[00:00.000] 作词 : Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Karel Jorge/Tegan Chambers
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Karel Jorge/Tegan Chambers
[00:10.405]Hey, hey
[00:14.841]Word of advice
[00:16.245]Always remember where you came from, nah mean?
[00:20.170]'Cause, they just gon' remember how you came up
[00:22.541]I remember days when I was down, I had to get up
[00:24.998]Been watchin' all these niggas count they wins, I got my shit up
[00:27.839]I ain't never folded, never snitch, and never b***h up
[00:30.591]And anytime I'm walkin' down that strip I got my chin up
[00:33.716]Better keep that shit tucked 'cause, nigga, they will brush you
[00:36.513]And you won't catch me trustin' none of these hoes 'cause they don't love you
[00:39.258]I had to go and take a couple Ls before the W
[00:42.284]And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to **** you
[00:45.119]School made me wear uniform been tryna change my ways
[00:47.681]I end up gettin' kicked out 'cause they sayin' I'm in a gang
[00:50.673]Coach want me to stay on ball but that wasn't my way
[00:53.472]I had none to lose I'll take you to the grave
[00:56.413]I'll send you to the grave
[00:57.783]I'll send you to that pavement
[00:59.299]A nigga came from dirt and my neck look like a glacier
[01:02.098]'Member she was stuntin' now she on me like a laser
[01:04.894]But I'm a paper chaser, the ladies come in favor (ayy, ayy)
[01:07.926]Free up all my brothers missin' Christmas 'cause they locked in
[01:11.445]Ain't no point in sellin' bread on New Years 'cause they boxed in
[01:14.383]Before I started ballin' I would always get some shots in (baow, baow)
[01:18.412]I'm talkin' Glock 10's
[01:21.491]Ridin' round with my shooters
[01:23.860]Talkin' out your mouth, they finna do ya
[01:26.511]Shawty she a baddie finna scoop up
[01:29.253]Might **** her in the back of that Uber
[01:32.706]Ayy, we gon' crash out
[01:35.167]Henny got me litty, she gon' tap out
[01:37.913]If I fly into my city I might cash out
[01:40.569]But you won't catch me lovin' on no b***h
[01:43.327]I remember days when I was down, I had to get up
[01:45.134]Been watchin' all these niggas count they wins, I got my shit up
[01:47.740]I ain't never folded, never snitch, and never b***h up
[01:50.628]And anytime I'm walkin' down that strip I got my chin up
[01:53.660]Better keep that shit tucked 'cause, nigga, they will brush you
[01:56.362]And you won't catch me trustin' none of these hoes 'cause they don't love you
[01:59.249]I had to go and take a couple Ls before the W
[02:02.090]And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to **** you
[02:06.115]Makin' plays, call a huddle
[02:07.728]Like when you're by yourself I bet them tears could make a puddle
[02:10.529]I told you be yourself don't give a **** if they gon' judge you
[02:13.365]They say I'm way too humble, I'm just tryin' not to fumble
[02:16.260]Swear mama used to hate me, she said, "Boy, you nothin' but trouble"
[02:19.152]I grew up in the jungle, I can shoot and I could tussle
[02:21.995]If I don't really love her she couldn't pay me to cuddle
[02:24.881]And I done took some Ls but I ain't trip that shit was subtle
[02:27.777]Like once I get that call up I bound to go in
[02:30.292]She want love, I'm talkin' deeper than the ocean
[02:33.188]Uh, I still keep a Glock I'll still a throw shit
[02:36.084]Uh, you can't say you love me gotta show it (ayy)
[02:39.104]I remember days when I was down, I had to get up
[02:42.365]Been watchin' all these niggas count they wins, I got my shit up
[02:45.015]I ain't never folded, never snitch, and never b***h up
[02:48.050]And anytime I'm walkin' down that strip I got my chin up
[02:50.889]Better keep that shit tucked 'cause, nigga, they will brush you
[02:53.462]And you won't catch me trustin' none of these hoes 'cause they don't love you
[02:56.378]I had to go and take a couple Ls before the W
[02:59.299]And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to **** you
[03:06.513]If you want me to **** you
[03:12.200]If you want me to **** you

作词 : Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Karel Jorge/Tegan Chambers
作曲 : Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Karel Jorge/Tegan Chambers
Hey, hey
Word of advice
Always remember where you came from, nah mean?
'Cause, they just gon' remember how you came up
I remember days when I was down, I had to get up
Been watchin' all these niggas count they wins, I got my shit up
I ain't never folded, never snitch, and never b***h up
And anytime I'm walkin' down that strip I got my chin up
Better keep that shit tucked 'cause, nigga, they will brush you
And you won't catch me trustin' none of these hoes 'cause they don't love you
I had to go and take a couple Ls before the W
And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to **** you
School made me wear uniform been tryna change my ways
I end up gettin' kicked out 'cause they sayin' I'm in a gang
Coach want me to stay on ball but that wasn't my way
I had none to lose I'll take you to the grave
I'll send you to the grave
I'll send you to that pavement
A nigga came from dirt and my neck look like a glacier
'Member she was stuntin' now she on me like a laser
But I'm a paper chaser, the ladies come in favor (ayy, ayy)
Free up all my brothers missin' Christmas 'cause they locked in
Ain't no point in sellin' bread on New Years 'cause they boxed in
Before I started ballin' I would always get some shots in (baow, baow)
I'm talkin' Glock 10's
Ridin' round with my shooters
Talkin' out your mouth, they finna do ya
Shawty she a baddie finna scoop up
Might **** her in the back of that Uber
Ayy, we gon' crash out
Henny got me litty, she gon' tap out
If I fly into my city I might cash out
But you won't catch me lovin' on no b***h
I remember days when I was down, I had to get up
Been watchin' all these niggas count they wins, I got my shit up
I ain't never folded, never snitch, and never b***h up
And anytime I'm walkin' down that strip I got my chin up
Better keep that shit tucked 'cause, nigga, they will brush you
And you won't catch me trustin' none of these hoes 'cause they don't love you
I had to go and take a couple Ls before the W
And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to **** you
Makin' plays, call a huddle
Like when you're by yourself I bet them tears could make a puddle
I told you be yourself don't give a **** if they gon' judge you
They say I'm way too humble, I'm just tryin' not to fumble
Swear mama used to hate me, she said, "Boy, you nothin' but trouble"
I grew up in the jungle, I can shoot and I could tussle
If I don't really love her she couldn't pay me to cuddle
And I done took some Ls but I ain't trip that shit was subtle
Like once I get that call up I bound to go in
She want love, I'm talkin' deeper than the ocean
Uh, I still keep a Glock I'll still a throw shit
Uh, you can't say you love me gotta show it (ayy)
I remember days when I was down, I had to get up
Been watchin' all these niggas count they wins, I got my shit up
I ain't never folded, never snitch, and never b***h up
And anytime I'm walkin' down that strip I got my chin up
Better keep that shit tucked 'cause, nigga, they will brush you
And you won't catch me trustin' none of these hoes 'cause they don't love you
I had to go and take a couple Ls before the W
And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to **** you
If you want me to **** you
If you want me to **** you