[00:00.000] 作词 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist/Brandon Paak Anderson
[00:00.355] 作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist/Brandon Paak Anderson
[00:00.710][Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
[00:05.965]Check, uh
[00:08.349]Right, uh
[00:11.526]It's a lotta, uh
[00:13.157]It's a lotta, uh
[00:15.032]It's a lotta, it's a lotta
[00:16.261]
[00:16.485][Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
[00:16.922]It's a lotta cold nights, hunger pangs in this bitch
[00:19.346]Water whippin' on some 'caine in this bitch
[00:21.034]Robbin' when ain't shit to slang in this bitch
[00:22.980]It's a lotta, it's a lotta cold tears, hard times in this bitch
[00:26.844]Murder can't stay off my mind in this bitch
[00:28.744]Ain't no love, she gon' reside in this bitch
[00:30.692]Wakin' up to cold sweats, I'm soakin' wet
[00:32.540]Ain't got the stomach or the mind for this shit
[00:34.446]You ever had to work the dope line, see your homie mom stand in the line for this shit?
[00:38.224]It's a lotta, it's a lotta choppas, lotta dirty guns in this bitch
[00:42.005]It's all fun and games 'til a nigga need to bail out and ain't got the funds in this bitch
[00:45.836]****-ass nigga, only comin' 'round me when you're down on your luck-ass nigga
[00:49.793]Ask who the **** I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga
[00:53.725]Poppin' in another clip and if they catch me slippin', least I never ducked nan', nigga
[00:57.570]Ask who the **** I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga
[01:01.250]Get the switches, got the bitches mixin' up the fent' and dirtied up the dishes
[01:05.187]Customary obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
[01:09.004]Suck me in the drop on 26s, **** a phone or video, some bitches
[01:12.379]Ask who the **** I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust these bitches, yeah
[01:16.224]
[01:16.408][Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
[01:17.284]Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[01:20.809]You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[01:24.443]It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[01:28.781]Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[01:32.551]It's a lotta, it's a lotta niggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[01:35.958]It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, but, I wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[01:40.183]Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[01:43.608]No flatter (Yeah), pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah)
[01:46.467]
[01:46.667][Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
[01:47.364]Shit is scary, obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
[01:51.175]Dippin' in a dunk on 26s, mixin' up the fent', we dirtied up the dishes
[01:54.981]It's a lot of, it's a lot of stab wounds, scars, stitches on my body
[01:58.734]Niggas wanna take the spirit out my body, took the hit but I ain't snitchin' on nobody
[02:02.553]****-ass nigga, I done whipped across the map to get a nigga whacked, I crossed a couple timezones
[02:07.131]Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
[02:10.877]Feel like niggas never really met a plug, all imaginary Pablos
[02:14.930]Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
[02:18.532]It's a lot of **** niggas false-flaggin' on the gang, steady duckin' calls
[02:22.209]Hope them niggas changed, on the 'Gram, cloutin' off a nigga's name
[02:24.952]It's a lotta, it's a lotta, said it's a lot of niggas fightin' versus one of me
[02:29.196]Before I run off, they gon' have to murder me
[02:30.805]I reminisce on what this shit did done to me
[02:32.878]A lotta white sheet, yellow tape dreams
[02:34.816]When your life a nightmare, you can't dream
[02:36.870]So instead of runnin', tryna chase dreams
[02:38.612]I was makin' sure the safe clean
[02:40.596]It's a lotta, niggas on the state team
[02:42.919]Givin' white sheet, yellow tape dreams
[02:45.055]Tie a nigga up, 'cause I don't chase dreams
[02:46.373]I was makin' sure the safe clean, it's a lot
[02:48.551]
[02:48.800][Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
[02:49.139]Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[02:52.643]You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[02:56.220]It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[02:59.815]Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[03:03.836]It's a lotta, it's a lotta niggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[03:07.566]It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, but, I wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[03:11.579]Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
[03:15.474]No flatter, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah)

作词 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist/Brandon Paak Anderson
作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist/Brandon Paak Anderson
Check, uh
Right, uh
It's a lotta, uh
It's a lotta, uh
It's a lotta, it's a lotta

It's a lotta cold nights, hunger pangs in this bitch
Water whippin' on some 'caine in this bitch
Robbin' when ain't shit to slang in this bitch
It's a lotta, it's a lotta cold tears, hard times in this bitch
Murder can't stay off my mind in this bitch
Ain't no love, she gon' reside in this bitch
Wakin' up to cold sweats, I'm soakin' wet
Ain't got the stomach or the mind for this shit
You ever had to work the dope line, see your homie mom stand in the line for this shit?
It's a lotta, it's a lotta choppas, lotta dirty guns in this bitch
It's all fun and games 'til a nigga need to bail out and ain't got the funds in this bitch
****-ass nigga, only comin' 'round me when you're down on your luck-ass nigga
Ask who the **** I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga
Poppin' in another clip and if they catch me slippin', least I never ducked nan', nigga
Ask who the **** I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga
Get the switches, got the bitches mixin' up the fent' and dirtied up the dishes
Customary obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
Suck me in the drop on 26s, **** a phone or video, some bitches
Ask who the **** I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust these bitches, yeah

Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta niggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, but, I wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter (Yeah), pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah)

Shit is scary, obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
Dippin' in a dunk on 26s, mixin' up the fent', we dirtied up the dishes
It's a lot of, it's a lot of stab wounds, scars, stitches on my body
Niggas wanna take the spirit out my body, took the hit but I ain't snitchin' on nobody
****-ass nigga, I done whipped across the map to get a nigga whacked, I crossed a couple timezones
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
Feel like niggas never really met a plug, all imaginary Pablos
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
It's a lot of **** niggas false-flaggin' on the gang, steady duckin' calls
Hope them niggas changed, on the 'Gram, cloutin' off a nigga's name
It's a lotta, it's a lotta, said it's a lot of niggas fightin' versus one of me
Before I run off, they gon' have to murder me
I reminisce on what this shit did done to me
A lotta white sheet, yellow tape dreams
When your life a nightmare, you can't dream
So instead of runnin', tryna chase dreams
I was makin' sure the safe clean
It's a lotta, niggas on the state team
Givin' white sheet, yellow tape dreams
Tie a nigga up, 'cause I don't chase dreams
I was makin' sure the safe clean, it's a lot

Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta niggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, but, I wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah)