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Listen to Godfather of Harlem: Season 3 (Original Series Soundtrack) by Godfather of Harlem
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Godfather of Harlem
Godfather of Harlem
Vocals
Lylah Cox
Lylah Cox
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Wesley Groover
John Wesley Groover
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Burt Bacharach
Burt Bacharach
Songwriter
Harold.Lane.David
Harold.Lane.David
Songwriter
Osten Harvey
Osten Harvey
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Tyler Unland
Tyler Unland
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I can't explain the way the fame could change as I flow lane in lane (Skrrt, skrrt) It ain't the same, learn from erasing the pain or just remain to blame (Oh, yeah) Let's shock the world from counter tops with dust, I still could smell the bust (I smell) They not as thorough, I can't explain the rush, but for this life, I lust (Lust) Fortunate I led my army, matching camouflaging (Cam') Can't disguise it I just can't explain it, no way to describe it Keep it timeless (Timeless) We was born as kings, cruising down this boulevard of broken dreams (Woah) You keep losing hope, feel like your soul could scream I done seen some things that make me question life for the rest of life (Rest of life) Like all you sacrificed, rolling the dice, had you upset with life (Upset with life) Name your price, we bargain that Hit laundromats to keep it clean Thoughts was black, a tree starts from the roots Just go ask Ben Vereen (Ask him) Been on a quest for love, requesting drugs that I could sell myself (That I could sell myself) I can't explain the way feelings just change, that's what I tell myself (Tell myself) I learned the game, got me strain, now it's pain I could mail myself (East) Now they jealous, new umbrellas I walk through that rain myself, nigga Damn Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn Niggas tryna stick me for my paper, damn Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor, damn Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn Niggas tryna stick me for my paper, damn Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor (Damn) You in the presence of a gift East Co. mixed with Christmas tree (Pfft) Twenty chains on in the penthouse, walking around like Mr. T (Right) Both my hands was 'bout to freeze (Brr), we sellin' apes in six degrees (Facts) 36, 20 with fiends 'fore we Mike Amiri'd our jeans (Way before) Crystal clean, I need my view serene Inside my pockets green (Green) I was watching out from lobbies, rooftops and what's in between (Baow) Took a twelve hour drive to Atlanta to pick up hammers (True story) Police scanners in the dashboard, rear view mirror came with cameras (I see) Gotta eat before we hit the road, we ain't stopping for a sandwich (At all) If they pull us, the driver never panic We start talking Spanish, cual es el probelma He seen our Rollies, they doing the Macarina (Face) Thank God we not smoking, he would've searched us without no time to clean up (No time) Without no shine, I'm genius (Genuis) Flawless flows, I flex on Mike & Keys shit (Facts) Million dollar meetings I just spent last weekend in the precinct (Facts) Slowly pacing, only waiting for that day we'll all be eating (Everybody) This money never age like Morgan Freeman, that gave me all the reason (All the reason) Damn Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn Niggas tryna stick me for my paper, damn Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor, damn Lately we been eating, got my weight up, damn She gon' pop for lashes and some makeup, damn Niggas tryna stick me for my paper, damn Crib too big, I hardly see my neighbor, damn (Damn)
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David, Osten S. Jr. Harvey, David Brewster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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