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作曲 : Wunnie Lee/Jacob Canady
This **** colossoal，you what i’m sayin’
Watch me prosper，nigga
（ATL Jacob，ATL Jacob）
**** ’em if they left, 'cause everything is alright
Pain all i felt，but shit，i’m alright
The pain never left，but i’ma be alright
This pain still there，but we gon’ be alright
Grab my shovel，start diggin’
They weren’t diggin’ me（swear），i can dig it（Oh Yeah）
Oh now you feelin’ me（swear），i can feel it（swear）
They envy，i’m winnin’，it’s killin’，no kizzy（Yeah）
Baby boy，no Wayne，no ceilings
Baby boy，from rags to riches
Baby Boy，i had to get it
Long as they print it，baby boy gettin’ it
I admit it，i’m the one that did it（Yeah Yeah）
Feel like i’ve been walkin’ down bleveland for a minute
But now i ride with switches
But i can’t be talkin’ ’bout that type **** that type **** right there send a nigga to penitentiary
They hate ’cause i’m from cleveland
Oops，i meant bleveland
I’m not Quando, ain’t nothin’ rolled, ***** I’m bleedin’
Actin’ like you throw，what you drinkin’，nigga？
Give me a reason
Glocks with us and glocks with them
Pop at us，we droppin’ him
He flex，he bang，he think he gang，he come around we robbin’ him
I done hit a whole licks with my partner dem
We done did a whole lotta shit，that’s why they shoppin’ here on god
Even though i’ve been player，i’m talkin’ ’bout been player
I can’t lie like ain’t got asthma，but smoke i inhale
I know i’m in hell
Everywhere they say the Slime couldn’t go，you know i went there（No Cap），we really went there
Okay i heard the boy want smoke with me（On God）
You ain’t even approach a G
He know it ain’t no approachin’ me
I’ma leave his ass where the roaches be
Checkmate，leave your ass right where you standin’（Crazy）
You got served plus you know these diamonds dancin‘
Lil Durk，what’s happenin’？
Young Thug what’s happenin’？
Rudy what’s happenin’？
Big Boo what’s happenin’？
Droptop coupe，lookin’ for who？What’s brackin？
Let’s get it brackin，what’s happenin’？
Baby boy，no Wayne，no ceilings
Baby boy，from rags to riches
Baby Boy，i had to get it
Long as they print it，baby boy gettin’ it
Baby boy，no Wayne，no ceilings
Baby boy，from rags to riches
Baby Boy，i had to get it
Long as they print it，baby boy gettin’ it
I’m mastermind（Yeah），look how mastered mine
They say slow money better than no money，but want the faster kind
Won’t play with yours so don’t play with mine，you’ll be a bastard dyin’（****head）
Don’t try
**** my feelings, out my feelings 'cause I’m living now
I pop shit，no wheelies now，hotboxes to millions now
From hotboxes to millions now
And that’s no kinini
Back then there wasn’t beef，now shawty poppin’，now they want beef with me
Free Wayne，he showed me the trackhawk
Big Boo really showed me the traphouse
Free Tay and Clock，they showed me how to duck and pull that strap out
My dawg gone，but he still told ’em not to tap out
Damn，Rudy why you tap out？
I was out，but now i’m back in my feelings
Feel like i gotta do a whole lotta killing
Just to get some healin’ nigga
I can’t lie，that **** there killed me，nigga
I’ma make ’em feel it，nigga
It’s better livin’ soon
It’s better livin’ soon
It’s better livin’ soon
I’m talkin’ ’bout soon
I hope it’s soon
I say better livin’，better livin’，better livin’，better livin’
for all us
I’m talking ’bout all us
