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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Free J
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Larry Richardson
Songwriter:in
Eric Royster Jr
Songwriter:in
Bruce Mabe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
B-2
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Lyrics
Smell like cash when I’m walking through
All pink outfit, Majin Buu
Swimming in this money like a cartoon
Eating good like Garfield do
Organ donor, heartless too
Gatorade for awkward dudes
Chasing cat, they barking too
Thirsty, nah I’m hydrated
I’m water proof
E pills in the whip just chilling
Used to double park it too
Prezzy suites like how you feeling
18 when I copped them too
Switched my life when I got in school
For the second time for another degree
Oh yeah, I got me 2
What Kodak say, suburban dude
But a lot of them guys in the hood, we cool
Struggling cuz I was stubborn then
Yeah I ain’t have to
Now my office almost on the roof, I’m the truth
Apple, orange, got the juice
Used to be like pardon me
My aura now like pardon you
You gon' have show receipts
For everything you say you do
But they know it’s the tone wit me
No poles or stoves and keys
But rock a lot of gold on me
And couple of them stones is pink
Now I’m rocking custom timbs
Remember rocking holes in sneaks
They all depressed well that won’t be me
Broken homes and homes broke in
But broke and who, broke and me
Took risks and broke the law
But can’t associate broke wit fees
Went to college with most my team
Know some felons, yeah those my peeps
I just don’t go home now
Can’t see me living my life but slowed down
Was drinking Pepsi, switching sides
They hyped up off that coke now
Skiing slopes down
Wit a Sonya Blade, the lines get broke down
Who got the sauce
My bank account looks like Spaghetti O’s now
I hate the cold
That’s why you’ll never see my wrist all froze
Only cop it if it’s worth investing in
So this is gold
Y’all ain’t even confident in picking clothes
So I don’t be believing y’all
I’m getting green like ya pick ya nose
It’s ODP, specific roles
Everybody got one, if you don’t
Then you ain’t wit the O
Keep a gang of girls like Sailor Moon
All in my clique fasho
Hundreds on me
Memories of table tops and sniffing blow
Now it’s different though
Betty Crocker whipping fentanyl
It’s getting mixed in yo
I maneuvered through the hardships
But a couple of friends is ghosts
How I’m making all this money
When a lot of my friends is broke
I’m on a different coast
Wardrobe color scheme, Fruity Pebbles
All my fits is dope
Had to move, somebody send prayers
My high school was Euphoria
I know a bunch of Zendayas
And drug dealers, I been player
Since back when Street Fighter in SEGA
I used to use Ryu to go against Vega
Meanwhile, my friends was popping pills
Before we 10th graders
Knew a kid that used to pack a bowl
Using his inhaler
I was straight edge
They trading cash so they can take meds
Graduated, college postponed
I got a taste, yeah
Throwing parties at my place there
Numb ya face, yeah
Neighbors call the cops, we ain’t care
I bet I’m straight, yeah
My 20s was my wild years
My 30s I be chilling
Who I’m kidding, got more money
Now I’m acting like the villain
They be saying that the good die young
To me that ain’t appealing
Written by: Bruce Mabe, Eric Royster Jr, Larry Richardson
