Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Consequence
Consequence
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
Masayuki Hirano
Masayuki Hirano
Piano
Casey Benjamin
Casey Benjamin
Organ
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Guitar
Chris Sholar
Chris Sholar
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Dexter Mills
Dexter Mills
Songwriter
Kerry Minnear
Kerry Minnear
Songwriter
Derek Shulman
Derek Shulman
Songwriter
Philip Shulman
Philip Shulman
Songwriter
Raymond Shulman
Raymond Shulman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Producer
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Gloria Kaba
Gloria Kaba
Assistant Engineer
Jeremy Lubsey
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it's more real than it is for any other star
And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards where the Emmys are
For how I deal with the pap like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now
But don't confuse how you see me, have to move now
I've got bars like the cypher's in the booth now
[Verse 2]
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati
'Cause ever since I had the Polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could've broke up with IG
I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin' Dub C had ran with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then
[Verse 3]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin' sure that you **** all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I'm chokin' ****, it's goin' down
I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, **** gon' drown
Rip shit, oh-wait, oh-wait, oh-wait, oh-wait, oh-wait
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, **** erupt
I got the half moon clip, that's banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
[Verse 4]
Out the house, ****, if you open your mouth
Damn, ****, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and baking soda
Keep it movin', keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, you **** go run, hide
Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives
(****) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for **** as I go emphatical, radical
National animal rulin' like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
When I pull up on **** even yo mama gon' scatter
Written by: Derek Shulman, Dexter Mills, Kamaal Fareed, Kerry Minnear, Philip Shulman, Raymond Shulman, Trevor Smith
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