Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Dave East
Vocais
Styles P
Vocais
Dyce Payne
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Dyce Payne
Composição
David Brewster
Composição
David Styles
Composição
James D. Fowler
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Engenharia (gravação)
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Engenharia (gravação)
Letra
[Verse 1]
Beloved styles, beloved East
Beloved New York streets where we run around
I'm in love with dirty cash and I'm used to livin' fast
But I could kick it to the moon when the sun around
I'm from the Empire State and I'm high at the State Building
Beloved, I have no plans of comin' down
[Verse 2]
Beloved, I've got you covered
No fingerprints, rubber gloved
And nothin' to discussions, my **** gon' hunt you down
Beloved, the meaning of friend, let's eat to the end
Split the plate, and tell the plug can't wait to see you again
Money the root of evil, I want all my demons to spend
Don't panic, you in that water, I just need you to swim
[Verse 3]
Beloved, I've been rugged since the four finger nugget
Had a cocaine budget then a rap one
The bodega they call me Dave
Gun by the high sea
You cross one of us, I'm gon' clap somethin'
Now my baby brother's a C and
My other homie's a B but
Me I'm just a G that came to rap somethin'
[Verse 4]
These pills got these youngins buggin'
You'll die for a hundred somethin
So act you like your life and just relax, cousin
Beloved, I've been thuggin' since Carmelo played for the Nuggets
Made a deal with the plug before he label came with a budget
Now the biggest haters I got, they used to say we was cousins
Came from the dungeon, you say you got cocaine
We could cut it
[Verse 5]
B-E-L-O-V-E-D, cut poison like BBD
Four Dimes like DVDs, from Yonkers to CPT
Got my GED in the county running from TNT
The pussy's free but the crack whores, word to the BDP
They was aight, but now they washed
Legs weaker than CP3
Clutchin' the grip, I ghost ride the whip, I'm Keak da Sneak
Yeah THC, CBD oil, I get the geek
Now I'ma walk you but I get to the bucks like the Greek freaks
[Verse 6]
Beep-beep, foreign creep
Knockin' gangsta and gentlemen for a week
Think about what you sayin' before you speak
Knee deep, can't sleep, paranoia on the streets
I'm just gettin' high, playin' paranoia on the beach, yeah
Written by: David Brewster, David Styles, Dyce Payne, James D. Fowler, Latisha Tawana Hyman