[00:00.000] 作词 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Radric Davis/Ricky Hampton
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Radric Davis/Ricky Hampton
[00:12.559]Finesse, too hard
[00:15.068]A million dollars don't excite me (at all)
[00:16.824]Model b*****s can't entice me (at all)
[00:18.579]Still a street nigga, white jumpsuit, black Glock, dirty white Nikes
[00:22.092]Still'll put them things in a rental (finesse 'em)
[00:24.099]Crack his head down the middle (I got 'em)
[00:25.854]And I'm certified everywhere I go (go)
[00:27.607]I don't need a vouch, I'm official (I'm him)
[00:29.612]They wanna stop me, like Jeffrey Simmons (Jeffrey Simmons)
[00:31.367]I'm from Memphis, I grew up and walked to Simmons (eastside)
[00:33.123]If you ain't from the block, you the opposition (opposition)
[00:34.881]If you weren't sellin' dope, you was killin' and pimpin' (pimp)
[00:37.137]Robbin' and stealin' (rob), whatever to get it, just get it (just get it)
[00:39.395]Ain't just on me, it's in me (in me)
[00:40.901]I speak the truth, I'm the realest
[00:42.154]I ain't just dedicated, I'm committed (committed)
[00:44.161]Pull up, white polo-tee, Palm Angels sweat, VVS baguettes, they know I was next
[00:47.924]Locked down, twenty-three hours, one hour wrecked, look at me now
[00:51.437]Everything together (everything), if I changed, I changed for the better
[00:54.949]Everybody won't shine with me, but we ain't stayin' in the rain together
[00:58.210]Can't hang together (go)
[00:59.213]Gucci finessin', these niggas regressin'
[01:00.969]Call me a clone, but I call it progressin' (well, damn)
[01:02.975]I went to jail and it taught me a lesson
[01:04.731]I took a bird and turned it to a blessin'
[01:06.738]Wop got a fetish for chasin' the lettuce
[01:08.245]She try finesse me to get some baguetties (ho)
[01:10.251]Niggas pathetic, diss me and regret it
[01:12.255]I took the cash and let them take the credit (wow)
[01:14.012]Life is hectic, keep it kosher steady, don't need no medic (woo)
[01:18.373]Lost in Vegas, I ain't sweat it, picked up a bag and I ain't bet it (no)
[01:21.387]My niggas rich with millions, but we felons
[01:23.143]Your niggas did the killings, but they tellin' (p***y)
[01:25.150]Every time I hit the county, I was sellin'
[01:26.905]Brother front the pack, I was seven (true)
[01:28.662]Matter of fact, I was into .7s
[01:30.669]Jay showin' love, call me Kevin
[01:32.424]Forgive me, Lord, I really need a reverend (huh)
[01:34.181]Play with Wop, you're on your way to heaven (Lord)
[01:36.186]Gucci pulled up in a 911 (skrrt)
[01:37.944]Raisin' terror, like it's 9/11 (yoom)
[01:39.702]Took a nigga weapon without a weapon (wow)
[01:41.712]He screamin', "Help, " but knowin' they can't help him (it's Gucci)

作词 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Radric Davis/Ricky Hampton
作曲 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Radric Davis/Ricky Hampton
Finesse, too hard
A million dollars don't excite me (at all)
Model b*****s can't entice me (at all)
Still a street nigga, white jumpsuit, black Glock, dirty white Nikes
Still'll put them things in a rental (finesse 'em)
Crack his head down the middle (I got 'em)
And I'm certified everywhere I go (go)
I don't need a vouch, I'm official (I'm him)
They wanna stop me, like Jeffrey Simmons (Jeffrey Simmons)
I'm from Memphis, I grew up and walked to Simmons (eastside)
If you ain't from the block, you the opposition (opposition)
If you weren't sellin' dope, you was killin' and pimpin' (pimp)
Robbin' and stealin' (rob), whatever to get it, just get it (just get it)
Ain't just on me, it's in me (in me)
I speak the truth, I'm the realest
I ain't just dedicated, I'm committed (committed)
Pull up, white polo-tee, Palm Angels sweat, VVS baguettes, they know I was next
Locked down, twenty-three hours, one hour wrecked, look at me now
Everything together (everything), if I changed, I changed for the better
Everybody won't shine with me, but we ain't stayin' in the rain together
Can't hang together (go)
Gucci finessin', these niggas regressin'
Call me a clone, but I call it progressin' (well, damn)
I went to jail and it taught me a lesson
I took a bird and turned it to a blessin'
Wop got a fetish for chasin' the lettuce
She try finesse me to get some baguetties (ho)
Niggas pathetic, diss me and regret it
I took the cash and let them take the credit (wow)
Life is hectic, keep it kosher steady, don't need no medic (woo)
Lost in Vegas, I ain't sweat it, picked up a bag and I ain't bet it (no)
My niggas rich with millions, but we felons
Your niggas did the killings, but they tellin' (p***y)
Every time I hit the county, I was sellin'
Brother front the pack, I was seven (true)
Matter of fact, I was into .7s
Jay showin' love, call me Kevin
Forgive me, Lord, I really need a reverend (huh)
Play with Wop, you're on your way to heaven (Lord)
Gucci pulled up in a 911 (skrrt)
Raisin' terror, like it's 9/11 (yoom)
Took a nigga weapon without a weapon (wow)
He screamin', "Help, " but knowin' they can't help him (it's Gucci)