[00:00.00] 作曲 : Rahkeim Calief Meyer
[00:00.15]Niggas know
[00:04.17]I'm the ****ing best, word up!
[00:07.92]Can't **** with me, straight up!
[00:12.15]You know we getting it, straight up!
[00:18.18]I stay close to the
[00:19.26]Baretta Folks that wave toast, know better
[00:23.25]Gross cheddar, cut it up
[00:25.17]Throw it in the shredder
[00:26.16]Hoes sniff lines off of broken mirrors
[00:30.42]I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented
[00:32.79]You hope to try to dip it like
[00:34.47]Emmitt Your image is translucent like a bent ceiling
[00:38.31]I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon
[00:41.22]Gun wielding,
[00:42.15]I’m on the low,
[00:43.32]I feel shielded
[00:44.40]But that’s a false sense of fulfillment
[00:46.98]Debts are paid in the death parade
[00:49.47]Shots are exchanged from the
[00:51.09]Escalade My late father’s name in the chest, engraved
[00:54.84]A pound and three grams
[00:56.55]With the necklace weighed
[00:57.63]Man, a character
[01:00.00]Get clapped up in your
[01:00.93]Challenger
[01:01.68]The glock 9’s black with the silencer
[01:04.56]I’m a bachelor flip pies without the spatula
[01:07.62]You died in the
[01:08.40]Valentine bitches
[01:10.05]Crime ambassador
[01:11.79]My capturers channel my spirit
[01:13.92]Through the shrine in
[01:14.73]Africa I fly past like a time traveler
[01:18.51]CHORUS It all boils down to that green mama
[01:22.23]Niggas squeeze llamas
[01:23.37]Just to seize dollars
[01:25.23]D’s and Impalas, street scholars
[01:28.02]Hopping out of
[01:28.83]V’s with them clean
[01:29.79]Prada’s Sip pina coladas
[01:32.10]With a mean goddess
[01:34.02]We eastsiders, jeans is knotted
[01:35.70]Niggas don't want it
[01:37.05]Like the H
[01:37.80]IV virus, word up!
[01:39.39]Wounds and bandages, food and ****ing
[01:44.67]Money management, advantages, damages
[01:47.52]The Spanish fans break banisters
[01:49.47]Gates, and parameters
[01:50.85]They see us wearing chains and amulets
[01:53.28]Handle this, evangelist condo in
[01:55.89]Los Angeles
[01:56.88]That kind of dough will hold your hand a pimp
[01:59.25]Once away at my descent, my hair is rich
[02:02.25]I forever swear to spit that
[02:03.69]Blair Witch
[02:04.86]Bare witness to rare shit
[02:06.48]Stare Benzes like airships
[02:08.22]You can’t get this pimping out a pamphlet
[02:10.83]Millionaire hand print from a tan prince
[02:13.89]The gear you wear get rinsed
[02:15.48]Buy the tec wit the air vents
[02:17.49]I caress the wood gear shift
[02:19.44]You’re weak tomb won’t move me
[02:20.67]Not a ****ing inch
[02:22.29]Spit your zucchini tear swift
[02:24.15]Your CTS, tail spent
[02:26.07]BBS rim well bend
[02:29.04]Man of the cloth
[02:30.63]That bullshit endless talk ran its course
[02:33.84]Blam fours til you abandoned the fort
[02:36.12]Got birds like
[02:37.38]Le Coq Sport at the port
[02:39.48]Salt water on the yacht floorboard
[02:41.61]Popping wine cork
[02:43.02]These are just a crime boss thoughts (CHORUS)
[02:49.53]Yeah, yeah bitch!
[02:53.43]East Coast shit!
[02:58.68]**** with me!

作曲 : Rahkeim Calief Meyer
Niggas know
I'm the ****ing best, word up!
Can't **** with me, straight up!
You know we getting it, straight up!
I stay close to the
Baretta Folks that wave toast, know better
Gross cheddar, cut it up
Throw it in the shredder
Hoes sniff lines off of broken mirrors
I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented
You hope to try to dip it like
Emmitt Your image is translucent like a bent ceiling
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon
Gun wielding,
I’m on the low,
I feel shielded
But that’s a false sense of fulfillment
Debts are paid in the death parade
Shots are exchanged from the
Escalade My late father’s name in the chest, engraved
A pound and three grams
With the necklace weighed
Man, a character
Get clapped up in your
Challenger
The glock 9’s black with the silencer
I’m a bachelor flip pies without the spatula
You died in the
Valentine bitches
Crime ambassador
My capturers channel my spirit
Through the shrine in
Africa I fly past like a time traveler
CHORUS It all boils down to that green mama
Niggas squeeze llamas
Just to seize dollars
D’s and Impalas, street scholars
Hopping out of
V’s with them clean
Prada’s Sip pina coladas
With a mean goddess
We eastsiders, jeans is knotted
Niggas don't want it
Like the H
IV virus, word up!
Wounds and bandages, food and ****ing
Money management, advantages, damages
The Spanish fans break banisters
Gates, and parameters
They see us wearing chains and amulets
Handle this, evangelist condo in
Los Angeles
That kind of dough will hold your hand a pimp
Once away at my descent, my hair is rich
I forever swear to spit that
Blair Witch
Bare witness to rare shit
Stare Benzes like airships
You can’t get this pimping out a pamphlet
Millionaire hand print from a tan prince
The gear you wear get rinsed
Buy the tec wit the air vents
I caress the wood gear shift
You’re weak tomb won’t move me
Not a ****ing inch
Spit your zucchini tear swift
Your CTS, tail spent
BBS rim well bend
Man of the cloth
That bullshit endless talk ran its course
Blam fours til you abandoned the fort
Got birds like
Le Coq Sport at the port
Salt water on the yacht floorboard
Popping wine cork
These are just a crime boss thoughts (CHORUS)
Yeah, yeah bitch!
East Coast shit!
**** with me!