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  • 作曲 : Daley, Maman, Perretta
    I show trust it still ends the same
    Instead of friends
    You got friends frontin only out for your fame
    They tryna cross the line [x4] [Slug]
    Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete
    Drew the map on my hand
    The ink sweatted off me
    They tryna cross the line [x4] [VERSE 1] [Evidence]
    Defense, no charity event
    And they say, familiarity breeds content
    And I say, this ain't a parody just barely vent
    What I feel until it's so clear
    I'm scared of my sense
    New day, built for the distance
    Never knew which side to choose til they drew the line of scrimmage
    I view different sagas, never doubt my outcome
    They seeing double-vision for invested interests (keep it movin)
    Win some, you just lost one though
    Defend what
    I love, don't give a **** the drum's slow
    I'm an eagle, **** par for the course
    Your little birdies seek peace but ain't planned for war (nope!)
    L.A., still workin the angles
    Evy ain't a devil just a greazy angel
    I got love, got slug, got drugs, some thugs
    Still keep it moving never threw my anchor (uh!)
    Same son, friends ain't changed (nah)
    It's a cold game still sniffin
    Ronald Reagan *******
    Don't wait, hand and foot on me
    He's a machine, mechanical anti-freeze (hot!)
    Light up, the mind of a genius
    Smoke this cush, there'll be no lies between us
    Every step
    I take, dangerous
    Here we go, three seconds, this message 'bout to self-destruct [HOOK] [VERSE 2] [Slug]
    Down wind, your new found friend
    Drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin,
    I'm all in
    Tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught
    In whatever pocket she falls in
    Shame none, the blame game's done
    No more sweatin through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come
    Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue
    Can tell by how
    I bang some everybody wang chung
    Free-throw, feeble it seems so
    Break the egg and let the greed grow, beggin me to re-load
    Heave-ho, behold the super freak show
    Navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow
    Down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays
    Show the ace, with no poker face
    On the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades
    *******-biz, so terror thick
    The air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist
    There it is, careless to pair with the no-name
    Tag-wearing, faux-famous derelict
    Now sit, and wrap yourself around it
    When your done wear it like an outfit in front of the town*******p
    Sound check, allowed inside of the mix
    To show em all why
    I'm this make the music with your mouth biz [HOOK] [OUTRO]
    Yeah that's it right there 310, 612
    Ev, Slug Alc
    Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the map
    Connecting these dots
    We watching out for these double-cross cats tryna cross the line
    You know Give and inch they take feet
    Give 'em feet they take the street (haha)
  • 作曲 : Daley, Maman, Perretta
    I show trust it still ends the same
    Instead of friends
    You got friends frontin only out for your fame
    They tryna cross the line [x4] [Slug]
    Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete
    Drew the map on my hand
    The ink sweatted off me
    They tryna cross the line [x4] [VERSE 1] [Evidence]
    Defense, no charity event
    And they say, familiarity breeds content
    And I say, this ain't a parody just barely vent
    What I feel until it's so clear
    I'm scared of my sense
    New day, built for the distance
    Never knew which side to choose til they drew the line of scrimmage
    I view different sagas, never doubt my outcome
    They seeing double-vision for invested interests (keep it movin)
    Win some, you just lost one though
    Defend what
    I love, don't give a **** the drum's slow
    I'm an eagle, **** par for the course
    Your little birdies seek peace but ain't planned for war (nope!)
    L.A., still workin the angles
    Evy ain't a devil just a greazy angel
    I got love, got slug, got drugs, some thugs
    Still keep it moving never threw my anchor (uh!)
    Same son, friends ain't changed (nah)
    It's a cold game still sniffin
    Ronald Reagan *******
    Don't wait, hand and foot on me
    He's a machine, mechanical anti-freeze (hot!)
    Light up, the mind of a genius
    Smoke this cush, there'll be no lies between us
    Every step
    I take, dangerous
    Here we go, three seconds, this message 'bout to self-destruct [HOOK] [VERSE 2] [Slug]
    Down wind, your new found friend
    Drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin,
    I'm all in
    Tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught
    In whatever pocket she falls in
    Shame none, the blame game's done
    No more sweatin through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come
    Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue
    Can tell by how
    I bang some everybody wang chung
    Free-throw, feeble it seems so
    Break the egg and let the greed grow, beggin me to re-load
    Heave-ho, behold the super freak show
    Navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow
    Down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays
    Show the ace, with no poker face
    On the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades
    *******-biz, so terror thick
    The air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist
    There it is, careless to pair with the no-name
    Tag-wearing, faux-famous derelict
    Now sit, and wrap yourself around it
    When your done wear it like an outfit in front of the town*******p
    Sound check, allowed inside of the mix
    To show em all why
    I'm this make the music with your mouth biz [HOOK] [OUTRO]
    Yeah that's it right there 310, 612
    Ev, Slug Alc
    Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the map
    Connecting these dots
    We watching out for these double-cross cats tryna cross the line
    You know Give and inch they take feet
    Give 'em feet they take the street (haha)