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  • 作词 : Harrow, Jason
    作曲 : Harrow, Jason
    [Intro] Yeah, it's
    Mr. Kardinal
    Yeah, Black
    Jays! Oh what? [Verse]
    Yo, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over
    I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder
    Your home boys told ya, flip your flows
    I fold, you can fertilize with the
    BS they sold ya
    I need papers for the style that
    I loaned ya
    Everybody's talkin' about they gettin' busy, why don't ya?
    Weak players in the game steady gettin' over
    I'm one of a kind, like side gills on a
    Rover First name
    Jay, but ain't similar to
    Hova My buzz is like rum mixed with
    Coca Cola
    My shine is incredible, versus a solar
    I'm sick like a seven-day-strain of
    Ebola I'm here!
    Yeah, *****! [Hook x2] (One more time)
    No doubt, when we on the block
    Because my ****** came ready to rock, boy [Verse]
    Step heavy like a lion through the jungle
    I'm lyin' if
    I told you that
    I wasn't raised humble
    I'm tryin', but
    I stumble,
    I try not to mumble
    So you can hear it loud stupid (Let's get ready to rumble)
    I'll serve you son, like
    I'm supposed to
    The only way
    I'm bi, is when
    I'm flyin' bicoastal
    Or buyin' fly wears,
    Nike Airs like most do
    I'm hotter, than the hotter, than the hotter,
    I'll roast you
    Got a good habit of doin' what you won't do
    Stop playin' girl, you know
    I ain't phoned you
    Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you
    I'm loco with the vocals, most dudes just local
    I'm here!
    Yeah, *****! [Hook x2] [Verse]
    Yo, rudeboys move in silence
    Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens
    I'm tryin' to be inspirin'
    But my 6'4", 220 has a lot of them kids perspirin' 'Nuff dudes firin', too many gettin' shot So swallow your pride *****, check whoever is hirin' The paper gangstas is who I'm admirin' Those who get paper alive, and still smilin' Y'all stay wildin', I'm tryin' to go the mile and I'm rough enough to break New York from Long Island If you a big man, why you actin' like a child? Pick up the pace, and put down the crack vial I'm here! Yeah, *****! [Hook x2]
  • 作词 : Harrow, Jason
    作曲 : Harrow, Jason
    [Intro] Yeah, it's
    Mr. Kardinal
    Yeah, Black
    Jays! Oh what? [Verse]
    Yo, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over
    I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder
    Your home boys told ya, flip your flows
    I fold, you can fertilize with the
    BS they sold ya
    I need papers for the style that
    I loaned ya
    Everybody's talkin' about they gettin' busy, why don't ya?
    Weak players in the game steady gettin' over
    I'm one of a kind, like side gills on a
    Rover First name
    Jay, but ain't similar to
    Hova My buzz is like rum mixed with
    Coca Cola
    My shine is incredible, versus a solar
    I'm sick like a seven-day-strain of
    Ebola I'm here!
    Yeah, *****! [Hook x2] (One more time)
    No doubt, when we on the block
    Because my ****** came ready to rock, boy [Verse]
    Step heavy like a lion through the jungle
    I'm lyin' if
    I told you that
    I wasn't raised humble
    I'm tryin', but
    I stumble,
    I try not to mumble
    So you can hear it loud stupid (Let's get ready to rumble)
    I'll serve you son, like
    I'm supposed to
    The only way
    I'm bi, is when
    I'm flyin' bicoastal
    Or buyin' fly wears,
    Nike Airs like most do
    I'm hotter, than the hotter, than the hotter,
    I'll roast you
    Got a good habit of doin' what you won't do
    Stop playin' girl, you know
    I ain't phoned you
    Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you
    I'm loco with the vocals, most dudes just local
    I'm here!
    Yeah, *****! [Hook x2] [Verse]
    Yo, rudeboys move in silence
    Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens
    I'm tryin' to be inspirin'
    But my 6'4", 220 has a lot of them kids perspirin' 'Nuff dudes firin', too many gettin' shot So swallow your pride *****, check whoever is hirin' The paper gangstas is who I'm admirin' Those who get paper alive, and still smilin' Y'all stay wildin', I'm tryin' to go the mile and I'm rough enough to break New York from Long Island If you a big man, why you actin' like a child? Pick up the pace, and put down the crack vial I'm here! Yeah, *****! [Hook x2]