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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Performer
Princess Nokia
Princess Nokia
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Nyce
Quinton Nyce
Composer
Darren Metz
Darren Metz
Composer
Brodie Metcalfe
Brodie Metcalfe
Composer
Destiny Nicole Ortiz
Destiny Nicole Ortiz
Composer
Chris Ju
Chris Ju
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie Kuse
Jamie Kuse
Mixing Engineer
João Carvalho
João Carvalho
Mastering Engineer
Brodie Metcalfe
Brodie Metcalfe
Producer
Yung Trybez
Yung Trybez
Producer
Young D
Young D
Producer
Kato On The Track
Kato On The Track
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh my Lord, damn, I love my dawgs
I'm so fucking high, you can call me God
We been boarding flights, I'm so fucking bored
Really do this for these feelings and these encores
They don't want us dead like 'em dinosaurs
Got that ancient knowledge, word to Crazy Horse
Damn my granny dead, but she live within me
Man, this really for the children that fill up these buildings
They grow up so quickly, word to lil' sissy
I still throw hissy fits when my fits ain't fuckin' with me
I'ma neechie-neechie, got the princess with me, aye, aye
Everything peaches when we in my city
[PreChorus]
Everything peachy like the Georgia state, here we go
We them ones you love to hate, we double up and let 'em know
We the people of the snow, so let 'em know we extra cold
I got carrots in my teeth like I'm chewing on some vegetables
[Chorus]
With the dip (With the dip)
Get up out your feelings, boy
I'm really him (Really him)
Get up out your feelings, you know
Everything peaches
It's peaches, it's peaches
She told me that I'm him
I'm just saying that's peaches
[Verse 2]
Look, fuckin' right I'm snotty, it's not for everybody
Who smoke? We smoke, it's cloudy, two shots warm up my body
Still down to paint the town, lil' minay done came to party
See all my family brown, word up my neechie Charlie
Hair go down to my waist, Indian car can't pump the brakes, whoa
My life all over the place, whoa, ain't no saving grace, no
Rock a feather all on my dome, feel like I'm Kevin Gates, yo
Think I need two phones, hmm, still won't answer babe (Fuck sakes!)
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just playin', you I know love you, bae
There ain't no Bonnie without Clyde, we double up and get this pay
It's like I've seen it all before, I got Red Future on replay
Too Rez for Hollywood, but now the red carpet look good on me
[PreChorus]
Everything peachy like the Georgia state, here we go
We them ones you love to hate, we double up and let 'em know
We the people of the snow, so let 'em know we extra cold
I got carrots in my teeth like I'm chewing on some vegetables
[Chorus]
With the dip (With the dip)
Get up out your feelings, boy
I'm really him (Really him)
Get up out your feelings, you know
Everything peaches
It's peaches, it's peaches
She told me that I'm him
I'm just saying that's peaches
[Verse 3]
I done seen the future and it's brown and red (Red, red)
I just burned some sweetgrass 'round my pretty little head (On god)
My bros from the Rez and I'm from the project (Projects)
Snotty Nose and Princess, well, it only makes sense (That's right)
I'm not your exotic, not your Pocahontas
Don't need your opinion, it's not what I wanted
So go fuck yourself or run up the comments
I'm up in the mountains away from the drama
I wake up and pray and talk to my mama
I pray by the river and release my trauma
Can't stoop to they level, it's good that I'm conscious
The type of rapport is not in alignment
Princess P
Princess P
[Verse 4]
I been paying it forward, been whippin' a Ford
Been paying for shit I can barely afford
This ain't 'bout the money, the fame or awards
We for the children like child support
I'm Rez to the bone, straight from the source
I been on fire, I come with the torch
We need money to live, I get it, of course
They asked if I get it, I get it, of course!
We sellin' dreams in this bitch for ya
Big dogs in this bitch! Hoya
When it's said and done, we end up in the soil
Your money no good in the grave, boy
All we leave behind is our name, boy
It's why legacy been so important
I don't want to be buried in Louis V
I wanna be 'membered like Jordan
Written by: Brodie Metcalfe, Chris Ju, Darren Metz, Destiny Nicole Ortiz, Quinton Nyce
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