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Jay Critch - That Was Random (Official Visualizer)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Critchlow
Jason Critchlow
Songwriter
Adrian Lau
Adrian Lau
Songwriter
Zachary Cassell
Zachary Cassell
Songwriter
Elias Cash Ritzfeld
Elias Cash Ritzfeld
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zuko
Zuko
Producer
ELIWTF
ELIWTF
Producer
Devonne Knights
Devonne Knights
Mixing Engineer
Valentino Watson
Valentino Watson
Executive Producer
Jamil Bell
Jamil Bell
Executive Producer
A-LAU
A-LAU
Producer
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Executive Producer

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But what Jay Critch is to Brooklyn, James Harden was to the Rockets tonight If you think about 'round money, like Is you gon'— Is you in it for the money Or you in it for the music or the people or to be a better— Money, that's what everybody in it for (A Lau on the beat) (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?) (Thanks, Zuko) Hood Fav, so I gotta toast to the hood, right? (Right) Say no more Ayy (Hey) If he really pose a threat, then we gon' get him gone (Get him gone) Gotta get it while it's here because we get it gone Brodie locked in, I be prayin' that they send him home (Free him) We was outside way before we had a camera phone Soon as I put diamonds on me, they all put they cameras on (Ice) Love my brothers, we ain't always have a family home (Nah) Do what you do, but niggas better leave the fam' alone (Better leave the fam' alone) Light somebody up before I light a candle for 'em Sorry, that was random My shooters cool, but they not cool with you randoms Don't get spooked, pull up dumpin' at your Phantom Know these hoes gon' choose anyone who got more bands, So I cannot be no fool, I just go and get my bands up I called her up like, "Where you at? I'm in Atlanta" I won't rush to get 'em hit, I gotta plan 'em She was ashamed 'cause I was tweakin' off them Xans, But mami know on holidays, I'm comin' through like Santa She know her second child, know these diamonds shocking, But don't get electrified, I'm nervous, I'll let it fly Uh, and the whole hood gettin' gentrified 'Round the corner from that new building, they lettin' weapons fly And they shootin' right in front children, you niggas' senses fried They ain't got no hope, niggas thinking like, "Who next to die?" Rap niggas singin' like Yeezy, I gotta testify And I hit a jugg in my Yeezys, I'm on Balenci' now Can't just be around, I'm more expensive now I gotta move, I can't sit on park benches now My brodie died and I gotta go avenge him now I already did the flex music, I'm on the trenches now I told Nico, "I'm sorry," feel like I let him down When the gang do it, it's clean, won't be a weapon found Hate in my heart and them drugs help it settle down But I still got hate in my heart, don't make me let it out I'm still ridin' with my dogs, I'll let 'em out And I'm too legit to quit, I keep movin' with it She want me 'cause you a goofy and I'm smoother with it Pullin' up in that all-white just like I'm Ruby Bridges Go and Google that, Hood Fav, make a movie with it I was tryna scoop a bag when they was tryna scoop the bitches Uh, shorty way too bad, she a movie with it Huh, had me nuttin' fast, only two positions Huh, I can run it back, hold on, who you kidding? Okay, let's get serious, nigga, that's too much kidding Shit was getting serious, I had to go on missions It was serious, my mama cryin' in the kitchen Had to thug it out, go and make shit happen They just run they mouth, I be more 'bout action And I had a couple thou' underneath my mattress Boy, you talkin' money now, so I feel like you chattin' If he really pose a threat, then we gon' get him gone (Gon' get him gone) Gotta get it while it's here because we get it gone Brodie locked in, I be prayin' that they send him home (Free him) We was outside way before we had a camera phone (Had a camera phone) Soon as I put diamonds on me, they all put they cameras on (Ice) Love my brothers, we ain't always have a family home (Nah) Do what you do, but niggas better leave the fam' alone (Leave the fam' alone) Light somebody up before I light a candle for 'em Sorry, that was random My fault, I know that was random, but just to know, We not playin' with none of you niggas Ayy Talk Money Gang They say if you wanna see how rich you are, See how many things you got that money can't buy Hood Fav Nico World
Writer(s): Adrian Lau, Jay Critch, Elias Cash Reitzfeld, Zachary Cassell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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