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出演艺人
Jidenna
Jidenna
演唱
C. Gutta
C. Gutta
Programming
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Programming
David Shane Sweeten
David Shane Sweeten
Programming
Roman GianArthur
Roman GianArthur
吉他
Peej
Peej
伴唱
作曲和作词
Jidenna
Jidenna
作曲
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
作曲
David Shane Sweeten
David Shane Sweeten
作词
Darwin Cordale Quinn
Darwin Cordale Quinn
作曲
Michael Cox, Jr.
Michael Cox, Jr.
作词
John Groover
John Groover
作曲
Richard Allen Brown
Richard Allen Brown
作曲
Walter I. Williams
Walter I. Williams
作词
制作和工程
Jidenna
Jidenna
声乐制作人
C. Gutta
C. Gutta
制作人
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
制作人
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
其他制作人
DJ Burn One
DJ Burn One
联合制作人
The Five Points Bakery
The Five Points Bakery
联合制作人
Dominique Sanders
Dominique Sanders
其他制作人
Keith Rogers
Keith Rogers
录音工程师
Martin Gray
Martin Gray
录音工程师
Young Guru
Young Guru
混音工程师
Kerim Wilhelm
Kerim Wilhelm
助理工程师
Eder Fernandez
Eder Fernandez
助理工程师
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
母带工程师
Kevin Peterson
Kevin Peterson
助理工程师

歌詞

Who you with Who your crew, who your clique Who your fam, who your city Who your gang, who you rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (yo, lo, lo) That my crew, that my clique That my fam, that my city That my gang, that my rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Ayy, yeah) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) Feel like one of the crew, feel like one of the crew Ain't got nothin' to do, ain't got nothin' to do Feel like super glue, feel like one of the crew And I'm runnin' with you, we got money to move Put your pride in a trash bin Too much ego in the captions Don't get swept up, like a Tesla You ain't really need the gassin' Hate to see my niggas clashin' Hate the plot, love the casting Tryna catch a nigga lackin' Bet the tribe will outlast him Every nigga got a accent And a funky way of dancin' And we get it with our passion And he still afraid of black skin Niggas tryna split a fraction It's mo' money for the trappin' Stadiums full of vibranium in the land of the black skin And it's time that we cashin' Fill the hunger like I'm fastin' Less think and more action I'm so motherfuckin' tapping Black star on the cap and Babylonian assassin Fight woke niggas nappin' Tuck 'em in like a napkin That my tribe (Yo, lo, lo) That my crew, that my clique That my fam, that my city That my gang, that my rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Ayy, yeah) That my tribe (Yeah) "Tribal why, tribal why?" That should be my battle cry That should be my alibi, now (Yeah) Tribal why, tribal why? I ain't naw by a bile that my tribe They tryna conquer all the tribe We laugh and multiply the vibe Let 'em try, let 'em try, let 'em try Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) (These feelings make me feel like a dog) (Plus they're stealing my ro-o-o-oll) (Got them in their feelings all so-o-o-o) (Praying for their feelings Father God oh) Whuu, whuuu, whuuu
Writer(s): John Groover, Michael Cox, David Sweeten, Walter Williams, Jidenna Mobisson, Darwin Quinn, Richard Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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