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JPay
747
Rap
JPay è stato pubblicato il 17 novembre 2021 da Alamo come parte dell'album Problem Child 3
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Data di uscita17 novembre 2021
EtichettaAlamo
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM85

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Watkins
Dee Watkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Detrone Watkins
Detrone Watkins
Composer
Benjamin Ibrahimovic
Benjamin Ibrahimovic
Composer
William Harper
William Harper
Composer
Eelis Oikarinen
Eelis Oikarinen
Composer
Mo Mingus Willems
Mo Mingus Willems
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoBenji
YoBenji
Producer
William Harper
William Harper
Mixing Engineer
ELE
ELE
Producer
Mo Mingus Willems
Mo Mingus Willems
Producer

Testi

Pull up Mingus, we gon' slide
(Yo Benji, yo Benji, yo Benji)
I just talked to my cousin on the JPay
Sent him some money and pictures
I know that made his day
I gotta make sure that your momma and son straight
Imma try to do the best I can to take the pain away
And fuck the judge, they don't love us
Can't walk a mile in our shoes, how can you judge us
Poverty child, man I swear my life was fucked up
But now I'm up, I just thank the man above us
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Hard times, that's what made us, oh
All I know is stay down and stay prayed up
And you can lock us all up but you can't break us
Long as I'm happy, I don't care about being famous
Tell 'em free Cap
Can't wait till' he back, it's deeper than rap
Thеy want us stuck in that trap, I got some racks in my jeans
I got that Glock in my lap, I wear my hеart on my sleeve
I put that pain in my raps (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Long live Nique, I love that **** like my own child
I got some **** that's been gone for a long time
I can't do shit but put my **** in my songs now
Can't live that same life when was kids, **** we grown now
Lately, I've been reaching my goals
**** thought he was a killer, up that stick and he froze
I can't call you my brother if we ain't share the same clothes
Nah for real, that how it is, that's how deep that shit go (****, ay)
Free my **** sleeping in them cell blocks
Tell the judge I got some **** I need to bail out
How I make it through that struggle 'cause I pray a lot
Like UFC, I got that game in a headlock, eh
I had to cut some **** off, they was holding me back
They don't know shit about my life
They just know that he rap
You still hanging out with that ****
You know he is a rat
Be smarter than that
I just talked to my cousin on the JPay
Sent him some money and pictures
I know that made his day
I gotta make sure that your momma and son straight
Imma try to do the best I can to take the pain away
And fuck the judge, they don't love us
Can't walk a mile in our shoes, how can you judge us
Poverty child, man I swear my life was fucked up
But now I'm up, I just thank the man above us
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Written by: Benjamin Ibrahimovic, Detrone Watkins, Eelis Oikarinen, Mo Mingus Willems, William Harper
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