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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaden
Vocals
Lido
Programming
Kevin Writer
Sound Effects
Tyler Cole
Vocals
WILLOW
Vocals
¿Téo?
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peder Losnegård
Songwriter
Tyler Cole
Songwriter
Mateo Arias
Songwriter
Jaden Syre Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lido
Producer
James Chul Rim
Recording Engineer
Ben Cole
Recording Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derrick Jenner
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Armstrong
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eric Bard
Mixing Engineer
Stan Greene
Mastering Engineer
Josh Harris
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Sellers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Big bags, push it, push it
Big bags, push it, push it
Vision
Can you see the vision?
Vision
Can you see the vision?
[Verse 2]
Syre died in the sunset, don't be like him
Erys was born in the dark and was handed a ****
A lot of shit I'm thinkin' 'bout I never plan to admit
That's why I had to make the canvas in brick
I understand they don't get it
They just wanna see the flick of the wrist
All the racks, pink pistols and drip
They in the stands and they trippin', man
They don't listen, but it's simple as shit
Give me a minute while I paint this picture, man
No one figures it was Erys and them boys in the city doin' chores
'Cause you know he gotta push that vision
Idea connoisseur, I'll protect it with the scorch
No remorse, man, you get it homie, business is business
There's a lot of foul fall when the city fair share of our collisions
Got hot, almost turned into a scrimmage
I had to run around the block, young **** was winnin'
So when I'm whippin, switch plates and the windows is tinted
Man, this shit is so different, Los Angeles, it's all fake
And Erys, a young genius, he's gonna take it
No traces on them clothes, gotta pack it, make it
As-Salaam Alaikum, pray to God I make it
We run the city with these vision laces
New mayor, if they break it, I'ma renovate it
I just push the pen to the haters
Got demons, but I been a slayer
Erys flex like Menelaus
They just need to switch their behavior
'Cause this is what I call
[Verse 3]
Chase, hold 'em down, fuck it up
Run it, run 'em down, fuck it up
Run it, run around, fuck it up
Yeah, set it off, fuck it up
Yeah, give 'em loud, fuck it up
Yeah, say it loud, fuck it up
Run it, run around, run it, run it up
[Verse 4]
Them boys gotta a lot around the corner, probably shut down
We don't ever see 'em when the sun is out
Lotta pink shine when I'm runnin' 'round
And I'm still waitin' on the hunnid thou'
Really, out here helpin' people you don't give a fuck about
Lift off for the clique, they pissed off
Cristal, sip, sip, know them **** talk
Young boy, I don't trip, ERYS I been the one
Jeweler hit my line, he said, "What color for the neck?"
I told him "Pink"
Flood me with that dummy shit, more water than the sea
Honey, I speak it to so-and-so and now, I'm rollin' sleeve, jeez
If I'm honest, we the hottest by the beach, see?
Shit they don't believe, so I had to let her
[Verse 5]
Another young **** gone in the sunset
We were shootin' down the drones, we were upset
They was comin' for my fam, homie, fuck that
We was runnin' from the feds in the garden
[Verse 6]
Dinner for the pink
Flood me with the dummy shit, that drippy in my drink
Take a straw when I sip it, got a hit me, I'm a beast
Couple pillies feelin' trippy, feel like shootin' in the streets
**** silly, they don't feel me, so I gotta let em' see it
[Verse 7]
Another young **** gone in the sunset
We were shootin' down the drones, we were upset
They was comin' for my fam, homie, fuck that
We was runnin' from the feds in the garden
[Verse 8]
Oh my rebel child, another died today
Oh my rebel child, the sun is gone away
Oh my rebel child, watch your back tonight
Oh my rebel child, you might lose your light
[Verse 9]
Oh my rebel child, another died today
Oh my rebel child, the sun is gone away
Oh my rebel child, watch your back tonight
Oh my rebel child, you might lose your light
Written by: Jaden Smith, Mateo Arias, Tyler Cole, Peder Losnegård