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Sample 420
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sample 420 was released on August 22, 2025 by Mass Appeal as a part of the album Supreme Clientele 2
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Release DateAugust 22, 2025
LabelMass Appeal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Duf
Duf
Programming
Billy Danze
Billy Danze
Vocals
Lil Fame
Lil Fame
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Laurence Mizell
Laurence Mizell
Songwriter
Eric Murray
Eric Murray
Songwriter
Jamal Grinnage
Jamal Grinnage
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duf
Duf
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Ray Scavo III
Ray Scavo III
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Put away my bad times
Manhandlin' shit, yo, uh (My life just seems so fine)
[Verse 1]
What? We bang hammers like a judge do
Intimidate fake robbers and the plug too (Where you goin'?)
The spotlight is multiplied by ice
Fifteen beans is the drive-by price (Brr)
Wraith sittin', we raise the vocals on that Gladys Knight (Turn it up)
Been on that midnight plane to Georgia and we carry light
Cash, eight hundred thousand in the Goyard
Grams off the shores of Miami, I know the Coast Guards (Woo)
My street resume carry no scars
Every line with a hook, that's a crowbar
Mechanic, don't you know no good? Elroy Preston
Split seas, these is my commandments like Charlton Heston
Double-breasted in subtle weather, juggle investments
Tell your attorney to fall back, think I need an extension (Tell 'em)
Big house with big pensions, shout out to my Colombian chemists
Them liquid glasses, this is seventh invention, let's go (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na (Brrah)
[Verse 2]
Yo, old school, el producto
Runnin' with hustlers, gun boys, and cutthroats
Inhalin' gun smoke, I don't give a fuck, though
Can't keep a good **** down, we up, though (We up, though)
Respect to y'all
And never let enemies that's disguised as friends sit next to y'all (Come on)
You ain't a GOAT 'til you lose it all
Watch it fall apart, then revamp
Do it all from the start, speak your heart
[Verse 3]
Uh-huh, I did it for the minutes (Yeah)
As forever rose petals at the entrance
Out in Brownsville, I'm comfortable in the trenches
My GPS don't reach the beaches out in Venice (Yeah)
Wherever I'm at, it's hard, **** in attendance
Like a meeting on the main yard in Clinton
Don't get it twisted
That old guerrilla shit still in existence
Don't get rammed down, blammed down, and found missin', ha
[Chorus]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Written by: Dennis Coles, E. Murray, J. Grinnage, Laurence Mizell
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