Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Dave East
Voces
Godfather of Harlem
Voces
Lylah Cox
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
David Brewster
Autoría
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Autoría
John Wesley Groover
Autoría
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Autoría
Burt Bacharach
Autoría
Hal David
Autoría
Osten Harvey
Autoría
Christopher Wallace
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Mike & Keys
Producción
DJ Khalil
Producción
Tyler Unland
Ingeniería de grabación
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Ingeniería de mezcla
Rich Keller
Ingeniería de mezcla envolvente
Letra
[Verse 1]
I can't explain the way the fame could change as I float lane to lane
It ain't the same
Learn to embrace the pain or just remain to blame
Let's shock the world
From countertops with dust
I still could smell the bust
They not as thorough
I can't explain the rush, but for this life, I lust
[Verse 2]
Fortunate I led my army
Matching camouflages
Can't disguise it
I just can't explain it, no way to describe it
Keep it timeless
We was born as kings
Cruising down this boulevard of broken dreams
You keep losing hope
Feel like your soul could scream
[Verse 3]
I done seen some things that make me question life for the rest of life
Like all you sacrificed
Roll of the dice
Have you upset with life
Name your price, we bargain that
Hit laundromats to keep it clean
Thoughts was black, a tree start from the roots
Just go ask Ben Vereen
[Verse 4]
Been on the quest for love
Requesting drugs that I could sell myself
I can't explain the way feelings just change
That's what I tell myself
I learned the game
Got me a strain
Now it's pain I could mail myself
Now they jealous
New umbrellas
I walk through that rain myself
[Chorus]
****, damn
Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn
She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn
**** tryna stick me for my paper, damn
Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor, damn
Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn
She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn
**** tryna stick me for my paper, damn
Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor, damn
[Verse 5]
You in the presence of a gift
East Co. mixed with Christmas tree
Twenty chains on in the penthouse
Walking around like Mr. T
Both my hands was 'bout to freeze
We selling eighths, it's six degrees
36, 20 with fiends 'fore we Mike Amiri'd our jeans
Crystal clean I need my view serene
Inside my pockets green
I was watching out from lobbies, rooftops and what's in between
Took a twelve hour drive to Atlanta to pick up hammers
Police scanners in the dashboard
Rear view mirror came with cameras
[Verse 6]
Gotta eat before we hit the road
We ain't stopping for a sandwich
If they pull us, the driver never panic
He start talking Spanish
Cual es el problema
He seen our Rollies, they doing the Macarena
Thank God we not smoking
He woulda searched us without no time to clean up
Without no shot, I'm genius
Flawless flows
I flex on Mike & Keys shit
Million dollar meetings
I just spent last week in the precinct
Slowly pacing
Only waiting for that day we'll all be eating
This money never age like Morgan Freeman
That gave me all the reason
[Chorus]
Damn
Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn
She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn
**** tryna stick me for my paper, damn
Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor, damn
Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn
She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn
**** tryna stick me for my paper, damn
Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor, damn
Written by: Burt Bacharach, Christopher Wallace, Daniel Brian Seeff, David Brewster, Hal David, John Wesley Groover, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, Michael Ray Cox, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Osten Harvey, Sam Barsh


