Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flatbush Zombies
Flatbush Zombies
Performer
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Rap
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Rap
Demetri Simms
Demetri Simms
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Songwriter
Demetri Simms
Demetri Simms
Songwriter
Linden Jay Berelowitz
Linden Jay Berelowitz
Songwriter
Laura Roy
Laura Roy
Songwriter
Geordan Reid-Campbell
Geordan Reid-Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Producer
Linden Jay
Linden Jay
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Woo, yeah, uh
[Verse 2]
Don't sip lean, fuck that drank stuff, I was poor enough
Just imagine the power struggle when you ain't got no plug
I only want the best, but they treat me like the worst
Shit, I do deserve the best, man, I came up from the dirt
I don't talk much, but I raise the quota
I done had chicks cross every border
Just to ride and slide they tight vagina on this anaconda
This will heighten highs
Bloodshot your eyes and sank them lower
The lies are more entertainin', the truth less profitable for us
Lucid, not gonna lose focus, illusion if you see him fallin'
Conclusion, can't you see he off this?
Been seven years in this game, nobody robbed me for my chain
Nobody disrespect the set, nobody ever fucked my bitch
Evil ****, slither to her crib and give her dark dick
Bigger spender, but that's only 'cause I work hard, bitch
Destruction is a form of creation, says Donnie
But I'm a different Darko, and this a different story
[Verse 3]
Hustle all my life
Seen the light through the tunnel
And I might wanna fuck with you, who knows?
But tonight it's a must that we, you know
Let your hair go, and I'm that ****
[Verse 4]
In the land of the weak they know I'm playin' for keeps
His soul is beside himself, impressive, the letter E
The ricochet is the wick when I hit with the way I will
But since I'm an ill ****, I'm not fazed, boy, it's a shield
How you feel? Had to get my dough up, so what?
Now I'm back in it like I sobered up, rollin' up
They all witness to the wise men, husband and they wives and
Had some salt with ****, tried to one-up like a Heisman
Sonny, I despised him, I don't do this for TV, my track record is Oz then
Never gave you permission, so why you feel obliged then?
Mutiny, my scrutiny ain't cosplay, you all fake, all straight, go off late
The more I save, the more I stay the same without a doubt
Know it's different, I'm a legend, these are credits, not just clout
I just hope I see the day when **** ain't shootin' it out
'Cause it might change how we gauge the future for our sake
[Verse 5]
Hustle all my life
Seen the light through the tunnel
And I might wanna fuck with you, who knows?
But tonight it's a must that we, you know
Let your hair go, and I'm that ****, ay
[Verse 6]
And I always got that thang, you know, we smoke
Flatbush born from the county
Halos, angels, devils, fallen
Heroes, soldiers livin' on
[Verse 7]
G-O-D, Hail Mary, Our Father
LSD, three tabs on my tongue, bro
NYPD, they can suck my dick and balls
NYC, rep that till I'm gone
DTA, don't trust anyone or it's
DOA, dead on arrival
JFK, sweats and my shades on, then it's
LAX, hop out and get stoned
Written by: Antonio Lewis, Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Geordan Reid-Campbell, Laura Roy, Linden Jay Berelowitz
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