Video musicale

In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Vocals
LAW Parker
LAW Parker
Vocals
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Rihanna
Rihanna
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Robyn Rihanna Fenty
Robyn Rihanna Fenty
Songwriter
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Songwriter
Badriia Bourelly
Badriia Bourelly
Songwriter
James Fauntleroy
James Fauntleroy
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Songwriter
Lawrence Parker
Lawrence Parker
Songwriter
Elton Newman
Elton Newman
Songwriter
Dartanian Stovall
Dartanian Stovall
Songwriter
Tyrone Cosey
Tyrone Cosey
Songwriter
Jerry Butler Jr
Jerry Butler Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Producer
James Blake
James Blake
Additional Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

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Tell my uptown posse (Yeah), tell my uptown posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) Tell my BK posse (Yeah), Tell my BK posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) Tell my 3rd Ward posse (Yeah), tell my 3rd Ward posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat Yeah, you know I'm full time trippin' The crib look like Zaha Hadid did it, nah, he different Hov here to deliver ye like Moses So it's Indisputable fact, we the chosen Throwing Roc Nation brunches, that's a feast for Non-believers, I created my own Easter Evidence for your reverence Why would I not have a watch like a Saudi prince? It unfoils The slave that shook hands and humbled the duke of oil The spook that spoke sterling silver and pearls twirled, tumbled out my nappy coils Visions of sugar plums for all the boys and girls Why would I sell-out? I'm already rich, don't make no sense Got more money than Goodell, a whole NFL bench Did it one-handed like Odell, handcuffed to a jail I would've stayed on the sidelines if they could've tackled that shit themselves You backstabbers gon' turn me back to the old Jay He's not who you wanna see, he's not as sweet as the old Ye When I die, please don't tweet about my death (Death) Tryna get mentions, bringin' attention to yourself Please don't post some pic from in the club With some quote you stole like we was tighter than what we was Tryna get likes from my love If you can't go by the crib and give my momma a hug Tell my uptown posse (Yeah), tell my uptown posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) Tell my BK posse (Yeah), Tell my BK posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) Tell my 3rd Ward posse (Yeah), tell my 3rd Ward posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat Tell that Magnolia posse (Yeah), tell that Magnolia posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) I send Duaa's up from the belly of the Dunya (Subhanallah) Duaa's up for my Umi and the Ummah (Subhanallah) Duaa's up for the honorable Louis Farrakhan Who pulled me out the grave and pointed me towards the Sunnah (Mash'Allah) 'Member Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought we'd make it to Lā 'ilāha 'illā llāha It's the day of the judgment, fulfilment of the covenant These universal truths remain self-evident R-O-C stands strong like Sphinx do (uh) Now who wan come test the champion sound? Limb by limb, we a gon cut them down Send for the axe sir, take out the tongue Tell that Parkway posse, tell that Parkway posse Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat From that Mag to that Melph to that Caliope Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Tell my uptown posse (Yeah), tell my uptown posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) Tell my BK posse (Yeah), Tell my BK posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) Tell my 3rd Ward posse (Yeah), tell my 3rd Ward posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat Tell that Magnolia posse (Yeah), tell that Magnolia posse (Yeah, yeah) Get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Yeah), get the gat (Ya heard?) I wanna go back to the- I wanna go back to the old way But I'm drunk instead with a full- (Old way) But I'm drunk instead with a full ashtray (You're too late) (Ashtray) you're too late Too late, late Too late (Late) I wanna go back to the- I wanna go back to the old way But I'm drunk instead with a full- (Old way) But I'm drunk instead with a full ashtray (You're too late) (Ashtray) you're too late Too late (Late)
Writer(s): Tyrone Cosey, Robyn Fenty, Kenneth Gamble, Elton Newman, Jerry Butler, Badriia Bourelly, James Fautleroy, Timothy Thedford, Lawrence Parker, D'artain Stovall, Ernest Wilson, Leon Huff, Shawn Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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