[00:00.000] 作词 : Tyquain Bowman/Leo Mateus/Luke Clay
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tyquain Bowman/Leo Mateus/Luke Clay
[00:03.274] [Intro]
[00:03.441] (Ayy yo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
[00:05.008] Oh, yeah
[00:09.133] Q-R-N
[00:09.945] (LC, LC)
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[00:10.993] [Chorus]
[00:11.113] On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other
[00:13.673] Call it perfect timing, since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel
[00:16.473] I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas
[00:18.656] My gangsta bitch the project's finest, [Zach?] cook the crack in the kettle
[00:22.610] My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle
[00:25.434] Jump in that [?], how we growed up in the ghetto
[00:28.384] New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure
[00:31.211] Whole sixty days worth Dickie fits until I ran up some chеddar
[00:34.815] Late night we spent low to thе rocks, let's put the boys on the stretcher
[00:36.973] I drop a ten right by your yard, we making noise with Berettas
[00:40.563] Purple Codeine cloudin' my thoughts, like I don't know no better
[00:43.163] Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom
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[00:47.352] [Verse]
[00:47.716] Think with my dick more than my brain, that shoulda ****ed, plus I ain't quick to empty clips
[00:50.864] Like **** the dealer, cameras in that thang
[00:52.587] Got all this Codeine in my liver plus my killa might just be my main
[00:53.582] Right cross the tracks, we up them forties at four n****s for speaking on my name
[00:57.866] Ran up my guap then watch my people change
[00:59.245] So many times I question that father like [?]
[01:00.892] Like why the **** they got a judge or lil' partner, came from the bottom
[01:03.268] Life of a thug, call me QPac, young bishop rich and ballin'
[01:07.092] Twice I done ****ed but ain't no love so I no longer call 'em
[01:09.905] The opps keep callin' from the phone, we don't wanna do 'em
[01:12.460] Ayy, lil' [Ralphie?] gone, now we gotta make sure these shirts say "Long live"
[01:15.897] Diamond in the rough, put in my watch, that came from out the projects
[01:18.795] My pistol tuck, I know they proud even though they ain't my partner
[01:21.761] It's sad enough I ain't even ****, fell in love from the convos
[01:24.469] Here go some billion dollar luck, like wrap this up for Rondo
[01:27.376] Wonderful feeling from the cups, I'm knockin' at your front door
[01:30.352] Brick from my 'migo cost a dub, not talking Quavo Huncho
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[01:33.791] [Chorus]
[01:33.947] On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other
[01:36.637] Call it perfect timing, since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel
[01:39.278] I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas
[01:42.598] My gangsta bitch the project's finest, [Zach?] cook the crack in the kettle
[01:45.371] My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle
[01:48.254] Jump in that [?], how we growed up in the ghetto
[01:51.131] New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure
[01:54.233] Whole sixty days worth Dickie fits until I ran up some cheddar
[01:57.240] Late night we spent low to the rocks, let's put the boys on the stretcher
[02:00.354] I drop a ten right by your yard, we making noise with Berettas
[02:03.067] Purple Codeine cloudin' my thoughts, like I don't know no better
[02:05.987] Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom