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Authentic

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Authentic adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Washed Money Ent tarafından 29 Mayıs 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıAuthentic

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AlbümAuthentic

Çıkış Tarihi29 Mayıs 2021

FirmaWashed Money Ent

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM70

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

DEREK R BRANTLEY

DEREK R BRANTLEY

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

Washed Money man

This shit ain't on you, it's on you, man

Let's go

I been accumulated wealth

Ran the bag up by myself

200 bands with no help

Out on parole with time on the shelf

I swear to God, I keep it authentic

Swear to God, I keep it authentic

Swear to God, I keep it authentic

I am nothing like y'all ****

2021, I'm coming for ****

I am not fucking with ****

World and Smoke be calling me from the joint

It hurt, I ain't got nothing for ****

I been broke than a motherfucka

Am I a hustler, ****

I ask myself when I look in the mirror

Is you gone recover, my ****

I say, J.R., man, I'm tripping

I ain't been on my shit

That's the problem, I been struggling

With people have me focusing on nonsense

Putting nothing before my chips

Cause a **** gotta climb quick

I mean no one, not a baby mama

Not a main bitch, not a side bitch

Gotta go back to the basics

I gotta go get it together

I'm starting from scratch

So I gotta go back on 44th and chill up at Eddy's

I'm watching for licks on the side

I'm watching for licks in the front

I got whatever you want

Pounds down all the way to a blunt

**** say, "J, you too old"

Like, **** probably tryna kill me

I put this shit on Grandma Lee

That I am not gone die in my city

I got shooters that be shooting

It's you mothafucking stupid

**** still owe me a couple jobs

What you think, that they ain't finna do shit

Hate police and I hate letters

Kill snitches, make the game better

I retired, so I don't know shit

But I can tell you what I ain't selling

Had to get up out the game quick

Couldn't keep doing the same shit

Ya got popped with them dang bricks

And ain't shit been the same since

Been accumulating wealth

Ran the bag up by myself

200 bands with no help

Out on parole with time on the shelf

I swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

I ain't nothing like y'all ****

Open my heart up to real ****

Bitch ****, ain't letting you through

I am not tryna sound raw

I am just telling the truth

Swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

I ain't nothing like y'all ****

2021, I'm changing my focus

Probably gone be shit you can't notice

But I am not playing

You gone be able to look at me, and see that I ain't going

How in the fuck I'm the brokest

When I am my mama's oldest

But I'm finna switch it up

I learned a lot, and this last winter was the coldest

2018, I was hustling

Mom said, man, you living so ugly

Now I do construction, and I don't make nothing

Mom say, you ain't getting no money

What the fuck man, it's a lose-lose

So a **** gotta run the bag up

If I'ma hear people talking shit

Then I'd rather hear them talk shit with my bag up

Couple months and I'll be back up

Fucking orders gone be backed up

Shawn ain't shoot a **** a dollar he promised me

It is not no coming back bruh

I understand I got you robbed

But understand when I say, fuck you

It was my babymomma brother, and her mother

And she probably got a cut too

Told you I made a mistake

When you getting money, they hate

**** was talking shit the whole eight

Swear to God, that I couldn't wait

And I addressed every **** that was talking

I'm lying, God, take me away

And I swear to God that these **** be bitches

They did not say shit to my face

A couple **** I ain't seen

Ten years make a **** think he harder

Shout out to that **** Pierre

Shout out to that **** Te Arnold

Getting money, nothing new

Yeah, in prison hustling too

I kept the sack right inside of the rack

The CO's will never find the proof

A **** sent a kite for 50

In the tongue of my boots

Yeah, ****, I'm the truth

Mackie outside the booth

I finne sit up in some new leather

Knew better, than you move better

Just had my youngest son J' Ceon

This time a **** tryna do better

Been accumulating wealth

Ran the bag up by myself

200 bands with no help

Out on parole with time on the shelf

I swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

I ain't nothing like y'all ****

Open my heart up to real ****

Bitch ****, ain't letting you through

I am not tryna sound raw

I am just telling the truth

Swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

Swear to God I keep it authentic

I ain't nothing like y'all ****

Keep it authentic

Written by: DEREK R BRANTLEY

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