Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Martin Püschel
Martin Püschel
Songwriter
Joseph Tylear Roberts Jr
Joseph Tylear Roberts Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SwaggBoyy
SwaggBoyy
Producer
Minor2Go
Minor2Go
Producer
Cee Copeland
Cee Copeland
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Oh, we talkin' street cred? (Nigga came from blocks) Nigga we starting this shit on boulevard (now I'm buying blocks, city blocks that is) Now they talk about our shit on Pennsylvania Avenue (Better act like they know nigga, it's all the same to me) Nigga every street in America know who we are Came from in the mix with 36, pockets full with dirty kicks Weighing up them ounces and I swear we had like 30 sticks (Snowman forever!) Diamond in the rough, yeah, you see that boy done glowed up They say you lost your street cred you tell them pussies so what (DJ Drama!) Nigga came from blocks (uh-huh) yeah Now I'm buying blocks (oh, yeah), city blocks that is (c'mon, man) Better act like they know, nigga (you niggas wanna compare resumes?") Came from in the mix with 36, pockets full with dirty kicks Weighing up them ounces and I swear we had like 30 sticks Diamond in the rough, yeah, you see that boy done glowed up They say you lost your street cred you tell them pussies "So what?" Still smelling like a whole thang, dripped in these designer suits Keep my foot on niggas necks while wearing these designer boots Came from being ashy, but now I'm just a classy nigga You ain't gotta ask, yeah, you know that I'm a nasty nigga Address me with some respect, you talking to an exec Dap it with some cool water, I just done a temp check What you niggas expect? Ten years the same nigga Waste a whole decade and that'll be a shame nigga I ain't get these mansions with street cred Get that Rolls Royce with no street cred 'Rari with the horse with no street cred 911 Porsche 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 Negril with no street cred Close million dollar deals with no street cred I ain't tripping on no bullshit, I'm tryna get this check For you niggas on the bullshit, I'm tryna hide this Tec Fuck you nigga talking to, I'm a water-whipping vet Miss them when they locking up, I just make them bitches stretch Talking presidential shit, I got Biden on the text Fucking with a made man, I don't even wear a vest When them boys was playing games, I was busy playing chess Real and I'm self made, yeah, I'm what you call a threat Yeah, they big mad, but I'm happy, nigga And you don't want these problems Lil' Scrappy nigga Buying that Rollie twice, going tall on 'em Ain't no going back and forth, just ball on 'em I ain't get these mansions with street cred Get that Rolls Royce with no street cred 'Rari with the horse with no street cred 911 Porsche 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 Negril with no street cred Close million dollar deals with no street cred When it comes to us, our street cred got equity We can pull from it at any time
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Martin Pueschel, Joseph Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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