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INTERPRÉTATION
Cordae
Chant
Bongo ByTheWay
Programmation
Ant Clemons
Chant
Roddy Ricch
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Cordae Dunston
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Hackett
Paroles/Composition
Raymond Komba
Paroles/Composition
Tarron Crayton
Paroles/Composition
Uforo Ebong
Paroles/Composition
Roderick Moore
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cordae
Production
Tarron Crayton
Production complémentaire
Daytrip
Production complémentaire
Russ Chell
Production complémentaire
Kid Culture
Co‑production
Ray Keys
Co‑production
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Ingénierie
Chris Dennis
Ingénierie de prise de son
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
Bongo ByTheWay
Production
Paroles
Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
See, I was 12 years with the Tommy fit
15, crankin' "Bobby Bitch"
I was 17 years on this Earth
When I popped a Perc', made my body itch
Need a pound of blow when I'm drownin' slow
I was down below, word to Roddy Ricch
We was slap-boxin', no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference with a lotta shit
And my grandma got a lotta kids
Bought whips foreign, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, nigga, this the shit that I asked for
'Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my momma cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandma a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
No credit, check, straight cash, card
Nigga, no stress, I progress
That's Mos Def like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don't do no facade
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Ray Keys, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Anthony Clemons Jr., Tarron D Crayton, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Cordae Amari Dunston
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