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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Godfather of Harlem
Godfather of Harlem
Performer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
DMX
DMX
Vocals
Ayana George
Ayana George
Background Vocals
Latoya Duggan
Latoya Duggan
Background Vocals
Linny Smith Jr.
Linny Smith Jr.
Background Vocals
Melodie Jeanette Ray
Melodie Jeanette Ray
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Lyrics
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Composer
Avery Chambliss
Avery Chambliss
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Avenue beatz
Avenue beatz
Producer
Musicman Ty
Musicman Ty
Vocal Producer
Kenny Lloyd
Kenny Lloyd
Recording Engineer
Steven Xia
Steven Xia
Assistant Engineer
Stuart Innis
Stuart Innis
Assistant Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Tryna touch ten figures, oh
[Verse 1]
Lay on my back watching the ceiling fan
I had to dream to touch a kilogram
I seen your bitch through my Cazal shades
Skull and bones till I die, ****, well paid (Damn)
Got all my khakis out in Tallahassee (Jeez)
Sahari desert and I'm even flashy (Yes)
Still at odds with the Irish mob (Woo)
Rolls Royce down on Malcolm X Boulevard
[Verse 2]
Lord, these **** really out here preying on me
Got the .40 on me, and it's staying on me
Snow White mink like I'm doin' shows
Run the books and let me show you how the numbers look (Woo!)
You can't be lucky like you Luciano
The kilos come in like they new pianos
[Verse 3]
Fat boy got the big body
Coast to coast, I could shoot product (Aye)
They wanna see you up in Alcatraz
Forbes list, AWOL and you falling fast
Fuck this, hell nah, ****, want a bag
Eight figures, count it all and I call a cab (Woo)
Get the drift, time to get a lift (Uh)
I'm getting rich so it's hit or miss (Woo, woo)
[Intro]
Open up my window again
Yeah
Open up my window again
Yeah
I can hear death calling my name
It's calling
I can hear death calling my name
It's calling
I swear to God things ain't gon' change
Change
I swear to God things ain't gon' change
Change
I keep a revolver wit' your name
Yeah
I keep a revolver wit' your name, just in case
[Verse 4]
I'm a hood ****, I know why they love me (Uh-huh)
I'm on some under group shit, just like the subway (Uh-huh)
Battle **** in the streets and murder whoever you brought on this fucking stage
I'm the fucking plague, I'm global warming
I'm the Ebola virus, my **** is pirates
Prepare for violence, silence (Yeah!)
[Verse 5]
How many times you been behind the wall? None
You either snitching or lying about the shit you done
You ain't never moved a brick 'less you was building a house
You ain't never put a **** out with the gun in his mouth
Only this you ever shot was pool
Only thing you ever cut was class
Y'all **** is ass (What? Woo)
[Chorus]
Open up my window again
Yeah
Open up my window again
Yeah
I can hear death calling my name
It's calling
I can hear death calling my name
It's calling
I swear to God things ain't gon' change
Change
I swear to God things ain't gon' change
Change
I keep a revolver wit' your name
Yeah
I keep a revolver wit' your name, just in case
Written by: Avery Chambliss, Avery Chambliss William Jerome, Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean, William Leonard Roberts II
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