作词 : Chill Bro Music/Michael Taylor Perretta/James Clay Jones
作曲 : Chill Bro Music/Michael Taylor Perretta/James Clay Jones
My bottom line, you better read through it
I paid the fees to get presented with the keys to it
Niggas stupid, we avoid it at all cost
This life is just a gamble with car sharks and fraud loss
Be a lot of line breaching with false start
Cold Winter,
was Carhartt
The vision was God's art
So unexpected, I loved it more when we was young and reckless
The base, I bought it 'cause I swung with effort
I baked it gorgeous, did the
special
It's only 4 with a story, when,
how the portions split
Me against the force but I'm parred for all the courses
Filling voids with it
Through the heathens and crooks
From the cover, judge's story's ain't as sweet as it looks
Living through it, you just seeking a look
I'm really in this life
Product of the system, on the limb, I walk the thinnest one
A sinner son, my heart skip as frigid as the simple come
In the bliss of the ignorance, I done figured it out
Ain't had to get my hands dirty handing this **** out
Won inside at the title, that's a championship bout
Niggas ain't no shit, never did nothing but ran his mouth
Standing up in the freezing cold, I was camping out
When plans don't always go to plan, pan then even out
Weeding out all the snakes in this grass with this King Cobra
After that weedwhacker crack it come to leaf blowers
Thin rollers squashing all the beef
Smack him in his shit, with the chip and knock out all his teeth
These niggas ain't no killers, this a knockoff
This chopstick need a heart to top
Don't get knocked off 'cause the taken heat, don't even cross the lot
Ten foreigns looking like we pulling up in Autobots
Double cup in Maxwell house, this ain't no coffee shop
Keep the Magic Eraser, I can't get caught without it
Turn your block into a blackboard and put some chalk around it
Where we at?
