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Same Year
7.672
Hip-Hop/Rap
Same Year adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Rich Homie Quan tarafından 16 Mart 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıRich As In Spirit
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Çıkış Tarihi16 Mart 2018
FirmaRich Homie Quan
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM67

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Rap
30Roc
30Roc
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Antown Thomas Hichs
Antown Thomas Hichs
Songwriter
Lamont Porter
Lamont Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
30Roc
30Roc
Producer
Taylen Jackson
Taylen Jackson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Twon Beatz
Twon Beatz
Producer
Clarence Mcphatter Jr.
Clarence Mcphatter Jr.
Assistant Recording Engineer
Firas Quick
Firas Quick
Mixing Engineer
Rich Stratton
Rich Stratton
Mastering Engineer

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, we gon' call this stadium music, nah mean?
I think that's how, nah mean? Appropriate
[Verse 2]
It don't make you real, no, no
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 3]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
Ain't no in between when we fuckin', baby
I hit dance moves in that pussy like I'm Usher, baby
**** grab on my chain, swing Rich Homie Quan
Talk is cheap, so we have million-dollar conversations
[Verse 4]
Police tried to jail me, 'cause I swerved
I done relapsed on the drank
Got a **** slammed by the work
They can't understand a thing I say
Got some **** waitin' on the word
Waitin' for me to put them things in motion
Concentration stuck on the money
Tunnel vision, gotta stay focused
[Verse 5]
When I was locked in jail, I had a motive
Get the money, never go broke
Gotta start living by that code
Since then, I done made the most
Since then, I didn't have to prove
Heads are rollin', said I couldn't do it
Gave it all gas and I damn near bust the motor
[Verse 6]
It don't make you real, no, no
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 7]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
[Verse 8]
Business man, business man, paper
I was never late goin' to work
Simon said, "Get that boy to work"
Neighborhood, I would play the curb
Broke in here, only fifteen
Gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall, Friday live, ball
Bitch, it ain't nothin' for me to splurge
[Verse 9]
I bought this shit when I was on serve
Stayed down, I had to wait my turn
I lost a couple shipments through the mail
After that, a lesson what I learned
Nothin' given everything
I'ma partner switch, only eight turns
Big money talkin', I'm cool
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, yeah
[Verse 10]
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 11]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
Written by: Antown Thomas Hichs, Dequantes Lamar, Lamont Porter, Samuel Gloade
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