Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saint Bodhi
Musician
J.LBS
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stan Greene
Composer
Kuwanna Jasmine Moore
Composer
J. Pounds
Composer
Omarr Rambert
Composer
Kyle Edwards
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.LBS
Producer
OmArr of Stoopid Robots
Co-Producer
lastnight
Co-Producer
Ali A Mac McGuire
Recording Engineer
Stan Greene
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Omarr Rambert
Executive Producer
Testi
When I get older, I'ma get up out this bitch
I'ma get rich
My daddy bangin' on the walls
Nigga drunk, always throw another fit (Oh, no, no)
I go to 95th
South Central's where I live
Selling white widow to the kids
Lord, get me out this bitch
Feet hit the pavement, sirens are blarin'
Crackheads'll get ya what ya need, how much you payin'?
Orange El Camino, guns like Al Pacino
Gold chain cost a couple bucks under a C-note
I got this white girl if you need the fix
My nigga scopin' out the next spot to hit the lick
In the nighttime, zombies chill on the 25th
Mother Mary, please still get me out this bitch
I'm in that all-black Cadillac
Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back
Roll the dice and take a chance
I pray to God shit don't get outta hand
I'm in that all-black Cadillac
Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back
Roll the dice and take a chance
I pray to God shit don't get outta hand
Look, little black bitch, you ain't gon' be shit
Get up on this pimpin'
I wish you were a boy, you shoulda been a boy
They shoulda took you instead of your mother
I question God why you were even born
I bet you'll turn into a whore
If you wanna leave, there's the door
That's all I heard
No one will love you
A star was born
Feet hit the pavement, sirens are blarin'
Crackheads'll get ya what ya need, how much you payin'?
Orange El Camino, guns like Al Pacino
Gold chain cost a couple bucks under a C-note
I got this white girl if you need the fix
My nigga scopin' out the next spot to hit the lick
In the nighttime, zombies chill on the 25th
Mother Mary, please still get me out this bitch
I'm in that all-black Cadillac
Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back
Roll the dice and take a chance
I pray to God shit don't get outta hand
I'm in that all-black Cadillac
Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back
Roll the dice and take a chance
I pray to God shit don't get outta hand
Yeah, all red on my call log
Watch the money pile up
Bitch, you shouldn't run up
You know I got my gun up
Number one stunna
Oh Lord, they comin' for ya
Get your shit right
Keep the tummy tight
Listen, baby
Believe in me because I believe in you, so we can believe together
Understand that I understand
So what's understood don't need to be explained, right?
Hit the blade
Do it for me, baby
I'm in that all-black Cadillac
Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back
Roll the dice and take a chance
I pray to God shit don't get outta hand
I'm in that all-black Cadillac
Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back
Roll the dice and take a chance
I pray to God shit don't get outta hand
Writer(s): Omarr Rambert, Jason Kevin Pounds, Kyle Michael Edwards, Kuwanna Jasmine Moore
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