作词 : Frederick J. Tipton 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman Young c*caine Dream Go to sleep, like See the Grim Reaper and the n*gga said, you know what I'm sayin' Yeah-yeah, yeah Like every night I dream a n*gga tryna murder me Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency 'Cause I decked a n*gga and took his work, man I made it work for me If he come back and kill me, I know this sh*t was business, man I never take it personally Skinny black n*gga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back N*ggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch Dumb high, Marty McFly Put down the crack, bet on myself Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap How can a n*gga cope with that? Man, my uncle died off a overdose And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the n*gga that sold it Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs 'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin' Loner but I hate to be lonely I f*ck a b*tch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies Most n*ggas die over love for a b*tch or havin' trust in they homies A skinny black n*gga, rich off rap My n*gga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his b*tch off smack She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack He told me look after his kids, then a week later that b*tch turned up whacked It's just the code, n*gga (Yeah) I pray Allah protect my soul, n*gga Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, n*gga (Fear) 'Cause I was livin' by the code, n*gga, yeah Gang That's how we feel, if we die It's like, we go kill one of them [Beep], one of them die 'Cause they down for it, they had get took out Then they came back And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more 'Til everybody just drop it
[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton [00:01.000] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman [00:05.447]Young c*caine [00:09.026]Dream [00:11.220]Go to sleep, like [00:17.960]See the Grim Reaper and the n*gga said, you know what I'm sayin' [00:21.930]Yeah-yeah, yeah [00:24.569]Like every night I dream a n*gga tryna murder me [00:27.338]Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency [00:30.316]'Cause I decked a n*gga and took his work, man [00:32.431]I made it work for me [00:33.685]If he come back and kill me, I know this sh*t was business, man [00:36.637]I never take it personally [00:38.178]Skinny black n*gga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back [00:41.287]N*ggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch [00:44.526]Dumb high, Marty McFly [00:46.198]Put down the crack, bet on myself [00:48.131]Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac [00:50.978]Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back [00:54.087]Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back [00:57.404]Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that [01:00.513]These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap [01:03.752]How can a n*gga cope with that? [01:05.084]Man, my uncle died off a overdose [01:07.018]And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the n*gga that sold it [01:10.335]Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions [01:13.627]I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs [01:14.933]'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin' [01:16.761]Loner but I hate to be lonely [01:18.564]I f*ck a b*tch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies [01:21.777]If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies [01:24.885]Most n*ggas die over love for a b*tch or havin' trust in they homies [01:28.908]A skinny black n*gga, rich off rap [01:31.181]My n*gga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his b*tch off smack [01:34.420]She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack [01:37.529]He told me look after his kids, then a week later that b*tch turned up whacked [01:41.630]It's just the code, n*gga (Yeah) [01:44.529]I pray Allah protect my soul, n*gga [01:46.880]Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, n*gga (Fear) [01:50.146]'Cause I was livin' by the code, n*gga, yeah [01:54.534]Gang [01:55.788]That's how we feel, if we die [01:57.721]It's like, we go kill one of them [02:01.065][Beep], one of them die [02:02.841]'Cause they down for it, they had get took out [02:04.722]Then they came back [02:06.289]And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more [02:08.379]'Til everybody just drop it
