クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jords
Vocals
Michalis MsM Michael
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Brainchild
Composer
Jordan Edwards-Wilks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Brainchild
Producer
Michalis MsM Michael
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
Childish
Call me the king now
Easy
Uh
What's a potion to a chef?
Sit at the table, I split a fortune with my friends
Same brother used to see me walking through their ends
Fuck their songs, I'd rather listen to the voices in my head (what? What?)
I put my force in every breath
I lost a couple friends to some unfortunate events
Better tip your hat when you're talking to a king (why?)
I only tip my hats when talking to the best (oh man)
I wipe the stains off my trainers
Wave to my neighbors gave the school a couple of blazers
I know too many brothers, who got razed by the stains
You don't really wanna see us chasing our peanuts
This is what the order says blank
When I scoop the place, I gotta run a barman
We got annoyed and this ain't the Jordan Island
Got a juke on my shoulders and now I spoken bye bye (bye bye)
My friend's badder than yours, childish
I bring the parcel to the wall, childish
I left my jacket in a Porch, childish
Gang, but we're making it look success, stylish
My friend's badder than yours, childish
I bring the parcel to the wall, childish
I left my jacket in a Porch, childish
Gang, but we're making it look success, stylish
Planner the bad man showing off mad high
Flex with the top dam, throwing off gangstas
Back to the ends for a mad man, drip
Splashing your head like you're baptized
I make it look easy and all
I'm in Amsterdam, I'm getting lean I'ma chop-up with a smile from my mama
And a biz from, my pops
I'm always missing when I'm on the TV and all
If you ain't real, you can't be my brethren
And if you ain't brave, you can't beef my brethren
Sweated in a world for the lies and the real is a weapon
I'm in my prime life, 357
I'm the one that find the one like 11
I made the killing from my world, that's a real-life sentence
Blessing and a curse, I'm a pagan to a pagan
Yeah, you get what you deserve
I'm the bad and the good, I'm the best and the worst
My friend's badder than yours, childish
I bring the parcel to the wall, childish
I left my jacket in a Porch, childish
Gang, but we're make it look so sick, stylish
My friend's badder than yours, childish
I bring the parcel to the wall, childish
I left my jacket in a Porch, childish
Gang, but we're make it look so sick, stylish
My friend's badder than yours, childish
I bring the parcel to the wall, childish
I left my jacket in a Porch, childish
Gang, but we're make it look so sick, stylish
Writer(s): Michael Engmann, Jordan Edwards-wilks
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