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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Rick Ross
Вокал
Derek Garcia
Ударные инструменты
Kevin Cossom
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brett Bailey
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David Mescon
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Ben Diehl
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Kevin Cossom
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Andrea Fisher
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Krystyana Chelminski
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Nicholas Varvatsoulis
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Marvin Gaye
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James Nix
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William Leonard Roberts II
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
David Mescon
Сопродюсер
Eddie Hernandez
Инженер звукозаписи
Ben Diehl
Инженер звукозаписи
Derek Garcia
Инженер звукозаписи
Fabian Marasciullo
Миксинг-инженер
Stephen McDowell
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ben Billions
Продюсер
Brett "Beats" Bailey
Сопродюсер
Слова
[Verse 1]
Magic City
Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
Don't lose your soul
Chasin' that pot of gold
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna go where I can't go
Tryna be what I can't be
I wanna teach you what I can't show
We gotta reach what we can't reach
Tryna shine when the sun won't
I gotta grind as I gun tote
She's rollin' weed as I'm doin' me
I kept the G's, she can count on me
Wonderful times lay ahead for a young ****
Like the day she told her dad, "I was a drug dealer"
That explains how the cars came
And all the big money at the card games
I roll dice with the lowlives
Timb boots and the coat nice
New Porsche with the smoke lights
Young ****, get your dough right
[Verse 3]
Children having children
But they don't have a thing
All this drug dealin'
It's killin' our brother, mane
The government feed 'em freedom
But they don't understand
But if we don't do it now
We really don't have a chance
[Verse 4]
My sister, my brother
Get your money right
Care for generations
Build your mastermind
It's time to make a living
My brother, get your money right
[Verse 5]
Magic City
Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
It like cal like Seville
Memphis, Tennessee
It's that player shit
(Chasin' that pot of gold)
So, they tell me
I wanna go where I can go
In Dubai, smokin' dank smoke
No chargers for the cell phones
But I charge 'em just to sell for
Peach Ciroc and the L's long
Get to meet Barack, rub elbows
We the ones that never got the Pell grants
Fuck FullSail, let your mail stack
I just wanna sign another lease
Mentality of young ****'s in the streets
But I think it's time to buy that home
And if you got it, give your man a loan
And if you bought it we can leave it alone
My ****'s write it on they teeth of gold
All gold grills but to each his own
Got in power just to put my people on
[Verse 6]
Children having children
But they don't have a thing
All this drug dealin'
It's killin' our brother, mane
The government feed 'em freedom
But they don't understand
But if we don't do it now
We really don't have a chance
[Verse 7]
My sister, my brother
Get your money right
Care for generations
Build your mastermind
It's time to make a living
My brother, get your money right
Written by: Andrea Fisher, Ben Diehl, Brett Bailey, David Mescon, James Nix, Kevin Cossom, Krystyana Chelminski, Marvin Gaye, Miles Wheeler, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, William Roberts


