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Kendrick Lamar ft. Kodak Black - Silent Hill (Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Jake Kosich
Jake Kosich
Songwriter
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Songwriter
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Johnathan Turner
Johnathan Turner
Recording Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Recording Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Recording Engineer
Beach Noise (Matthew, Johnny, Jake)
Beach Noise (Matthew, Johnny, Jake)
Additional Producer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Producer
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, oh, yo
Why oh, why oh, why oh, why you keep fuckin' with me?
You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me
[Chorus]
Push these **** off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these **** off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Uh-huh, I be immune to shit, uh-huh
Tuckin' the broom and shit, uh-huh
They wanna assume and shit, uh-huh
Know you a joke, my ancestor close
I howl at the moon and shit, uh-huh
Know the results, the ballot is in
Man, I'm 'bout to boom again, uh-huh
[Verse 2]
You funny, dawg
Peek-a-boo, can't hide behind your money, dawg
A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost
Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah
[Chorus]
Push these **** off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these **** off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Yeah
[Chorus]
Head up
Chest out
Silence
I'm stressed out (Shhh)
Be quiet
I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed
[Bridge]
Pick my daughter up
She need all the love
I need all the love
I mean all of us
It's like 6 o'clock
Bitch, you talk too much
You makin' it awkward, love
I mean, it's hard enough
I mean, it's—
[Verse 3]
They don't fuck with me, even if they could
Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood
First to park Rolls Royce, 'vert in the hood
Don't worry 'bout us over here, we good
The AP Roman numeral
E'rywhere I go, I need pharmaceuticals
I ran my whole conglomerate
I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle
Suicide coupe, it's a funeral
Trackhawk launch like a slingshot
Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger
That bitch look like a Ring Pop
Money on my mind, money on your head
Can't ride three times when you comin' through the 'jects
Red Cross kept a **** fed
In the studio with K.Dot, fresh out the feds
Yeah, you **** can't stand the rain
**** don't stand a chance
Yeah, Chevrolet, candy paint
I spend a band in a Benz
I call the bae off a Google app
I'm the type to get my shooter whacked
I had to survive off a tuna pack
[Verse 4]
Five percent tint on the whip like, "Who was that?"
Coupe take off like it's mad
Beat the dope with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed
I'm doing scams in the lab
Every Thursday, girl's day, spendin' time with my daughter
Made me go harder
Every Sunday, son's day, teach my boy to be a man
I ain't have no father
Fell in love with the block, I ain't had no park
Just a sawed-off shotgun, Mossberg
We stackin' that money up proper
Awkward diamonds look like marbles
Audemars water, aqua, beatin' the block up till we spout 'em
I don't want your ice, but I want your life, but fuck it, I still might rob 'em
[Verse 5]
Dawg
[Chorus]
Push these **** off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these **** off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Yeah
[Chorus]
Head up
Chest out
Silence
I'm stressed out (Shhh)
Be quiet
I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Jahaan Sweet, Jake Kosich, Johnny Kosich, Kendrick Lamar, Mark Spears, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Matthew Schaeffer
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