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
Dark Lo
Dark Lo
Performer
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Performer
Charles Salley
Charles Salley
Rap
Matt Carrillo
Matt Carrillo
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Salley
Charles Salley
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Matt Carrillo
Matt Carrillo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Herb Sims
Herb Sims
Recording Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
I pray daily every cost
I took a lesson every loss
Suck my ****, ****, heavy pause
This is Harry Fraud
You's a heavy fraud
[Verse 2]
You know that fast money, you know my past is bummy
I was the old heads shooters, I was they crash dummy
Nowadays you take a class for me (nowadays)
My name in mud, that was blasphemy
This youngin wanna blast for me (Chill, youngin)
He ain't like the shit
Before we talked, he had lighted shit (He was smokin')
He was mad, but wasn't hypin' shit (He was chillin')
I played the hood, I got the vicest grips (Facts)
No work, I got the prices lift (Lil' jerk)
Who as nice as this?
This is tailor made, I came back, then I elevate
I'm back, droppin', you should celebrate
I'm buyin' stocks, you could sell your eighth
He buyin' Glocks, he wanna shell your face
Bad case they want to give me eight
You know I stand on ten
You know it's free the men
You is not my kin
I cannot pretend (I can't)
I'm from the lands, couple blocks, we in Kensington
Body dropped on the street, she was innocent
[Verse 3]
I pray daily every cost
I took a lesson every loss
Suck my ****, ****, heavy pause
This is Harry Fraud
You's a heavy fraud
[Verse 4]
Is my sins forgiven?
I flex on **** like I'm Russel Simmons (I do yoga)
Edit, ****, and I got on Timberlands
Jump shot, then I got my witness
In the booth, Popeye on spinach
Check my percentage
It's Ron Harvey III
Stack money, move out in the 'burbs
I give you game, I gave the streets my word
I'm in the rain I did a heavy skrrt
Dark Lo comin', and I bet he heard
Fuck around and wet his shirt (Chill, Lo)
Countdown, he in your hood, he just came around
Hoodie down, no good, he ain't fuckin' around
30 clip pokin', and he ain't stuffin' it down
I got your baby mom with me, and I ain't cuffin' her down
This got you floatin', he got thirty, he's still copin'
They still sleep, I can't believe people still votin'
He ran off with it, still smokin'
Took a year off and I'm still potent
Crack the seal off, let it spill open
[Verse 5]
I pray daily every cost
I took a lesson every loss
Suck my ****, n****gga, heavy pause
This is Harry Fraud
You's a heavy fraud
Written by: Charles Salley, Matt Carrillo, Rory William Quigley
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...