作词 : CHIKA/Peder Losnegård 作曲 : CHIKA/Peder Losnegård [Verse 1] Look, listen I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool Diddy introduced me as best of the new school I'm not too shabby for an Alabama bitch **** gettin' rich I got respect from heavy hitters and did it without a disc And now I, came to deliver I'm off of Twitter And in your speakers we gon' see who really ****in' with her Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop Collectively when these songs drop Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture And I know, ain't got no hourglass figure But I can get smaller while my pockets gettin' bigger They worried 'bout me and not who out with they nigga They break they own heart and now they windin' up bitter And now they start projecting all they clouds on me I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me Y'all do what you do, yeah 'Cause I guess I write these songs about you ('Cause I guess I write these songs about you) Do-do-do, do [Chorus] And I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care Yeah-yeah, look And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air The air, oh Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk Yeah, that seems fair [Verse 2] Look, listen I ain't no average nigga, the pick of a litter I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger Sat back and watchin' Plottin' ways I can come and obliterate the whole game These bitches think that I'm playin' These bitches think that I'm playin' They doin' shit I ain't fonda, it's like my name isn't Jane I'm 22 makin' money, I feel too blessed to complain But I'm much better than the next man I'm married to the game, and I swear God has been the best, man I sound to ****in' pressed, man Let's backtrack The accolades, I have that The pressure ****in' stacked, at the weight of a gravel backpack And shit I wrote a month ago, outdated just like snapbacks And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback And gone attack rap and hit 'em so hard They wonder what happened No cappin', hoes lackin' I said it, what's crackin'? I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president Now, how you sick as me but come and function as the medecine? Say lightbulb, no Edison I fought hard, they let us in Competitive, I knock these bitches lights out like a sedative Your fave got hella hits But come in sixth for writers credited My lyrics come embedded I breathe and these niggas sweatin' Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG) My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me You pay to get in and see us We paid and get in for free Bitch, I prayed on each of my visions Now everybody gon' see [Chorus] That I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care Yeah-yeah, look And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air The air, oh Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk Yeah, that seems fair [Verse 3] Say my intensity impractical My pen is tactical Yeah, I'm the actual I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational" Professional truth-teller When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up Top blown, no sloppy What I own, no copies exist They put that ice on they wrists I put that fire in these hits I put my trust in my God I'm not gon' fight with no bitch I'm not gon' argue no more Already know what it is I'm the better option A problem to coexist I been quietly gettin' tight, at this shit When I quit growin', I'll get tire of this shit When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks When they stop ridin' on dicks That's when I'll rise in that conversation like- I'm in your lady friends thighs Apologize if I'm talkin' shit, I earned it This industry shit, I kept low and learned it I claimed it then I affirmed My losses was always worth it My genius they never heard it My billboard a conversation My come up was picture perfect
[00:00.000] 作词 : CHIKA/Peder Losnegård [00:01.000] 作曲 : CHIKA/Peder Losnegård [00:06.63][Verse 1] [00:23.18]Look, listen [00:23.86]I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool [00:27.29]Diddy introduced me as best of the new school [00:29.68]I'm not too shabby for an Alabama bitch [00:31.27]**** gettin' rich [00:32.60]I got respect from heavy hitters and did it without a disc [00:35.68]And now I, came to deliver [00:37.18]I'm off of Twitter [00:38.42]And in your speakers we gon' see who really ****in' with her [00:41.38]Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop [00:44.75]Collectively when these songs drop [00:47.25]Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture [00:48.02]And I know, ain't got no hourglass figure [00:50.04]But I can get smaller while my pockets gettin' bigger [00:52.98]They worried 'bout me and not who out with they nigga [00:55.96]They break they own heart and now they windin' up bitter [00:59.03]And now they start projecting all they clouds on me [01:01.98]I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me [01:04.97]Y'all do what you do, yeah [01:06.69]'Cause I guess I write these songs about you ('Cause I guess I write these songs about you) [01:10.20]Do-do-do, do [01:11.33][Chorus] [01:11.67]And I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care [01:16.15]Yeah-yeah, look [01:17.23]And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air [01:21.29]The air, oh [01:21.88]Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there [01:28.05]Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk [01:31.29]Yeah, that seems fair [01:34.31][Verse 2] [01:34.85]Look, listen [01:35.38]I ain't no average nigga, the pick of a litter [01:38.63]I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger [01:41.21]Sat back and watchin' [01:41.97]Plottin' ways I can come and obliterate the whole game [01:44.75]These bitches think that I'm playin' [01:46.44]These bitches think that I'm playin' [01:47.90]They doin' shit I ain't fonda, it's like my name isn't Jane [01:50.85]I'm 22 makin' money, I feel too blessed to complain [01:53.99]But I'm much better than the next man [01:56.30]I'm married to the game, and I swear God has been the best, man [01:59.06]I sound to ****in' pressed, man [02:00.50]Let's backtrack [02:01.51]The accolades, I have that [02:02.68]The pressure ****in' stacked, at the weight of a gravel backpack [02:05.74]And shit I wrote a month ago, outdated just like snapbacks [02:08.76]And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback [02:11.65]And gone attack rap and hit 'em so hard [02:14.90]They wonder what happened [02:15.68]No cappin', hoes lackin' [02:16.94]I said it, what's crackin'? [02:18.12]I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president [02:20.78]Now, how you sick as me but come and function as the medecine? [02:23.30]Say lightbulb, no Edison [02:25.16]I fought hard, they let us in [02:26.58]Competitive, I knock these bitches lights out like a sedative [02:29.71]Your fave got hella hits [02:31.15]But come in sixth for writers credited [02:32.74]My lyrics come embedded [02:33.79]I breathe and these niggas sweatin' [02:35.87]Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG) [02:38.50]My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me [02:41.37]You pay to get in and see us [02:43.32]We paid and get in for free [02:44.43]Bitch, I prayed on each of my visions [02:46.13]Now everybody gon' see [02:47.27][Chorus] [02:47.73]That I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care [02:51.76]Yeah-yeah, look [02:53.53]And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air [02:57.25]The air, oh [02:59.39]Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there [03:03.66]Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk [03:07.65]Yeah, that seems fair [03:10.23][Verse 3] [03:10.66]Say my intensity impractical [03:12.99]My pen is tactical [03:13.68]Yeah, I'm the actual [03:14.68]I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational" [03:17.27]Professional truth-teller [03:18.54]When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up [03:20.67]Top blown, no sloppy [03:22.14]What I own, no copies exist [03:23.81]They put that ice on they wrists [03:25.50]I put that fire in these hits [03:27.01]I put my trust in my God [03:28.77]I'm not gon' fight with no bitch [03:30.06]I'm not gon' argue no more [03:31.69]Already know what it is [03:33.14]I'm the better option [03:34.68]A problem to coexist [03:35.96]I been quietly gettin' tight, at this shit [03:37.76]When I quit growin', I'll get tire of this shit [03:39.77]When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks [03:42.02]When they stop ridin' on dicks [03:43.38]That's when I'll rise in that conversation like- [03:45.79]I'm in your lady friends thighs [03:47.48]Apologize if I'm talkin' shit, I earned it [03:50.08]This industry shit, I kept low and learned it [03:52.42]I claimed it then I affirmed [03:53.43]My losses was always worth it [03:55.21]My genius they never heard it [03:56.49]My billboard a conversation [03:57.76]My come up was picture perfect [03:59.89]
