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Modern Slavery

HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Travis Scott & Quavo - Modern Slavery (Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Travis Scott

Vocals

Quavo

Vocals

Otis Redding

Sampled Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ty-Ron Douglas

Songwriter

Jacques Bermon Webster II

Jacques Bermon Webster II

Songwriter

Quavious Marshall

Quavious Marshall

Songwriter

Jerry Butler

Songwriter

Edward Thomas

Songwriter

Jay Walker

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Travis Scott

Engineer

Buddah Bless

Producer

Jimmy Lepe

Engineer

Zach Steele

Engineer

DJ Durel

Engineer

MIKE DEAN

Mixing Engineer

Sean Solymar

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Meeboob

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Quavious Marshall

Quavious Marshall

Engineer

Lyrics

All these damn chains, modern slavery (Ice)

But this ain't 1800, so they pay me (Cash)

Uh, yuh, shaking my demons off (Shake 'em)

Dippin' my dreams in sauce (Dreams)

Never been food for sharks (Nope)

Wrist like fins on dolphins (Cash)

Pop a couple bands on the table

Whip, got a switch like I'm brainless

Sip after sip, I feel painless

Do it one time for team (Yeah)

Burn it like gasoline (It's lit)

Downing these jolly beans (Alright)

Diamonds, they frolicking (Ice)

Red and blue matching drugs

Did 'em both just because (Pop it)

They hoodie and maskin' up (Nah)

Did it with Robin Hoods (Yeah)

If I, let my

Gang out, bow down (Gang)

Come 'round, gun ya down

Hunt down, hunt down

Rampage, campaign

Champagne, I gain

Decades of no pain

At this age, they fugaz'

Who did you thought you was?

Get 'em knocked off for dubs

Sit in the trap with bugs (Trap)

Walk in the lab with scrubs (Ay)

**** tryna count us out (No)

Fuck you thought this was (Huh?)

I'm like a coffee mug

Say you're soft for slugs

Hot on the block

You told 12, got the drop

Rubber bands and they pop

So we weigh out the knots

Cuban link, cost a lot

Houston cred with a lot

Let it fall from the top

She want bands, she gon' pop

Uh

All these damn chains, modern slavery (Ice)

But this ain't 1800, so they pay me (Cash)

Uh, yuh, shaking my demons off (Shake 'em)

Dippin' my dreams in sauce (Dreams)

Never been food for sharks (Nope)

Wrist like fins on dolphins (Cash)

Pop a couple bands on the table

Whip, got a switch like I'm brainless

Sip after sip, I feel painless

Written by: Edward Thomas, J. Walker, Jacques Bermon Webster II, Jerry Butler, Quavious Marshall, Ty-Ron Douglas