[00:00.00] 作曲 : Thebe Kgositsile/Mavi/ovrkast.
[00:00.35] 制作人 : ovrkast.
[00:00.71] 作词 : Thebe Kgositsile/Mavi/ovrkast.
[00:01.07]Tryna, tryna
[00:02.51]Tryna
[00:06.04]Man, lost my dog in staircase
[00:09.57]Took the highest spot on the podium
[00:11.45]Ghost bitches prolly smokin' to the thought of knowin' us
[00:14.10]They lost a part of growin' up
[00:15.27]Smartest, learned I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
[00:18.04]Use the clips, ain't used to disrespect, 'cause we carried enough
[00:20.85]I promise I buried the grudge, preparing and carrying grub
[00:23.36]Larry Hoops, I was lost in the alley
[00:25.63]In the air, but now I sunk
[00:26.88]I spun to the loss of my grandmama, buried the dunk
[00:29.78]Send 'bout a prayer a month, through the above
[00:32.32]Bitches moody but they view at the funk
[00:33.96]Ain't shit to do, they play with food,
[00:35.50]They rhyme and Rubik's for fun
[00:36.66]But I do what I want, ayy
[00:38.31]And I rue what it was later, allude it as such
[00:40.50]Confusedly up with paper, I'm shootin' ones with the judges
[00:43.40]The same as my brother been with a muzzle,
[00:45.53]That's from the cradle
[00:46.56]So we goin' to the grave with this shit
[00:48.29]If we join the second line of ancestors
[00:49.99]And hand us a drum, loaded, a second time
[00:52.12]Somethin' scary 'bout airin' out the shit I compress
[00:54.24]The fair game, the fair now, the causes
[00:56.33]An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
[00:58.74]And all greater conquest that takes our partner to rest
[01:01.25]My partner, my partner spawned with a bitch red
[01:03.38]I'm all on they neck, 'till my car parks, pardon it, fresh
[01:05.93]Smart with a few bitches, sparkin' that large percentages
[01:08.29]Was all to the wind, the losses come as often as wins
[01:10.90]And impossibly thick
[01:12.45]Don't got a job, I only ball off pick-six
[01:14.70]I ball with fresh bitches,
[01:15.74]Lowry had shit lit, it's Christmas
[01:17.35]I only know six bitches been lyin', but we ain't gon' mention
[01:19.86]Who in the stu' and started sweating',
[01:21.57]Told 'em, \"It's the kitchen\"
[01:22.81]You know the rules, and we know how to shoot the loopholes
[01:25.46]Who go boop-a-loop, and my kid, though got the kid
[01:27.89]And you gon' juug a boogaloo
[01:28.82]I been spittin' to rhyme the answer,
[01:30.15]Not definitive, I just cramped it
[01:31.60]I was gifted with words, oh damn,
[01:32.96]I took my lumps, my bruises, moved
[01:34.40]What the **** are you to do?
[01:35.89]Every time a bitch didn't spot me
[01:37.49]I had to figure out my own thing
[01:39.58]Now we at the precipice droppin'
[01:41.76]Harry Potter with the Dub-D's
[01:43.88]Magic hands, bitch, what cheese
[01:45.99]Had a chance, then it crushed me
[01:48.13]We gon' get it by all means
[01:49.81]Rest in piece to my rocks, G
[01:52.19]Raw fruit in the box, seeds
[01:54.18]Let go, then I got wings
[01:56.13]I'm seein' red, I'ma charge
[01:57.99]You seein' red 'cause you salty
[02:00.10]I keep the tears out my mind, reach
[02:02.26]I put my fears in a box, like a prayer that you won't read
[02:05.54]Spirited Away, the whole thing
[02:08.25]Tearin' away, I won't leave
[02:10.45]See you starin' into old beefs
[02:12.67]Ticket booths, where they told me
[02:14.52]Thickest thorns on the roses
[02:16.59]Pistons roarin' like I'm Rasheed
[02:18.49]Pistons roarin' like I'm Ben Wallace
[02:20.75]Pistons roarin' like Chauncey
[02:22.68]Billups, somethin', 'cause I been drivin'
[02:24.66]Every time a bitch didn't spot me
[02:26.77]I had to figure out my own thing
[02:28.46]Now we at the precipice droppin'
[02:29.46] 编程 : Ovrkast
[02:29.94] 母带工程师 : Chris Athens
[02:30.43] 人声 : Mavi/Earl Sweatshirt
[02:30.92] 混音工程师 : Thebe Kgositsile
[02:31.40] 混音师 : Joe Visciano

作曲 : Thebe Kgositsile/Mavi/ovrkast.
制作人 : ovrkast.
作词 : Thebe Kgositsile/Mavi/ovrkast.
Tryna, tryna
Tryna
Man, lost my dog in staircase
Took the highest spot on the podium
Ghost bitches prolly smokin' to the thought of knowin' us
They lost a part of growin' up
Smartest, learned I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
Use the clips, ain't used to disrespect, 'cause we carried enough
I promise I buried the grudge, preparing and carrying grub
Larry Hoops, I was lost in the alley
In the air, but now I sunk
I spun to the loss of my grandmama, buried the dunk
Send 'bout a prayer a month, through the above
Bitches moody but they view at the funk
Ain't shit to do, they play with food,
They rhyme and Rubik's for fun
But I do what I want, ayy
And I rue what it was later, allude it as such
Confusedly up with paper, I'm shootin' ones with the judges
The same as my brother been with a muzzle,
That's from the cradle
So we goin' to the grave with this shit
If we join the second line of ancestors
And hand us a drum, loaded, a second time
Somethin' scary 'bout airin' out the shit I compress
The fair game, the fair now, the causes
An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
And all greater conquest that takes our partner to rest
My partner, my partner spawned with a bitch red
I'm all on they neck, 'till my car parks, pardon it, fresh
Smart with a few bitches, sparkin' that large percentages
Was all to the wind, the losses come as often as wins
And impossibly thick
Don't got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I ball with fresh bitches,
Lowry had shit lit, it's Christmas
I only know six bitches been lyin', but we ain't gon' mention
Who in the stu' and started sweating',
Told 'em, \"It's the kitchen\"
You know the rules, and we know how to shoot the loopholes
Who go boop-a-loop, and my kid, though got the kid
And you gon' juug a boogaloo
I been spittin' to rhyme the answer,
Not definitive, I just cramped it
I was gifted with words, oh damn,
I took my lumps, my bruises, moved
What the **** are you to do?
Every time a bitch didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
Harry Potter with the Dub-D's
Magic hands, bitch, what cheese
Had a chance, then it crushed me
We gon' get it by all means
Rest in piece to my rocks, G
Raw fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
I'm seein' red, I'ma charge
You seein' red 'cause you salty
I keep the tears out my mind, reach
I put my fears in a box, like a prayer that you won't read
Spirited Away, the whole thing
Tearin' away, I won't leave
See you starin' into old beefs
Ticket booths, where they told me
Thickest thorns on the roses
Pistons roarin' like I'm Rasheed
Pistons roarin' like I'm Ben Wallace
Pistons roarin' like Chauncey
Billups, somethin', 'cause I been drivin'
Every time a bitch didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
编程 : Ovrkast
母带工程师 : Chris Athens
人声 : Mavi/Earl Sweatshirt
混音工程师 : Thebe Kgositsile
混音师 : Joe Visciano