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Ain't Fair
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ain't Fair was released on March 25, 2022 by Cool Lil Company, LLC/RCA Records as a part of the album Superghetto
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Release DateMarch 25, 2022
LabelCool Lil Company, LLC/RCA Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM106

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy
Buddy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims
Simmie Sims
Composer
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Composer
Andrew Bolooki
Andrew Bolooki
Composer
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Composer
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer
Andrew Bolooki
Andrew Bolooki
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Engineer
Roofeeo
Roofeeo
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yo
[Verse 2]
Lifestyle of the young and the restless
Wreckless, slingin' marijuana to mescaline
Mama told me I shouldn't mess with them
But I confess them **** some of my best friends, back then
Daddy told me I couldn't trust them
Gotta get from 'round all the yes men
Had to adjust, when I'm alone is when I start to reflect
This shit got me all vexed, I'm wonderin' what's next
This just in, fucked a bitch in back of the Westin
I'm takin' the back streets all this dirty money attract me
No, I won't be givin' a scrap to these hoes
I'm packin' these shows in Japanese clothes
Leavin' LAX then I'm back at Heathrow
Oxtails soon as I'm back on pico
Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin' the racks
These **** don't even be livin' they raps, nah
Lifestyle of the Black and the rich in this bitch
You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit
When I was younger it was only a wish
Now I can't take a piss without somebody comin' takin' a pic
Poppin' bottles, rollin' up somethin' fat with the hoes in the backstage
And drowning my pain in the champagne
Got me reminiscing on back in the day
Talkin' about back in the day, back when we was baggin' it up
Had a little bit of money, started stackin' it up
These days thought they would love to see me packin' it up, that's what's up
Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I'm actin' up
Still have yet to meet another **** that I could trust
**** stay throwin' salt, throwin' shots from the black trucks
And takin' them shots like it's Starbucks
Ain't the only one had it hard that end up breakin' the law
But that shit got me all emotionally scarred, still I evolve
This for all my **** low ridin', we got the bounce
This for all my **** that's flockin', we in the house
This for all my **** from Compton, we want it now
This for everybody, aye
[Verse 3]
It ain't fair (Fair), fair, (Fair), Fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair (Fair)
Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair)
Out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here)
Yeah, it ain't fair (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair, (Fair), fair (Fair)
Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair)
Out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here) (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow
Hell or Heaven, seventh letter predecessors
They can never, another level
Never settle, I embody Machiavelli
I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better
I been dancin' with the devil, god dammit I said it
Takin' drugs and etcetera, singin' "Figaro, figaro"
Watch me finger roll up the kush
No, I'm not gonna pass, I kiss it right off the glass on that ass
I got some homies from the hood that'll blast on that ass
I got some bitches poppin' up from the past tryin' to smash me
They don't know I was down bad just last week
Mama hit me up and she asked
[Verse 5]
Say baby, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?
Baby, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?
Baby, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me, whatcha gon' do
[Verse 6]
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
Whatcha gon' do about it? Whatcha gon' do about it?
Yeah, yo
[Verse 7]
The beat got me hypnotized
Scrolling through my Twitter timeline, desensitized
All I see is bad bitches and hoes
Rap **** with dough
While the hood gettin' gentrified, shit
Open ya eyes, open the blinds
Look outside and watch as the dry leaves catch fire
[Verse 8]
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
Written by: Andrew Bolooki, Patrick Brown, Ray Murray, Rico Wade, Simmie Sims
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