[00:00.000] 作曲 : Divalson smith
[00:00.738]Killers at my front door, that's all I know (Drac, you fired up)
[00:04.710]QRN
[00:08.143]And I'm on Mars right now
[00:10.331]Where would I be without this watch?
[00:12.050]Where would I be without this chain?
[00:13.753]Where would I be without my dwag?
[00:15.424]Where would I be without my gang?
[00:17.079]Where would I be if me and Pabb ain't never took that flight to LA?
[00:20.861]You'd be right here with me, nigga, instead of in the grave (Oh, oh)
[00:24.846]In the grave (Oh, oh)
[00:26.510]In the grave (Oh, oh)
[00:28.427]Lord knows, sometimes, I pray ('Times, I pray)
[00:31.444]'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
[00:33.178]'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
[00:35.442]Down low, drop to my knees and pray (I just pray)
[00:38.072]I just pray (I just pray)
[00:39.759]I just pray (I just pray)
[00:42.008]Slow-mo, I can't put down this drank (Down this drank)
[00:44.961]Down this drank (Down this drank)
[00:46.338]Down this drank (Down this drank)
[00:48.071]I swear brodie left me hurt inside
[00:50.627]Heart broke, they don't know what I'm feelin'
[00:52.268]My goal stack it tall to the ceilin'
[00:53.487]Nigga think that he wicked, he spoke on my nigga
[00:55.389]We all out of the window, hit him with extensions
[00:57.200]Okay, it's plenty problems on my mental
[00:58.841]I guess that I'm a product of the trenches
[01:00.591]We took a whole lot and made more money, know Pabb say he would've did it
[01:03.737]Niggas be cappin', takin' care of women
[01:05.455]Don't do shit for family, or neither they niggas
[01:07.329]Maserati truck, they think it's a rental
[01:08.954]My bro get away, he the realest
[01:10.545]When I walk through the door, I'ma smell like a million
[01:12.217]It's a quarter to four, signin' up with the killers
[01:14.096]The real ones label me the realest
[01:17.077]Where would I be without this watch?
[01:18.766]Where would I be without this chain?
[01:20.407]Where would I be without my dwag?
[01:22.092]Where would I be without my gang?
[01:23.766]Where would I be if me and Pabb ain't never took that flight to LA?
[01:27.517]You'd be right here with me, nigga, instead of in the grave (Oh, oh)
[01:31.282]In the grave (Oh, oh)
[01:32.968]In the grave (Oh, oh)
[01:35.219]Lord knows, sometimes, I pray ('Times, I pray)
[01:37.905]'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
[01:39.656]'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
[01:41.898]Down low, drop to my knees and pray (I just pray)
[01:44.860]I just pray (I just pray)
[01:46.738]I just pray (I just pray)
[01:48.391]Slow-mo, I can't put down this drank (Down this drank)
[01:51.667]Down this drank (Down this drank)
[01:53.011]Down this drank (Down this drank)
[01:54.761]I swear brodie left me hurt inside

作曲 : Divalson smith
Killers at my front door, that's all I know (Drac, you fired up)
QRN
And I'm on Mars right now
Where would I be without this watch?
Where would I be without this chain?
Where would I be without my dwag?
Where would I be without my gang?
Where would I be if me and Pabb ain't never took that flight to LA?
You'd be right here with me, nigga, instead of in the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
Lord knows, sometimes, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
Down low, drop to my knees and pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
Slow-mo, I can't put down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
I swear brodie left me hurt inside
Heart broke, they don't know what I'm feelin'
My goal stack it tall to the ceilin'
Nigga think that he wicked, he spoke on my nigga
We all out of the window, hit him with extensions
Okay, it's plenty problems on my mental
I guess that I'm a product of the trenches
We took a whole lot and made more money, know Pabb say he would've did it
Niggas be cappin', takin' care of women
Don't do shit for family, or neither they niggas
Maserati truck, they think it's a rental
My bro get away, he the realest
When I walk through the door, I'ma smell like a million
It's a quarter to four, signin' up with the killers
The real ones label me the realest
Where would I be without this watch?
Where would I be without this chain?
Where would I be without my dwag?
Where would I be without my gang?
Where would I be if me and Pabb ain't never took that flight to LA?
You'd be right here with me, nigga, instead of in the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
Lord knows, sometimes, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
Down low, drop to my knees and pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
Slow-mo, I can't put down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
I swear brodie left me hurt inside