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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
JAY-Z
Chant
Fugees
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Shawn Carter
Paroles/Composition
Lauryn Hill
Paroles/Composition
Wyclef Jean
Paroles/Composition
Allen Henry McGrier
Paroles/Composition
Mary Christine Brockert
Paroles/Composition
Samuel Prakazrel Michel
Paroles/Composition
Salaam Remi
Paroles/Composition
Dion Wilson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
JAY-Z
Production
No ID
Production
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jimmy Douglass
Ingénierie de mixage
Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Yeah, got a little cold so bear with me
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
We stuck in La La Land
Even when we win, we gon' lose
We got the same fucking flows
I don't know who is who
We got the same fucking watch
She don't got time to choose
We stuck in La La Land
We got the same fucking moves
[Verse 3]
Y'all fuck the same fucking chicks
I'm in the skrrt with your - yeah, right
I'm in the skrrt with your - cool story
I'm on the j - 'nough of this
[Verse 4]
Look, I know killers, you no killer, huh?
Bathing Ape maybe not a gorilla, huh?
Glorified seat filler, huh?
Stop walkin' 'round like y'all made Thriller, huh
Fake Dracos all in the videos
We show 'em, we shoot 'em in my city though
I don't post no threats on the internet
I just pose a threat, blame Lenny S for that
I don't be on the 'Gram, goin' ham
Giving information to the pork, that's all spam
[Verse 5]
Please don't talk about guns, that you ain't never gon' use
Y'all always tell on y'all self, I'm just so fucking confused
[Verse 6]
Y'all stuck in La La Land
Even when we win, we gon' lose
Y'all got the same fucking flows
I don't know who is who
We got the same fucking watch
She don't got time to choose
We stuck in La La Land
We got the same fucking moves
[Verse 7]
Y'all **** still signing deals, still?
After all they done stole, for real?
After what they done to our Lauryn Hill?
And y'all **** is 'posed to be trill?
Guess we'll talk when you behind on your taxes
And you pawned all your chains
And they run off with your masters
And took it to Beverly Hills while we in Calabasas
And my head is scratching 'cause that shit is backwards
And that shit ain't right, Lucian is cool
But Lucian don't write, Doug ain't this tight so
Fuck what we selling
Fuck is we making?
'Cause their grass is greener
'Cause they always raking in more
Na-na, na-na
Nah, nah
Written by: Allen Henry McGrier, Lauryn Hill, Mary Christine Brockert, No ID, Salaam Remi, Samuel Prakazrel Michel, Shawn Carter, Wyclef Jean

