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Cordae
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Bongo ByTheWay
Программирование
Ant Clemons
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Roddy Ricch
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
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Cordae Dunston
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Daniel Hackett
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Raymond Komba
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Tarron Crayton
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Uforo Ebong
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Roderick Moore
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Cordae
Продюсер
Tarron Crayton
Дополнительный продюсер
Daytrip
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Russ Chell
Дополнительный продюсер
Kid Culture
Сопродюсер
Ray Keys
Сопродюсер
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Инженер
Chris Dennis
Инженер звукозаписи
MIKE DEAN
Миксинг-инженер
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
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Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
See, I was 12 years with the Tommy fit
15, crankin' "Bobby Bitch"
I was 17 years on this Earth
When I popped a Perc', made my body itch
Need a pound of blow when I'm drownin' slow
I was down below, word to Roddy Ricch
We was slap-boxin', no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference with a lotta shit
And my grandma got a lotta kids
Bought whips foreign, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, nigga, this the shit that I asked for
'Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my momma cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandma a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
No credit, check, straight cash, card
Nigga, no stress, I progress
That's Mos Def like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don't do no facade
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I'm gifted (ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (ah, ah, ah)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voilà"
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Ray Keys, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Anthony Clemons Jr., Tarron D Crayton, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Cordae Amari Dunston
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