Ouça Let's Begin (feat. Roc Marciano, RZA, B.Keyz & Travis Mendes) de Jon Bellion.

Let's Begin (feat. Roc Marciano, RZA, B.Keyz & Travis Mendes)

Jon Bellion

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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Vocais
RZA
RZA
Vocais
B.Keyz
B.Keyz
Vocais
Travis Mendes
Travis Mendes
Vocais
Mylon Hayde
Mylon Hayde
Programação
Aaron Dales
Aaron Dales
Baixo
Alexander Abayev
Alexander Abayev
Violino
Boris Deviatov
Boris Deviatov
Viola
Stan Orlovsky
Stan Orlovsky
Violoncelo
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Programação
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Vocais
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Composição
Travis Mendes
Travis Mendes
Composição
Mylon Hayde
Mylon Hayde
Composição
Aaron Dales
Aaron Dales
Composição
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Composição
Hakim Hardy
Hakim Hardy
Composição
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Mylon Hayde
Mylon Hayde
Produção
Aaron Dales
Aaron Dales
Produção
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Engenharia (mixagem)
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Engenharia (mixagem)
Ben Dotson
Ben Dotson
Engenharia (edição)
John Arbuckle
John Arbuckle
Engenharia (gravação)
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Engenharia (masterização)
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Engenharia (gravação)
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Produção
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Produção

Letra

You already know how we came up I'm saying it was a real pain in the butt If there's paper to touch You may just cut just scraping it up Get your trachea cut and then escape in a truck Smudge a lady makeup, bang the 380 Wake the baby up I just came for the weight like a gymnasium I'm finna spray everything in my radius Lately, my skin been looking radiant The Mercedes is '80s sent I have three 6's in my fade like Damian I'd die before I let the jakes take me in Babe, we everything we say we is (Facts) My stable of women couldn't fit in the stadium They sayin' me and Jon Bellion we some aliens And durags had us looking like Saudi Arabians Your way miscellaneous, we some ladies men It's Roc, Marcberg be the alias Now let's begin Was never focused on gettin' bigger, just gettin' better That's why I keep gettin' bigger after every record Said I got lucky, the last record that y'all was blessed with Watch me give you sequels, I'm Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon I let the talent speak volumes, that's why there's different levels I stopped the flexin' on socials, corny shit to impress you You get too famous, then everything in your life is stressful There's a big difference 'tween being known and being successful Great grandfather, an immigrant from the Naples district Dirty Guinea crew in the cut, call that the true incision My wife thicker than liquor soaked in Italian biscuits Cookin' minestron' every Sunday, call that a superstition I left LA just to cook in Brooklyn, the winter's reaper I sleep in Timbs and a Yankee fitted, that's just for leisure I'm really better than everybody pretends to be So ask the label now, why the fuck would I want an urban feature? "I love the song and we really wanna know how you made it" Or I could keep all you wondering how we been creatin' It's annoying when cameras catchin' your every statement And I've had enough of these corny artists that replicate it Champagne supernovas destroy the morning glory I'd rather build an oasis sober and thrive at 40 Don't get me wrong, I've been celebrating the life before me But I see the wisdom in moderation for certain stories When you're afraid to hurt feelings, you water down the worth I'm done pretending your record's great and I'm down to work Plus, I'll be actress and mixed with sociopaths And when I'm worried about being famous for being down to earth I spoke with Yahweh, he told me Jesus crafted us in Which means my brother's my brother, it don't matter the skin America needs to watch how they treat His chosen people But that's for deeper than surface records, now let's begin Now let's begin Yeah Now let's begin Foot on the gas, foot on your neck One mansion, others gasping for a breath I'm unclassed, capital punishment blast back What you tumblin', trash rappers who mumblin' for respect I'm uncheckable, wide open, the foul technical Go full press, I still glide like Clyde Drexler do I'm done testin' two times over, I'll get the best of you Better pay attention, two eyes open wide when I execute And I been waiting so long that you asked for this You try to give me your table scraps, I'ma give you my ass to kiss I won't even wait for the death, you'll get faded right after this A masochist who ready to face the masses like Catholics And you can tell the whole school I'm prepped for the glory In the presence of your professor, attendance is mandatory With a weapon, freshman semester You test the mess and get gory I'm just here to kill the game, let the messenger tell the story Now let's begin Now let's begin Arms in the sky, I'm feeling angel high (High, high) Funk got me sanctified (Funk got me sanctified) Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight Funk got me sanctified (Uh-huh, oh) Funk got me sanctified (Sanctified, uh-oh) Funk got me sanctified (Oh, oh) Arms in the sky, I'm feeling angel high (Arms in the sky, I'm feeling) Funk got me sanctified (Funk got me sanctified) Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight Funk got me sanctified (Oh)
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Travis Franklyn Mendes, Jonathan David Bellion, Robert Diggs, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Rakheim Meyer, Hakim Hardy, Mylon Hyde, Aaron Dales Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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