[00:00.000] 作词 : Herbert Wright/Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Herbert Wright/Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May
[00:05.366]Uh
[00:08.163]Yeah, uh
[00:10.259]Let's get it
[00:11.161]This for my dawgs layin' down the road
[00:13.533]Real teammate, don't mind playin' down the role
[00:16.181]This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
[00:19.136]Right back poppin' out outside, however it fold
[00:22.033]This for them soldiers, I'm forever stayin' on my toes
[00:25.009]Think it's crazy, I chase opps before I chase my goals
[00:27.684]Since I was baby, I felt like I knew the life I chose
[00:30.777]I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my Rolls
[00:33.710]Put that on my soul and I got a pure soul
[00:36.621]Say your team full of shooters, we don't play a zone
[00:39.555]And I never needed help, sometimes I stay alone
[00:42.371]But I'ma make it home, gotta kill to make it home
[00:45.256]How the **** I'm wrong?
[00:46.323]Glock full plan to break his bones
[00:48.062]I told my youngin' if he drill about it, don't gon' make a song
[00:50.599]And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong
[00:51.942]'Cause them homicides be takin' long
[00:53.864]My dawg had called me from up top and sayin' he made it home
[00:56.337]And I was tellin' him that he thinkin' wrong
[00:57.759]'Cause we real **** hangin' on till the end
[01:00.780]He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
[01:03.499]And I said I got a half a mil', I'm lockin' in
[01:06.000]Knowin' how he feel, I'm treatin' his case like I was him
[01:08.828]No cap
[01:09.409]Seen a half a mil' before the labels heard my name
[01:12.359]Too much on my brain, ain't chase no fame, I had that flame
[01:15.225]All the nights I came out it was dangerous, I can't name
[01:18.195]I was born to run shit, ****, I can't change
[01:20.622]Made my first check, ain't buy my moms a house, ain't buy no chains
[01:24.188]I was on some young shit, I was on some dumb shit
[01:26.973]**** who I **** with, if I call, they come quick
[01:29.829]**** run up, dump shit, **** buy my son shit
[01:32.611]Early mornin' in L.A., see me, might be with my son
[01:35.503]Pop out solo late at night, I got two guns
[01:38.429]Bulletproof 'Lac in the 'Raq, who gon' do sum'n?
[01:41.161]**** up 50k in Saks and it's just two of us
[01:43.757]This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old
[01:45.883]I think it's crazy I lost my soul before I lost my pole
[01:48.814]I had to see if it's real, I touched him in the coffin cold
[01:51.616]I'm watchin' his momma cry, he layin' there in the coffin froze
[01:54.277]This drillin' shit like all we know
[01:55.677]**** ain't even cool with us actin' like they cool with us
[01:58.451]Shit so deep, don't even know who to trust, shit, it's only a few of us
[02:01.403]Picked up heat, got ahead first in **** beef, ain't have shit to do with us
[02:04.256]Now you hatin' on me, tryna slime me 'cause the lamb got slime seats
[02:07.254]Even though I'm rich, I'm grimy, you know where to find me
[02:10.072]All the **** you think behind you, I'll put 'em behind me
[02:12.955]Ain't worried 'bout no **** slidin' on me, I be like five deep
[02:15.834]Walk in the strip joint, they grabbin' me, I spend like a dime a week
[02:18.656]They just love the rocks and gold
[02:20.522]I just love I made it hear, I came from lockin' and loadin'
[02:22.955]You know that
[02:23.256]This for my youngin', eighteen and he lost his soul
[02:26.157]This for my **** older than me, ain't get to ball this old
[02:28.346]Ain't get to ball this old
[02:29.185]And I put that on my soul
[02:32.022]Neck froze, heart froze, we was walkin' froze
[02:35.011]Kevlar whips for days, when we couldn't walk with poles
[02:37.790]Some of my **** who got killed walkin' with the hoes
[02:40.823]We got AR's sticks talkin' to the hoes
[02:43.642]Everything I got legit, everywhere I'm ridin' tint
[02:46.569]Anythin' I speak my mind 'bout, I come outside with
[02:49.466]Dignity what I was born with, that's what I'm dyin' with
[02:52.949]This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old
[02:56.001]This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old
[02:58.820]This for my dawgs ain't get to ball this old
[03:01.786]This for my—
[03:02.856]This for my—
[03:04.552]This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old

作词 : Herbert Wright/Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May
作曲 : Herbert Wright/Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May
Uh
Yeah, uh
Let's get it
This for my dawgs layin' down the road
Real teammate, don't mind playin' down the role
This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
Right back poppin' out outside, however it fold
This for them soldiers, I'm forever stayin' on my toes
Think it's crazy, I chase opps before I chase my goals
Since I was baby, I felt like I knew the life I chose
I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my Rolls
Put that on my soul and I got a pure soul
Say your team full of shooters, we don't play a zone
And I never needed help, sometimes I stay alone
But I'ma make it home, gotta kill to make it home
How the **** I'm wrong?
Glock full plan to break his bones
I told my youngin' if he drill about it, don't gon' make a song
And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong
'Cause them homicides be takin' long
My dawg had called me from up top and sayin' he made it home
And I was tellin' him that he thinkin' wrong
'Cause we real **** hangin' on till the end
He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
And I said I got a half a mil', I'm lockin' in
Knowin' how he feel, I'm treatin' his case like I was him
No cap
Seen a half a mil' before the labels heard my name
Too much on my brain, ain't chase no fame, I had that flame
All the nights I came out it was dangerous, I can't name
I was born to run shit, ****, I can't change
Made my first check, ain't buy my moms a house, ain't buy no chains
I was on some young shit, I was on some dumb shit
**** who I **** with, if I call, they come quick
**** run up, dump shit, **** buy my son shit
Early mornin' in L.A., see me, might be with my son
Pop out solo late at night, I got two guns
Bulletproof 'Lac in the 'Raq, who gon' do sum'n?
**** up 50k in Saks and it's just two of us
This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old
I think it's crazy I lost my soul before I lost my pole
I had to see if it's real, I touched him in the coffin cold
I'm watchin' his momma cry, he layin' there in the coffin froze
This drillin' shit like all we know
**** ain't even cool with us actin' like they cool with us
Shit so deep, don't even know who to trust, shit, it's only a few of us
Picked up heat, got ahead first in **** beef, ain't have shit to do with us
Now you hatin' on me, tryna slime me 'cause the lamb got slime seats
Even though I'm rich, I'm grimy, you know where to find me
All the **** you think behind you, I'll put 'em behind me
Ain't worried 'bout no **** slidin' on me, I be like five deep
Walk in the strip joint, they grabbin' me, I spend like a dime a week
They just love the rocks and gold
I just love I made it hear, I came from lockin' and loadin'
You know that
This for my youngin', eighteen and he lost his soul
This for my **** older than me, ain't get to ball this old
Ain't get to ball this old
And I put that on my soul
Neck froze, heart froze, we was walkin' froze
Kevlar whips for days, when we couldn't walk with poles
Some of my **** who got killed walkin' with the hoes
We got AR's sticks talkin' to the hoes
Everything I got legit, everywhere I'm ridin' tint
Anythin' I speak my mind 'bout, I come outside with
Dignity what I was born with, that's what I'm dyin' with
This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old
This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old
This for my dawgs ain't get to ball this old
This for my—
This for my—
This for my dawg ain't get to ball this old