作词 : Kyle Clow/Eliot Dubock 作曲 : Kyle Clow/Eliot Dubock Yeah My hunger to be regarded as the best is what’s starvin’ me to death Partially depressed and harborin’ regrets, targetin’ success Barterin’ bars, bargainin’ for checks Becoming a star seems startlin’, so I’m vexed, nonetheless, here I am, though Now they shoved a rifle in my hands and threw me in some camo And told me to go be Rambo, just ’cause you got a soul don’t Make you a soldier, every shoulder ain’t equipped to bolster The weight of a boulder, used to couldn’t wait to get older Over thirty now and jealous of Benjamin Button all of a sudden Reversin’ roles to live in reverse feel like more of a gift than a curse Jogging your memory, revisitin’ birth And truly get a sense of what life is literally worth I suppose what I write is like a zeitgeist for life’s highs and lows From night lights and tyke bikes to oversized girbauds To the everyday fight through the plight and providing flows That speak on it, these sonnets steeped in ebonics Be modest, how y’all sleep on it? I count up likes and read comments Some sh!t cut deep, some bring comic (Relief) Social medias unfamiliar land, I recon it Obtain the info, and what I gained was plain and simple Watch what you feed the soul ’cause the eye remains the window March to the best of your own drum, don’t let ’em change the tempo I came in this game with nickels, pockets in a major pickle, then made it triple Was contemplatin’ aimin’ pistols or slangin’ crystal Or crack, or matter fact, any pack Long as it brought plenty back Baby boy ain’t conform, just forged a formula then milked it, Similac The raps is similar to Cinemax Who said they could hold a candle to GRIP over wax? Relax, I’m from the class Of Hova and 3 Stacks, Pac, Nas, Big and Slim Shady Been wavy way before 1080 Having nervous breakdowns like “I know the pen crazy But how I’m ‘posed to make them pay me?! Think, think, think, think—” I hit up Tigg ’bout management, that’s my mans and sh!t I feel if anybody was equipped for the task, he could handle it Besides the fact this n!gga cool He one of the only dudes I know that actually finished school (D**n) And to me, that mean he finish what he start So just stay down, my n!gga, and we gon’ see plenty from this art I hit up Tu, “Let’s cook from scratch, you got the beats, I got the raps” First sh!t we made was “Culdesac”, a classic track right off the bat “Porch” came shortly after that, hardly any records scrapped They knew that n!ggas was a problem, dropped “Snub'”- it was a wrap Was s’posed to hit the road with Brent, like thirty cities on the map Then that f**kin’ ‘rona hit, I lost out on thirty racks But many people lost their lives, so how the f**k could I complain? Feel like we moving from outside, but I feel stuck inside my brain Is this really what I want? Am I still in love with this game? Tigg called like, “N!gga, Eminem just said your sh!t was flames” Then me and Em hopped on a call, and it all seemed fittin’ Just a couple days from quittin’ and the rest is unwritten
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kyle Clow/Eliot Dubock [00:01.000] 作曲 : Kyle Clow/Eliot Dubock [00:21.841]Yeah [00:23.054]My hunger to be regarded as the best is what’s starvin’ me to death [00:27.071]Partially depressed and harborin’ regrets, targetin’ success [00:30.559]Barterin’ bars, bargainin’ for checks [00:32.452]Becoming a star seems startlin’, so I’m vexed, nonetheless, here I am, though [00:36.735]Now they shoved a rifle in my hands and threw me in some camo [00:39.454]And told me to go be Rambo, just ’cause you got a soul don’t [00:43.118]Make you a soldier, every shoulder ain’t equipped to bolster [00:46.091]The weight of a boulder, used to couldn’t wait to get older [00:48.611]Over thirty now and jealous of Benjamin Button all of a sudden [00:52.021]Reversin’ roles to live in reverse feel like more of a gift than a curse [00:55.971]Jogging your memory, revisitin’ birth [00:58.073]And truly get a sense of what life is literally worth [01:01.113]I suppose what I write is like a zeitgeist for life’s highs and lows [01:05.490]From night lights and tyke bikes to oversized girbauds [01:08.473]To the everyday fight through the plight and providing flows [01:11.701]That speak on it, these sonnets steeped in ebonics [01:14.153]Be modest, how y’all sleep on it? I count up likes and read comments [01:17.174]Some sh!t cut deep, some bring comic (Relief) [01:19.061]Social medias unfamiliar land, I recon it [01:21.758]Obtain the info, and what I gained was plain and simple [01:25.195]Watch what you feed the soul ’cause the eye remains the window [01:28.181]March to the best of your own drum, don’t let ’em change the tempo [01:31.320]I came in this game with nickels, pockets in a major pickle, then made it triple [01:36.265]Was contemplatin’ aimin’ pistols or slangin’ crystal [01:39.253]Or crack, or matter fact, any pack [01:42.115]Long as it brought plenty back [01:43.725]Baby boy ain’t conform, just forged a formula then milked it, Similac [01:48.245]The raps is similar to Cinemax [01:50.510]Who said they could hold a candle to GRIP over wax? [01:53.681]Relax, I’m from the class [01:56.048]Of Hova and 3 Stacks, Pac, Nas, Big and Slim Shady [01:59.909]Been wavy way before 1080 [02:02.193]Having nervous breakdowns like “I know the pen crazy [02:05.118]But how I’m ‘posed to make them pay me?! Think, think, think, think—” [02:08.627]I hit up Tigg ’bout management, that’s my mans and sh!t [02:11.549]I feel if anybody was equipped for the task, he could handle it [02:14.424]Besides the fact this n!gga cool [02:16.566]He one of the only dudes I know that actually finished school (D**n) [02:19.600]And to me, that mean he finish what he start [02:23.343]So just stay down, my n!gga, and we gon’ see plenty from this art [02:26.302]I hit up Tu, “Let’s cook from scratch, you got the beats, I got the raps” [02:30.132]First sh!t we made was “Culdesac”, a classic track right off the bat [02:33.224]“Porch” came shortly after that, hardly any records scrapped [02:36.396]They knew that n!ggas was a problem, dropped “Snub'”- it was a wrap [02:39.414]Was s’posed to hit the road with Brent, like thirty cities on the map [02:42.448]Then that f**kin’ ‘rona hit, I lost out on thirty racks [02:45.508]But many people lost their lives, so how the f**k could I complain? [02:48.643]Feel like we moving from outside, but I feel stuck inside my brain [02:51.755]Is this really what I want? Am I still in love with this game? [02:54.699]Tigg called like, “N!gga, Eminem just said your sh!t was flames” [02:57.924]Then me and Em hopped on a call, and it all seemed fittin’ [03:00.965]Just a couple days from quittin’ and the rest is unwritten
