Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kojey Radical
Kojey Radical
Vocals
Kwame Kwei Armah
Kwame Kwei Armah
Additional Vocals
Trevor Mires
Trevor Mires
Trombone
Neil Waters
Neil Waters
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
Composer
Kwame ā€œKZā€ Kwei-Armah Jr.
Composer
Oliver Rodigan
Oliver Rodigan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cameron Palmer
Cameron Palmer
Additional Producer
Kwame Kwei Armah
Kwame Kwei Armah
Executive Producer
Swindle
Swindle
Executive Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Joker
Joker
Mixing Engineer
Cadenza
Cadenza
Producer
Ric & Thadus
Ric & Thadus
Producer

Songteksten

The darker the berry, forbidden the fruit They still want a bit of the juice If they do not hear, then they gotta feel And my people gotta recoup They say, "Where you been?" I been on a mountain Growin' my hair and findin' my powers Know how I'm feelin'? I doubt it I feel like my dreams are crowded And I don't like bad energy 'round me Still, I wish all the best to an enemy To my suh-suh-suh-suh with the jealousy And the mix up look better without me All I need is a piece or a portion Day-to-day, I don't do too much talkin' Hate when they take my words and distort them Muddy waters, I'm steppin' with caution Day-to-day, I just step and finesse Paying dues with my daily due diligence Mama told me keep all my receipts Bring it back and divide up the dividends Bring it back on my back like an Avirex I can't run, end up creasin' my Forces I remember when nobody call me Now they gotta call me important Maybe my hair too nappy, my lips too big My nose too wide, my dick too big My fist too high, the gang came with Nobody goin' home until we all get rich (Woah) Came back with a vengeance Entered through the exit Why they still watchin' my entrance? Should've been watchin' intentions Should've been watchin' me close Respect, why my name get mentioned? No need for the flex and boast Me and them got no resemblance Why you wanna chat about pen When you couldn't even finish that sentence? Why you wanna talk about skengs When you couldn't even carry that weapon? When these bruddas gonna learn their lesson? With the pen, I'm way too seasoned Better mind that you don't get peppered FlambƩed, sautƩed, oh, wait Wanna know why a brudda flex so much? But whips and chains in my history Check my stats of open doors One or two seats ain't enough for me Dealin' shit where the codeword Troy That's one big horse for the cavalry Sticks and stones, flesh and bones Forty was tough, but I might still bleed Maybe my hair too nappy, my lips too big My nose too wide, my dick too big My fist too high, the gang came with Nobody goin' home until we all get rich
Writer(s): Kwame Abayomi Nunya Kwei-armah, Oliver Sebastian Rodigan, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah, Casey Ryan Mcmillan, Quentin R. Shemwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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