作词 : Morray/Anthony Jamal Phillips/Hagan Lange 作曲 : Morray Yeah, yeah Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah
Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah
Back in the day, man, a nigga had ripped jeans Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seams Couldn't think about the money, I had broke dreams Outfit was the match of a crack fiend I was tryna be fly, couldn't take off Clothes falling off my ass, lost weight, dawg No jacket in the winter, had the shakes, dawg Then I said fu*k it 'cause something gone have to shake, dawg Then my nigga, Bobby, put me on a quick lick Wasn't a lot but enough for a quick fix Interceptions I was stealing, caught me a pick six In the snow pitching woe, bitch it was brick dick Never killed, ain't gon' lie, I was tempted He was the target but he lucky that I missed it I was always fu*king up, was a misfit My opportunity was knocking and I missed it Young when I hopped off the stoop Two doors what I floor, if I hop in the coupe Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof Resemble young Steele 'cause I got the juice You think you Tupac, let Omar Epps loose Stepping on neck with my Timberland boots I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm growing in roots
Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah
Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah
I remember chillin' at one of my little bitch crib 'Bout to fu*k, 'bout to nut, main course with the fixings Her nigga came through, he was all on some bitch shit Didn't know I was raw and my hands was so gifted Boy had me chop, had get him a mix quick Couple knots made him drop like he drunk or he lifted Fought another nigga after I thought was some kinship Throwing up both of our sets which ended the friendship Give respect, neck to neck, my nigga didn't back down Had em' standing up then he ended up back down His hands in my life now they ended up flat now Flat like a wing let's see if he flap now Had enough it was tough, only lasted about one round K.D. on the bench equipped with the tre pround Made em' run, it was funny,he was scared of the gun sound Made em' shit, he a bitch, by the car he was ducked down I ain't got no time for the fakes The phonies, jabrownies, the opps or the jakes My homies the only who come past the gate I'm whacking the weeds, cutting heads off of snakes I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place The reason I'm popping is all of the hate
Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah
Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand Thinking of a plan to get quick bands Falling in deep with the quicksand Flag out my ass, no quick brand I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up Had beef on the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah
[00:00.000] 作词 : Morray/Anthony Jamal Phillips/Hagan Lange [00:01.000] 作曲 : Morray [00:13.284]Yeah, yeah [00:15.086]Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand [00:17.228]Thinking of a plan to get quick bands [00:19.344]Falling in deep with the quicksand [00:21.251]Flag out my ass, no quick brand [00:23.106]I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up [00:25.143]Had beef on the streets, had to stay up [00:27.076]Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah [00:29.140]Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah [00:30.838] [00:31.047]Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand [00:33.241]Thinking of a plan to get quick bands [00:35.227]Falling in deep with the quicksand [00:37.212]Flag out my ass, no quick brand [00:39.171]I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up [00:41.182]Had beef on the streets, had to stay up [00:43.116]Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah [00:45.101]Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah [00:46.877] [00:47.060]Back in the day, man, a nigga had ripped jeans [00:49.045]Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seams [00:50.978]Couldn't think about the money, I had broke dreams [00:53.016]Outfit was the match of a crack fiend [00:54.975]I was tryna be fly, couldn't take off [00:57.039]Clothes falling off my ass, lost weight, dawg [00:59.050]No jacket in the winter, had the shakes, dawg [01:01.009]Then I said fu*k it 'cause something gone have to shake, dawg [01:03.021]Then my nigga, Bobby, put me on a quick lick [01:05.006]Wasn't a lot but enough for a quick fix [01:06.913]Interceptions I was stealing, caught me a pick six [01:08.951]In the snow pitching woe, bitch it was brick dick [01:10.936]Never killed, ain't gon' lie, I was tempted [01:12.973]He was the target but he lucky that I missed it [01:15.089]I was always fu*king up, was a misfit [01:17.022]My opportunity was knocking and I missed it [01:19.295]Young when I hopped off the stoop [01:20.732]Two doors what I floor, if I hop in the coupe [01:22.796]Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose [01:24.729]Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof [01:26.766]Resemble young Steele 'cause I got the juice [01:28.778]You think you Tupac, let Omar Epps loose [01:30.763]Stepping on neck with my Timberland boots [01:32.748]I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm growing in roots [01:34.786] [01:35.073]Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand [01:37.163]Thinking of a plan to get quick bands [01:39.174]Falling in deep with the quicksand [01:41.133]Flag out my ass, no quick brand [01:43.119]I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up [01:45.104]Had beef on the streets, had to stay up [01:47.116]Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah [01:49.022]Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah [01:50.851] [01:51.060]Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand [01:53.176]Thinking of a plan to get quick bands [01:55.187]Falling in deep with the quicksand [01:57.199]Flag out my ass, no quick brand [01:59.158]I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up [02:01.039]Had beef on the streets, had to stay up [02:03.050]Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah [02:05.062]Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah [02:06.733] [02:06.995]I remember chillin' at one of my little bitch crib [02:09.137]'Bout to fu*k, 'bout to nut, main course with the fixings [02:11.122]Her nigga came through, he was all on some bitch shit [02:13.081]Didn't know I was raw and my hands was so gifted [02:15.249]Boy had me chop, had get him a mix quick [02:17.052]Couple knots made him drop like he drunk or he lifted [02:19.116]Fought another nigga after I thought was some kinship [02:21.075]Throwing up both of our sets which ended the friendship [02:23.060]Give respect, neck to neck, my nigga didn't back down [02:25.098]Had em' standing up then he ended up back down [02:27.135]His hands in my life now they ended up flat now [02:29.120]Flat like a wing let's see if he flap now [02:31.132]Had enough it was tough, only lasted about one round [02:33.169]K.D. on the bench equipped with the tre pround [02:35.181]Made em' run, it was funny,he was scared of the gun sound [02:37.114]Made em' shit, he a bitch, by the car he was ducked down [02:39.178]I ain't got no time for the fakes [02:40.693]The phonies, jabrownies, the opps or the jakes [02:42.652]My homies the only who come past the gate [02:44.637]I'm whacking the weeds, cutting heads off of snakes [02:46.622]I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate [02:48.634]I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take [02:50.593]I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place [02:52.604]The reason I'm popping is all of the hate [02:54.825] [02:55.060]Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand [02:57.176]Thinking of a plan to get quick bands [02:59.083]Falling in deep with the quicksand [03:01.094]Flag out my ass, no quick brand [03:03.053]I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up [03:05.039]Had beef on the streets, had to stay up [03:07.024]Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah [03:09.036]Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah [03:10.760] [03:10.995]Since a jit stood tall with a kick stand [03:13.163]Thinking of a plan to get quick bands [03:15.122]Falling in deep with the quicksand [03:17.133]Flag out my ass, no quick brand [03:19.093]I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up [03:21.078]Had beef on the streets, had to stay up [03:23.037]Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, brah [03:25.049]Doing that put everything I love at stake, brah
