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


