Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Alex Maria Johan Callier
Alex Maria Johan Callier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Jun Kim
Jun Kim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer

Testi

All I see is blurbs, all I see is words Nerds talkin' 'bout what they did, see or heard And all I see is clones, see you motherfuckers With mixtape plans, because they seein' how we movin' And all they say is this, but they ain't sayin' shit They talk reckless when I do not work for them They say, "Come harder, come smarter," which one it is? Which one you wanna hear? Since you such a music wiz First thing I learned when I was comin' up in age When they stumble in your space, is to punch 'em in the face The second thing I learned, I was in thе second grade Slidin' onto second basе, I can orchestrate this game The third I heard was, if it quacks, it's a duck The fourth, of course, just be upfront what you want The fifth was this, keep somethin' crisp on your wrist Now we on album six, the top team on your list Probably grab another hun' though Industry cutthroat, watch how I construct though, uh Concrete jungle If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump's vote, uh Truly, I'm just stayin' humble But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to Some young dumb crazy motherfucker from the hood What time is it, Hit? It's your time, bro Yeah, you know what? Yeah, that and this and that You know, yeah, yeah Don't be scared to execute the vision, lock in Get back to the art, not the trends, tsk I mainly invented raps by bangin' on table tops And takin' on any competition Listen, they put hammers to your ribs, but I'm too legit to quit They like Bishop with the blick, they exposin' who a bitch And I'm like Furious when he took his son to fish Droppin' knowledge on the kids, droptop when we slid Step on lawns, trip on, Dior slides grip on the handrails Crib on some acres Pull off the tails off shrimps, some beyond blond Sip on some fine wine, we just some shakers So, when Planet Rock came out the Bronx, I was watchin' boomboxes T La Rock never made it rich? And when I witnessed that the benefits of livin' good from makin' hits I make bread off what I invent Probably grab another hun' though Industry cutthroat, watch how I construct though, uh Concrete jungle If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump's vote, uh Truly, I'm just stayin' humble But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to Some young dumb crazy motherfucker from the hood
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chauncey Hollis, Alex Maria Johan Callier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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