lincoln Morris
Lincoln Morris
Songwriter
Carl Justin Luzi
Carl Justin Luzi
Songwriter
CJ Luzi
CJ Luzi
Songwriter
Joseph Prielozney
Joseph Prielozney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Medina
Alex Medina
Producer
Courtney Peebles
Courtney Peebles
Producer
Charles Dunlap
Charles Dunlap
Producer
Elvin Shahbazian
Elvin Shahbazian
Producer
Torrance Esmond
Torrance Esmond
Producer
Lincoln Morris
Lincoln Morris
Producer
John Horesco IV
John Horesco IV
Mastering Engineer
Joseph Prielozney
Joseph Prielozney
Recording Engineer
Kevin Morris
Kevin Morris
Recording Engineer
Robin Ghosh
Robin Ghosh
Recording Engineer

Texty

Uh, turn the music up inside my session, these folks gotta hear my message You put that beat on, I beat on this track to relieve my stressin' I see more trials than Cochran, while TV tryna box me Them magazines ain't on my page, but ain't none of that gon' stop me Keep the fame and acclaim, I won't be a slave for a chain And why stay the same for the change, let's talk 'bout change for a change Mundane, killa bang, sell cane for the gain, pump vanity in your veins Know they hopin' I quit, bet they hopin' I die, know they hopin' I'm plain insane 'Cause they know I ain't playin', got my faith on display And I got some riders behind me, and they mean what they sayin' Knock-knock, open up, we at yo' door, hope you prepared now And I think it's clear now, partner we here now And don't plan on goin' nowhere, consider yourself invested And these strains all up in yo' veins, consider yourself infected And what we say we live out, for we give in we give out And when we die we come back, tell death he'll never win out They ain't never gon' stop us, pop us, drop us, watch us pop right back up And we never gon' die, that's why we ride and rise like 'Pac got back up Gon' back up, call back up, everybody go home, just pack up We plugged into the highest power, that why we ain't gotta act tough No poker faces, just smokin' aces, my house is full My temple is a dwellin' place, my master's masterful You just full of yourself, you just food on the shelf Eatin' for breakfast, talkin' reckless, boy, I know the chef You don't want what he's cookin', it's not easy to stomach And yo' words will be eaten, folks'll be readin' yo' vomit The recipe for disaster asks for blasphemy And as for me, ask for me, I give you gravity
Writer(s): Torrance Esmond, Charles Dunlap, Joseph Prielozny, Lincoln Morris, Le Crae Moore, Carl Luzi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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