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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Stimme und Gesang
J. Cole
J. Cole
Stimme und Gesang
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Tasteninstrumente
Carlton McDowell
Carlton McDowell
Begleitgesang
Jordan Patrick
Jordan Patrick
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter:in
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter:in
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Songwriter:in
Carlton McDowell
Carlton McDowell
Songwriter:in
Jordan Patrick
Jordan Patrick
Songwriter:in
Birgitta Yavari
Birgitta Yavari
Songwriter:in
Peter Sandvall
Peter Sandvall
Songwriter:in
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Produzent:in
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Mischtechniker:in
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ray Bergin
Ray Bergin
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Uh Know what I'm sayin'? Pretty nigga shit, jiggy nigga shit, nigga (uh) Fly nigga shit, nigga, since day one nigga shit, type shit, nigga (yeah) Trill, real nigga shit, in the field nigga shit (uh) I ain't playin' with these niggas no more I ain't playin' with these bitches no more No, from now on, it's rose gold, and rubies, and pearls everything Everything, fuck is you talkin' 'bout, man? (Uh) Like, I don't know if niggas just didn't catch the fucking trajectory (uh-huh, yeah) Ruby stones on my rosary, champagne rose in pink (ha, ha) Ring around this rosie, niggas singin' like they Rosalía (ha, huh?) All black stones, black owned, like I'm Jodeci (yeah) Funny how I birthed so many sons with no ovaries (yeah) Still fuck 12, fuck Jake, 5-0, oh Still fuck 12, fuck Jake, 5-0 Ruby stones on my rosary, champagne gold, rose in pink Ring around the rosie, singin' like they Rosalía All black stones, black owned, bitch, I'm Jodeci (yeah) I done kept my foot on niggas necks way before police And it's still fuck 12, 5-0, four, and three too One time, comin' up the street, here they come (whoo) And I got a laundry list of bitches I can't wait to see And I got a laundry list of niggas I can't wait to see Ruby stones on me like a rosary, champagne gold, rose in pink Ring around the rosie, ten-man army, scared niggas tryna crow with me Nigga want smoke with me, tell him, "Push up, Hercules" Hercules, tell him push up, tell him pull up, 33 My mind obliques, tell 'em push up, ambulance on the scene Ruby stones on, click your feet, you're comin' home with me Take a load off, but baby, don't be Dorothy Illest nigga alive As a lil' guy, very deprived (uh) Took it in strivin' conditions where I shouldn't survive Now I ride windows down, with my foot on the side Barely could drive, all the doors suicide like, who dared me to die? (Uh) You a dead man walkin', like you barely alive Cut everything but the family ties (that's right) Cut the shit, cut the lies, word to the wise, who in your top five? (Fuck your top five) I don't get fresh to death, bitch, I'm buried alive I heard dog talkin' funny like it's Family Guy Carin' for niggas like I'm Mary or Bob Made a promise to God You gotta strive when you marry the mob They ain't seen this drip since Rick The Ruler They done forced my hand, my shit is Rugers We don't wear Zara, shit don't suit us Every time they throw stones, I take 'em to my jeweler Ruby red rosary, skin lookin' coffee bean Berries on the coca leaf, smokin' on the potpourri Navy Bentley moccasins, never too close in reach (reach) Back home from overseas (uh), jade stones, clover leaf Emeralds like Dorothy, yellow bricks on the feet (uh, uh) Ruby stones on, click your feet, you're comin' home with me Take a load off, but baby, don't be Dorothy Hello, the world is tumblin' down I been chasin' my piece of the pussy, I just got the cookie, it's crumblin' now I'm startin' to think that Judgment Day they talkin' 'bout's comin' around Show money they throw up is startin' to slow up, I bet that they humblin' now I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin' how a nigga gon' stretch these millions What happens when rappin' no longer matters? Can I still make a stack on my brilliance? I don't wanna go back to civilian status I'm an addict for comfort and doin' whatever I want to Whenever I wanna, I promise myself I would never feel hunger again So I'm here with this pen, lockin' the fuck back in I'm from a rough past, for a quick dollar they poppin' your hubcap rims, profit is just that slim I was a rug rat when we had it the toughest and I had a hunch back then That I was special, I gotta move careful, 'cause niggas 'round here they don't wrestle No reason to tussle, reach down with a pistol, was down, so put one in your freckles He was talkin' that shit, then he saw a lil' stick, all of the sudden he feelin' forgetful Connectin' to God, I'm a vessel When they ask for the old you, ignore 'em Goin' backwards is borin', bitch, and I'm not Michael Jordan, I don't do the retro Uh, ay, tell 'em again like an echo My niggas ain't Greek, they pledgin' the streets They come through and kick in your backdoor Used to cut through this bitch with my hat low Now I ride through this bitch in the Batmobile See somethin' that's ill, come flow through the 'Ville Ain't too hard to tell who behind the wheel You rent somewhere, but I can live somewhere At least somewhere that's not like that, there You rent somewhere, but I can live somewhere At least somewhere, and that's not like that there Ruby stones on me like a rosary Champagne gold, rose in pink, ring around the rosie
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Rakim Mayers, Jermaine L. Cole, Carlton Thomas Jr. Mcdowell, Rex Masamune Kudo, Jordan Patrick, Birgitta Yavari, Peter Sandvall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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