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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Zay Osama
Lil Zay Osama
Vocals
Kamau Brunson
Kamau Brunson
Programming
800 Hertz
800 Hertz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Najee Nickle
Najee Nickle
Songwriter
Isaiah Dukes
Isaiah Dukes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christal Jerez
Christal Jerez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Miller
Nathan Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
800 Hertz
800 Hertz
Producer
Terrance Smith
Terrance Smith
Recording Engineer

गाने

You know we had to get this s- out the mud We had to run this s- up, we couldn't wait on nobody or we wasn't gonna get it You know what I'm sayin'? (Said we come from the mud, we come from the trap house) (We were taught to hustle and go get it-) Yeah, yeah Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playin' Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young n-, it's time (yeah, yeah) And these white folks keep killin' all of our people Ain't no help for my black brothers and my black sisters and they reachin' Gotta run when we see 12, if they ain't shootin' us, then they beat us This money got the whole world blind when s- really ain't equal I got two cars from EDD, bro just popped on on PPP It's been two days, ain't have no sleep, every day a new way, I can't miss my beat Better stay out my way, better stay out that street, my killers, they risk, they signed to the streets They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth, yeah, yeah (They don't ever get to smile, they'll take your teeth, yeah, yeah) And I pray that the chopper still choppin' (I pray that the chopper still choppin') And I pray that the boppers still boppin' No more Section 8, we in a better place No more EBT, we putting cash in our refrigerator Don't let your pride get in the way, or interfere with paper I don't give no f- if you sell p-, baby, get your paper Pending cases, I ain't tryna be in jail right now Unemployment money got my opps flee as hell right now Now I'm on top, they wanna plot, I can see it fair right now Seven different incomes, I got seven cells now, yea-yeah Unemployment kicked in, now it's free bands Hit the boosters up for a Nike check, they playin' Quarantine cost, drank man want four a line If you ain't got no cake, better run up, young n-, it's time (yeah, yeah) And these white folks keep killin' all of our people Ain't no help for my black brothers and my black sisters and they reachin' Gotta run when we see 12, if they ain't shootin' us, then they beat us This money got the whole world blind when s- really ain't equal (yeah, yeah) And I pray that the chopper still choppin' And I pray that the boppers still boppin' And I pray that the chopper still choppin'
Writer(s): Isaiah Dukes, Najee Nickle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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