Description
Recording Engineer: Bryant “Toney Boi” Toney
Mixing Engineer: Sonny “Carson” Tudeme
Mastering Engineer: Mark Christensen
Producer: Conductor Williams
Mixing Engineer: Cory Kennedy-Bodyfelt
Composer, Lyricist: Demond Price
Lyrics and translation
Original
Put the flash on it.
Yeah.
Conductor.
-Yeah. -Conductor.
Oh, shit.
Them bricks is seventeen-five again.
Seventeen-five again.
Them shits is seventeen-five, the bricks is seventeen-five again.
They seventeen-five again. The bricks is seventeen-five again.
Quarter million worth of dope, thirty thousand for the bag.
-Talk to 'em.
-Yeah, in my recollection, this Pharrell collection. Receiving blessings, we came up scratching the bowl, huh.
Uh, we was rapping, I'm rapping whole ones. Tech-22 throwaway, that was the old gun.
My nigga caught a body 'fore his parole done. Uh.
-That nigga was done.
-Shit, my nigga caught a body 'fore his parole done.
Let that resonate. For all the non-believers, I set the record straight.
The shots to the head and face.
That nigga was selling weight, and still he died with no pape. Just to pay for the wake, his mom was selling paces. It's hard where
I'm from, police car never come. Every bar been a drum since the start of my run.
Just look at all I accomplished, just look at all that I've done. Like I'm
LeBron, now all I wanna do is bond with my son. Them shits is seventeen-five again.
Bricks seventeen-five again.
They seventeen-five, them shits seventeen-five again.
The bricks is seventeen-five again. The bricks is seventeen-five again.
Look, the dope too potent, them niggas ain't got no motion.
I'm Nobu in Malibu, water splash on me from the ocean, yo. I got my Poland with my bitch from Poland. Go in the bathroom,
Prada her nose. I'm Neo in the Matrix, I was chosen.
-Talk to 'em. -Savage, I'm cut from a different fabric.
Left wrist rock the Patek, I could've bought a Brabus. Shit,
I ain't your average. Smoke with me come with fully automatics, it's drastic.
My fiends is built different.
If I bring 'em on tour, that nigga might hit Wock on stage and Will Smith it.
-All the forty belows, I still kick it. -You know how we do it.
Fentanyl in the O's, I still pitched it. This shit too potent, J take a blast.
Hit that shit once out of the stem, that shit might break the glass.
Woah, I'm known for having paper stashed. Nigga, they can ask.
They take a slab if you can pay the tab. Them shits seventeen-five again. The bricks seventeen-five again.
They seventeen-five, them bricks is seventeen-five again.
Them shits is seventeen-five again. The bricks is seventeen-five again.