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  • 作词 : J.I.D
    作曲 : 林里斯
    [Verse]
    **** what a ***** say because my mama think I made it
    Lift my head to the skies, I try to begin prayer
    Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place
    My ***** gone for 17 years like a cicada
    More than a motivator, immortal and innovative
    Endorsin' with pectoral fins
    Swimming through the waves and of course a habeas corpus
    I'm orbitin' through my days, I'm fortunate
    I ain't come in this ***** to be ******' famous
    I just hope when you hear me that you hold me in high regards
    Not as high as your God
    Maybe the stars moving a couple mountains ajar
    Ajayi, a juke move fitted up the side line, then a pylon
    Biddy-bye-bye, di-did-di-die now
    We don't let bygones be bygones
    We buy guns and squeeze like a python until the night come
    The bear to right, uhm, the right to bear arms so we could fight
    I get my shine on, Belt of Orion, cut on the lights
    And when I die just take me to Zion and kill me twice
    It's like my second life, my second-second line
    I put this noose around my neck just to accessorize
    Ridin' in this coupe terrified
    12 try and petrify a ***** with petty crimes
    "How you feel about me don't matters like black lives
    Nothin' even matters, dog," I heard that when I was five
    That's around the same time my big brother had shown me his .9 and let me hold it
    Literally what I call a 9 to 5
    Ten times out of nine, I prolly wouldn't survive
    But sun do what my gun do, rise
    Guns drew, this the last hoorah
    Takin' lives 'fore you dudes take mine
    Take your time, these things take time, tickin', tickin'
    Typical flow to keep you ****** on the tip of your toes
    Lo and behold, make your temple explode
    Give and go, pick and roll
    Never listen to the rigmarole
    This rigor mortis make your temperature cold
    Woah, woah, I don't troll, bro, I been in my mode
    I'm a full schizo with a duel Pistol, that's a cool visual
    That pocket missle pop a pimple, hit him, he bent over
    Give me the tempo, bika-bow, bika-bow-da-boom
    It's a elephant and cow in the room
    I'm the pride, bruh, how ya doin'?
    You better bounce 'fore I make a move
    Don't got the juice like you say you do
    I'm finna be like a saber-tooth
    Wreck a roof, any booth, anybody get it too, you ain't invisible
    Shootin' at us, metaphysical, put 'em in critical, critical, uh
    Finna get 'em, finishin' 'em, benefit 'em, then I'm finished with 'em
  • 作词 : J.I.D
    作曲 : 林里斯
    [Verse]
    **** what a ***** say because my mama think I made it
    Lift my head to the skies, I try to begin prayer
    Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place
    My ***** gone for 17 years like a cicada
    More than a motivator, immortal and innovative
    Endorsin' with pectoral fins
    Swimming through the waves and of course a habeas corpus
    I'm orbitin' through my days, I'm fortunate
    I ain't come in this ***** to be ******' famous
    I just hope when you hear me that you hold me in high regards
    Not as high as your God
    Maybe the stars moving a couple mountains ajar
    Ajayi, a juke move fitted up the side line, then a pylon
    Biddy-bye-bye, di-did-di-die now
    We don't let bygones be bygones
    We buy guns and squeeze like a python until the night come
    The bear to right, uhm, the right to bear arms so we could fight
    I get my shine on, Belt of Orion, cut on the lights
    And when I die just take me to Zion and kill me twice
    It's like my second life, my second-second line
    I put this noose around my neck just to accessorize
    Ridin' in this coupe terrified
    12 try and petrify a ***** with petty crimes
    "How you feel about me don't matters like black lives
    Nothin' even matters, dog," I heard that when I was five
    That's around the same time my big brother had shown me his .9 and let me hold it
    Literally what I call a 9 to 5
    Ten times out of nine, I prolly wouldn't survive
    But sun do what my gun do, rise
    Guns drew, this the last hoorah
    Takin' lives 'fore you dudes take mine
    Take your time, these things take time, tickin', tickin'
    Typical flow to keep you ****** on the tip of your toes
    Lo and behold, make your temple explode
    Give and go, pick and roll
    Never listen to the rigmarole
    This rigor mortis make your temperature cold
    Woah, woah, I don't troll, bro, I been in my mode
    I'm a full schizo with a duel Pistol, that's a cool visual
    That pocket missle pop a pimple, hit him, he bent over
    Give me the tempo, bika-bow, bika-bow-da-boom
    It's a elephant and cow in the room
    I'm the pride, bruh, how ya doin'?
    You better bounce 'fore I make a move
    Don't got the juice like you say you do
    I'm finna be like a saber-tooth
    Wreck a roof, any booth, anybody get it too, you ain't invisible
    Shootin' at us, metaphysical, put 'em in critical, critical, uh
    Finna get 'em, finishin' 'em, benefit 'em, then I'm finished with 'em