Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Stimme und Gesang
Pusha T
Pusha T
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter:in
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter:in
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Songwriter:in
Levar Coppin
Levar Coppin
Songwriter:in
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter:in
Reid Anderson
Reid Anderson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sean C & LV
Sean C & LV
Produzent:in
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Produzent:in
Blake Mares
Blake Mares
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Juan Peña
Juan Peña
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Nate Eaton
Nate Eaton
Ingenieurassistent:in
IRKO
IRKO
Mischtechniker:in
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
This shit still got me a lil' confused, you nah mean?
Okay, yeah
[Verse 2]
Been in my mind lately
Been in my mind
Yeah
Harder to find lately
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Wrote this accompanied by a lil' reefer
My Beats Pill speaker
And my 200 milliliter Hennessy
I hit ya lil' chica told that bitch to "Ven aqui"
Then proceed to bend her knees
I been a G, livin' life the way I please
Came from the middle of the East like I'm Lebanese
Bottom line, leave MCs lobotomized a thousand times
If we talkin' 'bout it, rhyme for rhyme
My stats combined got stocks and bonds
Multiplied my worth 10 times by 20
Naw ****, I ain't lyin'
I'm already on my seven figure
But I got other things on my mind that's much bigger
Like being a voice to this voiceless generation
To fill the void I can't avoid this temptation
When I exploit, I explode off detonation
Push my buttons and I go off with no explanation
[Verse 4]
Been in my mind lately
Yeah
Been in my mind
So
Harder to find lately
Harder to find
[Verse 5]
Ya best keep runnin'
Dem try to hold me back but I just keep comin' (Yeah)
**** on the act and they just be frontin' (Push)
Hear you on them tracks but it all means nothing (Yugh)
[Verse 6]
Cold cases
Murder **** on a daily basis
Luminol flow, no traces
I am the blacklight
My whole career off of crack, right?
Olympic divin' in this money, watch me jack knife
My rap life ain't like yours
I'm really goin' home to five stories and bright walls
Todd James paintings
He say he got my one-of-one's waiting
While y'all thinkin' James Evans Jr.
Four and a half carats of tumor
@ Nick Bhindi like Slick Rick the Ruler
Say less about ya jewelers
You overpaid for it, while bae ignore it
Ya shit is just made for TV, thank Draya for it
VIP sections can't be recorded
You might catch a housewife
Where **** payin' like they weigh and drop it outright
Getcha count right
We can talk numbers
Single file, add up my digits 'til next summer, ****
[Verse 7]
I'm like the Wizard of Oz on the yellow brick road
Ride slow with the iron, man
New flows for ya dome, right out the fryin' pan
Got that free smoke you inhale through ya diaphragm
I'm eatin' now had to change up my diet plan
Never lyin', I am lion fang
Comin' for the biggest cats in the food chain
Kill 'em all, the only thing left, the fool's chain
And who to blame?
Is it written raps or ancient artifacts?
A ****' rippin' tracks and spittin' all the facts
Drippin' out my cardiac, arrest is not needed till my body flat from that
Killin' shows, stackin' bodybags
Catch me where the Zombies at
Underground kings, **** honor that
My forward thinkin' make 'em all rewind it back
Way ahead of my time, I surpass ****
This a daily reminder that I am that ****
Badmon ting
[Verse 8]
Been in my mind lately, yeah
Been in my mind
So harder to find lately
Harder to find
[Verse 9]
Ya best keep runnin'
Dem try to hold me back but I just keep comin'
**** on the act and they just be frontin'
Hear you on them tracks but it all means nothing
Written by: Deleno Matthews, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Kasseem Dean, Levar Coppin, Reid Anderson, Terrence Thornton
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