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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kodak Black
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brett Bailey
Songwriter:in
Julian Munro
Songwriter:in
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter:in
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter:in
Derek Garcia
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brett Bailey
Produzent:in
Chris Ulrich
Ingenieur:in
Drew Drucker
Ingenieur:in
Jamie Peters
Ingenieur:in
Tyler Unland
Ingenieur:in
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Clips X Ahoy
Produzent:in
Derek Garcia
Mischtechniker:in
LEMONADE PLAYBOY
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Intro]
Broward County 954, we here, I kicked the door down
Know your boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, Gleeful!
[Verse 1]
I was hopin' that you ride for me, the way I rode for you
I wish my boy was here to see the man I grew into
And I know if I'm feelin' like this, it gotta be mutual
But it ain't they business tellin' them the shit we surfaced through
Yeah, I won't never tell the world the shit I did for you
Even though you lied on me, that's cool as long as you know the truth
I don't even feel the love be real no more, so I keep my distance
Remember I ran me up my millions, you was in your feelings
Even that time you shook my had and you don't even grip it
But if I put that shit on blast, they gon' say I'm trippin'
I was just followin' my intuition and I'm gon' keep on livin'
I wonder sometimes if you wishin', shit could have been different
Right now I'm shiftin', it's too late, I'm doin' my thing right now
I ain't lookin' down on you, just chill, I'm on the plane right now
I know you miss me, but don't worry, I'll never forget you
Even though you switched on me and it hurt me, I can't hold that against you
Takin' everything in me and its burnin', for me to forgive you
You still my woadie, still my dirty, but I ain't fuckin' with you
To create my future, I had revisit my past, revisit my pain
But I won't never let you back in, we can't rekindle that flame
Why he got stepped on and you blame me, 'cause you know I did it
Couldn't call on you when it was rainin' and it killed my spirit
All the shit you said, you tried to shame me, tried to kill my image
Even though you know me since a baby and you know I'm with it
You know I'm serious, steppin' on **** like I ain't even got no feelings
I'm in my cell right now, I'm wishin' shit could have been different
I ain't droppin' no name no more, but **** I hope you hear it
Can't take nothin' back, it went like that so, ****, that's what it is
Everywhere I went, I took you with me, every show I did
Ain't sayin' your name in none of my songs no more, can't waste my lyrics
I said I was comin' home, they said, "No, you isn't"
I'm a real ****, so I'm dyin' how I'm livin'
I remember throwin' rock, now we goin' to prison
When I got my first Glock, kept that thing with me
You was with me on the block, thuggin' real silly
Jumped in the game, then I popped, then you went to switchin'
I tried to give you **** shot but you **** missin'
Soon that Lil' Yella got knocked, **** went to snitchin'
I done been through a lot, shit you never did
I had to pop a **** top, to make that boy feel me
Cracker had me in a box, thuggin' every minute
Young ****, see about me, I'ma show you different
All my life throwin' rocks at the penitentiary
But now my watch got rocks, no more drug dealin'
And now my top won't drop, I'm in the new Bentley
Heard Foolish got shot, I wonder who did it
You my dirty, you and me, we made it from the mud
I be wishin' shit could have been how it was
'Bout you, I swear to God, I would have took a slug
Down to kill a **** 'bout you and it's all love
This shit ain't about a stripe, this just what I'm used to
I'm down to throw away my life, throw away my future
Broward street, principality no flaggin'
Man, that's soldier-like mentality, automatic
I'm jumpin' out the pink-G truck with the ratchet
Z's up till I freeze up lil' daddy (Glee)
Z's up till I freeze up lil' daddy (Gleeful)
Z's up till I freeze up lil' daddy
[Outro]
Gleefully that's how you present that shit the right way
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Broward county 954
You know we don't represent won't re-present
We present it once and that's what it is, that's how you step
Can't take nothin' back it went like that, so that's what it is
I wish it could have been different though
1800, SG-13, the dumb way, the long way
Sniper Gang or no gang
Written by: Brett Bailey, Dyryk, Julian Munro, Kodak Black