[00:00.00] 作词 : Robert Gill/Isaiah Rashad/Destin Route
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Robert Gill/Isaiah Rashad/Destin Route
[00:02.27] Yeah
[00:04.24] I'm just sayin' that, yeah
[00:06.43] I just, damn
[00:09.67] Yeah
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[00:10.60] I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
[00:13.35] Yeah, still ****in' 'til six in the morn'
[00:15.97] Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
[00:18.51] Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
[00:21.17] Don't try to hold that, you can't control that
[00:23.53] I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback
[00:25.98] I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak
[00:28.69] And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that's sick
[00:31.61] Big screen livin' shit, sixteen nearin', and
[00:34.35] "Zay, 'fore you leave, Can you **** me in the mirror, yeah?"
[00:36.93] Baby, I got too many bitches, not to mention them
[00:39.46] Hoes, I don't even know they names but they be feelin' it tough
[00:42.47] They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas
[00:44.96] Before you ****in' go purchase your Gary Paytons
[00:47.18] I'm really not everybody, sippin' and talkin' 'bout, "Who's your daddy?"
[00:50.17] You shouldn't **** with these niggas, we was the reckless
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[00:52.07] Yeah, I **** my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor
[00:55.07] Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record
[00:57.65] Smooth nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score
[01:00.27] Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
[01:02.89] Zay, I don't agree what you talkin', I ain't no regular
[01:05.72] **** you think they callin' me, "Him?" I'm a competitor
[01:08.18] Levelin', young veteran, more lines than editors
[01:10.73] Shit, why you think we Top Dawgs? Niggas different, uh
[01:13.63] I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin'
[01:15.84] Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn
[01:17.75] Say somethin' slick, we on your line like a family plan
[01:20.20] I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van
[01:23.08] Just some young hood niggas with no guidance like Drake and Chris
[01:26.27] My latest shit, make niggas elevate they pimp
[01:28.68] My new chick always say she ain't no basic bitch
[01:31.27] Well, tell me why we always argue over basic shit? That's crazy
[01:34.47] 2020, we can burn one
[01:36.41] I done took way too many Ls and I ain't earned some
[01:38.83] No more buyin' bags for bitches that can't afford one
[01:41.44] No more gettin' brain from bitches that I can't learn from
[01:44.12] Look, we done went from H to the Izzo
[01:45.80] To now a bunch of niggas and bitches with all gimmicks
[01:48.40] Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit (That's my baby, haha)
[01:49.98] This shit screwed up (Oh), I stayed the same like grenades
[01:53.12] When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up (Look)
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[01:54.28] I used to ride through the six with my boys, kick in your door
[01:57.65] Psychoanalysis, I feel like Sigmund Freud
[02:00.20] Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said
[02:03.01] "Damn, they don't make 'em like this a-"
[02:04.71] Bitch, you are doorbell dumb
[02:05.98] Lookin' from crumbs in the cracks of a couch in a mad house
[02:08.62] I laugh out loud at shit I'm mad 'bout
[02:10.88] Cash cow or mad cow if I ever cashed out
[02:13.39] Backpedals and tackles just turn into the rap route
[02:16.20] Mac robbin' niggas with MACs after he maxed out
[02:18.62] Called him again, minimum chance he get back out
[02:21.14] Scope and a lens, we was kids with bubble wrap
[02:23.73] Oblivious to the fact the candy lady was a trap house
[02:26.29] Slidin' through the city, I'm like Sly and the Stones
[02:28.87] I got the fam and the blicky if you're eyein' me wrong
[02:31.25] Told the cop, "It ain't the fifties, I'll pop this chrome
[02:33.81] And I will not be wrong," next stop we home (Yeah)
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[02:36.63] With gin I'm in some pussy, I was knee-deeper than Funkadelics
[02:39.62] I am legend, that explain all the will that a nigga carry
[02:41.89] Talkin' real big wheel like Ferris, top that shit from the greatest
[02:45.11] Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent, REASON
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[02:47.44] I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw
[02:49.77] Yeah, still ****in' 'til six in the morn'
[02:52.33] Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
[02:54.96] Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
[02:57.12] Yeah, I **** my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor
[03:00.35] Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record
[03:02.89] Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said
[03:05.57] "Damn, they don't make 'em like this a-"
[03:08.60]
[03:15.79] Don't wanna hold on to somebody who I cannot trust
[03:26.51] You've seen that I have been trying since the very beginning
[03:30.18] Then the situation gets a little worse (Yeah), and I try to forget
[03:33.37] And then it gets a little worse, and I try to forget
[03:35.61] You gon' keep adding people?
[03:39.16] Soulful (Yeah, yeah)