ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Payroll Giovanni & Cardo
Performer
Tamara Jewel
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamara Jewel
Composer
Dior Giovanni Petty
Composer
Ronald LaTour
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Payroll Giovanni & Cardo
Producer
Antonio "Atone" Turner
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Good afternoon, it's your boy E Fenkell
We're out here to introduce you to someone who needs no introduction
From where the lions and tigers roam daily
A beast at what he do
From where the whole city versus everybody
A made man
[Verse 2]
One time for the hustlers and bosses
The ones that move swift and always stay cautious
Taking chances, I used to get nauseous
Just so I can leave the jewelry store with somethin' flawless
Just bounced from a major loss
Now I'm back pickin' up and droppin' paper off
The hustlers in my city showed me the way to floss
I'm tryna be low key, you know how neighbor's talk
[Verse 3]
They like that boy right there sellin' dope
'Cause the car's pulling up and then they go
Plus he got that nice car with the rims
And he got that fur coat with the Cardi's and the Timb's
I'm tryna get paid but I'm ready for a raise
Goddamn, the shit ****'s do for a chain
Drove moms insane all them days selling 'caine
Then my lifestyle changed
I had to rap my way up out the game
[Verse 4]
Rapped my way up out the game
Rapped my way up out the game
Rapped my way up out the game
Rapped my way up out the game
Rapped my way up out the game
Back in the day I had them things
But I rapped my way up out the game
[Verse 5]
I got foreign car dreams and triple beam schemes
I gotta stay woke so I don't do lean
I don't pop pills, I pop champagne
I didn't sell dreams, I sold cocaine
And a lil' water and some weed on the side
While **** out partyin', we on the grind
Back in the day I was known for keeping the dimes
Till I climbed to movin' weight where I thought it'd be fine
[Verse 6]
But more money, more problems, more weight, more hate
Three sixty-five grindin', no dates, no breaks
I'm gon' beat these rapping **** by a clean slate
'Cause this was my real life, ain't nothing for fake
Back when I had the white and they heard I got indicted
Asking where the grin like the thought they kinda liked it
The bigger the weight, the bigger the charge
Get hit with the RICO and see who really your dawg, I'm glad I
[Verse 7]
I guarantee everything you heard about him has been watered down
Went from gettin' money in the streets dodgin' the pen
To using the pen to get money
OG Fenk believe, Strathmoore drug family
By love, bitch
[Verse 8]
Rapped my way up out the game
I rapped my way up out the game
Rapped my way up out the game
Rapped my way up out the game
Oh, I rapped my way up out the game
Back in the day I had them things
But I rapped my way up out the game
[Verse 9]
Ooh, ooh
Written by: Dior Giovanni Petty, Ronald LaTour, Tamara Jewel


