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EST GEE - THE REALEST (FEAT. JEEZY) | (432Hz)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
Kam Johnson
Kam Johnson
Programming
Money Every
Money Every
Programming
Nigel Talley
Nigel Talley
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nigel Talley
Nigel Talley
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Ryan ONeil
Ryan ONeil
Songwriter
Kameron Johnson
Kameron Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Money Every
Money Every
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer
Nigel Talley
Nigel Talley
Producer
Cee “@kingcope” Copeland
Recording Engineer
Kam Johnson
Kam Johnson
Producer

Letra

Hey, hey, don't go against the- Hey, hey, hey, they say life is a blessin' If I die, I'll still go out the realest (the realest) He wanna talk, I just don't get it, that's our only difference (FOREVEROLLING) the shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in .556s (come in) You been a bitch, but since that PPP hit you think you lit I built this shit up brick by brick, my name ain't on no list I'm still on fish, you might get hit on if you like his pic' Whole time she pull you in a twist, you tryna wife his bitch I'm from the bricks, so I'll be cool whatever I get (I'll be cool) Before I did it, niggas barely knew Louisville exist (barely knew Louisville exist) Niggas support me and be sellin' boy off of our flips Riata block, we threw up Blood, but the island was Crips (but the island was Crips) So, we crop niggas out the pic' who couldn't co-exist (brr, brr) I never did it for no fame, but acknowledge I'm lit (acknowledge I'm lit though) Look at my chain, it say, "Get killed for a robbery attempt" He know he gotta say my name for his song to get clicked Look like she hurt you every day, they say life is a bitch (like she hurt you every day) What's her name? Went against the grain while his car had got flipped Get your head split, the concrete see who you had problems with (see who you had problems with) Yeah, yeah, we the mob and we rich (the mob), came too far to just quit (too far) Came off ballin' my wrist (came off ball), quarter a raw to a split (quarter a raw) Turn a split to a brick (turn a split), turn a brick in a ten (I turn 'em bricks) Then we do it again, double back, do it again Ain't no limit, ballin' 'til I fall (fall) Destined to be the greatest, yeah, the writing's on the wall (woo) 29, you come and get it, I bring you 30 Gs (Gs) The real snowfall, just know you gon' need some ski's (damn) The chopper's all wood handled, just minus the leaves (leaves) Can make them niña's do some things you wouldn't believe (woo) The way I had the block flooded, thought I had a boat (boat) I flipped them bricks, I'm talkin' spicy, I'm the curry G.O.A.T. (Haha) Them fiends comin' from the kitchen, lot of dinner hardly (hardly) White bricks on white counters, got me feelin' godly (I slept) Counted up my first million, felt it in my soul (soul) Schemin' on my second million, got that in my bowl (damn) Bald head, no Samson, power's in my fork (fork) Same stove, same kitchen, Granny cook that pork (woo) I'm in my auntie Nissan, yeah, I'm on a mission (mission) That weight so heavy in the back, it might just need suspension (woo) I'm in that kitchen, whippin' smoother than a Cadillac ('Llac) I'm droppin' 62, tryna get a hundred back (damn) For when the babies, nigga, and I ain't talkin' Similac (nah) Scorpion' prints on them bitches, like an artifact I'm tryna hold my vision while I'm rippin' on this vision (vision) Lord knows, I just hope the big homie listenin' Heavenly Father, give me grace while I'm makin' this play (play) Wish I could make a hundred mil' and just call it a day (day) Money in the safe so long, I forgot the code (damn) Apartment in my daddy name, that's to hide the low Don't compare me to trappers, nigga, compare me to greats (greats) Pablo died on a rooftop, that ain't my fate (nah) Chapo got life, he ain't never gettin' out (out) I did it in some Air 1s, fuck we talkin' 'bout? (Fuck we talkin'?) My uncle did 20 years, got nothin' to show (nah) I got four million in cars with nowhere to go (yeah) yeah Look, I'm on another level (what?), talkin' another devil (yeah) Joe Pesci in Casino, yeah, I need another shovel (woo) For the niggas like Gee (Gee), for the niggas like me (me) The realest nigga in the room, I should charge you a fee, Snow
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Ryan O Neill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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