1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, BADBADNOTGOOD, Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine – MiNt cHoCoLaTe [MV]

1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, BADBADNOTGOOD, Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine “MiNt cHoCoLaTe” OUT NOW! https://1999WRITETHEFUTURE.lnk.to/MiNtcHoCoLaTe

Manufacturing Co: HPLA
Director: KID Studio
EP: Ryan Hahn
Producer: Janelle Lee
Casting Director: Kasia Szarek @ Harlowe Casting

Govt Inventive Director: David Jung
Designer: Wes So
EP: Chris Heinrich
Inventive Producer: Abby Wu

DoP: Jay Suen
1st AC: Benjamin Hernandez
2nd AC: Saori Kinai

Gaffer: Tate McCurdy
BBE: Tony Cantor
Electrical: Colvin Ang
Electrical: Clay Pacatte

Key Grip: Tiger Whitesides
BBG: Jake Condon
Grip: Miles Schirra
Grip: Sam Satossky

Manufacturing Designer: Taylor Almodovar
Artwork Director: Justin Gardener
Set Decorator: Keith Boos
Set Dresser: Charles Derenne
Set Dresser: Alejandro Carrasquillia
Set Dresser Truck: Gage Gaubert

Wardrobe: Charlie Altuna
Wardrobe Asst: Ute Zapata

Audio Mixer: David Shearer

1st AD: Joshua Montes
2nd AD: Nathaniel Shriver
Studio Trainer: Victoria DeSantis
Studio Trainer: Carmen Khotsikian
Truck PA: James Hay
Set PA: Anthony Vega
Set PA: Damien Pettway
Set PA: Alain Navas

Editor: Glenn Michael
Colorist: Stephanie Park @ Uncommon Medium
VFX: Anuar Bazargeldi
Sound Design: Liam Crossley

LYRICS:
1,2
1,2
Ay yo, ay yo
Ay yo
My shooter hitting all the pieces
Rollin off the moist (ah)
Stressing in that cell used to need to name accumulate
Now tassels on the Celine leather-based
I’m on a jet
I’m a land on the Rec
Steal sly out that stretch
320 a month
Laps across the solar
My shooter hummin ain’t no sunshine
Loading up a drum (mmhmm)

Everyone father
Coke in agua (ah)
Needed to lay low
I had a bitch in Cheektowaga (ah)
At minimal I had 50 soups within the locker (ah)
Contact mine
Stab you off adrenaline
Correct

I’m from the eastside of hell
The place the satan put on Dolce
The Mac clip don’t cease
Marni slippers all bozy
Within the legislation library you need to’ve heard black informed me
Worthy pack ya shit up
Pulled off in a rosey
Thank GOD GOD selected me
The baddest bitch you ever seen
Advised her don’t contact the horse
(Tremendous fly man)

Look, look, ah
Pyrex imaginative and prescient kitchen moist
I used to be whippin’ received my wrists is like
I received the strongest man competitors
Ship the roadie on the slider mission
All my oppositions they talkin robust however they was not convincing
30 photographs of ransom
Simply checked out my account and extra direct deposits hit it
Obtained my richest nonetheless in my prime however I simply had the optimistic
I had some setbacks, however I remained optimistic
I am out the trenches, scorching pockets, mystics
Now it is lobster dishes (discuss to ‘em)
I no one and these beats is what me for
All gold, loopy, however I received minds out the rolly retailer
Why you assume the junkies at all times capturing like they Kobe for (ah)
Dope too robust, why you assume they at all times OD for (woo)
I gave ’em a mode, gave ’em a lane, that is what they owe me for (ah)
Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain’t present me in any respect (fuck them n**fuel although bro)
Celine tote for my broad, Margiela coat within the fall
Scatter mind, open the jar, y ‘all n***as know who the god
Shit, bitch