Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kimetrius Foose
Kimetrius Foose
Vocals
Josh O'Brien
Josh O'Brien
Programming
Dyce
Dyce
Programming
LMC
LMC
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh O'Brien
Josh O'Brien
Songwriter
Kimetrius Foose
Kimetrius Foose
Songwriter
Liam McAlister
Liam McAlister
Songwriter
Ryan LeRoy-Dyson
Ryan LeRoy-Dyson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh O'Brien
Josh O'Brien
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Mixing Engineer
Dyce
Dyce
Producer
LMC
LMC
Producer
Roy Lenzo
Roy Lenzo
Vocal Producer

Letra

How you feel now? It's startin' to feel so familiar How you feel now? (LMC) Ayy, ayy, ayy I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey) Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa) I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey) Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now (whoa, whoa) I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey) Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa) I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey) Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now Ayy, ayy, ayy Is it the love or lust? I don't got nobody in my corner, who do I trust? If you ain't family, you can't be around, get on the bus It's like I'm from another world, 'cause all I see is us I told her I am not a cop, it's hard for me to cuff I put her on the block list and told her, "Get the fuck" I poured the double cup of Wok' and yeah, it got me stuck I'm rolling up another blunt, I'm 'bout to take a puff Yeah, keep it real with me Tell me how it feel when you got that record deal Most of these niggas changed, slipped on banana peels I seen it in your eyes, didn't wanna think it's real We pop another bottle, we pop another seal Been through a lot of pain, but that's what got me here Raised my son to be a man, and never show no fear My diamonds shining bright, just like a chandelier No one, no one It's hard to make a way when you come where I'm from At the bottom of the bottom where you barely see the sun And I've been going through depression lately, I just wanna run You'd probably leave when you see what I've done You would probably leave when you see what I've done I'm a different nigga, baby girl, I'm not the one Different type of diamonds all be on me in the sun Brand new Amiris, I'ma stuff 'em with the dollars My broski a shotta He gon' go berserk, he see a opp and go, "Grrah-ta" Smoking all damn day, I fill my lungs up with the zaza Don't hit up my phone, leave me alone with all that rara I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey) Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa) I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey) Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now (whoa, whoa) I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey) Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa) I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey) Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now Hey Oh yeah, ha-ha, ha-ha Oh yeah, okay Oh yeah, oh yeah Tryna take me down, but I was back on my pivot I know you see the way I'm living, and you just don't get it But I'ma keep grinding, I'ma shoot for the stars You see my tattoos, more like battle scars I know, yeah Give me pain But let me speak my pain Just let me speak my pain
Writer(s): Kimetrius Foose, Liam Mcalister, Ryan James Le Roy-dyson, Joshua Danile Thomas Obrien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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