作词 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III 作曲 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III Yeah, five in the morning 80 cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me I turn the paper into birds call it origami **** a wave, I'm the whole tsunami Armani on my body like I know the Gottis 8 o'clock in the evening I ain't even ate Two liter, **** a 4, pour an even eight Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late But I always deviate From the love, players club no Lisa Raye Two up to need a loan, so I sleep alone Its steaks for all my dogs to each his own The type of **** I'm on think I need cologne To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser's home I signed a deal off a heartbreak I was stuck between a rock and a hard place Now I'm in the barclays Drinking all of Hov's chardonnays Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case Let's make a toast Toast, yeah Make a toast yeah (Yeah) Make a toast Let's make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a toast Don't matter what you popping baby Just pop something Make a toast (yeah) Look, hell is hot and only heaven knows I never sweat, you on forever cold If you ain't getting paper, hope you taking notes **** bread, made a loaf, now lets make a toast Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close I made my own lane, that's my favorite road I had to bend the rules just to break the code I dug myself up out this hole That's what made me whole Rolling woods, down in hollywood Where they pay for souls Pay in gold, for this label clothes And these major roles Woah, if I don't who gon break the mold No, I swear the paper never made me fold I disappear in a breath of smoke Your whole career need a stethoscope That new album needed life support *****, you won the battle, couldn't fight the war Been a week I've been coming down Maybachs just to run around They mad I'm styling when I come around Shoutout to Pun I'm trying to live I lost a hundred pounds I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live Ma-make a toast, yeah Let's make a toast Make a toast Make a toast, yeah I mean, we can make a toast to that Yeah Let's make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a toast Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G Yo Getting caught up with religious bands I guess I'll never see my distant fam Or my foreign ***** again (Switching hands) In the kitchen Hurt my wrist again (Different plan) Wash my pots become a different man I turn a snowflake to an avalanche I went and made a milli from a milligram Hidden hands, Ashley Graham's out the caravan No more sharing rooms at the Sheration Game filthy, tried to kill me for a killigram Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam Mattress on the floor I was staring at the ceiling fan Almost died for this ****, and I'm still a fan The flow cardiac arrest, why kill 'em I could give them heart attacks for less Oh yeah, please pardon my success Y'all ain't even sick you hypochondriacs at best Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest Out of breath like I got a pontiac on my chest Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh' No wonder why you never even called back or just text I get the message tho, run game so professional Unfazed on your pedestal One day never came, some day I'mma let it go Another day another decimal Day ones, never tell, sundays no confessional Unchanged in my messy clothes Im forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows **** bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast Toast, yeah Make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a Make a toast yeah Make a toast Make a toast Yeah, all of this **** so exaggerated I mean her ass fat but it's saturated And now my third eye has been activated This **** ain't really rap related They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer Getting high to reflect That **** is smoke and mirrors Wait, just being honest with myself I'm still doing this **** Cuz I made a promise to myself That's real
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III [00:00.513] 作曲 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III [00:01.27]Yeah, five in the morning [00:02.83]80 cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me [00:05.37]I turn the paper into birds call it origami [00:08.04]**** a wave, I'm the whole tsunami [00:10.04]Armani on my body like I know the Gottis [00:12.79]8 o'clock in the evening I ain't even ate [00:15.34]Two liter, **** a 4, pour an even eight [00:18.09]Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late [00:19.95]But I always deviate [00:21.16]From the love, players club no Lisa Raye [00:24.09]Two up to need a loan, so I sleep alone [00:26.65]Its steaks for all my dogs to each his own [00:29.37]The type of **** I'm on think I need cologne [00:32.07]To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser's home [00:34.61]I signed a deal off a heartbreak [00:36.65]I was stuck between a rock and a hard place [00:39.34]Now I'm in the barclays [00:40.53]Drinking all of Hov's chardonnays [00:42.63]Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case [00:45.31]Let's make a toast [00:46.70]Toast, yeah [00:50.49]Make a toast yeah [00:51.99](Yeah) Make a toast [00:55.23]Let's make a toast [00:56.02]Make a toast, yeah [00:57.91]Make a toast [00:59.08]Don't matter what you popping baby [01:00.27]Just pop something [01:01.17]Make a toast (yeah) [01:04.98]Look, hell is hot and only heaven knows [01:09.47]I never sweat, you on forever cold [01:12.21]If you ain't getting paper, hope you taking notes [01:14.79]**** bread, made a loaf, now lets make a toast [01:17.42]Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close [01:20.04]I made my own lane, that's my favorite road [01:22.77]I had to bend the rules just to break the code [01:25.46]I dug myself up out this hole [01:27.01]That's what made me whole [01:28.02]Rolling woods, down in hollywood [01:29.53]Where they pay for souls [01:30.58]Pay in gold, for this label clothes [01:32.17]And these major roles [01:33.19]Woah, if I don't who gon break the mold [01:35.84]No, I swear the paper never made me fold [01:38.53]I disappear in a breath of smoke [01:41.42]Your whole career need a stethoscope [01:44.06]That new album needed life support [01:46.73]*****, you won the battle, couldn't fight the war [01:49.38]Been a week I've been coming down [01:52.06]Maybachs just to run around [01:54.81]They mad I'm styling when I come around [01:57.35]Shoutout to Pun I'm trying to live [01:58.73]I lost a hundred pounds [02:00.03]I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live [02:02.24]Ma-make a toast, yeah [02:05.44]Let's make a toast [02:06.61]Make a toast [02:08.22]Make a toast, yeah [02:09.23]I mean, we can make a toast to that [02:10.61]Yeah [02:11.93]Let's make a toast [02:14.30]Make a toast, yeah [02:15.90]Make a toast [02:16.81]Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G [02:23.34]Yo [02:24.67]Getting caught up with religious bands [02:27.20]I guess I'll never see my distant fam [02:29.02]Or my foreign ***** again [02:30.23](Switching hands) In the kitchen [02:31.94]Hurt my wrist again [02:32.90](Different plan) [02:33.60]Wash my pots become a different man [02:35.50]I turn a snowflake to an avalanche [02:38.39]I went and made a milli from a milligram [02:41.16]Hidden hands, Ashley Graham's out the caravan [02:43.66]No more sharing rooms at the Sheration [02:46.41]Game filthy, tried to kill me for a killigram [02:48.88]Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam [02:51.68]Mattress on the floor [02:52.57]I was staring at the ceiling fan [02:54.20]Almost died for this ****, and I'm still a fan [02:57.02]The flow cardiac arrest, why kill 'em [03:00.02]I could give them heart attacks for less [03:02.13]Oh yeah, please pardon my success [03:04.60]Y'all ain't even sick you hypochondriacs at best [03:07.23]Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest [03:10.04]Out of breath like I got a pontiac on my chest [03:12.35]Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh' [03:15.11]No wonder why you never even called back or just text [03:17.83]I get the message tho, run game so professional [03:20.84]Unfazed on your pedestal [03:22.86]One day never came, some day I'mma let it go [03:26.20]Another day another decimal [03:28.25]Day ones, never tell, sundays no confessional [03:31.52]Unchanged in my messy clothes [03:33.61]Im forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows [03:37.04]**** bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast [03:39.62]Toast, yeah [03:41.34]Make a toast [03:44.23]Make a toast, yeah [03:47.52]Make a [03:49.29]Make a toast yeah [03:52.36]Make a toast [03:54.62]Make a toast [04:00.00]Yeah, all of this **** so exaggerated [04:03.69]I mean her ass fat but it's saturated [04:06.48]And now my third eye has been activated [04:09.05]This **** ain't really rap related [04:11.78]They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer [04:14.54]Getting high to reflect [04:15.79]That **** is smoke and mirrors [04:17.07]Wait, just being honest with myself [04:19.19]I'm still doing this **** [04:20.27]Cuz I made a promise to myself [04:21.80]That's real
