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Legendary
318
On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Legendary was released on November 24, 2017 by FTD Records as a part of the album Karma
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AlbumKarma
Release DateNovember 24, 2017
LabelFTD Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Performer
DJ Holiday
DJ Holiday
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia Cole
Songwriter
Gary Carolla
Gary Carolla
Songwriter
John Jackson
John Jackson
Songwriter
Johnny Mollings
Johnny Mollings
Songwriter
L. Knighten
L. Knighten
Songwriter
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter

Lyrics

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Started with nothin', now I'm up in Neiman's with twenty bands
I did the Radisson, we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my **** was marchin' on Million Man
I'm up in Harlem with all of my diamonds, I'm feelin' like Killa Cam
Tell every **** hatin' on me they can suck a dick
They know I could fuck they bitch, I probably hit me a hundred licks
We was really in that Crown Vic, all I need me is a down bitch
To take the product out of town quick
Can't be nervous, you around this
Louis got me wearin' brown kicks, lookin' like I stepped in dog shit
Bringin' all my **** on the road with
Me, I ain't chillin' 'til we all rich
Nowadays ain't gotta call chicks, Porsche drop with the fog tints
Jumpin' out it like a frog do, kissed the plug wife when I walked in
I ain't got time for the talkin', killed him early, that's abortion
Every day a **** fresh, lookin' like I stepped right up out a coffin
Told my driver back the Porsche in
You want a feature, can't afford it
I bet I fuck her 'til the morning, this foreign like a hundred horses
GG5 and a Backwood, got the car smellin' like horse shit
All of my bitches is gorgeous, VVS's sittin' flawless
I pop two Percs and I'm nauseous, I got your bitch sittin' courtside
Fifty thousand to my lawyers, the reason I'm sittin' in court high
Karma, what goes around comes around, hope you got some armor
Got your bitch at Benihana, she tryna change me like Obama
Eyes on a Fendi monster, starin' at you ****, starin' at me
LV, Supreme, the bomber, hot temper, need the ganja
Most of my denim is Fear Of God, only thing I ever fear was God
It was so hard to go get a job, if
They had that powder, we'd get it hard
I ain't got beef with no rap ****
Say my name, we gon' go get him robbed
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
You got some money, ****, we can talk
I don't even take a weekend off, every day feel like a holiday
I'm only fuckin' with the legendary
**** so I had to get with Holiday
I get the drop from a block away, you is that **** but not today
I'm here for the change, you here for the
Fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
All gas, we don't touch brakes, I wore Gucci for two months straight
Twelve pounds in the Mustang, your hands never touch weight
Your hands never touch guap, downtown on a dust block
Hitters blowin' up this truck stop, two words, ****, fuck cops
Catch you lackin' by the bus stop or waitin' on your train, homie
Blowin' whites askin' 'bout me in the
Streets, they ain't got a thing on me
Strappin' like they ain't on us, not a day I step out it ain't on me
There's nothin' in my pocket enormous, state
To state with the Glock while I'm tourin'
Written by: Charlie Brown, DJ Khaled, Gary Carolla, John Jackson, Johnny Mollings, K.Cole, L. Knighten
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