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INTERPRÉTATION
Lute
Lute
Interprète
Patrick "Guitarboy" Hayes
Patrick "Guitarboy" Hayes
Guitare
Allan Knighton
Allan Knighton
Ténor
Raschaud Marshall
Raschaud Marshall
Basse
D'Andre Thigpen
D'Andre Thigpen
Batterie
Jerod Morton
Jerod Morton
Alto
Wilton Moore
Wilton Moore
Basse
Rodrickus Hill
Rodrickus Hill
Claviers
Dorran Thigpen
Dorran Thigpen
Trompette
Rasheesa Ali
Rasheesa Ali
Flûte
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Wilton Moore
Wilton Moore
Composition
Patrick Hayes
Patrick Hayes
Composition
Mitchell Pennell
Mitchell Pennell
Composition
Luther Nicholson
Luther Nicholson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
MixMP
MixMP
Production
Patrick "Guitarboy" Hayes
Patrick "Guitarboy" Hayes
Production
Wilton Moore
Wilton Moore
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Zach Nicholls
Zach Nicholls
Ingénierie de prise de son
J-Smash
J-Smash
Production

Paroles

Yeah, yeah Just got in the- Just got in the habit of switchin' the flow Just tryna travel the globe Tired of being underlooked in this bitch Tired of hearin', "I can't wait 'til you blow" Had to step out of my shell for a bit Cuzzo told me put my foot on they throat Had to let go of some niggas last year Wish they let my nigga out on parole Niggas used to bump "The Warm Up" by Cole My niggas used to warm the house with the stove, shit If he made it out of this bitch Ain't no telling where my talent can go Skinny nigga from the 4, used to battle rap niggas for bread when I'm bored Fuck with your boy, used to swerve in a Honda Accord to the store Hit up the Midget for Newport 100's and lottery tickets Now I be whippin' some shit that I pray for All my shit paid for Nigga's will switch on you quick like what team do you play for? I did a fake nigga like case closed, all my life I been ten toes GED my initials, so fuck what you talkin', I get every dollar I don't have a collar, if I did I would pop it Like, "Nigga what's poppin'?" But bro I can't call it Like look what we started but now we here Niggas throwin' shade out of fear 'Cause where I'm at, niggas see theyself Don't be mad bruh, just be yourself 'Cause money come and go, people come and go The sooner you know that, the more that you see Blood ain't no thicker than water to me I count every dollar 'til my thumbs bleed She say I got Marvin Gaye vibes with the drip If I don't fuck with the vibes, I'ma dip Got hollow-point tips in the clip, shit How many y'all club with the whip? Who gives a damn what it's worth? For you I don't follow no hearse I'm real 'til I exit the earth We from where you mix the water with dirt We had to make that shit work The struggle be quenching my thirst I put them tears in my verse So why get the shit I deserve? We came from nothing at all If we had a problem we solve Figured that shit out ourself Turned all my pain into wealth Turned all my pain into wealth, shit Now I be whippin' some shit that I pray for All my shit paid for Nigga's will switch on you quick like what team do you play for? I did a fake nigga like case closed, all my life I been ten toes GED my initials, so fuck what you talkin', I get every dollar I don't have a collar, if I did I would pop it Like, "Nigga what's poppin'?" But bro I can't call it Like look what we started but now we here Niggas throwin' shade out of fear 'Cause where I'm at, niggas see theyself Don't be mad bruh, just be yourself
Writer(s): Patrick Hayes, Wilton Moore, Mitchell Pennell, Lute West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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