[00:00.000] 作词 : Kyle Metcalfe/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Shante Scott Franklin
[00:00.014] 作曲 : Kyle Metcalfe/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Shante Scott Franklin
[00:00.029] I can give a **** the shit you on
[00:01.695] But I'm really tryna put you on
[00:03.503] Finally got this *****, I'm finally gone
[00:05.305] Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
[00:07.103] I can give a **** the shit you on
[00:08.792] But I'm really tryna put you on
[00:10.495] Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
[00:12.251] Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
[00:13.413]
[00:14.093] Take two, take one
[00:15.130] Chillin' in the cut with my son and his baby mama
[00:17.359] I was gonna hit the road but I'm staying longer
[00:19.019] Doing whatever the **** I wanna do when I wanna do it
[00:20.831] People thinking they know it but they never knew it
[00:22.456] What it be like, the spotlight
[00:23.443] The hot takes and long nights
[00:24.739] Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright
[00:27.373] I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight
[00:29.478] Knowing everything gon' be alright, that K. Dot 2015
[00:31.777] It seem the art that I make over they heads like the Sistine
[00:33.975] It really feel like ain't nobody ever listening
[00:35.782] That's why I do it for me and the homies and nobody else
[00:37.883] Making beats in my room by myself
[00:39.223] Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
[00:41.297] But I make the best shit when I'm all alone in my room
[00:43.885] College Park coming soon
[00:44.735] In the dark going off to the tune and the 808 boom
[00:46.803] I stay with the trees like a baboon
[00:48.290] Flow kinda fast but it's chill like a pocket full of valium
[00:50.385] Head up in the clouds but I'm coming down soon, yeah
[00:53.119]
[00:53.734] I can give a **** the shit you on
[00:55.505] But I'm really tryna put you on
[00:57.234] Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
[00:59.054] Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
[01:00.788] I can give a **** the shit you on
[01:02.678] But I'm really tryna put you on
[01:04.462] Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
[01:06.356] Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
[01:07.007]
[01:08.075] Lowkey tryna get trophies with my dawgs (Woof)
[01:10.628] Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on the front of a billboard (Soon)
[01:14.199] Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it, nigga, let's get it
[01:17.700] I'm tryna get a brand new coupe, she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it
[01:21.238] (Wheels spinnin')
[01:21.923] While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy
[01:24.578] If you a hater, then get the **** up out the way
[01:26.427] I only hang with my teammates
[01:27.901] Pass the ball to me, mane
[01:29.212] (My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah, all them stick to the code)
[01:33.093] (If you start fakin' over here), I look you dead in the soul and tell you
[01:35.980]
[01:36.660] I can give a **** the shit you on
[01:38.536] But I'm really tryna put you on
[01:40.186] Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
[01:42.009] Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
[01:43.909] I can give a **** the shit you on
[01:45.698] But I'm really tryna put you on
[01:47.462] Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
[01:49.208] Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
[01:50.174]
[02:00.252] She was in and out my suite all fashion week
[02:03.136] Studio up in here, sweet, I was crashin' beats
[02:05.624] 'Cause the paper don't sleep and my loved ones have knees
[02:08.654] And my son need everything I never had times three
[02:11.939] You's a cold mother****er, my homies always remind me
[02:14.903] They lift me up like that bomb weed
[02:17.139] And this palm never found seas
[02:18.876] Just nugs, that's buzz, probably spoke of retirement
[02:22.596] Dawg, all we get out of it was a "Best of..."
[02:24.626] Uh, greatest, here's some real lies
[02:26.960] If you can still make time for the family playin'
[02:29.490] But still make time for blazin' shit
[02:31.156] Inspirational ass mother****er, ask my brother
[02:34.507] Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
[02:37.213] Rolls Royces by the gutter
[02:38.693] Bad ***** itchin' to send her buns on the butter
[02:42.043] Like her but I don't love her
[02:43.711] Push her to do better but I don't shove her
[02:46.220] Besides, your *****, she's watchin' Deep Cover
[02:49.074] Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel

作词 : Kyle Metcalfe/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Shante Scott Franklin
作曲 : Kyle Metcalfe/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Shante Scott Franklin
I can give a **** the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally got this *****, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a **** the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
Take two, take one
Chillin' in the cut with my son and his baby mama
I was gonna hit the road but I'm staying longer
Doing whatever the **** I wanna do when I wanna do it
People thinking they know it but they never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight
The hot takes and long nights
Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright
I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight
Knowing everything gon' be alright, that K. Dot 2015
It seem the art that I make over they heads like the Sistine
It really feel like ain't nobody ever listening
That's why I do it for me and the homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when I'm all alone in my room
College Park coming soon
In the dark going off to the tune and the 808 boom
I stay with the trees like a baboon
Flow kinda fast but it's chill like a pocket full of valium
Head up in the clouds but I'm coming down soon, yeah
I can give a **** the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a **** the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
Lowkey tryna get trophies with my dawgs (Woof)
Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on the front of a billboard (Soon)
Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it, nigga, let's get it
I'm tryna get a brand new coupe, she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it
(Wheels spinnin')
While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy
If you a hater, then get the **** up out the way
I only hang with my teammates
Pass the ball to me, mane
(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah, all them stick to the code)
(If you start fakin' over here), I look you dead in the soul and tell you
I can give a **** the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a **** the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this *****, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
She was in and out my suite all fashion week
Studio up in here, sweet, I was crashin' beats
'Cause the paper don't sleep and my loved ones have knees
And my son need everything I never had times three
You's a cold mother****er, my homies always remind me
They lift me up like that bomb weed
And this palm never found seas
Just nugs, that's buzz, probably spoke of retirement
Dawg, all we get out of it was a "Best of..."
Uh, greatest, here's some real lies
If you can still make time for the family playin'
But still make time for blazin' shit
Inspirational ass mother****er, ask my brother
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls Royces by the gutter
Bad ***** itchin' to send her buns on the butter
Like her but I don't love her
Push her to do better but I don't shove her
Besides, your *****, she's watchin' Deep Cover
Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel