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Artificial
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Artificial został wydany 7 lutego 2019 przez SQ 1100 jako część albumu Heat Check
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Data wydania7 lutego 2019
WytwórniaSQ 1100
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM67

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quintarus Robinson
Quintarus Robinson
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

I never gave a f*ck about opinions
But now I’m starting not to give a f*ck about y’all advice
All that shit just sound good so you can be around
Shit just be talk
I see through all y’all shit now
It’s fake
It’s artificial
I’m never going to follow rules, was born to lose
But I came to win yeah
My **** don’t make her choose, just play it cool
I came and went yeah
I ain’t got nothing to prove, I paid my dues
The streets made a man
Boy you sound like a fool
Think you gone take something now and couldn’t take it then
F****ck all of them ****
And I mean all of them with you
Don’t make me call them hitters
No question, we solving issues
We gone shoot straight off the dribble
No referee I’m all official
No cap I done seen all the symbols
And these **** here so artificial
Remember how I was when I made a band
Then I made that again
Started changing hoes and changing gears
Feel like a young **** became the man
But realize money don’t make a man
It’s when you fall off and bring it in
Ain’t no call off and shaking hands
Erase the call log and take your head
How you hating and call the cops out
This **** faking that was they cop out
Tell my **** Zay he gotta watch out
Couple weeks later he on lock down
Gutta said be patient you’re about to pop now
Man of my city, they treat me like Pac now
Still got haters that want to take me out
So I ain’t showin out when I got to keep the glock out
Riding top down
Bad b*tch with me getting topped down
D Boy said we on top now
Bad boy and can’t stop now
F*ck next we got now
They all trying to copy my sound
**** mad they ain’t with us
Trying to jump in the picture and got cropped out
You can’t go switch sides and go switching back
How you gone d*ck ride and go stab me in the back
I saw the real signs and still give you slack
If I ask for a dime they will probably go and rat
F****ck all of them ****
And I mean all of them with you
Don’t make me call them hitters
No question, we solving issues
We gone shoot straight off the dribble
No referee I’m all official
No cap I done seen all the symbols
And these **** here so artificial
F*ck who’s all against me
Real talk I don’t owe you shit, you ain’t go all in wid me
I swear you ain’t believe in the play, you was stalling ****
That’s why when we eat you ain’t ate, we left you starving ****
Even though I’m pulling up foreign
They knowing who run it
I’m making plays over yonder
I got the wave cowabunga
These **** know how I’m cominh
Stop trying to get hype over comments
We leave you hot like a sauna
Can’t play with you b*tches Juwanna
Regular day Dolce and Gabbana
Made a play I’m blowing through hundreds
No shade stop posting your woman
Just behave and hope I don’t want her
You know she’ll go for me homie
I got real gold on me homie
She told you to go to sleep homie
And I sold her a dream homie
Play me like nobody
We gone play catch with your body
We don’t take shit unless it’s your pockets
Make your main b*tch up and go count it
Act like you don’t know about me
Want smoke get a whole coffin
Leave you dead broke and it won’t cost me
I’m never going to follow rules, was born to lose
But I came to win yeah
My **** don’t make her choose, just play it cool
I came and went yeah
I ain’t got nothing to prove, I paid my dues
The streets made a man
Boy you sound like a fool
Think you gone take something now and couldn’t take it then
F****ck all of them ****
And I mean all of them with you
Don’t make me call them hitters
No question, we solving issues
We gone shoot straight off the dribble
No referee I’m all official
No cap I done seen all the symbols
And these **** here so artificial
Written by: Quintarus Robinson
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