[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jonathan King/David Brewster
[00:01.19]R.I.P. Freaky
[00:03.03]R.I.P. Mugga
[00:05.47]We gon' do it for y'all
[00:07.88]I don't understand these niggas Holiday Season
[00:11.04]I don't understand it
[00:12.44]Niggas looking at me like I'm from another planet
[00:15.10]This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it
[00:17.90]I just want to **** ain't got no time to be romantic
[00:20.70]Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom
[00:23.46]Grams had the smoker's two steppin' we was jammin'
[00:26.51]We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras
[00:29.03]Nobody gave me shit ,
[00:30.13]Feel a type of way when they comparing
[00:31.78]I'm nothing like these niggas,
[00:33.04]See him with they b***h, she staring
[00:34.50]I got a little chick run in Saks Fifth,
[00:36.48]Her name is Karen
[00:37.45]I gotta put these shades on
[00:38.66]In the club these diamonds glaring
[00:40.07]We all got guns who do you think you scaring
[00:42.91]If Mac in the rarri, Shooter gotta do the Mclaren
[00:45.75]Paid 1100 cash just so the bottom's red
[00:47.98]Jew told me bloody gaining weight,
[00:49.78]Hope he get out the feds
[00:50.86]Cut your hair,
[00:51.56]Gonna be hard to recognise you without your dreads
[00:53.62]Clientele slow with the pound,
[00:55.04]Here go an ounce instead
[00:56.42]Home invasions, homie over any amount of bread
[00:59.25]Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog,
[01:00.74]Make sure the house is dead
[01:02.08]I'ma flight risk, no ankle monitor, I prolly fled
[01:04.75]Claim you got the work with no job,
[01:06.25]Same shit that Tommy said
[01:07.57]I don't understand it,
[01:08.27]Before I ever got booked for any show, I was scammin'
[01:10.87]We was Wildin' Out way before I met Nick Cannon
[01:13.65]End up dead was boiling eggs in the morning,
[01:15.56]I was scrambling
[01:16.55]I got chased for my biggie,
[01:17.75]My cousin got shot for his Vanson
[01:19.22]When I was dead broke,
[01:20.29]None of these b*****s called me handsome
[01:22.03]I got my shit from Audebum,
[01:23.15]My cousin got his from Branson
[01:24.85]Couldn't sleep in the projects,
[01:25.88]Now I sleep up in a mansion
[01:27.47]Throwing parties in the Hamptons,
[01:28.94]All these sticks think we camping
[01:30.31]I'm serious as cancer, bartenders too boujee,
[01:34.05]I slid off with the dancers
[01:35.27]Strippers, I'm in LA, they treat me like a Clipper
[01:38.02]Laker, she ****ed my Gucci up with all that makeup
[01:40.79]Jacob would have been my jeweler
[01:42.95]During the Meech era (free Meech)
[01:44.19]These Cartiers help me see better,
[01:45.67]Rep three letters (HMV)
[01:46.93]I want my niggas all in ice until we need sweaters
[01:49.59]My whole gang gon' flip your wifey if she let us
[01:52.25]These diamonds on me, I got carets, I need lettuce
[01:55.20]I'm sending pictures,
[01:56.11]I write my niggas, they need letters
[01:57.89]You a op or a fiend, these Xans help be sleep better
[02:00.62]They wonder why I'm always in LA, cause Cali shit better
[02:03.58]I don't jack son, I really had a thing for Janet
[02:06.76]Talking all that tough shit, come around them niggas panic
[02:09.38]Watch how I dap niggas, cause I used to hand to hand it
[02:12.27]Got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus
[02:14.28]I don't understand it
[02:15.21]Niggas looking at me like I'm from a different planet
[02:17.91]This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it
[02:20.72]I just want to **** ain't got no time to be romantic
[02:23.45]Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom
[02:26.16]Grams had the smoker's two step and we was jammin'
[02:29.03]We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras
[02:31.79]Nobody gave me shit ,
[02:32.80]Feel a type of way when they comparing
[02:34.57]I'm nothing like these niggas,
[02:35.69]See him with they b***h, she staring
[02:37.34]I got a lil chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen
[02:40.18]I gotta

作曲 : Jonathan King/David Brewster
R.I.P. Freaky
R.I.P. Mugga
We gon' do it for y'all
I don't understand these niggas Holiday Season
I don't understand it
Niggas looking at me like I'm from another planet
This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it
I just want to **** ain't got no time to be romantic
Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom
Grams had the smoker's two steppin' we was jammin'
We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras
Nobody gave me shit ,
Feel a type of way when they comparing
I'm nothing like these niggas,
See him with they b***h, she staring
I got a little chick run in Saks Fifth,
Her name is Karen
I gotta put these shades on
In the club these diamonds glaring
We all got guns who do you think you scaring
If Mac in the rarri, Shooter gotta do the Mclaren
Paid 1100 cash just so the bottom's red
Jew told me bloody gaining weight,
Hope he get out the feds
Cut your hair,
Gonna be hard to recognise you without your dreads
Clientele slow with the pound,
Here go an ounce instead
Home invasions, homie over any amount of bread
Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog,
Make sure the house is dead
I'ma flight risk, no ankle monitor, I prolly fled
Claim you got the work with no job,
Same shit that Tommy said
I don't understand it,
Before I ever got booked for any show, I was scammin'
We was Wildin' Out way before I met Nick Cannon
End up dead was boiling eggs in the morning,
I was scrambling
I got chased for my biggie,
My cousin got shot for his Vanson
When I was dead broke,
None of these b*****s called me handsome
I got my shit from Audebum,
My cousin got his from Branson
Couldn't sleep in the projects,
Now I sleep up in a mansion
Throwing parties in the Hamptons,
All these sticks think we camping
I'm serious as cancer, bartenders too boujee,
I slid off with the dancers
Strippers, I'm in LA, they treat me like a Clipper
Laker, she ****ed my Gucci up with all that makeup
Jacob would have been my jeweler
During the Meech era (free Meech)
These Cartiers help me see better,
Rep three letters (HMV)
I want my niggas all in ice until we need sweaters
My whole gang gon' flip your wifey if she let us
These diamonds on me, I got carets, I need lettuce
I'm sending pictures,
I write my niggas, they need letters
You a op or a fiend, these Xans help be sleep better
They wonder why I'm always in LA, cause Cali shit better
I don't jack son, I really had a thing for Janet
Talking all that tough shit, come around them niggas panic
Watch how I dap niggas, cause I used to hand to hand it
Got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus
I don't understand it
Niggas looking at me like I'm from a different planet
This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it
I just want to **** ain't got no time to be romantic
Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom
Grams had the smoker's two step and we was jammin'
We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras
Nobody gave me shit ,
Feel a type of way when they comparing
I'm nothing like these niggas,
See him with they b***h, she staring
I got a lil chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen
I gotta