M.F.T.R. (feat. The-Dream) — Pusha T: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

M.F.T.R. (feat. The-Dream)

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M.F.T.R. (feat. The-Dream) foi lançado em 18 de dezembro de 2015 por Getting Out Our Dreams Inc. (G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ como parte do álbum King Push – Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude

Informações da música

ÁlbumKing Push – Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude

Data de lançamento18 de dezembro de 2015

SeloGetting Out Our Dreams Inc. (G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM87

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Pusha T

Vocais

The-Dream

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Terrence Thornton

Terrence Thornton

Composição

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Composição

Adam Feeney

Composição

Terius The-Dream Nash

Terius The-Dream Nash

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Frank Dukes

Produção

Hudson Mohawke

Produção (adicional)

Bart Schoudel

Engenharia (gravação)

Paul Bailey

Engenharia (gravação)

Robert Ulsh

Engenharia (gravação)

Fabian Marasciullo

Fabian Marasciullo

Engenharia (mixagem)

McCoy

Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)

Dave Kutch

Engenharia (masterização)

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Produção

The-Dream

Produção (adicional)

Letra

[Chorus]

Creep up on these ****, creep up on these ****

Speak up on these ****, speak up on a ****

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang

Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang

**** ain't been to church in a minute

But it's funny how that TEC make a **** get religious

Amen

[Verse 1]

You rather be more famous than rich

Play your role, it's easy actin' like Mitch

"Paid In Full" was more than readin' a script

Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter

Fillin' all standin' orders

Would you question could I swim if you saw me walkin' on water?

Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance

Yuugh, I'm drug money like Dapper Dan

No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters

We all know I did it; Rodriguez

The illusion of money we don't believe in

You ask me, Tyga lookin' like a genius

I'm Kim Jong of the crack song

Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem

Woo, the revolution will be televised

'Cause we done seen it all and they tellin' lies, ah

[Chorus]

Creep up on these ****, creep up on these ****

Speak up on these ****, speak up on a ****

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang

Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang

**** ain't been to church in a minute

But it's funny how that TEC make a **** get religious

Amen

[Verse 2]

You rather be more famous than rich (Amen)

Play your role, it's easy being my bitch

It's only right for a queen to floss your shit

Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist

The minimums, **** ain't synonyms

Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers

Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits

Street millionaires rub shoulders

And laugh at bitches fuckin' promoters

Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus

What'd you fuck him for if you didn't know what the goal was?

Shine, remote control blinds

That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad, ahh

My living room rap scream crack money

I don't trust rap **** or rap money

See this air hole tech and get rat from me

[Chorus]

Creep up on these ****, creep up on these ****

Speak up on these ****, speak up on a ****

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang

Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang

**** ain't been to church in a minute

But it's funny how that TEC make a **** get religious

Amen

[Verse 3]

**** talkin' it, but ain't living it (Amen)

Two years later admitting it, all them **** is renting shit

They ask why I'm still talking dope, why not?

The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà

They say it's hate, but it's these well-dressed snakes

That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it

Yuugh, you ain't know, you got coached through it

Woo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it

Haa, the whole time I sold coke through it

****, and records I was Bo through it

King Push is synonymous with kingpin

Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him

Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard

Ugh, this is O-Dog in the courtyard, yeah

You wonder why I'm still here

I'm America's worst nightmare, night-night, ****

[Chorus]

Creep up on these ****, creep up on these ****

Speak up on these ****, speak up on a ****

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything

Go and make it bang, go and make it bang

Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang

**** ain't been to church in a minute

But it's funny how that TEC make a **** get religious

Amen

[Outro]

Amen

Hey

Waving at these ****

Voila

Written by: Adam Feeney, Author Unknown Composer, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Terius Nash, Terrence Thornton

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