Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
John Legend
John Legend
Vocals
Riccarda Watkins
Riccarda Watkins
Vocals
Terence Hardy
Terence Hardy
Background Vocals
Diamond Alabi-Isama
Diamond Alabi-Isama
Background Vocals
James "JT" Knight
James "JT" Knight
Background Vocals
Miri Ben-Ari
Miri Ben-Ari
Violin
The Jimmy Castor Bunch
The Jimmy Castor Bunch
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Miri Ben-Ari
Miri Ben-Ari
Songwriter
Ross Vannelli
Ross Vannelli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Richard Balmer
Richard Balmer
Recording Engineer
Eugene Toale
Eugene Toale
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Miri Ben-Ari
Miri Ben-Ari
Producer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Oh, yeah I got the perfect song for the kids to sing And all my people that's- Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky-high (I just wanna, I just wanna) We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25 Joke's on you, we still alive (I just wanna) Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) If this is your first time hearin' this You are about to experience somethin' so cold, man We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope man Only adult, man, I knew that wasn't broke, man Flicking Starter coats, man, man, you don't know, man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter 'Cause this summer, they ain't finna say, "Next summer, I'm finna" Sittin' in the hood like community colleges This dope money here is Lil' Trey's scholarship 'Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job You gotta do somethin', man, your ass is grown Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky-high Kids, sing, kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25 Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" This second verse is for my dogs working nine to five that still hustle 'Cause a nigga can't shine off 6.55 And everybody sellin' makeup, Jacob's And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up We put shit on layaway, then come back We claim other people kids on our income tax We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid And we don't care what people say Mama say, "She wanna move South" Scratching lottery tickets, eyes on a new house 'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house, couldn't get a job So since he couldn't get work, he figured he'd take work The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight So niggas' money is homo, it's hard to get straight But we gon' keep bakin' 'til the day we get cake And we don't care what people say, my niggas Drug dealin' just to get by (yeah) Stack your money 'til it get sky-high Kids, sing, kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25 Joke's on you, we still alive (alive) Throw your hands up in the sky and say (uh-huh, yeah) "We don't care what people say" (yeah, yeah, ugh) You know the kids gon' act a fool When you stop the programs for after school And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic They favorite 50 Cent song 12 questions We scream, "Rocks, blow, weed, park," see, now we smart We ain't retards the way teachers thought Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash Now, tell my mama I belong in that slow class It's sad enough we on welfare You tryna put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchair I'm tryna get the car with the chromey wheels here You tryna cut our lights out like we don't live here Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us When we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance Sometimes, I feel no one in this world understands us But we don't care what people say, my niggas Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky-high Kids, sing, kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past 25 Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say"
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Miri Ben-ari, Ross Vannelli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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