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We Got Everything
2.642
Hip-Hop/Rap
We Got Everything wurde am 5. Oktober 2018 von Def Jam Recordings als Teil des Albums Beloved veröffentlicht
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AlbumBeloved
Veröffentlichungsdatum5. Oktober 2018
LabelDef Jam Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM160

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
J. Woodard
J. Woodard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase N. Cashe
Chase N. Cashe
Producer
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
My block, we got everything
Coke, dope, smoke, pills
My block, we got everything
Bootleg phones, computers
My block, we got everything
Cars, hoes, cameras
My block, we got everything
Welfare cards, you name it, everything
Let's go
[Verse 2]
He's on that East shit, yes, specifically New York (Specifically)
**** know we rhyme well but he don't like to talk
He don't like foul shit and rappers like both (Fact)
Hit you with the hawk if I ain't got the forth
Hit you with the gemstar if I ain't got the whole
From the land of the lost, where we in and outta court
Shoot shit like it's a sport, **** hustle from them shores
Keep the hammer in your parka if you parked by the court
I'm on the back block then it's layin' on the porch
'Cause I'm probably drunk as shit when i'm sippin' on the quart
Lil' homie got the burner and he'll let that shit scorch
We don't give a fuck, you would swear we was raised wrong
Mama did good but I need that money yay long
Homie got a key flip, homie got a lick line
All I need's a mask and a scale, I'ma get mine
Sittin' in a Champell six, lookin' big time
[Verse 3]
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
[Verse 4]
Nina throw a couple at you, still I love my eight shot
Pistol at the dice game, bet I make the bank stop
Razor in my North Face, thirty eight under my tank top
Homicide rate gon' rise the same day that this tape drop
Five times a day I pray, just me and Allah talk
I ain't have a car, smokers tried to sell me a car part
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
On Instagram, they postin' hard, meet 'em and they talk soft
Thots, we at the Ramada, models, we at the Waldorf
Get nervous when I see cops, from the dirt, D-Block
This CL Smooth, tryna get high, we got that Pete Rock
Them **** killed my cousin so won't nothin' make the beef stop
Even your mom see, ****, I'm concrete, you sheet rock
Cops tried to line us, they stashed coke on the weed block
The bill was goin' down, we had to meet Jack
They indicted like three spots
[Verse 5]
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart
Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk
Written by: David Brewster, David Styles, J. Woodard
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