Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Butcher Brown
Interprète
Morgan Burrs
Guitare
DJ Harrison
Claviers
R4ND4ZZO
Guitare basse
Corey Fonville
Batterie
J.C. Kuhl
Saxophone baryton
Kevin Simpson
Saxophone ténor
Charles Owens
Saxophone ténor
Suzette Fischer
Saxophone alto
Tye Proffitt
Trombone
Pete Anderson
Trombone
Dr. Reginald Chapman
Tuba
Mambo Miller
Trombone
Sam Koff
Trompette
Marcus James Tenney
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tennishu
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Butcher Brown
Production
Chris Dunn
Production
Lance Kohler
Ingénierie de prise de son
Seth Presant
Ingénierie de mixage immersif
Paul Blakemore
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Man, oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Gotta go and do the shit again
All these foes act like they my friend
Think they finna stick around 'til the very end
I want to make that shit so good, let it touch your soul
Triple Trey, ya know I'm on a roll
Cannot split the shit, I want the whole
Split it with gang, don't ya know?
If you ain't in the squad, then you cannot go
Fuck the noise, yo, let's start the show
Mood Indigo
Here we go
Tennishu, I got the eye
Get the money, that's no lie
Become great before I die
Hustle everyday every way
Ayo, let's go get high
Bullshit only make me sigh
And then we go full steam
Triple beam sight right on the dream
Scope set on sweat and hope
J's and B's all around
Tennishu be gettin' down
Turn the money all around
Got the wave, that’s the sound
Heavyweight, go pound for pound
Swaggin' out on top of wax
Pillow coverin' them racks
City skyscraper stacks
Got the drip from front to back
Uh, and you know this, and you know this
Tennishu, they call me the host with the most
Like I'm laid up in the ghost
Say you will but you won’t
All cap
Say you been out here up in the field, but I ain't seen that
Written by: Marcus James Tenney

