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The Beginning
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Beginning was released on December 14, 2018 by Commission/BMG as a part of the album Big Queens
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Release DateDecember 14, 2018
LabelCommission/BMG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CHELLO
CHELLO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Gregory
Miles Gregory
Composer
Kevohn John
Kevohn John
Composer
Marcello Paul
Marcello Paul
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teddy Da Don
Teddy Da Don
Producer
Buck 3000
Buck 3000
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

When you lived inside of me (Right)
There was nothin' I could conceive
That you wouldn't do for me (Nah)
Trouble seemed so far away (Big fuckin' Queens)
You changed that right away (Chalo, ****)
Stash money on transactions
Japan fashion paper stuffed in pocket, pants saggin'
Sedan black and I'm too paid
Need stars in the Wraith 'cause they threw shade
Double back to save the city, no Luke Cage
Live by the boss rules
Came up on a dollar and bought jewels
Now I'm feedin' all the dogs with dog food
I got in tune with the vision
My mama called me fool 'cause I was cheffin' up the food
With too much dudes in the kitchen
How the fuck you can't feel me?
When I was ready to die for **** that would've killed me
I'm just givin' you the real me
The whip clean, so most these **** wanna do me filthy
The Glock close, I had them bullets burnin' through your silkies
These youngins done lost guidance, so fuck playin' corners
And servin' the snort buyers, all they know is more violence
Once it's lit again, I'm hoppin' out the Range, scuffed Timberlands
I'm glued to them Benjamins, ain't a stain on his vitamins
I used to post in front 'em, now I cruise bottom tenements
Pray my face never plastered on the news for a sentence
Y'all are tippin' off the scale, my masters in the streets
Fuck a Princeton or a Yale, we dodgin' prison for a cell
I saved first, you gotta have that chicken for the bell
Fuck casket suits, I'd rather look at pictures in a cell
I'm low 'cause these people'll put them people on your trail
On papers, but in the field, I'm still creepin' with the steel
Goon
When you lived inside of me
There was nothin' I could conceive
That you wouldn't do for me
Trouble seemed so far away
You changed that right away
These corners we come from relentless
From taggin' hoppin' fences to a gemstar and twelve twelves
Baggin' up on ditches, I learned life
Went from next year on the turnpike
We had to let that thing tear to earn stripes
Duckin' a court case
A PA with some work in a short state
I probably have to die for a off day
These **** be hatin', I never let the corny shit get across me
'Cause the DM turn to dinner with your lady at Salt Bae
Shit movin', aroma's all in the air now
It ain't the time for the funny vibes and stare-downs
It's here now, I'm livin' for mine
Life a gamble, I throw trips on the five
Streets real, so the Crip in the ride
Watch them **** who throwin' shade tryna steal all your shine
Shit sheisty, we done been through this a million times
Any **** that jumped ship ain't a **** of mine
'Cause if we down, then we down, I ain't switchin' no sides
When you lived inside of me
There was nothin' I could conceive
That you wouldn't do for me
Trouble seemed so far away
You changed that right away
Written by: Kevohn John, Marcello Paul, Miles Gregory
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