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Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Giovanni Mkwezalamba
Songwriter
Styven Fatuma
Songwriter
Vircho Reent
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Genii Blakk
Producer
Texty
I did it all over again
We used to talk about this
Fell down came back up now we out here tryna get it
I don't need fifty percent
I just wanna get the whole thing
Get my city on a turn up
Cuz this here is our moment
But one thing I cannot forget is that I do it for the hood
For the hustlers on the corner
And **** that wanna be owners
But thank God for this life you only get one of it
So all my **** celebrate
We just made it out the gutter
We just made it out the Hood ey
It is a vibe for real
It is a vibe for real
Gotta collide for real
Cannot divide the vibe
Show me some love for real ey
I'm from the jungle I swear it's a place
Where everybody trying make a meal
Single mothers gotta hustle
Rap **** trying to get a deal
Everybody wanna run game
Society getting ill now
But what am I supposed to do
But only speak for the truth
Cuz these other rap **** won't
And the government don't
Give a fuck about the people
So imma go do what I want
Always a plug thing
My whole life been risky like a drug deal
They say im rusty I might burst you like its morphine
Empty the chamber let it hit you in the morning
World play you just a kid you aint been born yet
When i was lost I could hear the spirit calling
When i was lost i done knew that God done got me
When i was lost i done knew that God done got me
Look
They say we born the greatest
Shit still mass debated slavery animated
That's why i'm hella faded mostly aggravated
The white man got me a job
And they tell you only praise God
Thats that mamon on your dry slice
Get burned like bubble dro
Up next so what to do your ass feel substitute
I feel like bussing through
Give love not solitude
I feel like Biko do don't check my dressing code
I'm strong like echo crew
Make sure my city know but first i bring it home
I smoke then annotate just call it meditate
Fuck with the way that we got it
This is the way that we savage
A hundred and ten but most them lame
Aim below the average
I need a ten you need a bitch
I'm talking hundreds of thousands
Get me a crib cop me a ride
Shut the fuck up when i'm driving
Who got the sauce
Selling that dope putting the end to the violence
You wanna rap can't get you job
What you decide is your conscious
I'm building my city up
Representing who we really are
As they see us in the media
On and on searching for millions
Fuck it then give me a billion
I'm ready to put my city on
Get rid of the guns that my people on
Been trying to divide us like all along
Together we rise up before the dawn
Get you call it we call it home
Put us in chains till we dead and gone
They just don't like where we coming from
Let us unite and develop the nation
Do it with pride with a standing ovation
Free up your mind on some realisation
Light up a j for some legalisation ey
Meditate concentrate
Focus on self elevate
Put on some work dedicate
To the loved ones
God is great
In spite of my whole life ahead
I chose to sink in deep like lead
Was it water i'm in over my head
Lights camera action you dead
Written by: Daniel Giovanni Mkwezalamba, Styven Fatuma, Vircho Reent
