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Sample 420
1.067
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sample 420 foi lançado em 22 de agosto de 2025 por Mass Appeal como parte do álbum Supreme Clientele 2
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Data de lançamento22 de agosto de 2025
SeloMass Appeal
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM80

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocais
Duf
Duf
Programação
Billy Danze
Billy Danze
Vocais
Lil Fame
Lil Fame
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composição
Laurence Mizell
Laurence Mizell
Composição
Eric Murray
Eric Murray
Composição
Jamal Grinnage
Jamal Grinnage
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Duf
Duf
Produção
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Engenharia (mixagem)
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Engenharia (masterização)
Ray Scavo III
Ray Scavo III
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

[Intro]
Put away my bad times
Manhandlin' shit, yo, uh (My life just seems so fine)
[Verse 1]
What? We bang hammers like a judge do
Intimidate fake robbers and the plug too (Where you goin'?)
The spotlight is multiplied by ice
Fifteen beans is the drive-by price (Brr)
Wraith sittin', we raise the vocals on that Gladys Knight (Turn it up)
Been on that midnight plane to Georgia and we carry light
Cash, eight hundred thousand in the Goyard
Grams off the shores of Miami, I know the Coast Guards (Woo)
My street resume carry no scars
Every line with a hook, that's a crowbar
Mechanic, don't you know no good? Elroy Preston
Split seas, these is my commandments like Charlton Heston
Double-breasted in subtle weather, juggle investments
Tell your attorney to fall back, think I need an extension (Tell 'em)
Big house with big pensions, shout out to my Colombian chemists
Them liquid glasses, this is seventh invention, let's go (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na (Brrah)
[Verse 2]
Yo, old school, el producto
Runnin' with hustlers, gun boys, and cutthroats
Inhalin' gun smoke, I don't give a fuck, though
Can't keep a good **** down, we up, though (We up, though)
Respect to y'all
And never let enemies that's disguised as friends sit next to y'all (Come on)
You ain't a GOAT 'til you lose it all
Watch it fall apart, then revamp
Do it all from the start, speak your heart
[Verse 3]
Uh-huh, I did it for the minutes (Yeah)
As forever rose petals at the entrance
Out in Brownsville, I'm comfortable in the trenches
My GPS don't reach the beaches out in Venice (Yeah)
Wherever I'm at, it's hard, **** in attendance
Like a meeting on the main yard in Clinton
Don't get it twisted
That old guerrilla shit still in existence
Don't get rammed down, blammed down, and found missin', ha
[Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Written by: Dennis Coles, E. Murray, J. Grinnage, Laurence Mizell
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