Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prez Harris
Prez Harris
Performer
Randall Harris II
Randall Harris II
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prez Harris
Prez Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Giana Hicks
Giana Hicks
Producer
Jimmy Park
Jimmy Park
Engineer

Letra

This one the realest flows I ever spit All of this excellence is effortless, it's evident This melanin, just make 'em jealous and, they can't contain It's like the blacker the berry, sweeter the prejudice Forever relevant, I stutter step but never hesitant Cross right to left and drop the president I drop this fire periodic so you know I'm in my element This elephant is taking up space, I must address Life's become a popular race, I must confess But can we all go back to just doing what we do best Cause having a famous president ain't gone clean up this mess Though I almost rather have lil pump than lil trump (Esketit!) Even Ed Van Halen a be a jump Cause every time a black man speak he gotta tweet I probably raise my fist and he flinch, like a lil chump (Black Power) Black business, it's black hour If you ain't with it today, get Matt Lauer'd Forever Harlem shaking on stage, not like baauer, Like Mike Bow or Got special delivery that's why they scoff at me Keep it blunt I put these beats where the coffin be Awfully often better check the discography Half the rappers say they sick couldn't cough with me The other half they just off of lean, awfully awful Claim they out the rough but got wonderful golf scores Got a sub par flow If I'm in the booth then I'm bringing some charcoal Product of environment but changing my barcode, new car flow (skkrt) These streets is icy be careful who you let slide up on you (skkrt) Lots of people say they riding for you But once you out of gas, in different company They out here lying on you No obliging just Verizon for you, well hey I ain't no novice to the switch up Don't Sprint back to me like can you hear me now just pick up, nah They try to get you on the front end or back end I rather figure out the code keep my money full stacking That's why I'm back in With the know how, extra profound In history, my words will go down, I'll pimp a pronoun They just told me she need mo rounds, it's getting cold out Need fire in these streets that Golden State couldn't blow out, wait Cause really ain't nobody near me though The closest one I 619 like Rey Mysterio So come and see me for yo burial Then we have a party next door I'm telling parables Bumping State of the Union all through the stereo They be listening like ooh thats lit (That's lit) Like the package ugly they just look like who rap this No label we on twitter tryna bootstrap this Dope Dreams But didn't I tell you that And if you love me better show me don't just tell me that Cause people talking but they phony, didn't I tell you that (For real) Didn't I tell you that They just asked me for my soul said they'd sell me rap Said you can't make it on yo own, ooh don't tell me that (For real) Don't tell me that
Writer(s): Giana Hicks, Prez Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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