Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Archie Patmore
Archie Patmore
Composer
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Julio Espana
Julio Espana
Composer
Rahkim Jaquan Swain
Rahkim Jaquan Swain
Composer
Vuk Vukolic
Vuk Vukolic
Composer
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hajo
Hajo
Producer
APGoKrazy
APGoKrazy
Producer
Vukola
Vukola
Producer
ProdbyRahkim
ProdbyRahkim
Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Recording Engineer

Letra

When the fame start comin' That's when they say I changed on 'em (said I changed on 'em) Well, take it all from me I don't even want this shit around (I don't even want it 'round) When the rain start pourin' That's when they all start runnin' (they all start runnin') And they ain't say nothin' They just let a nigga drown (they just let the rain drown me) But I just want to thank 'em all, that rain made mud (made mud) Guess bein' rich don't mean shit if you can't spend it with your thugs Shawty know I ain't tryna hear that, don't tell me shit about my drugs A heart is somethin' that I fear, baby, I'm all out of love for you And know it's nothin' left to prove (left to prove) But you know I'ma take the risk Like I ain't got everything to lose (got everything to lose) Cupid better not let off a shot, what I'm inside is bulletproof Forever young, we can never die, let God do the choosin' But if He do (but if He do) I'll just be coolin' with my loved ones in the afterlife I'm knowin' I'ma be alright (ay, I'ma be alright) Don't know where he goin', might be his chance So can't miss the flight Prayin' he make it back, but if don't he still packin' light Out of mind, out of sight (out of mind, out of sight) Don't hit my line, it ain't 'bout no money If it's worth dyin', come take it from me then That bitch ain't mine And I ain't paid for this ass she shakin' for me If it weren't for all this love for me I wouldn't go on stage, fuck it Know I tell 'em cut the cameras Why all this shit feel staged or somethin'? Would ask you to help me count it But you'll probably take you somethin' On the road to Alabama, couple hours from Atlanta Want to go home to Jacksonville But I can't let them collect the bounty on me When the fame start comin', that's when they say I changed on 'em Well, take it all from me, I don't even want this shit around When the rain start pourin', that's when they all start runnin' And they ain't say nothin' they just let a nigga drown (they just let the rain drown me) Why you come 'round, if you ain't have plans on stayin' down? Get the fuck on, the trust gone, it can't be found again Shit'll never be the same, my feelings with my niggas in the ground Any time you think about it, burn down the town for them Higher than Venus, flawless tennis chain, it cost me racks Step with a purpose like Bobby Shmurda, my niggas catchin' hats Put down them Adderalls, we sober up and come subtract They think Cortez got scoliosis, how he double back Ah, can't buy the bitch no ring, we stickin' to the Drury Inn She always ventin' to me, I think her last name Wynn Palm Angels on my back, it's hard to comprehend When them devils talkin' I'm in Christian Louboutins, got killers in the church again Backseat of that Rolls Royce, I been crushin' pills on leather pants You know that I'm sufferin', I'm waitin' for you to call All winter, spring and summer, niggas wait on me to Fall I'm in the field, I'm rockin' Helmut Lang, you understand me? I bought a Nina, put a dick on it, this bitch a tranny Monkey nuts and banana clips, the life of Caesar It was times I was at my lowest, dawg, I felt like Peter (drown me) But I just want to thank 'em all, that rain made mud Guess bein' rich don't mean shit if you can't spend it with your thugs Shawty know I ain't tryna hear it, don't tell me shit about my drugs A heart is somethin' that I fear, baby, I'm all out of love for you And know it's nothin' left to prove But you know I'ma take the risk like I ain't got everything to lose Cupid better not let off a shot, what I'm inside is bulletproof Forever young, we can never die, let God do the choosin' If He do
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Janarious Wheeler, Julio Espana, Archie Wallace Patmore, Rahkim Swain, Vuk Vukolic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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