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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Künstler:in
Finn Matthews
Finn Matthews
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Texte
Elijah Blake
Elijah Blake
Texte
WILLIAM HUGH CASHION
WILLIAM HUGH CASHION
Komponist:in
SAMUEL THOMPSON HERRING
SAMUEL THOMPSON HERRING
Komponist:in
JOHN GERRIT WELMERS
JOHN GERRIT WELMERS
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fuse
Fuse
Produzent:in
Sean "Elijah Blake" Fenton
Sean "Elijah Blake" Fenton
Produzent:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
araabMUZIK
araabMUZIK
Co-Produzent:in
Tomcat
Tomcat
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Morgan David
Morgan David
Ingenieurassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
I say to young black men
You're now livin' in a state of public emergency
Middle class and poor people be targeted every day
Dealing with so much hostility
Negative socialism
I refuse to be petrified
And there's no mercy for the rivals
They want the rich **** to live in total silence
Exiled, flee the country
More assassinations
Let's go
When you're forced to be fearless
Strangers consider you careless
Detrimental to my upbringin'
Now I feel so abandoned
I was lost and confused and therefore had nothin' to lose
Now I'm runnin' the racket, **** got cut from the noose
I just wanna be free, another black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun
Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage
Step off the stage, pussy ****, right back in the cage
Now we burnin' the streets, Christ to the cross
Our position is blatant, rightfully lost
Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions
Thieves and Revelations scriptures keep on blindin' these Christians
I'm in search of the truth, we each have a flaw
Soon as Dre hit the roof, she file for divorce
Van Jones go get a broom, never makin' no laws
Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought
[Verse 2]
Some say my eyes are like my diamonds buried in the snow
But I should think we have some common, it's not all beautiful
So, if I cry and lose my diamonds, wash along the shore
It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through
And you made it beautiful
You made it
You made it beautiful
You made it
Made it beautiful
[Verse 3]
Racists killin' for cotton, **** fightin' for honor
In the South, you're forgotten
Call my city the bottom
Kilos get to deposits
Livin' like it's the lotto
This my moment of glory
Grandiose is the dollar
Always postin' your sneakers, you're the one that they follow
I'm all born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge
Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs
Know the Lord lookin' down, for the day that we rise
Got my pistols all on me, ****, my Christopher's homie
Black on Black issues over principals, pick your opponent
Who got the most money? Well that has yet to be seen
'Cause I'm still countin' mine, such an incredible thing
And seek out your wealth, great example for ****
You decide it yourself, I considered it business
We still in the trenches, well they made us relentless
Where the reward is little, but the hate is tremendous
[Verse 4]
Some say my eyes are like my diamonds buried in the snow
But I should think we have some common it's not all beautiful
So, if I cry and lose my diamonds, wash along the shore
It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through
And you made it beautiful
You made it
You made it beautiful
You made it
Made it beautiful
[Verse 5]
Now I'm in the McLaren
Still racin' them commas
I'm watchin' for Karen
She watchin' bird-watchers
Still, I wish you the best
Ray Charles in the flesh
Pavarotti to some
Quincy Jones to the rest
Muddy Waters to marble, set my city aflame
Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage
I don't wanna argue, but I wanted a raise
Got me pinned to the cross as the sinners would wave
Such a body of work, my debut was a classic
Hov gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive
My whole crew was submerged, D.E.A. wanted the address
Make her play with her pussy, with a few mill' in their mattress
My life needed a balance, didn't come for the status
But my mother responsible, she raise me so lavish
"Look son, you're a king"
Were the words she recited
And they kept me excited till the day I'm indicted
Written by: Abraham Orellana, JOHN GERRIT WELMERS, SAMUEL THOMPSON HERRING, Sean "Elijah Blake" Fenton, WILLIAM HUGH CASHION, William Leonard Roberts II
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