Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Portion
Portion
Canto
Harry East
Harry East
Programación
Ob Mus1c
Ob Mus1c
Programación
wayveno
wayveno
Programación
Wayveno Beats
Wayveno Beats
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Tyrel Mattison
Tyrel Mattison
Autoría
Harry East
Harry East
Autoría
Lorman Guerrier
Lorman Guerrier
Autoría
Oswald Amorighoye
Oswald Amorighoye
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Harry East
Harry East
Producción
Anthony Jordan
Anthony Jordan
Ingeniería
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Masterización
Sean Gray
Sean Gray
Ingeniería de mezcla
Ob Mus1c
Ob Mus1c
Producción
wayveno
wayveno
Producción
Wayveno Beats
Wayveno Beats
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
One in the head when I ride through the city
Them **** been talking like they out to get me
Orange corvette when I ride through the city
I'm pushing that shit like I'm revving a 'ghini
Them **** ain't enemies, they wanna be me
He wanna be famous then put him on tv
They try to play me this shit will get ugly
I came from the dirt but this shit getting muddy
Shit getting muddy for real
All my **** been poppin' them pills
I got killas still trainin' to kill
I might suit up, go back to the field
Look at all that I did a year
I was just sittin' down in a cell
I'm the voice of my team and speaking it well
My little demon will send you to hell
[Verse 2]
In the field like I play with Odell
They gon' hit up his matta with shells
I was just at the plaza with sales
Play my song on the radio jails
Watch my dog serve a pack through the mail
Get him whacked, I don't talk on the cell
I stay with my day one like I'm Zell
In Atlanta with killas for real
[Verse 3]
Put a hunnid on pump two
Drive the B like a paru
They gon' shoot out the sun roof
While them hoes getting run through
Put that Glock in ya Prada for real
Lotta hoes since I signed up my deal
We was just on the block, make a killing
I'm stacking it up till I reach to a mill
[Verse 4]
One in the head when I ride through the city
Them **** been talking like they out to get me
Orange corvette when I ride through the city
I'm pushing that shit like I'm revving a 'ghini
Them **** ain't enemies, they wanna be me
He wanna be famous then put him on tv
They try to play me this shit will get ugly
I came from the dirt but this shit getting muddy
Shit getting muddy for real
All my **** been poppin' them pills
I got killas still trainin' to kill
I might suit up, go back to the field
Look at all that I did in a year
I was just sittin' down in a cell
I'm the voice of my team and speaking it well
My little demon will send you to hell
Written by: Harry East, Lorman Guerrier, Oswald Amorighoye, Tyrel Mattison
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