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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jedi Winslow
Jedi Winslow
Keyboards
Dontae Winslow
Dontae Winslow
Trumpet
Rejjie Snow
Rejjie Snow
Performer
Jared Pellerin
Jared Pellerin
Vocals
Alex Anyaegbunam
Alex Anyaegbunam
Vocals
Rahki Smith
Rahki Smith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jedi Winslow
Jedi Winslow
Composer
Dontae Winslow
Dontae Winslow
Composer
Jared Pellerin
Jared Pellerin
Composer
Alex Anyaegbunam
Alex Anyaegbunam
Composer
Rahki Smith
Rahki Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Schweitzer
Jason Schweitzer
Mixing Engineer
Lauren D'Elia
Lauren D'Elia
Vocal Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Rahki Smith
Rahki Smith
Producer

Letras

My virgo shorty wildin' out My grandma love my rappin', she's just so so proud My hood is on my shoulders, but I don't know how My homies smokin' loud and they hold me down My sister's got a baby and she's on the way I hope she calls her 'Beyoncé' or 'Chardonnay' My mom be Google searching me like every day Like Rejjie, hope you crash that stage and make me say (say) Oooo-oo-oh This that fucking shit Play us 'round your mama and your baby brother shit When you shower right before you out in pub-uh-lic Singin' way too loud at the neighbors, yeah We keep our heads way up in the clouds Them haters talk, tell 'em, "pipe it down" They'll show us love when we come around When we come around, cause we hold it down Red-eye same flight, but on another plane Might be tonight, but I'll be back again Tell my family I got somewhere to be Somewhere over seas Tell them sing for me Catch that fade so I play the game Rain, rain, rain, rain go away Tears fell down my golden face Love you now I'll roll away Catch a fade, Kickback bars with a frozen chain Ice on me like a older man Woah, woah, woah, woah Peter Slant Y'all know who that be the team A rap saint, I must proclaim You doubt that you must be lame Hit a dollar off a dream fuck loose change They can't afford my movin' Put a middle finger up with that new sayin' He still get back on parole Six foot, Six side, 94' Free lunch I make cracker blow Christmas time there was gifts and dope 9 times 10, ten out your soul Popeye's strong with the spinach cold Home cooked meal, my granny's home Baby girl, baby girl bag a bone This that old shit -- Babylon Grown ass kid with a condom on Oooo-oo-oh This that fucking shit Play us 'round your mama and your baby brother shit When you shower right before you out in pub-uh-lic Singin' way too loud at the neighbors, yeah We keep our heads way up in the clouds Them haters talk, tell 'em, "pipe it down" They'll show us love when we come around When we come around, cause we hold it down Red-eye same flight, but on another plane Might be tonight, but I'll be back again Tell my family I got somewhere to be Somewhere over seas Tell them sing for me Fine air what I'm breathin', altitude be peakin' 30, 000 when I'm speakin' Cause you know I'm prolly chiefin' on that Fine pine, but trust me it's game time I'm goin' get back on my shit While they're reaching for my uh (uh) I can't stop now cause my head too high We makin' noise and we can't pipe it down Turn up too loud but I can't hear em now Said I hear 'em now Sayin' "hold it down" We keep our heads way up in the clouds Them haters talk, tell 'em, "pipe it down" They'll show us love when we come around When we come around, cause we hold it down Red-eye same flight, but on another plane Might be tonight, but I'll be back again Tell my family I got somewhere to be Somewhere over seas Tell them sing for me
Writer(s): Dontae Winslow, Jared Pellerin, Columbus Smith Iii, Alexander Anyaegbunam, Jedi Winslow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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