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I successi di Dave East
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cruch Calhoun
Performer
David Brewster
Rap
Jerae Prather
Rap
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Performer
John Groover
Performer
Jessi Siri
Rap
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
Songwriter
Jerae Prather
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover
Songwriter
Jessi Siri
Songwriter
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyrivelli
Recording Engineer
Mike & Keys
Producer
Mixed by Kamillion
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Producer
Testi
Still on that 30 for 30 shit
(From the dirt, no really, from the dirt)
Rich niggas, came from some dirty shit
Every time I lost, I got inspired
Middle of the summer, posted by the whip, Glock on the tire (right here)
If you wanted fire, pull up to my building, you could buy it (pull up)
Pop's was still laughin' at jokes from Richard Pryor
We was bustin' loose
Now I pull up, custom coupes (skrrt)
Juice bar with reg', he cuttin' fruit (first)
You don't know that feelin' when you don't know what the fuck to do (you don't know)
Northfaces got niggas murdered, my shit was bubba goose (the ubba)
Basketball players, the police ain't care, they cuffed them too
Had to bust a couple moves
Beat your street, I crush the groove like like Stella when she got it back
Angela Bassett
Hand me the ratchet (pass)
Pretty niggas end up handsome in caskets (I see it)
Grandma collapsin', watchin' for my man while he trappin'
To buy my bitch some lingerie, her bra and panties, we match it (woo)
Twenties or nothin', startin' to feel with Andrew with Jacksons (Andrew)
Give a fiend a PC dance like the Jacksons, I'm tryna get it, nigga (get it, nigga)
For who I am, I won't apologize (apologize)
Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (dollar signs)
They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise)
Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (roselle USA, nigga)
For who I am, I won't apologize (dollar signs)
Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (Columbine)
They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise)
Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (dollar signs, yeah)
I can't quit, that's just not in me (nah)
Standup nigga, won't catch me kneelin' (at all)
Ten toes down, I know the feeling
If you stayed down, I know you feel me
That's just not in me (that's just not, woah, yeah)
That fraud shit just not in me (no fraud, uh, let's go)
They still bitch and they still dissin'
I don't respond, a couple times, I lost my faith (I did)
I made a promise to my guy, I turn that honda to a wraith (I got you)
Took my time and found a way (yeah)
Took some time and got away (away)
This shit'll back you in a corner, just realign and find your space
Prayed to God about my case (yeah)
My lawyer told me, "Don't be nervous" (chill out)
God's just showin' you this purpose (yeah)
Thanksgiving, I gave out turkeys (I did)
Back to school, gave out Vans (I did)
I love my city, it made a man (yeah)
Stayed on course, I got a plan
Still get you touched, don't force my hand (bop)
Prayed for Lewis, we both got jammed
We was stressin' like, "This can't be life" (it can't)
It was only homies there when 'cause got blamed, somethin' can't be right (snakes)
He ain't got no house, but he got a chain, that can't be ice (haha)
She ain't got no home, but she got a birkin, nah, she can't be wife (woo)
For who I am, I won't apologize (apologize)
Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (dollar signs)
They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise)
Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (dollar signs)
For who I am, I won't apologize (dollar signs)
Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (Columbine)
They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise)
Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (dollar signs, yeah)
Writer(s): John Wesley Groover, Michael Ray Cox, David Brewster, Scotty L. Coleman, Jessi Siri, Jerae Tyri Prather
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