作词 : Feliciano Ponce/Jorge Augusto/Kobe Crawford/Raúl Bermejo Bermejo/Luzian Tuetsch/Harissis Tsakmaklis 作曲 : Feliciano Ponce/Jorge Augusto/Kobe Crawford/Raúl Bermejo Bermejo/Luzian Tuetsch/Harissis Tsakmaklis (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?) Oh, what the **** you mean, you ain't heard of me? Stepped in the game and gave it surgery I told my mama I was sorry You don't know half of my story **** all this fame, I want my privacy This for them young *****s, probably die up in that Them words you said to me probably the only thing I can't believe Too many *****s rattin', I bought a trap and put it overseas The hood quarterback, I put my ***** up at wide receiver I trap right down the street from where my auntie live My ***** a stripper, I can't die, I'ma throw this shit and live (Ayy) I just came home from the can, 'bout to buy another Benz I be so stuck, I'm booted up, this shit like Timberlands Came in the game, it was layin' on the ground Put my hands in his chest, started pumpin' up and down Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe Breathe, breathe Ayy, I brought the game back I still would lay up with that *****, she ****ed my partner, I ain't mad If the promoter ain't got like fifty, it's a no-show This for my young *****s who down at them corner stores It ain't no safety no more 'Fore Lil Top had signed a *****, I was walkin' with thirty-eight racks I was already pourin' up eighths of purple 'fore I talked to Lamar Jackson I was already walkin' on the moon, high, before Michael Jackson I'ma get me a *****, then I'ma buy her a body filled up with plastic She want extensions, I got extensions on all my guns You is the realest, I really think that you're the one Cartier glasses see-through, it's like I bought 'em for no reason I don't promote violence, but I told him to leave his phone while he creepin' I'd hate to be the reason, he love God, but he gon' keep sinnin' Young ***** end up dyin', it ain't his fault You can't blame him, he just wanted cars with beats in 'em (Yeah) Damn, I hate bein' famous, shackles on my wrist and ankles Gave you love and then you leave, all I wanted was a thank you This is for my gun slangers, this is for my ********ers Jail'll never make me better, time brought more anger
[00:00.000] 作词 : Feliciano Ponce/Jorge Augusto/Kobe Crawford/Raúl Bermejo Bermejo/Luzian Tuetsch/Harissis Tsakmaklis [00:01.000] 作曲 : Feliciano Ponce/Jorge Augusto/Kobe Crawford/Raúl Bermejo Bermejo/Luzian Tuetsch/Harissis Tsakmaklis [00:02.881] (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?) [00:25.079] Oh, what the **** you mean, you ain't heard of me? [00:27.891] Stepped in the game and gave it surgery [00:31.906] I told my mama I was sorry [00:35.151] You don't know half of my story [00:38.367] **** all this fame, I want my privacy [00:41.127] This for them young *****s, probably die up in that [00:43.231] Them words you said to me probably the only thing I can't believe [00:47.142] Too many *****s rattin', I bought a trap and put it overseas [00:50.184] The hood quarterback, I put my ***** up at wide receiver [00:53.148] I trap right down the street from where my auntie live [00:57.406] My ***** a stripper, I can't die, I'ma throw this shit and live (Ayy) [01:00.819] I just came home from the can, 'bout to buy another Benz [01:04.098] I be so stuck, I'm booted up, this shit like Timberlands [01:07.365] Came in the game, it was layin' on the ground [01:10.018] Put my hands in his chest, started pumpin' up and down [01:13.653] Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe [01:16.686] Breathe, breathe [01:18.374] Ayy, I brought the game back [01:20.909] I still would lay up with that *****, she ****ed my partner, I ain't mad [01:24.503] If the promoter ain't got like fifty, it's a no-show [01:27.282] This for my young *****s who down at them corner stores [01:30.680] It ain't no safety no more [01:32.980] 'Fore Lil Top had signed a *****, I was walkin' with thirty-eight racks [01:35.772] I was already pourin' up eighths of purple 'fore I talked to Lamar Jackson [01:38.938] I was already walkin' on the moon, high, before Michael Jackson [01:42.458] I'ma get me a *****, then I'ma buy her a body filled up with plastic [01:45.717] She want extensions, I got extensions on all my guns [01:49.771] You is the realest, I really think that you're the one [01:52.595] Cartier glasses see-through, it's like I bought 'em for no reason [01:56.617] I don't promote violence, but I told him to leave his phone while he creepin' [01:59.841] I'd hate to be the reason, he love God, but he gon' keep sinnin' [02:04.240] Young ***** end up dyin', it ain't his fault [02:07.503] You can't blame him, he just wanted cars with beats in 'em (Yeah) [02:11.695] Damn, I hate bein' famous, shackles on my wrist and ankles [02:16.689] Gave you love and then you leave, all I wanted was a thank you [02:19.819] This is for my gun slangers, this is for my ********ers [02:23.219] Jail'll never make me better, time brought more anger
