In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Keyboards
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Vocals
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Songwriter
Jamal Smith
Jamal Smith
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Mixing Engineer
Poptartpete
Poptartpete
Producer
Bert Gervis
Bert Gervis
Recording Engineer

Testi

Who the fuck asked you, man? Hahahaha It's kill or be killed Not heal or be healed, fake is the new real I wanna say, "What happened to hip-hop?" but then I'd be naggin' I wanna say you niggas wack but then I'd be braggin' Huh, the last dragon, flame thrower Lawn mower, charge toward Your greener grass, bypass your bandwagon 'Til it's all over, bring the white flag in Towels get thrown, thrones get new kings Feelings go numb cause you've been through things Balls get dropped, pause, think hoop dreams Get fried over the gravy, that's poutinе, see I decorate my emotions in mеtaphors Tell stories with allegories, so on, so forth But who give a shit? The long lost lyricist Niggas got rich talkin' nonsense, get yours Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around In a world so cold at least the sun is out Live in my mind, I question everything To that point I don't know what to think I don't know what to think I don't know what to think I don't know what to think Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (Ayy, man, look) Hopped of the porch like, "One of these days I'ma hop out the Porsche", caught up in a daze Had a pack of Newports, couple dollars to my name Some knowledge in my brain and my best foot forth I never been afraid, I'm protected by a force I can't really explain and I'm guided by the source Fuck up out my way 'fore I knock you off course I was donkey of the day, now I'm on my high horse I, shoot for the moon and keep a gun around Janky promoters always gave me the run around Hard times like (Huh), bad trips like (Huh) Head to the sky like "Can I win one time?" (Fuck!) Yeah, 'tis the question I had to eat, the industry was giving me indigestion But opting out ain't a option in my profession You don't know what I'm talking 'bout though, here's the lesson Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around In the world so cold at least the sun is out (Soul) Live in my mind, I question everything To that point I don't know what to think I don't know what to think I don't know what to think I don't know what to think Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (BADMON) Listen kids, best to shoot for the moon 'cause if you miss You'll still be amongst those stars to live foris So take a risk and make a wish, close your eyes and picture this Whatever you do, just don't end up like Icarus Try and fly too close to the sun, you get your wings burnt Best you stay close to a gun, shoot for your dreams first Joey be an army of one, get your whole team hurt Ain't no telling where they souls gone when they leave Earth Church, Soulo told me lay em to rest All these death stares but I'm still taking steps I've been looked up to so long I'm starting to break necks I shoot sharp like the Glock came with a bayonet I'm taking bets how long it's gon' take 'em to say that I'm the best A seasoned vet, a legend in the making so they see me as a threat My biggest flex is I did it all and never really broke a sweat I'm aiming so far they can't tell what I'm shooting at Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around In the world so cold at least the sun is out Live in my mind, I question everything To that point I don't know what to think I don't know what to think I don't know what to think I don't know what to think Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
Writer(s): Jamal Vincent Smith, Jo-vaughn Virginie Scott, Herbert Anthony Stevens Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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