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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rosco P. Coldchain
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
Boo-Bonic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pusha T
Composer
Amin Porter
Lyrics
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Chad Hugo
Composer
A. Holly
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chad Hugo
Additional Engineer
The Neptunes
Producer
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Coleman
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot, hot
[Verse 2]
You know I keep a chrome under seats and in the home
Without speaking, you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
[Verse 3]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot
[Verse 4]
Yeah, it go hot waist, desert taste
Four pounds of metal, triangle face
Hesitate, never, I'll put hole in whoever
Don't make push, Russian Roulette ya
Gamble wit' ya life
Change came from cocaine I've measured
White was the treasure, comfort was the steel
I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel
Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street
They measure my weight in Richter
Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public
But still I push weight that make the ghettos quake
By all means, I've seen, I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
My dreams start over the stove
I ran over the globe and back again
[Verse 5]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot
Hot
[Verse 6]
You know I keep a chrome under seats and in the home
Without speaking, you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
[Verse 7]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot
[Verse 8]
Y'all **** really ain't got a pot to piss in
Or a window to throw it out of
I'm filthy but you can believe I got over a stack in my pocket though
Iceberg on the seams of my jeans, no
I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man
Delta 88 on rims man, with mirror tint
And four of my most militant men who's trying to stay sucka free
That's why they hang around me, 'cause I ain't Prince
Left them for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch
I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip
I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich
That's how I make my living, I give 'em encouragement, you're doing great
Keep chillin' while I'm flashing the Glock in their face
I show 'em I can be appreciative, I tell 'em thanks for giving, I'm sinning
But Allah knows that I have three children
Now I'm somewhere in Utah relaxing to Jazz with a broad
Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from afar
[Verse 9]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot
Hot
[Verse 10]
You know I keep a chrome under seats and in the home
Without speaking, you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
[Verse 11]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot
[Verse 12]
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking to make that change
That real dough, that point something paper
Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit
Look, 'Bonic really been through shit
Pay close attention when Boo spit
Uh, lack of that'll get you hit
And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around
**** front like he want his car spin around
Window drop block pop, spin around
**** stand up, looking for 'em, sit em down
And ya see 'em laid out
That's why when I was young I stayed out
And plus being pussy, ya **** is played out
I made means to get that cream
We all playas, all they say is, how you get that team?
[Verse 13]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot
Hot
[Verse 14]
You know I keep a chrome under seats and in the home
Without speaking, you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
[Verse 15]
Hey Rell this beat is
Hot
Written by: A. Holly, Amin Porter, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T