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作词 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Terrence Thornton/Michael Render/Leon Sylvers |
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作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Terrence Thornton/Michael Render/Leon Sylvers |
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It's gon' speak for its |
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It should speak for itself, you know what I mean? |
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Kane season |
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****ing my pastor daughter and two Jesus pieces (yeah) |
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Dropping this blow on the basement flow, my Yeezys squeaking (yeah) |
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Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated |
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**** the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle |
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Popeyes, spoons and needles (yeah) |
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Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (uh) |
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Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen) |
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Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (yeah) |
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Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (uh) |
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**** a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (yeah) |
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Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (hold up) |
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Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (yeah) |
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A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (yes) |
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It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (yeah) |
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These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' 'fore they ass 'til you park it (skrrt) |
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In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper |
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2018, I'm finna reclaim my ****ing time and cop the Rollie flooded Maxine Waters |
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**** your poison, keep your vaccines off us |
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We got a reality star in the goddamn office |
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Quite like the Reagan days (yeah) |
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Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (yeah) |
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I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (true story, nigga) |
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Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (yeah) |
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Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamoto's (uh) |
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Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted |
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Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel ****ed Viola |
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Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
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Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
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But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga |
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Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga |
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Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
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Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
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But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga |
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Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga |
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Look, real bars are the ill bars |
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These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods |
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My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs |
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What I did to door panels on them Windstars |
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Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates |
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It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate |
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Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate |
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We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date |
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The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches |
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The serial number don't match the gift boxes |
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The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe |
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The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blase (yugh) |
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Way more chemical than political |
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PTSD from what I weighed on the digital |
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It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual |
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Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal |
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I took a risk, I took a brick |
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Took a road trip to a Motel 6 |
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Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit |
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Ride coattails, then he really want that lit |
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Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga |
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Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga? |
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Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga |
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Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh |
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Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
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Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
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But the popos, they coming for your money, |
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Nigga Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga |
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Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga |
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Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga |
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But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga |
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Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga |
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I know a guy in my neighborhood |
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He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife |
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They had all day to go to bed |
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Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em |
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Next morning, his friend went down to the jail |
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He said, "Fred, don't take it so hard" |
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He said, "It could have been worse" |
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He said, "What you mean, it could have been worse?" |
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He said, "Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?" |
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He said, "yeah, baby. It could have been worse." |
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He said, "What you mean?" |
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He said, "Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too" |