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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Cruch Calhoun
Cruch Calhoun
Interprète
David Brewster
David Brewster
Rap
Jerae Prather
Jerae Prather
Rap
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Interprète
Daniel Garcia
Daniel Garcia
Interprète
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Brewster
David Brewster
Paroles/Composition
Jerae Prather
Jerae Prather
Paroles/Composition
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Garcia
Daniel Garcia
Paroles/Composition
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Buda & Grandz
Buda & Grandz
Production
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Production
Mixed by Kamillion
Mixed by Kamillion
Ingénierie de mixage
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Yeah For thirty (From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt) Ooh (Harlem) (ROSELLE USA, nigga) I'm backed up in the Crowne Plaza Brown flaggin', outlastin' Most these rap niggas flashin' How you active with no action? (Ha) Try to limit your distractions Different cloth, a different fabric One of one, nothin' could match it (Yeah) Always show up, never absent I spun them blocks, just me and Acid, blue flaggin' Thirties tatted on my flesh, you know my hood, so don't be askin' We get to steppin' on that same foot, they gon' be toe taggin' (Bop) We was really in the field since Pepe Jeans and Bo Jackson (Facts) We was really in the field since big white tees, like 5X Bullet almost hit me, I survived just 'cause I side-stepped (God) Everybody tryna get involved, shit like a contest I'm solid as they come and I can put that on my mom flesh (Facts) Put diamonds on my mom neck (Mom) Me and Cruch a bomb threat (Uh) Navy Louboutin sweats and yeah, I read my contracts (Yeah, I read it) Like, yeah, I read that clause, they tried to put it in the fine print (Yeah) Like, yeah, I was there, so I'm just thankful they ain't find prints (Thankful) You know T been guy since (Ha) we was opening up the hydrants (T) A son layin' unconscious, you here, still be on my conscious (Woo) Pray for Dre and ain't spoke to him ever since he said his mom sick (Pray) They said me and East some fresh breath, know how I'm lit 2023, got fish (Uh) Avoidin' all the conflict This paper, I be holdin' hostage (Woo) Niggas never fly like ostrich (Never) Cuzzo said he got the meth And he sellin' ice, but he ain't Mazza (Ice) Sippin' Casa' in mi casa and some chocolates, watchin' shotta (Grrt) Real Crip, but first, a father, my bitch badder than a toddler (Yeah) Turn this bitch a gangster party, them niggas'll whack you like piñatas Don't be throwin' me no signs unless it's the ones that be on dollars (Money) If I did it, it's for my kid, all of my family and my partners (Woo) Look, when I was backin' quarters, I never thought I'd have no daughters (Never) No vacation, smokin' wets, the only way they seen some water Ford Explorer full of Fentanyl, we on our way to Florida (Fact) Know where you live, we'll come and pack you up at home like you a hoarder, he's a goner (Grrt) Too much powder made her nose bleed like bad seats And where I'm from, they know I'll run it like a track meet (Roselle) Niggas talkin', but they don't stand on nothin' like they got bad feet (Nah) Unc' only want dog food, I told him that's bad eats I let this cash speak, that shit you got on mad cheap Had conversations with The Rock (Uh), said he heard the glass speak (Boom, ha) S-Type, mid-nineties, I sat on them jack seats (Skrrt, ha) All I wanted was a hundred million, plus a bad freak (That set) Back when regular green plus hashish get you ass cheeks (Uh) Jumpin' out of taxis, we ain't have it, like that cab sweet (Ha) [2:18][?] died, I was just with that nigga last week (Just with him) Niggas, they say they poppin', when I had it, I gave my last piece (Gave my last piece) Woo Niggas, they say they poppin', when I had it, I gave my last piece (Gave my last piece) Facts Niggas, they say they poppin', when I had it, I gave my last piece (Woo) Thirty for thirty, nigga Woo, yeah Came home, I gave my last piece Ha, yeah Roselle (ROSELLE USA, nigga) From The Dirt, FTD, no really, From The Dirt Dirt gang
Writer(s): Daniel Garcia, David Brewster, Francis Ubiera, Michael Richard Kuzoian, Jerae Tyri Prather Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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