Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
Band On The Beat
Programmation
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Programmation
S.Dot
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Artist Julius Dubose
Paroles/Composition
Damil Coste
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Zoumboulias
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Paroles/Composition
Shaun Thomas
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ Riggins
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Seaberg
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Dean Maola
Assistance d’ingénierie
Gabriel Pitaro
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
AJ Ruined My Record
Ingénierie de prise de son
Alex Estevez
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Band On The Beat
Production
S.Dot
Production
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Production
Paroles
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
I'm from the Bronx, not Benny
I swear I don't even know why I did it
AP cost a hundred and fifty
I be feeling like I'm drowning with it (Drowning with it)
If you tryna ride the wave, you should be afraid that you don't drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
From the Bronx, not Benny, yeah, yeah
500K, that's just on the Richie
My ****, you don't wanna play with my city
**** die every day in my city
Whole lotta young wild **** (Wild ****)
If you tryna ride the wave, you should be afraid that you might drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city (King of my city)
And every **** with me wearing Amiri
[Verse 1]
Headshot like baow, **** (Baow)
Headshot like pow, **** (Pow)
Hit him twice, make sure you don't miss him
Them bullets in this pistol look like a missile (Look like a missile)
Headshot like baow, ****
Hit 'em up, man down, ****
Send a **** on a motherfuckin' mission
It's fucked up, yeah, I know they gon' miss him
I am not with it, yeah
Try to play with me, you might end up missing (Might end up missing)
VVS's Elliot, not Missy
Sorry, miss, these Elliot VVS's
Long johns on just for the crills (Just for the crills)
Long johns on, crill tuckin' (Crill tuckin')
If you gotta pay the bills, fuck it (Yeah)
Westside **** from the Bronx, yeah
Throw it up like LeBron, yeah
Thirty rounds on a hundred FN's (Hundred FN's)
All my guys came with the shits (Came with the shits)
And they might get to bustin', yeah (Bustin', yeah)
If I like your necklace, yeah (Necklace, yeah)
Those guys might take off your necklace (Take off your necklace)
Fuck a fight, I ain't with the Tekken (I ain't with the Tekken)
Those guys might want you to check in (Want you to check in)
[Chorus]
I'm from the Bronx, not Benny
I swear I don't even know why I did it
AP cost a hundred and fifty
I be feeling like I'm drowning with it
If you tryna ride the wave, you should be afraid that you don't drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
From the Bronx, not Benny, yeah, yeah
500K, that's just on the Richie
My ****, you don't wanna play with my city
**** die every day in my city
Whole lotta young wild ****
If you tryna ride the wave, you should be afraid that you might drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
And every **** with me wearing Amiri
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Damil Coste, Joseph Zoumboulias, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Shaun Thomas