作词 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos 作曲 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos I remember days at my grandma's house Sleeping on the couch, whole fam on the ground Dirty lil' ***** in the back talk down But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out Got em' all mad. Get a bag! You broke! I been off that. It's sad, you know? Seen you on the gram. Stand back. ***** pose! I'm about to shoot a mag. Click, clack. You Vogue! Said you don't need a scrub. That's why you a stank hoe! I don't do the club. Rather pull up to the bank hoe You won't get a crumb from me. Pockets on that Panko Shawty want the love. Feeling up like it's the tank low Lame hoe. Better lay low Looking like a peso. Keeping it a bank note Better take notes. I been all about a bank roll Check the pay roll. I'm an a-hole, but I ain't broke! Lately I been like **** you pay me Hate me all you want. *****, go crazy Ladies all on my **** too hasty Save me! All of them want my baby Daily mother ****ers talk fugazi Shady. Talk shit? *****, 180 Face me! Nothing you say gon' phase me Wake me when somebody don't betray me Long time coming and I'm better than I ever been And I got my team on my back like a letter man They ain't wanna let him in. Left me in the rain with the mic Something like I was a weatherman Running up the paper like the pacer Torn ripped Chuck Taylors to fits tailored Treat a ***** like a drink sir. Never chase her **** the game. I could knock it up the way I'm putting in labor Now, run it back one time I was down bad, but it runs in the blood line Shoot it out back. Think it's done, but it ducked by I would shout Dad, but nobody once come by Never been a tough guy Never sold work. Boy I did it. Yeah I bust mine But got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide Bussing mother ****ers like a table when it's lunch time So without rap, you would see me in the front lines I'm that mother ****er used to being in the background No one understood me, now they feel me like a pat down Once was a rookie but got a bag now Hip-hop champ! Need the belt like a bad child No time for *****es who wanna act out Or these mother ****ers befriending me for a hand out! What I need is when I look into that crowd To see you head bob like a ***** when I glance down I know you mad! I know you still want me back! I know you keeping them tabs on all of my raps That shit is pathetic in fact That shit is embarrassing Talk to yo therapist You and yo mama can suck a fat hairy ****! Where was the parenting? Choke on yo arrogance Me and yo money? There ain't no comparison
[00:00.00] 作词 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos [00:00.00] 作曲 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos [00:00.00] I remember days at my grandma's house [00:14.79]Sleeping on the couch, whole fam on the ground [00:16.53]Dirty lil' ***** in the back talk down [00:17.97]But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out [00:19.86]Got em' all mad. Get a bag! You broke! [00:21.48]I been off that. It's sad, you know? [00:23.04]Seen you on the gram. Stand back. ***** pose! [00:24.66]I'm about to shoot a mag. Click, clack. You Vogue! [00:26.25]Said you don't need a scrub. That's why you a stank hoe! [00:28.20]I don't do the club. Rather pull up to the bank hoe [00:29.82]You won't get a crumb from me. Pockets on that Panko [00:31.41]Shawty want the love. Feeling up like it's the tank low [00:33.24]Lame hoe. Better lay low [00:34.32]Looking like a peso. Keeping it a bank note [00:36.00]Better take notes. I been all about a bank roll [00:37.62]Check the pay roll. I'm an a-hole, but I ain't broke! [00:39.66]Lately I been like **** you pay me [00:41.34]Hate me all you want. *****, go crazy [00:43.02]Ladies all on my **** too hasty [00:44.61]Save me! All of them want my baby [00:46.26]Daily mother ****ers talk fugazi [00:47.91]Shady. Talk shit? *****, 180 [00:49.56]Face me! Nothing you say gon' phase me [00:51.24]Wake me when somebody don't betray me [00:52.89]Long time coming and I'm better than I ever been [00:54.66]And I got my team on my back like a letter man [00:56.28]They ain't wanna let him in. Left me in the rain with the mic [00:58.11]Something like I was a weatherman [00:59.19]Running up the paper like the pacer [01:00.57]Torn ripped Chuck Taylors to fits tailored [01:02.25]Treat a ***** like a drink sir. Never chase her [01:03.93]**** the game. I could knock it up the way I'm putting in labor [01:06.03]Now, run it back one time [01:07.05]I was down bad, but it runs in the blood line [01:08.67]Shoot it out back. Think it's done, but it ducked by [01:10.32]I would shout Dad, but nobody once come by [01:11.97]Never been a tough guy [01:12.81]Never sold work. Boy I did it. Yeah I bust mine [01:14.46]But got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide [01:16.14]Bussing mother ****ers like a table when it's lunch time [01:17.79]So without rap, you would see me in the front lines [01:19.50]I'm that mother ****er used to being in the background [01:21.15]No one understood me, now they feel me like a pat down [01:22.89]Once was a rookie but got a bag now [01:24.42]Hip-hop champ! Need the belt like a bad child [01:26.25]No time for *****es who wanna act out [01:27.75]Or these mother ****ers befriending me for a hand out! [01:29.52]What I need is when I look into that crowd [01:30.93]To see you head bob like a ***** when I glance down [01:33.87]I know you mad! I know you still want me back! [01:35.97]I know you keeping them tabs on all of my raps [01:37.95]That shit is pathetic in fact [01:39.18]That shit is embarrassing [01:40.14]Talk to yo therapist [01:40.98]You and yo mama can suck a fat hairy ****! [01:42.66]Where was the parenting? [01:43.44]Choke on yo arrogance [01:44.31]Me and yo money? There ain't no comparison
