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