作词 : Marlo DeMore 作曲 : plusNONE I came from the rain And when i say the rain I’m really talking about that pain That pain when your mother left Or when your brother dead Or where your father went When it wasn’t obvious
He never loved you like he said he did I could never be an autobot when I’m a Pessimist Prime
Deception from my niggas i can’t tolerate They know me better then my enemies and conversate
That’s not a real word and this is not a real world Road rules In a ’02 Pathfinder, it was jet black On North Jerusalem moving 10 bags
Temp tags , driving through your city like my brakes bad Niggas never liked me and I hate that Straight jab Catch 2 pops like a gay dad
And I don’t like you too At your funeral in nike suit Ever since Wale made nike boots
I been the most proficient I’m not nice, niggas know to listen My bitch a yellow bone, I’m Homer Simpson We in a dope position
Yea So tell these rap niggas run it like we 4th and inches I Need that verse money I need that rest in peace shirt money Been a long time that you ain’t heard from me So expect the worst from me My son do enough dirt to make the earth ugly
So Call Captain Planet Happenstances gave me mass advances Still I’m dealing with the backup dancers Niggas know i sound like drake with the ab enhancements So I better find your loving bitch Other side of my island is still suffering Survivor’s guilt Sheet over the bodies is comprised of silk Niggas know I’m outside, we ran out of milk So how could you doubt me still
作词 : Marlo DeMore 作曲 : plusNONE I came from the rain And when i say the rain I’m really talking about that pain That pain when your mother left Or when your brother dead Or where your father went When it wasn’t obvious
He never loved you like he said he did I could never be an autobot when I’m a Pessimist Prime
Deception from my niggas i can’t tolerate They know me better then my enemies and conversate
That’s not a real word and this is not a real world Road rules In a ’02 Pathfinder, it was jet black On North Jerusalem moving 10 bags
Temp tags , driving through your city like my brakes bad Niggas never liked me and I hate that Straight jab Catch 2 pops like a gay dad
And I don’t like you too At your funeral in nike suit Ever since Wale made nike boots
I been the most proficient I’m not nice, niggas know to listen My bitch a yellow bone, I’m Homer Simpson We in a dope position
Yea So tell these rap niggas run it like we 4th and inches I Need that verse money I need that rest in peace shirt money Been a long time that you ain’t heard from me So expect the worst from me My son do enough dirt to make the earth ugly
So Call Captain Planet Happenstances gave me mass advances Still I’m dealing with the backup dancers Niggas know i sound like drake with the ab enhancements So I better find your loving bitch Other side of my island is still suffering Survivor’s guilt Sheet over the bodies is comprised of silk Niggas know I’m outside, we ran out of milk So how could you doubt me still
