[00:00.00] 作词 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Alonzo Stevenson/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Alonzo Stevenson/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
[00:29.04]Ayo, where I'm from, these n!gga shoot ******* and kids (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[00:33.45]Megabus upstairs, I had it taped to my ribs (Ah)
[00:35.08]Stupid motherfxcker ain't find a brick in the fridge
[00:38.04]Only got 10K, fxck that, we goin' back, Lord
[00:41.66](Man, fxck that, man, we goin' back, I told you the fxckin' brick was in the fridge, yo)
[00:45.25]10K, fxck that, we goin' back, Lord (What's up, baby? Stroller)
[00:49.50]Pineapple Urus, ****ing purest (Ah
[00:50.70]Trench on, sh!t only came out in Europe (Ah)
[00:53.12]My shooter on syrup (Grr)
[00:54.25]Kicks I got on, you never heard of (Uh-uh)
[00:56.41]My Puerto Rican bitch from La Perl
[00:58.58]Rub the coke on my gums, that sh!t was magnifique (Ah)
[01:02.20]Hugged the plug, told him same time next week
[01:05.08]Jewelry fresh, the bitches all on my neck (Ah
[01:07.83]In the Guggenheim, I had the fold-up TEC (Grr)
[01:10.91]Fendi headband, I didn't break a sweat (Uh-uh)
[01:13.83]Same n!gga had Vicky eatin' out LaVette (Woo)
[01:16.79]There's Genovese all over (Ah)
[01:19.95]Wallabees cobra, graveyard shift Motorolas (Brr)
[01:22.41]Brick after brick after brick, Lord, game over (Ah)
[01:25.25]Ike just came home for a second time (Second time)
[01:28.62]Could've ****ed your bitch, I told her never mind (Told her never mind
[01:31.50]My team vicious, walk, talk, eat different (Ah)
[01:34.50]Got a whole brick, I had to remix it (Remix)
[01:37.62]Sh!t look like Jermaine Dupri whipped it (Whip)
[01:40.29]Talk Caesar, seasick, them ******s keep hittin' (Grr)
[01:43.12]Toss the F&N like a flea-flicker (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
[01:46.95]Preach, n!gga, they gettin' money while we richer
[01:48.79]Key flippers, Amiri jeans, Louis V slippers
[01:51.58]Out of town OG shippers to the weed pitchers
[01:54.29]You don't ever squeeze your blicker and that's where we differ (We ain't the same, n!ggas)
[01:57.33]I don't hesitate to bust my chrome
[01:59.70]Bar for bar, can't no n!gga touch my zone
[02:02.50]N!ggas know what the fxck I'm on
[02:04.70]Playin' spades in the county and n!ggas know not to touch my phone, yeah (Don't touch my phone)
[02:09.50]My plug a giant in New York, he got them things in (Ah)
[02:12.20]Send me thirteen to Cleveland, like the G-men (Hahaha)
[02:15.04]Griselda the championship team, we got the rings in (Yeah)
[02:18.00]Mad as fxck, my shooter got deported back to Kingston (It's fxcked up)
[02:21.08]Your pockets not deep enough, do not beef with us
[02:23.66]How can we be touched? You n!ggas don't got reach enough
[02:26.45]You not street enough, I will come through your block and I street sweep it up (Brr)
[02:30.12]Griselda, you n!ggas cannot eat with us, yeah
[02:33.00]That's something that I cannot preach enough (Yeah)
[02:35.58]40 on me, homie, I keep it tucked (Hah)
[02:37.62]I’ma keep it a buck (Yeah)
[02:39.08]If you a fxck n!gga, do not speak to us
[02:41.16]We got Flee with us
[02:42.37]Thirty shot Glocks'll heat sh!t up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[02:44.66]Machine
[03:07.66]Mind your business, n!gga, tuck your paper (Tuck that)
[03:10.08]When it's on, my shooter teflon a couple layers
[03:13.00]Every day I put on gold like a fxckin' Laker (Fxckin' Laker)
[03:15.95]Out west pushin' them foreign sh!ts up LaBrea (Skrrt)
[03:18.79]You know the outcome when your pedigree is Martin, Malcolm
[03:21.62]Don't 'preciate you, and when you dead, they study all your albums
[03:24.62]I was young and sonnin' them n!ggas that you call a thousand (Them n!ggas?)
[03:27.41]I was hustlin', frontin' them old n!ggas all them ounces (Where my money at?)
[03:30.29]Quarter brick under my mattress and my father found it (True story)
[03:33.16]Wanted me out, and all I did is make him call it down here (Come get this)
[03:36.04]I just put my dick in her mouth, you bought that ho Louboutins (**** you doin'?
[03:39.12]I caught a bomb in the A, but don't play for the Falcons (Nah)
[03:41.91]Ain't no linkin' back with n!ggas I had a fallin' out with (Fxck 'em)
[03:45.04]They only start that sh!t with you so they can talk about it (Talk about it)
[03:47.87]It's cool, and we can take it far as y'all allow it (What's poppin'?)
[03:50.87]I spin through, your Gucci hoodie gon' have chalk around it (Brr)
[03:53.54]Yeah, nah, I can't forget them traps that I had hostage (Had hostage)
[03:57.37]Walkin' 'round with your re-up in my back pocket (Hahahaha)
[04:00.37]I use your baby mama for a stash option
[04:03.37]I couldn't trust that b!tch, so she was my last option
[04:06.08]Uh, every time we drop, we gave hell to n!ggas (Gave hell to n!ggas)
[04:09.25]So they top five got all three Griselda members
[04:12.29]**** spot, a bunch of empty shells was in i
[04:15.20]How I make that brick jump? I had to put my elbow in it
[04:18.00]Let's go
[04:48.50]I ain't playin' no games (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[04:54.79]I said this is, my n!gga, this is my life, oh, sh!t (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[05:02.79]I said listen, listen (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[05:05.45]Never had a jump shot, but had a cold pen
[05:08.08]Papa was an old pimp that used to smoke Slims, uh
[05:10.91]I ain't the one for the tusslin'
[05:13.91]Quick to tell a nigga n!gga, "Do something, then
[05:16.79]Brown Timbs with the Polo fleece, uh
[05:19.45]Youngins pushin' packs, control those streets
[05:22.37]And po-po'll flash the lights tryna find these n!ggas
[05:25.33]Them ******* '80s turned me into a grimy nigga, oo
[05:29.66]It's all about the yams
[05:31.25]Mama always told me, "Pay your Uncle Sam"
[05:34.16]Single mother, always had us on the lam
[05:36.83]Livin' in them shelters, spaghetti and hot Spam, goddamn
[05:41.12]Pots down, catch the bus to Campton
[05:43.20]On my way to Sunday service with my n!ggas lampin'
[05:45.87]Mrs. Harris used to make a mean catfish
[05:48.95]We was teens, used to watch the fiends backflip
[05:51.79]Talkin' to themselves, sellin' they love
[05:54.16]That crack rock is a hell of a drug
[05:57.04]In the stash spot, never sell out your plug
[05:59.87]Anyone can get shot and killed, so I had to get out for real
[06:03.66]’Cause I'm in another zone
[06:05.45]You know the ghetto's home
[06:08.04]You know the ghetto's home
[06:11.00]You know the ghetto's home
[06:13.91]I’m in another zone
[06:14.79]You know the ghetto's home
[06:16.70]You know the ghetto's home
[06:19.70]You know the ghetto's home
[06:22.54]’Cause I'm in another zone
[06:25.54]You know the ghetto's home
[06:31.33]You know the ghetto's home
[06:34.37]You know the ghetto's home
[06:37.16]I’m in another zone
[06:40.33]You know the ghetto's home
[06:43.20]You know the ghetto's home
[06:46.08]You know the ghetto's home

作词 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Alonzo Stevenson/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
作曲 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Alonzo Stevenson/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
Ayo, where I'm from, these n!gga shoot ******* and kids (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Megabus upstairs, I had it taped to my ribs (Ah)
Stupid motherfxcker ain't find a brick in the fridge
Only got 10K, fxck that, we goin' back, Lord
(Man, fxck that, man, we goin' back, I told you the fxckin' brick was in the fridge, yo)
10K, fxck that, we goin' back, Lord (What's up, baby? Stroller)
Pineapple Urus, ****ing purest (Ah
Trench on, sh!t only came out in Europe (Ah)
My shooter on syrup (Grr)
Kicks I got on, you never heard of (Uh-uh)
My Puerto Rican bitch from La Perl
Rub the coke on my gums, that sh!t was magnifique (Ah)
Hugged the plug, told him same time next week
Jewelry fresh, the bitches all on my neck (Ah
In the Guggenheim, I had the fold-up TEC (Grr)
Fendi headband, I didn't break a sweat (Uh-uh)
Same n!gga had Vicky eatin' out LaVette (Woo)
There's Genovese all over (Ah)
Wallabees cobra, graveyard shift Motorolas (Brr)
Brick after brick after brick, Lord, game over (Ah)
Ike just came home for a second time (Second time)
Could've ****ed your bitch, I told her never mind (Told her never mind
My team vicious, walk, talk, eat different (Ah)
Got a whole brick, I had to remix it (Remix)
Sh!t look like Jermaine Dupri whipped it (Whip)
Talk Caesar, seasick, them ******s keep hittin' (Grr)
Toss the F&N like a flea-flicker (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Preach, n!gga, they gettin' money while we richer
Key flippers, Amiri jeans, Louis V slippers
Out of town OG shippers to the weed pitchers
You don't ever squeeze your blicker and that's where we differ (We ain't the same, n!ggas)
I don't hesitate to bust my chrome
Bar for bar, can't no n!gga touch my zone
N!ggas know what the fxck I'm on
Playin' spades in the county and n!ggas know not to touch my phone, yeah (Don't touch my phone)
My plug a giant in New York, he got them things in (Ah)
Send me thirteen to Cleveland, like the G-men (Hahaha)
Griselda the championship team, we got the rings in (Yeah)
Mad as fxck, my shooter got deported back to Kingston (It's fxcked up)
Your pockets not deep enough, do not beef with us
How can we be touched? You n!ggas don't got reach enough
You not street enough, I will come through your block and I street sweep it up (Brr)
Griselda, you n!ggas cannot eat with us, yeah
That's something that I cannot preach enough (Yeah)
40 on me, homie, I keep it tucked (Hah)
I’ma keep it a buck (Yeah)
If you a fxck n!gga, do not speak to us
We got Flee with us
Thirty shot Glocks'll heat sh!t up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Machine
Mind your business, n!gga, tuck your paper (Tuck that)
When it's on, my shooter teflon a couple layers
Every day I put on gold like a fxckin' Laker (Fxckin' Laker)
Out west pushin' them foreign sh!ts up LaBrea (Skrrt)
You know the outcome when your pedigree is Martin, Malcolm
Don't 'preciate you, and when you dead, they study all your albums
I was young and sonnin' them n!ggas that you call a thousand (Them n!ggas?)
I was hustlin', frontin' them old n!ggas all them ounces (Where my money at?)
Quarter brick under my mattress and my father found it (True story)
Wanted me out, and all I did is make him call it down here (Come get this)
I just put my dick in her mouth, you bought that ho Louboutins (**** you doin'?
I caught a bomb in the A, but don't play for the Falcons (Nah)
Ain't no linkin' back with n!ggas I had a fallin' out with (Fxck 'em)
They only start that sh!t with you so they can talk about it (Talk about it)
It's cool, and we can take it far as y'all allow it (What's poppin'?)
I spin through, your Gucci hoodie gon' have chalk around it (Brr)
Yeah, nah, I can't forget them traps that I had hostage (Had hostage)
Walkin' 'round with your re-up in my back pocket (Hahahaha)
I use your baby mama for a stash option
I couldn't trust that b!tch, so she was my last option
Uh, every time we drop, we gave hell to n!ggas (Gave hell to n!ggas)
So they top five got all three Griselda members
**** spot, a bunch of empty shells was in i
How I make that brick jump? I had to put my elbow in it
Let's go
I ain't playin' no games (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I said this is, my n!gga, this is my life, oh, sh!t (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I said listen, listen (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Never had a jump shot, but had a cold pen
Papa was an old pimp that used to smoke Slims, uh
I ain't the one for the tusslin'
Quick to tell a nigga n!gga, "Do something, then
Brown Timbs with the Polo fleece, uh
Youngins pushin' packs, control those streets
And po-po'll flash the lights tryna find these n!ggas
Them ******* '80s turned me into a grimy nigga, oo
It's all about the yams
Mama always told me, "Pay your Uncle Sam"
Single mother, always had us on the lam
Livin' in them shelters, spaghetti and hot Spam, goddamn
Pots down, catch the bus to Campton
On my way to Sunday service with my n!ggas lampin'
Mrs. Harris used to make a mean catfish
We was teens, used to watch the fiends backflip
Talkin' to themselves, sellin' they love
That crack rock is a hell of a drug
In the stash spot, never sell out your plug
Anyone can get shot and killed, so I had to get out for real
’Cause I'm in another zone
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home
I’m in another zone
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home
’Cause I'm in another zone
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home
I’m in another zone
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home
You know the ghetto's home