Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Jeezy
Jeezy
Canto
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Autoría
Martin Püschel
Martin Püschel
Autoría
Joseph Tylear Roberts Jr
Joseph Tylear Roberts Jr
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
SwaggBoyy
SwaggBoyy
Producción
Minor2Go
Minor2Go
Producción
Cee Copeland
Cee Copeland
Ingeniería de grabación
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
**** we started this shit on boulevard
Now they talkin' bout our shit on Pennsylvania avenue
**** every street in America know who we are
[Verse 2]
Came from in the mix with thirty-six
Pockets full with dirty kicks
Weighing up them ounces and I swear we had like thirty sticks
Diamond in the rough yeah you see that boy done glowed up
They said you lost yo street cred you told them pussies so what
[Verse 3]
Came from in the mix with thirty-six
Pockets full with dirty kicks
Weighing up them ounces and I swear we had like thirty sticks
Diamond in the rough yeah you see that boy done glowed up
They said you lost yo street cred you told them pussies so what
[Verse 4]
Still smelling like a whole thing dripped in these designer suits
Keep my foot on **** necks while wearing these designer boots
Can from being ashy but now I'm just a classy ****
You ain't got to ask me yeah you know that I'm a nasty ****
Address me with some respect you talk to a exec.
Dap it with so cool water I just done a temp check
What you **** expect ten years the same ****
Waste a whole decade and that a be a shame ****
[Verse 5]
I ain't get these mansions with street cred
Get that Rolls Royce with no street cred
Rarri with the horse with no street cred
9/11 Porshe with no street cred
Can't pay my family bills with no street cred
Can't feed my family meals with no street cred
Spend summers in the grill with no street cred
Close million dollar deals with no street cred
[Verse 6]
I ain't trippin on no bullshit I'm tryna get this jet
For you **** on the bullshit I'm tryna hide this Tech
Fuck you **** talkin' to I'm a water whippin' vet
Mister when they lockin' up I just make them bitches stretch
Talkin' presidential shit I got Biden on the text
Fuckin' with a made man I don't even wear a vest
When them boys was playin games I was busy playing chess
Real and I'm self made, yeah I'm what you call a threat
[Verse 7]
Yeah they big mad but I'm happy ****
And you don't want these problems lil scrappy ****
Buyin' that Rolex twice going tall on 'em
Ain't no going back and forth just ball on 'em
[Verse 8]
I ain't get these mansions with street cred
Get that Rolls Royce with no street cred
Rarri with the horse with no street cred
9/11 Porshe with no street cred
Can't pay my family bills with no street cred
Can't feed my family meals with no street cred
Spend summers in the grill with no street cred
Close million dollar deals with no street cred
[Verse 9]
When it comes to us, our street cred got equity
We can borrow from it at anytime
Written by: Jay Jenkins, Joseph T. Roberts, Martin Püschel
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