作词 : Toryan Saunders 作曲 : Toryan Saunders Used to make food stretch so I don't need to eat Used to ******* struggle just to meet rent's meet When you see a dead body, that's life on the streets Where the strong will survive and you die if you weak Two ******' bottles in my hands, never had that Smoking on a ************* ounce, never had that Real ****, never had a ***** 'til I rapped facts Spinning on the track, you a *****, better bounce back **** an assumption, you don't know me Look like Halloween, but ain't **** sweet No tricks, no treats Yo ***** on me I could finesse, but I got **** to roll instead, yes I got blunts and Hennessy Shawty give sloppy head to me Bodies droppin' regularly Can't stop gettin' to the check, my G Can't stop, even just to flex, my G That sounds crazy in the head, my G I don't need to rest 'til I'm dead, my G OmenXIII, black shirt, black jeans If you know me, gotta keep it low-key Sleep through the day, in the night when I creep I don't chase the money 'cause the money come to me Life ain't free, people gotta pay fees Pull up in yo city, got an ounce for the free Everybody know that I'm hot, on me I'm the wifi plug, hot-spots on me If you drive by, don't miss a shot on me OmenXIII, got the blade on me 2017, but the music still free I don't **** with labels but the labels want me Riding down Melrose any day of the week Tell me what it means when every day just be a weekend Tell me what you want, what you need, can't talk long 'Cause I'm on the flight headed to the next time-zone Tidal wave coming through fast like the Bible Psycho, running through these checks like a track meet Athlete, pushing on this weight like a madman Damn, man, hit my ******* line, "what's the plan, bro?" Rambo, creepin' through the grass like these snakes do Fake moves, breakin' rappers ankles like I'm Hot Sauce Bob Ross, speakin' and I'm paintin' the picture Scriptures, every single song I've ever written Fit in, something that I never really did, ***** Something that I never really did, ***** Fit in, something that I never really did, ***** Something that I never really -- yeah
[00:00.000] 作词 : Toryan Saunders [00:01.000] 作曲 : Toryan Saunders [00:08.65]Used to make food stretch so I don't need to eat [00:10.86]Used to ******* struggle just to meet rent's meet [00:13.13]When you see a dead body, that's life on the streets [00:15.27]Where the strong will survive and you die if you weak [00:17.47]Two ******' bottles in my hands, never had that [00:19.74]Smoking on a ************* ounce, never had that [00:22.08]Real ****, never had a ***** 'til I rapped facts [00:24.30]Spinning on the track, you a *****, better bounce back [00:26.54]**** an assumption, you don't know me [00:29.10]Look like Halloween, but ain't **** sweet [00:31.38]No tricks, no treats [00:32.53]Yo ***** on me [00:33.55]I could finesse, but I got **** to roll instead, yes [00:37.45]I got blunts and Hennessy [00:39.68]Shawty give sloppy head to me [00:41.89]Bodies droppin' regularly [00:44.06]Can't stop gettin' to the check, my G [00:46.40]Can't stop, even just to flex, my G [00:48.59]That sounds crazy in the head, my G [00:50.81]I don't need to rest 'til I'm dead, my G [00:52.97]OmenXIII, black shirt, black jeans [00:55.21]If you know me, gotta keep it low-key [00:57.39]Sleep through the day, in the night when I creep [00:59.58]I don't chase the money 'cause the money come to me [01:01.81]Life ain't free, people gotta pay fees [01:04.15]Pull up in yo city, got an ounce for the free [01:06.30]Everybody know that I'm hot, on me [01:08.47]I'm the wifi plug, hot-spots on me [01:10.73]If you drive by, don't miss a shot on me [01:12.98]OmenXIII, got the blade on me [01:15.23]2017, but the music still free [01:17.46]I don't **** with labels but the labels want me [01:19.67]Riding down Melrose any day of the week [01:21.90]Tell me what it means when every day just be a weekend [01:24.06]Tell me what you want, what you need, can't talk long [01:26.39]'Cause I'm on the flight headed to the next time-zone [01:28.58]Tidal wave coming through fast like the Bible [01:30.90]Psycho, running through these checks like a track meet [01:33.14]Athlete, pushing on this weight like a madman [01:35.46]Damn, man, hit my ******* line, "what's the plan, bro?" [01:37.77]Rambo, creepin' through the grass like these snakes do [01:40.07]Fake moves, breakin' rappers ankles like I'm Hot Sauce [01:42.01]Bob Ross, speakin' and I'm paintin' the picture [01:44.20]Scriptures, every single song I've ever written [01:46.38]Fit in, something that I never really did, ***** [01:48.73]Something that I never really did, ***** [01:51.11]Fit in, something that I never really did, ***** [01:53.43]Something that I never really -- yeah [01:55.92]
