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Kendrick Lamar ft. Kodak Black - Silent Hill (Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Jake Kosich
Jake Kosich
Songwriter
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sounwave
Sounwave
Producer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Johnathan Turner
Johnathan Turner
Recording Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Recording Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Recording Engineer
Beach Noise
Beach Noise
Additional Producer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, oh, yo Why oh, why oh, why oh, why you keep fuckin' with me? You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me Push these niggas off me like, "Huh" Push these bitches off me like, "Huh" Push these niggas off me like, "Huh" Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" (yeah) Aha, I be immune to shit (aha) Tucking the broom and shit (aha) They want to assume and shit (aha) Know you a choke, my ancestor close I howl at the moon and shit (aha) Know the results, the ballot is in, man, I'm 'bout to boom again (aha) You funny, dawg Peek-a-boo, can't hide behind your money, dawg A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah Push these niggas off me like, "Huh" Push these bitches off me like, "Huh" Push these niggas off me like, "Huh" Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" Pushin' them all off me like, "Huh" (yeah) Head up, chest out Silence, I'm stressed out Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out Stressed out, stressed out, stressed- Pick my daughter up, she need all the love I need all the love, I mean all of us It's like six o'clock, bitch, you talk too much You makin' it awkward, love I mean it's hard enough, I mean it's They don't fuck with me even if they could Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood First to park Rolls-Royce, 'vert in the hood Don't worry about us, over here we good The AP Roman numeral, everywhere I go, I need pharmaceuticals I ran my whole conglomerate, I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle Suicide coupe was a funeral, Trackhawk launch like a slingshot Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that bitch look like a Ring Pop Money on my mind, money on your head Can't ride three times while you comin' through the 'jects Red Cross kept a nigga fed In the studio with K.Dot fresh out the feds Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint, I spin the bend in the Benz I caught a bale off a Google app I'm the type to get my shooter whacked I had to survive off a tuna pack Five percent tint on the whip like, "Who was that?" Coupe take off like it's mad Beat the dope with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed, I'm doin' scams in the lab Every Thursday, girl's day, spendin' time with my daughter, make me go harder Every Sunday's son's day, teach my boy to be a man, I ain't had no father Fell in the love with the block, I ain't have no pop, just a sawed-off shotgun, Mossberg We stackin' that money up proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles Audemars water, aqua, beatin' the block up 'til we spot 'em I don't want your ice, boy, I want your life, but fuck it, I still might rob 'em Yo! Push these niggas off me like, "Huh" Push these bitches off me like, "Huh" Push these niggas off me like, "Huh" Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" (yeah) Head up, chest out Silence, huh, huh, huh, I'm stressed out Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out
Writer(s): Matthew Jehu Samuels, Mark Anthony Spears, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Johnny Kosich, Bill K. Kapri, Matthew Schaeffer, Jake Kosich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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