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Baby Keem - trademark usa (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Keem
Baby Keem
Vocals
ROSALÍA
ROSALÍA
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hykeem Carter
Hykeem Carter
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Songwriter
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Songwriter
Ruchaun Akers
Ruchaun Akers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Producer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Producer
Scott Bridgeway
Scott Bridgeway
Producer
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Recording Engineer
Jake the Snake
Jake the Snake
Assistant Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Baby Keem
Baby Keem
Producer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I can't help, but feel neglected Changing up the schedule, your calendar refreshing Time pass and we move on, nobody said shit How I'm 'posed to act when my morals ain't respected? How you 'posed to act when your feelings ain't protected? From cashing checks, just to get some neck and some necklaces What's next? More turbulence? Praying on this plane Success, got a taste of it, never was the same Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitch Yeah, duh, hol' up, blood, hol' up, cuh, hol' up, sis, huh (hol' up) LLC the Glock and I LLC my bitch, huh (LLC) Pass me the rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huh Had to tell my grandma, "Sit back, relax, and shit," huh (make nigga) Make a nigga buy her house and car, she's off the list, huh Fake nigga, talking 'bout he rich, but barely is, huh Eight figures, jumping off the stage into the kids, huh (yeah) Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (Yeah) Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (Yeah) Piping down on Instagram, I only post my bitch, huh I don't need your import, get your two cents off my pic', huh Generation money, type of money dyin' rich And I wanna say, "Shoutout to the dead, now I flex," woah Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let's go) Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let's go) Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (One) I'm sick of you niggas not taking no risks I'm taking avenge and taking my course (Kill 'em) I cannot compete with the mud in my system My tolerance low, I don't tolerate force I protect, I am the one I rose and fold the score I gotta let my ego go You nigga not ready to settle the war (Yeah) You niggas not ready to stop being hoes You niggas not ready to open the doors You niggas run in, take off with the jewelry You niggas not really the richest on Forbes You niggas not ready to deal with the sacrifices And instead, you're passing the torch And check the surveillance camera at the cemetery See me dancing on all of your corpses, go You couldn't have love You couldn't have love Ayy, big .38, got pulled over twice Had to go and switch plates Bitch, don't think shit sweet I'm the same Baby Keem in 48 states I play charades with the bank Just net ten million, now I'm back with the Wraith And I'm going home with the loot Mama going home with a coupe I'm a hot girl A hot girl I'm a hot girl (make me lose my mind) A hot girl I took the light then hopped on the flight I cannot look towards your jaded advice I took the torch, I quit being nice I took the torch, now I gotta fight You niggas impulsive, quick to make moves You're biting your flows, a big appetite I look at the hoes, they not into shows I look at your shows, they opera white You gotta be nimble and quick like a fox I don't move in silence, this shit is abrupt I'm VVS'd up, precise in the cut This shit getting nice, it's not about me As long as you good, don't worry 'bout me I'm telling my friends that you not a freak My new Nia Long is cappin' is strong And she not afraid to get on with me I'm back at the crib, my memory deep I think about mama, I'm Baby Hykeem She got that tatted before I could read I'm spiritual now, I pray in my sleep 20 years long, I never had dad My dad was a fraud, I had to be tough 20 million, hoe, that's not enough Don't ask no questions, bitch, go add it up I took the light to sacrifice I sacrificed everything I need I could probably fuck these bitches in my sleep Young nigga know the hustle and the peace Stressing 'bout money turning to other things I was in uncle crib at 14 Can't get through to mama 'cause she'd rather drink Facing the vision 'bout a 13 I was 15, I was 16 I was 15, I was 16 I was 15, I was 16 I was 15, I was 16 I'm a hot girl A hot girl I'm a hot girl (make me lose my mind) A hot girl
Writer(s): Teo Halm, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Ruchaun Maurice Akers Jr., Adam King Feeney, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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