Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Nas
Nas
Interpretação
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Violão
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Teclados
James Poyser
James Poyser
Teclados
Kaye Fox
Kaye Fox
Vocais adicionais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composição
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Composição
Lester Abrams
Lester Abrams
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
No ID
No ID
Produção
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Engenharia (gravação)
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Engenharia (mixagem)
Anna Ugarte
Anna Ugarte
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Tyler Yamashita
Tyler Yamashita
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
Shout to them ****, family men, bringin' home dinners
Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home
Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone
She not the type deserving of a throne
Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse
Make me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
I shop in Barcelona, I spend some nights in Rome
Feel like a knight from England
That's what I named my some, Knight
He was born to be one, that's how my game was won
White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel's tongue
I'm livin' dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
Honey be pocket watchin', she got a lot of options
Hard to make up her mind decidin' which baller to rock with
Hot to death, slim pickings, but I'm not impressed
She got the hottest sex, so I guess I'ma just
[Verse 2]
Stay
[Verse 3]
Even though I don't like you
Next Friday night can't wait to fight you
Locked up I would knife you, don't fuck with you
Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
I felt bad, wait, do I got love for you?
I might kill you, but do I got love for you?
I want you dead under 6 feet of soil
At the same time, want you here to witness me while you in misery
We hate each other, but it's love, what a thug mystery
Years ago they ate the heart of a slain enemy
We enemies, but your hatred could never enter me
Some seek fame cause they need validation
Some say hatin' is confused admiration
Spotlight on me, I still look twenty
Still get money, lady killer pushin' a Bentley
Maybe **** could see too much of they failures
For a **** who realer
I don't like you near bruh, but I need you to
[Verse 4]
Stay
Written by: Dion Wilson, Ernest Wilson, Lester Abrams, Nasir Jones
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