作词 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock 作曲 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock Blood gurglin' at the back of his throat The smell of gunpowder suffocates his nose Echoes of screams clingin' to life But he will never leave, came back like it's prophecy Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches Immaculate in Prada boots Tom Ford florals, double breasted suits Send a message to him, through his beloved auntie Left blood on her lace doilies It'll be weeks before they find her body And I'm lookin' like the goddess of beauty Gettin' fed white grapes by a shorty named Ruby I'm fingerin' her ***** as he kisses her on the neck She is our bird's nest, I ask for her by request The night gets wet, spontaneous shootouts Niggas bring out the heat in the chilly Buffalo streets Line bodies all over the concrete This is what happens when Keisha Plum meets the Machine Smokin' weed by the pound, the devil's playground Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian caviar The bullets left artwork in his skin, beautiful scars, yeah God Don’t Make Mistakes God Don’t Make Mistakes Uh, zipper on stomach, that's mad stitches, young mothers, crack addictions Young nigga's father never present, dad was missin' Young kings pack the jail, pack the prison, come home, go back to prison Bad decisions, bad position, judges over-sentence, that's the system, crack the system Dirty cops, police stations, old cases, probation Parole boards with dirty lawyers, uh, yeah Public schools underpaid, teachers miseducation Race discrimination , **** a job application Trap house, twelve-twelve, bags, plates and resin Not Jesus Christ, forty-five is my savior, yeah Bells Palsy, bullet scars, foreign cars Celestial beings align with the stars, aw Look what I became l went from king to a god
[00:00.000] 作词 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock [00:01.000] 作曲 : Desmond Price/Alan Maman/Eliot Dubock [00:21.089]Blood gurglin' at the back of his throat [00:23.169]The smell of gunpowder suffocates his nose [00:27.074]Echoes of screams clingin' to life [00:30.422]But he will never leave, came back like it's prophecy [00:35.599]Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches [00:38.422]Immaculate in Prada boots [00:40.994]Tom Ford florals, double breasted suits [00:44.087]Send a message to him, through his beloved auntie [00:47.738]Left blood on her lace doilies [00:49.808]It'll be weeks before they find her body [00:53.444]And I'm lookin' like the goddess of beauty [00:56.046]Gettin' fed white grapes by a shorty named Ruby [01:00.258]I'm fingerin' her ***** as he kisses her on the neck [01:03.449]She is our bird's nest, I ask for her by request [01:06.887]The night gets wet, spontaneous shootouts [01:10.976]Niggas bring out the heat in the chilly Buffalo streets [01:14.328]Line bodies all over the concrete [01:17.934]This is what happens when Keisha Plum meets the Machine [01:21.539]Smokin' weed by the pound, the devil's playground [01:25.823]Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian caviar [01:30.717]The bullets left artwork in his skin, beautiful scars, yeah [01:45.047]God Don’t Make Mistakes [01:48.128]God Don’t Make Mistakes [01:54.576]Uh, zipper on stomach, that's mad stitches, young mothers, crack addictions [01:58.190]Young nigga's father never present, dad was missin' [02:02.343]Young kings pack the jail, pack the prison, come home, go back to prison [02:05.948]Bad decisions, bad position, judges [02:07.759]over-sentence, that's the system, crack the system [02:09.827]Dirty cops, police stations, old cases, [02:12.428]probation [02:13.457]Parole boards with dirty lawyers, uh, yeah [02:18.627]Public schools underpaid, teachers [02:20.920]miseducation [02:23.297]Race discrimination , **** a job application [02:26.130]Trap house, twelve-twelve, bags, plates and resin [02:29.757]Not Jesus Christ, forty-five is my savior, yeah [02:35.528]Bells Palsy, bullet scars, foreign cars Celestial beings align with the stars, aw [02:43.160]Look what I became [02:44.979]l went from king to a god
