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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Lecrae
Canto
Carl Justin Luzi
Programación
Danika Lukasiewicz
Instrumento de cuerdas
Robin Ghosh
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Lecrae
Letrista
Charles Dunlap
Letrista
Torrance Esmond
Letrista
Lincoln Morris
Letrista
Carl Justin Luzi
Letrista
CJ Luzi
Letrista
Joseph Prielozney
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Lecrae
Producción
Elvin Shahbazian
Producción
Joseph Prielozny
Producción
Alex Medina
Producción
Carlton Lynn
Ingeniería de mezcla
Heat Academy
Producción
Kevin Morris
Ingeniería
Robin Ghosh
Ingeniería
Letra
Uh, turn the music up inside my session, these folks gotta hear my message
You put that beat on, I beat on this track to relieve my stressin'
I see more trials than Cochran, while TV tryna box me
Them magazines ain't on my page, but ain't none of that gon' stop me
Keep the fame and acclaim, I won't be a slave for a chain
And why stay the same for the change, let's talk 'bout change for a change
Mundane, killa bang, sell cane for the gain, pump vanity in your veins
Know they hopin' I quit, bet they hopin' I die, know they hopin' I'm plain insane
'Cause they know I ain't playin', got my faith on display
And I got some riders behind me, and they mean what they sayin'
Knock-knock, open up, we at yo' door, hope you prepared now
And I think it's clear now, partner we here now
And don't plan on goin' nowhere, consider yourself invested
And these strains all up in yo' veins, consider yourself infected
And what we say we live out, for we give in we give out
And when we die we come back, tell death he'll never win out
They ain't never gon' stop us, pop us, drop us, watch us pop right back up
And we never gon' die, that's why we ride and rise like 'Pac got back up
Gon' back up, call back up, everybody go home, just pack up
We plugged into the highest power, that why we ain't gotta act tough
No poker faces, just smokin' aces, my house is full
My temple is a dwellin' place, my master's masterful
You just full of yourself, you just food on the shelf
Eatin' for breakfast, talkin' reckless, boy, I know the chef
You don't want what he's cookin', it's not easy to stomach
And yo' words will be eaten, folks'll be readin' yo' vomit
The recipe for disaster asks for blasphemy
And as for me, ask for me, I give you gravity
Written by: Alex Medina, Alonzo Stevenson, Carl Justin Luzi, Charles Dunlap, Courtney Peebles, Elivin Shahbazian, Joseph Prielozny, Le Crae Moore, Lecrae, Lincoln Morris, Perry Carlton Lynn, Solomon Burke, Torrance Esmond