
时间:2021-05-07
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作词 : Amir Tillard/Jeremy Kulousek/Malik Jefferson/Stephen Luis Parker
作曲 : Amir Tillard/Jeremy Kulousek/Malik Jefferson/Stephen Luis Parker
Desert storm
November rain gang
I’m staying sane
Ya’ll eating be lemon meringue pie to get a dame
I catch a window pane
Jump in and I’m in the lane
It's Big bad nothing Muh****a
And You know the name
And they just paint on the walls of stalls
I took it all across the country
Just to yell it at all
I got bigger than they thought of me
I think I won the lottery
My whole house looking like it’s
Mother****ing made of pottery
What
What the **** you not knowing?
This is a system
Bet they see the distance
I just glisten, got em hissin’
If somebody missing not a issue
there’s a reason, copy
If they listen prollie Now I’m poppin,
Man somebody stop me
Used to be around just fish to eat,
And you could spot me
Used to go and cop around the lobby
Just to pop and ollie
Got a perfect, not me
I be talking just To Mari
Now I’m Hotter than wasabi
It’s a problem man
Somebody stop me
A&R’s be knocking
While the middle man is watching
Want me to sign the dotted line
Without no ownership to promise
Ain’t no way you catch me
Ballin’ off the record labels profit (No, No)
I just made a half a million
With no company behind me
(Hah, hah, hah)
You can catch me riding down my city
Where it’s hottest
Guthrie to Cadillac
Down La Ciengea I’m Mobbin'
To the studio
To link up with Amir
It’s perfect timing
Do my thing And carry my ass back home
Amir, I’m gone
What the **** you not knowing?
This is a system
Bet they see the distance
I just glisten, got em hissin’
If somebody missing not a issue
there’s a reason, copy
If they listen prollie Now I’m poppin,
Man somebody stop me
Used to be around just fish to eat,
And you could spot me
Used to go and cop around the lobby
Just to pop and ollie
Got a perfect, not me
I be talking just To Mari
Now I’m Hotter than wasabi
It’s a problem man
Somebody stop me
Post Pac and big pussy popping is popping now (wow)
I’m on my new age
B siding for slighted crowds
Rarely in rare apparent form
Matching competition
Then I figure the opposition was my decision
A big boy in a big boy
No hidden figure
I’ll lose a shot of my fame
Say where yo aim at
You better have a hit on your name
Cause nothing else matters
Like Lauryn hill being late to arenas
I’m Gilbert wit hands up cause I’m going in
Noted my pen is a deadly weapon if I’m a win
I got a reason to live
A meaning for breathing this very second
Pay the fare to take it there
Way further than millionaire
Ya baddest ***** is fried
Until I arrive with tithes and fear of god
Double 9 to 5, been trapping since 99
And you’ll get use to any beef when living with 5 guys