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Won't Apologize (feat. Lyrivelli)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Cruch Calhoun
Cruch Calhoun
Исполнитель
David Brewster
David Brewster
Рэп
Jerae Prather
Jerae Prather
Рэп
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Исполнитель
John Groover
John Groover
Исполнитель
Jessi Siri
Jessi Siri
Рэп
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
David Brewster
David Brewster
Автор песен
Jerae Prather
Jerae Prather
Автор песен
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Автор песен
John Groover
John Groover
Автор песен
Jessi Siri
Jessi Siri
Автор песен
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
Инженер звукозаписи
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Продюсер
Mixed by Kamillion
Mixed by Kamillion
Миксинг-инженер
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Мастеринг-инженер
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Scotty Lavell Coleman
Продюсер

Слова

Still on that 30 for 30 shit (From the dirt, no really, from the dirt) Rich niggas, came from some dirty shit Every time I lost, I got inspired Middle of the summer, posted by the whip, Glock on the tire (right here) If you wanted fire, pull up to my building, you could buy it (pull up) Pop's was still laughin' at jokes from Richard Pryor We was bustin' loose Now I pull up, custom coupes (skrrt) Juice bar with reg', he cuttin' fruit (first) You don't know that feelin' when you don't know what the fuck to do (you don't know) Northfaces got niggas murdered, my shit was bubba goose (the ubba) Basketball players, the police ain't care, they cuffed them too Had to bust a couple moves Beat your street, I crush the groove like like Stella when she got it back Angela Bassett Hand me the ratchet (pass) Pretty niggas end up handsome in caskets (I see it) Grandma collapsin', watchin' for my man while he trappin' To buy my bitch some lingerie, her bra and panties, we match it (woo) Twenties or nothin', startin' to feel with Andrew with Jacksons (Andrew) Give a fiend a PC dance like the Jacksons, I'm tryna get it, nigga (get it, nigga) For who I am, I won't apologize (apologize) Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (dollar signs) They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise) Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (roselle USA, nigga) For who I am, I won't apologize (dollar signs) Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (Columbine) They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise) Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (dollar signs, yeah) I can't quit, that's just not in me (nah) Standup nigga, won't catch me kneelin' (at all) Ten toes down, I know the feeling If you stayed down, I know you feel me That's just not in me (that's just not, woah, yeah) That fraud shit just not in me (no fraud, uh, let's go) They still bitch and they still dissin' I don't respond, a couple times, I lost my faith (I did) I made a promise to my guy, I turn that honda to a wraith (I got you) Took my time and found a way (yeah) Took some time and got away (away) This shit'll back you in a corner, just realign and find your space Prayed to God about my case (yeah) My lawyer told me, "Don't be nervous" (chill out) God's just showin' you this purpose (yeah) Thanksgiving, I gave out turkeys (I did) Back to school, gave out Vans (I did) I love my city, it made a man (yeah) Stayed on course, I got a plan Still get you touched, don't force my hand (bop) Prayed for Lewis, we both got jammed We was stressin' like, "This can't be life" (it can't) It was only homies there when 'cause got blamed, somethin' can't be right (snakes) He ain't got no house, but he got a chain, that can't be ice (haha) She ain't got no home, but she got a birkin, nah, she can't be wife (woo) For who I am, I won't apologize (apologize) Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (dollar signs) They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise) Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (dollar signs) For who I am, I won't apologize (dollar signs) Take a look at my hood, it look like Columbine (Columbine) They smile up in my face, but hopin' I demise (I demise) Don't give a fuck about fame, been chasin' dollar signs (dollar signs, yeah)
Writer(s): John Wesley Groover, Michael Ray Cox, David Brewster, Scotty L. Coleman, Jessi Siri, Jerae Tyri Prather Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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