Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Baby Rose
Вокал
Juwan Elcock
Бас
Eimaral Sol
Вокал
Harry Edhoukwa
Вокал
Blake Mitchell
Вокал
Chase Mitchell
Вокал
Alejandro Rios
Гитара
Grace Youn
Струнные инструменты
Adam Jackson
Барабаны
Sterling Steffen
Флейта
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Juwan Elcock
Автор песен
Eimaral Sol
Автор песен
Harry Edhoukwa
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Juwan Elcock
Продюсер
Latrell James
Продюсер
Ingmar Carlson
Миксинг-инженер
Victor Gaspar
Инженер звукозаписи
Jon Castelli
Миксинг-инженер
Daddy Kev
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
[Verse 1]
My **** pulled up in the Rove
Had the candy paint, the strap was laying on the floor
He leaned up out the window, threw his gang up, said, "Let's roll"
Took us to the kitchen, put the mustard on the stove, uh-huh
I'm like, "My ****, what's it finna be?"
Two **** in front, three **** in backseat, uh, mm-mm, seat, uh
My **** Biscuit passed the heat, uh
Tony grabbed the strap and that **** passed it to me, uh
My heart's racing, I pass it to my **** Reef, uh (Reef)
He takes deep breaths, then leans up out his seat
[Verse 2]
What's the complex of killing a man?
Can't help but think that this scenario's apart of a plan
That's word to Willie Lynch and Uncle Sam
[Verse 3]
Ghetto child, ghetto child (Ghetto child, child)
Running wild, running wild (Running wild, wild)
This Glock gon' change your ways
So count your days, ah (Okay)
[Verse 4]
That night I sat next to my conscious
She said, "Look at y'all ****, y'all is some monsters"
Black boy lays on ground, he's unresponsive (Look at y'all ****, y'all monsters)
I seen the son of Jehovah
The Holy Spirit, blood Jesus, it's drowning me over
And this intensity, I much rather drown in some water
He told me that he had a plan for him when he was older
Could have been the doctor needed while saving your daughter
Matter of fact a Black president bringing us closer
[Verse 5]
What's the complex of killing a man?
Can't help but think that satan's watching and clapping his hands
'Nother gang banger hopped on the caravan
[Verse 6]
Ghetto child, ghetto child (Ghetto child, child)
Running wild, running wild (Running wild, wild)
This Glock gon' change your ways
So count your days, ah
[Verse 7]
Am I living in vain?
Heart beating out my chest and I'm sweating insane
Doing eigthy down the freeway, we swerving through lanes
And then the cops, they pulled behind us, we crashed into a divider, blood's dripping all down my sinus
They said, "Freeze, freeze, freeze
Put your hands in the air, ****, get down on your knees, knees"
My **** Tony grabbed the heat
He said, "Fuck I'ma die with my set all on my sleeve
If I kill this **** now, I could save another three"
Jay screamed, "Fuck the boys, they killed Smiddy last week"
Here's the complex of killing a man
They took a three fifths man, put a gun in his hand
Black codes, ****, we never stood a chance
[Verse 8]
Jesus said he loves us so, he will never
Jesus said he loves us so, he will never
Jesus said he loves us so, he will never
Jesus said he loves us so, he will never
Jesus said he loves us so, he will never
Written by: Ada M Jackson, Alejandro Rios, Eimaral Sol, Harry Edhoukwa, Juwan Elcock, Victor Gaspar


