Video musical

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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Voz
Moby
Moby
Artista sampleado
Khloe Anna
Khloe Anna
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Letrista
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Composición
Chloe Danquah
Chloe Danquah
Letrista
Jordan Xavier Garrett
Jordan Xavier Garrett
Letrista
Richard Melville Hall
Richard Melville Hall
Letrista
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Letrista
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Producción
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Ingeniería de grabación
Jordie X
Jordie X
Producción adicional
Sam Houselander
Sam Houselander
Ingeniería de grabación
Barry McCready
Barry McCready
Asistente de ingeniería

Letra

Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name Don't let 'em run off with the name Man, I just run with the gang A$AP boys came with the flame Gang, gang, they talkin' down on the gang They wanna rep with the name But this ain't no regular name Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name I might pull up with three K But I do not fuck with no Klan Gang, gang, them boys not flexin' the same I'm done with adjustin' to fame Pull up on your set, leave a stain Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods In love with my bitch 'cause she bi My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes 'Cause smoking with me, you go blind" She losin' her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde Convincin' my bitch to go blonde Was born in the dark, I can't even open my blinds On Yams and that's word to my mom Margiela Madman with cases I'm still tryna beat A bunch of shit from a long time ago The bigger they are, the harder they fall Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos When it's my time to go, adiós, vámonos Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with plátanos Dealing with life and it's highs and lows I'm just livin' like I'm supposed I guess it's called livin', shit I suppose I'm on my live alone, die VLONE Ain't talkin' 'bout spending or buyin' clothes I'm 'bout my business but I'm alone I still had the vision when I was broke Fuckin' on bitches and foreign hoes Flyin' out womens to boring shows I pray to God I don't overdose I put A$AP on my tat I put New York on the map I put the gang on the flames They gon' remember the name They robbin' boys for the chain I got Goyard by the sack I got the boof by the pack I fucked your boo in her back Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same I'm done with adjusting to fame Pull up on your set, leave a stain Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game (Game, game, game, game) Gang, gang They tryna front on the gang They gon' remember my name Gang, gang They tryna front on the gang Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now (in my dreams, I'm dying all the time) True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now (then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind) But never truly lied at all But never truly lied at all, then and now (I never meant to hurt you) Then and now (I never meant to lie)
Writer(s): Chloe Danquah, Hector Delgado, Jordan Xavier Garrett, Clifford Harris, Rakim Mayers, Richard Melville Hall, Scott Mescudi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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