ミュージックビデオ

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jidenna
Jidenna
Vocals
C. Gutta
C. Gutta
Programming
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Programming
David Shane Sweeten
David Shane Sweeten
Programming
Roman GianArthur
Roman GianArthur
Guitar
Peej
Peej
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jidenna
Jidenna
Composer
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Composer
David Shane Sweeten
David Shane Sweeten
Lyrics
Darwin Cordale Quinn
Darwin Cordale Quinn
Composer
Michael Cox, Jr.
Michael Cox, Jr.
Lyrics
John Groover
John Groover
Lyrics
Richard Allen Brown
Richard Allen Brown
Lyrics
Walter I. Williams
Walter I. Williams
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jidenna
Jidenna
Vocal Producer
C. Gutta
C. Gutta
Producer
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Additional Producer
DJ Burn One
DJ Burn One
Co-Producer
The Five Points Bakery
The Five Points Bakery
Co-Producer
Dominique Sanders
Dominique Sanders
Additional Producer
Keith Rogers
Keith Rogers
Recording Engineer
Martin Gray
Martin Gray
Recording Engineer
Young Guru
Young Guru
Mixing Engineer
Kerim Wilhelm
Kerim Wilhelm
Assistant Engineer
Eder Fernandez
Eder Fernandez
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Engineer

歌詞

Who you with Who your crew, who your clique Who your fam, who your city Who your gang, who you rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (yo, lo, lo) That my crew, that my clique That my fam, that my city That my gang, that my rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Ayy, yeah) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) Feel like one of the crew, feel like one of the crew Ain't got nothin' to do, ain't got nothin' to do Feel like super glue, feel like one of the crew And I'm runnin' with you, we got money to move Put your pride in a trash bin Too much ego in the captions Don't get swept up, like a Tesla You ain't really need the gassin' Hate to see my niggas clashin' Hate the plot, love the casting Tryna catch a nigga lackin' Bet the tribe will outlast him Every nigga got a accent And a funky way of dancin' And we get it with our passion And he still afraid of black skin Niggas tryna split a fraction It's mo' money for the trappin' Stadiums full of vibranium in the land of the black skin And it's time that we cashin' Fill the hunger like I'm fastin' Less think and more action I'm so motherfuckin' tapping Black star on the cap and Babylonian assassin Fight woke niggas nappin' Tuck 'em in like a napkin That my tribe (Yo, lo, lo) That my crew, that my clique That my fam, that my city That my gang, that my rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Ayy, yeah) That my tribe (Yeah) "Tribal why, tribal why?" That should be my battle cry That should be my alibi, now (Yeah) Tribal why, tribal why? I ain't naw by a bile that my tribe They tryna conquer all the tribe We laugh and multiply the vibe Let 'em try, let 'em try, let 'em try Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) (These feelings make me feel like a dog) (Plus they're stealing my ro-o-o-oll) (Got them in their feelings all so-o-o-o) (Praying for their feelings Father God oh) Whuu, whuuu, whuuu
Writer(s): John Groover, Michael Cox, David Sweeten, Walter Williams, Jidenna Mobisson, Darwin Quinn, Richard Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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