[00:00.000] 作词 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie
[00:00.589] 作曲 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie
[00:01.178][Chorus: CHIKA]
[00:14.528]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip
[00:18.248]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips
[00:21.169]Don't cry, make hits, all net, no bricks
[00:25.219]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick (Be honest)
[00:28.465]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
[00:32.371]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
[00:35.824]Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
[00:39.517]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick
[00:43.454]Yeah
[00:44.123]
[00:44.426][Verse 1: CHIKA]
[00:44.772]This ain't no cap for no app, nigga, tell me the truth
[00:47.160]'Cause when we in person, you swear that you hurtin', so what you TL 'bout to do?
[00:50.497]Niggas be hella uncouth
[00:51.509]You ain't found no one to listеn but you know 'bout twelve that'll shoot
[00:54.418]Most of them, "Yеssin'" in hopes of the blessing that one day you gon' let them step in the booth, huh
[00:57.878]We both know that shit's a lie
[01:00.679]Loyalty look like a bribe
[01:02.145]You know the industry cold and so you gon' do what it takes to survive
[01:05.594]Meanin' you'll call me at any odd hour to vent but don't ever reach out to say, "Hi"
[01:09.745]Maybe that worked for a fan that don't know that they dope
[01:11.552]But not me, nigga, I'm twenty-five, huh
[01:13.237]Maybe I've gotten too old or, maybe the magic has died
[01:15.469]Maybe I learned that a hero was only amazin' before I could fly, huh
[01:20.258]Maybe my wings are a threat so you keepin' me close in case you take a dive
[01:23.706]And maybe I love you too much to go harder, or worse, I'm afraid we alike
[01:27.453][Chorus: CHIKA]
[01:27.897]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip
[01:30.732]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips
[01:34.237]Don't cry, make hits, all net, no bricks
[01:37.975]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick (Be honest)
[01:41.733]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
[01:45.288]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
[01:48.927]Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
[01:52.898]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick
[01:56.733]Yeah
[01:57.773][Verse 2: CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs]
[01:58.050]I'll dare myself to be real without fear that I'll say too much
[02:00.015]**** it, I'm sensitive
[02:01.491]Then I get mad, I get passive, sarcastic
[02:02.786]I know that I play too much, might hit the J too much
[02:04.207]Sue me, I'm human, in flawed, I am fluent
[02:05.981]A hot-headed b***h tearful shit, damn it, I'm humid
[02:07.697]I stay stackin' ammo, I know I won't use it
[02:09.345]A secret's a key and I'm likely to lose it
[02:11.181]Oh, chaos? I choose it
[02:12.308]I'm bored with the regular, even my psychotic episodes scheduled
[02:14.810]How I get everything I ever wanted but I still be green?
[02:17.560]Might as well call me elphaba
[02:18.807]Even the deadlines be too much for me
[02:20.296]And I'm only productive with shrooms in my tea
[02:21.941]And I'm perfectly fine with neglectin' my needs
[02:23.835]I'm a slave to the mental shit nobody see, yeah
[02:25.842]I think this shit's gotten old, I'm only here for the vibes (Yeah, yeah)
[02:29.902]Bored of complainin', I'm told that I'm drainin', depression? I'll keep it inside (Yeah)
[02:33.297]Nowadays, music about a few seconds that make you sway from side to side (Yeah)
[02:36.838]Why am I thinkin' so much 'bout my lyrics? For real, I'm just wastin' my time (Yeah)
[02:40.715][Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
[02:41.053]Lately, I don't pay attention, the rap shit is really a waste of my time, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[02:44.219]Homies fell off 'cause they thought it would come overnight, they was scared of the grind
[02:48.054]This loyalty shit is ficticious now
[02:49.500]Only see you with bottles and b*****s out
[02:51.281]And you do so much ****-eatin', can't really tell if you dressed for the hoes or the niggas now (Haha)
[02:55.117]So how do you feel me now? Cry me a river now
[02:58.609]I wish ninety percent of these rappers would go get a job application and fill it out (Fill it out, yeah)
[03:00.630]Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin' is callin' my ennemies snitches now (Haha)
[03:03.929]Man, this shit write itself, I don't script it out (Yeah)
[03:05.989]Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (Yeah)
[03:07.642]I was rollin' but picture me pimpin' (Yeah, yeah), now cry me a river now
[03:10.625]Peace to the game
[03:11.517]Rhyme still kill in the streets for the game
[03:13.051]But lately I've been chillin' with my kids
[03:14.645]'Cause a nigga 'bout to live then be six feet deep for the game
[03:16.684]Niggas goin' six feet deep for the fame
[03:18.362]End up in six by six for the clout
[03:20.241]A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
[03:22.101]So kill all the rest, let the real niggas out
[03:24.743]**** police, let a real nigga breathe
[03:26.136]Every day, they wanna see another nigga bleed (Yeah)
[03:27.880]So how I'm supposed to act when I'm black in traffic
[03:29.535]And they tryna wack me and I'm down on my knees?
[03:31.158]Niggas goin' six feet deep for the cheese
[03:32.963]End up in six by six for the clout
[03:34.960]A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
[03:36.991]So kill all the rest, let my real niggas out, let my real niggas out
[03:39.574][Chorus: CHIKA]
[03:39.832](Be honest)
[03:40.758]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
[03:42.833]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
[03:46.284]Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
[03:50.154]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick
[03:53.948]Yeah

作词 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie
作曲 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie
New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips
Don't cry, make hits, all net, no bricks
**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick (Be honest)
New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick
Yeah

This ain't no cap for no app, nigga, tell me the truth
'Cause when we in person, you swear that you hurtin', so what you TL 'bout to do?
Niggas be hella uncouth
You ain't found no one to listеn but you know 'bout twelve that'll shoot
Most of them, "Yеssin'" in hopes of the blessing that one day you gon' let them step in the booth, huh
We both know that shit's a lie
Loyalty look like a bribe
You know the industry cold and so you gon' do what it takes to survive
Meanin' you'll call me at any odd hour to vent but don't ever reach out to say, "Hi"
Maybe that worked for a fan that don't know that they dope
But not me, nigga, I'm twenty-five, huh
Maybe I've gotten too old or, maybe the magic has died
Maybe I learned that a hero was only amazin' before I could fly, huh
Maybe my wings are a threat so you keepin' me close in case you take a dive
And maybe I love you too much to go harder, or worse, I'm afraid we alike
New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips
Don't cry, make hits, all net, no bricks
**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick (Be honest)
New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick
Yeah
I'll dare myself to be real without fear that I'll say too much
**** it, I'm sensitive
Then I get mad, I get passive, sarcastic
I know that I play too much, might hit the J too much
Sue me, I'm human, in flawed, I am fluent
A hot-headed b***h tearful shit, damn it, I'm humid
I stay stackin' ammo, I know I won't use it
A secret's a key and I'm likely to lose it
Oh, chaos? I choose it
I'm bored with the regular, even my psychotic episodes scheduled
How I get everything I ever wanted but I still be green?
Might as well call me elphaba
Even the deadlines be too much for me
And I'm only productive with shrooms in my tea
And I'm perfectly fine with neglectin' my needs
I'm a slave to the mental shit nobody see, yeah
I think this shit's gotten old, I'm only here for the vibes (Yeah, yeah)
Bored of complainin', I'm told that I'm drainin', depression? I'll keep it inside (Yeah)
Nowadays, music about a few seconds that make you sway from side to side (Yeah)
Why am I thinkin' so much 'bout my lyrics? For real, I'm just wastin' my time (Yeah)
Lately, I don't pay attention, the rap shit is really a waste of my time, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Homies fell off 'cause they thought it would come overnight, they was scared of the grind
This loyalty shit is ficticious now
Only see you with bottles and b*****s out
And you do so much ****-eatin', can't really tell if you dressed for the hoes or the niggas now (Haha)
So how do you feel me now? Cry me a river now
I wish ninety percent of these rappers would go get a job application and fill it out (Fill it out, yeah)
Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin' is callin' my ennemies snitches now (Haha)
Man, this shit write itself, I don't script it out (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (Yeah)
I was rollin' but picture me pimpin' (Yeah, yeah), now cry me a river now
Peace to the game
Rhyme still kill in the streets for the game
But lately I've been chillin' with my kids
'Cause a nigga 'bout to live then be six feet deep for the game
Niggas goin' six feet deep for the fame
End up in six by six for the clout
A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all the rest, let the real niggas out
**** police, let a real nigga breathe
Every day, they wanna see another nigga bleed (Yeah)
So how I'm supposed to act when I'm black in traffic
And they tryna wack me and I'm down on my knees?
Niggas goin' six feet deep for the cheese
End up in six by six for the clout
A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all the rest, let my real niggas out, let my real niggas out
(Be honest)
New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick
Yeah