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Same Year
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Same Year» вышел в 16 марта 2018 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Rich Homie Quan»)Rich As In Spirit
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АльбомRich As In Spirit
Дата релиза16 марта 2018 г.
ЛейблRich Homie Quan
ЯзыкEnglish
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Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Рэп
30Roc
30Roc
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Автор песен
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Автор песен
Antown Thomas Hichs
Antown Thomas Hichs
Автор песен
Lamont Porter
Lamont Porter
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
30Roc
30Roc
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Taylen Jackson
Taylen Jackson
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Twon Beatz
Twon Beatz
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Clarence Mcphatter Jr.
Clarence Mcphatter Jr.
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Firas Quick
Firas Quick
Миксинг-инженер
Rich Stratton
Rich Stratton
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, we gon' call this stadium music, nah mean?
I think that's how, nah mean? Appropriate
[Verse 2]
It don't make you real, no, no
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 3]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
Ain't no in between when we fuckin', baby
I hit dance moves in that pussy like I'm Usher, baby
**** grab on my chain, swing Rich Homie Quan
Talk is cheap, so we have million-dollar conversations
[Verse 4]
Police tried to jail me, 'cause I swerved
I done relapsed on the drank
Got a **** slammed by the work
They can't understand a thing I say
Got some **** waitin' on the word
Waitin' for me to put them things in motion
Concentration stuck on the money
Tunnel vision, gotta stay focused
[Verse 5]
When I was locked in jail, I had a motive
Get the money, never go broke
Gotta start living by that code
Since then, I done made the most
Since then, I didn't have to prove
Heads are rollin', said I couldn't do it
Gave it all gas and I damn near bust the motor
[Verse 6]
It don't make you real, no, no
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 7]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
[Verse 8]
Business man, business man, paper
I was never late goin' to work
Simon said, "Get that boy to work"
Neighborhood, I would play the curb
Broke in here, only fifteen
Gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall, Friday live, ball
Bitch, it ain't nothin' for me to splurge
[Verse 9]
I bought this shit when I was on serve
Stayed down, I had to wait my turn
I lost a couple shipments through the mail
After that, a lesson what I learned
Nothin' given everything
I'ma partner switch, only eight turns
Big money talkin', I'm cool
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, yeah
[Verse 10]
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 11]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
Written by: Antown Thomas Hichs, Dequantes Lamar, Lamont Porter, Samuel Gloade
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