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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Babyface Ray
Stimme und Gesang
King Hendrick$
Stimme und Gesang
Favelababy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marcellus Register
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Peter A. Barker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jacob Stewart
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Cezar Barretto
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
SpaceTheWizard
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
I just need my space right now
She just need her space, yeah
Stuck in my ways, can't blame me, look how I'm raised
Say college ain't get a job, I told 'em that crime pays (yeah)
I'm thinkin' matchin' Benzes, I'm talkin' 'bout nine days
Dirty lemonade, that pint want Beyoncé (for real)
Same Michael jacket, three-thousand like André (fuck)
I ain't tourin' through YM, me, I'm lookin' for Kanye
Ay, you can't get no money, you're broke as your mind state
Ay, when I got the money, they can't even sign 'Face (nah)
Rev' all through the baddies, bitches, I'm just tryin' to take a picture (come on)
Ay, I can rhyme with phonies, but I kick it with the trillest niggas
Take a flight to Santorini, Greece, and ridin' through the villas
I'ma buy a Basquiate to hide the money, just like Jigga
Courtside seats at the game, bringin' all the hitters
One phone call to the plug and they get delivered
A hundred 50 P's on the floor, I need to pass scissors
Hidin' dirty money in the van, we need an air filter
Vibes in the hill, she need the Wi-Fi (phew)
I put 60 on a Rolls, these bitches call me Dada (yeah)
She thought she saw the devil, that was just 'Face in Prada
I wake up to that surf, and they ain't your mama
I'm in Chanel, diamonds appealed, it's loose
I hustle hard, a warrior, that's shooters
I hit your block, like Shawty Lo, it's foolish
(I hit your block, like Shawty Lo, it's foolish)
Stuck in my ways, can't blame me, look how I'm raised
Say college ain't get a job, I told 'em that crime pays (yeah)
I'm thinkin' matchin' Benzes, I'm talkin' 'bout nine days
Dirty lemonade, that pint want Beyoncé (for real)
Same Michael jacket, three-thousand like André (fuck)
I ain't tourin' through YM, me, I'm lookin' for Kanye
Ay, you can't get no money, you're broke as your mind state
Ay, when I got the money, they can't even sign 'Face (nah)
Nobody really talks about the weight of being chosen
But you are undeniably built for this
Even when you feel like you can't keep goin'
There will be times that you will be tested
By those that you keep the closest
But you got to keep your faith, remember your strength
Stay in your pivot and keep your focus
We never seen nobody make it out, but you the kid that did
You the one that made it through
Nobody said it was gon' be easy
But I guess that's why he picked you
Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, Koshua Quanzel Hendricks, Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton, Rebekah Fuerst
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