クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
yudu
yudu
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reuben Vincent
Reuben Vincent
Lyrics
Yudu Gray Jr.
Yudu Gray Jr.
Composer
Davina Thomas
Davina Thomas
Composer
James Quinn
James Quinn
Composer
Larussell Thomas
Larussell Thomas
Lyrics
Kennedy Stephens
Kennedy Stephens
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
yudu
yudu
Producer
Stephen "Swanky" Gordon
Stephen "Swanky" Gordon
Engineer
Jake Vicious
Jake Vicious
Engineer
Vee
Vee
Producer
Swanky
Swanky
Engineer

歌詞

I hit the Spliff my mind race
Like a hundred meters
Won't know the truth about Christ
If you asking Peter
I know the truth hurts
I ain't asking either
They ain't kin to me
They reference Tietta as Teeta
A true leader
Would never let the tribe die
A broken man
Just as deadly as a drive by
Sometimes I cry as I ride by
The homeless
The train tracks is no place for a man
Don't understand where
All that tax money goes
I've done a thousand shows
And it's still pot holes in this road
I feel em while i'm carrying this load
I broke the mold
These stories was untold
Ain't no n**** kick it
How I kick it
Can I kick it?
We had TV's in the front yard
Not a picket, Fence
Somehow these dollars still don't make sense
I done looked at my account
Like this s*** don't make sense
Both ways I've been broken up
I've been well put together
And broken up
I could fill ten cups with this flow I spit
Connoisseur of manure
Man I know my shit
When you see my smile
Let it remind you of my strength
Valleys and peaks I tread
Used to pray for more
When we had less
With everything I see
Will not be lost on me
I read this African proverbs
One time that was like
Gold should be sold to the ones
Who know the value of it
Huh yeah
I gotta lock in
If rap don't work
Then it's right back to the clock in
Can't fathom nine to five
When I deserve to be in top tens
My family question me like
"Ain't you signed to the ROC?"
By now you supposed to have some diamonds?
But all I got is black gold
And since the watch these chains
I'm finna ask those
Can't be another sad show
The times where I was pissed we had s***
Cause we was past poor
So once I get the ball
I'm gon' enjoy the shattered backboards
Back home, I know it takes a village to raise
Look how the system betrayed
Youngins is killers with K's
But I don't put scopes on what they deal with
Use the spliffs as they sage
Embrace a few, et the queue
I know there's bishops to save
My father preached to me like Reuben
Be the difference and change
But if you ever had to shoot
Just be relentless with aim
Raised by a single mother
Who knew the statistics they claim
That I'd be in prison
But these bars gon' put that vision to shame
Black gold
I never take my foot up off the gas
Even if it means that I cannot see the path ahead
They'd rather us dead instead
But the cloth that I'm cut from is spread
Frugally
A feast for the eyes
Are bellies to beast
A dream in a pipe
Runs through me
With black gold
Bursting at the seams
When you see my smile
Let it remind you of my strength
Valleys and peaks I tread
Used to pray for more
When we had less
With everything I see
Will not be lost on me
Will not be lost on me
Will not be lost on me
Will not be lost
Written by: Davina Thomas, James Quinn, Kennedy Stephens, Larussell Thomas, Reuben Vincent, Yudu Gray Jr.
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