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[00:00.000] 作词 : Craig Johnson Jr.
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Craig Johnson Jr.
[00:02.817]You're crazy
[00:03.469]I need to have no more
[00:04.816]I need to have no ****
[00:07.728]I need to have no more
[00:10.056]Woke gang
[00:10.807]Aye, uh, I made a difference in my section
[00:14.032]Kids watching me, I really hope they get the message
[00:16.796]Prosecutor tryna give me hate for this weapon
[00:19.592]Walking down the 7, bunch of anger and depression
[00:22.283]Clutch it on this .45, I shittin' with the reverend
[00:25.131]**** love to pop hot shit and then totally restin'
[00:27.870]Love it when I see how I'm goin', they get the message
[00:30.454]I need a side Z in these forces, we really steppin'
[00:33.134]We pourin' out so much wine, this tris ain't really hittin'
[00:35.955]We keep the hittin' bein' amigos just for the bitches
[00:38.991]Hate it from a bunch of **** **** who ain't feelin' me
[00:41.730]Run a **** down in his arm with this .40 piece
[00:44.615]I got his bitch, she want my bitch, I'm in a different league
[00:47.340]I counted up, I stack it up, she can't believe the trees
[00:50.156]I care for real **** that make it to see twenty-three
[00:53.065]Uh, uh
[00:56.334]I'm tryna make it out
[00:58.311]Family tellin' me my songs ain't favorite now
[01:01.042]Times I wanted to give up and just break down
[01:03.867]Now I'm on my way, I can't just fake it now
[01:06.984]Uh, I'm tryna make it out
[01:09.396]Came from Boston, now done leave 'em faded now
[01:12.118]Now I'm pourin' deuces on the plane now
[01:14.996]Mama tellin' me to do your thang now, oh
[01:18.596]It's the evil Robert, kill the hustle
[01:20.387]I'm tryna sign a deal, tryna make that shit double
[01:23.113]My birdie took one thirty-six and didn't move a muscle
[01:25.802]I had to drop a tear for him, shit could make you humble
[01:29.097]Like what's your reason, what's your purpose?
[01:31.949]Said I'm grindin', I need a surface
[01:34.567]I'm from that 37 on four, we ain't get Grammy
[01:36.914]From the ho, **** trippin', wipe your nose, get slimy
[01:40.033]I got my hood up on my back, they dependin' on me
[01:42.870]But I'm above for the homies that's gone in the streets
[01:45.528]I miss my dog, when I call, we bleedin' they feet
[01:48.339]This Perc ain't long, what I'm takin', I need 'em all three
[01:51.072]I'm on my way up, but I had to get my weight up
[01:53.868]I'm sendin' prayers, to the Lord to block my haters
[01:56.594]'Member when nobody did believe, he was super green
[01:59.397]Now me and Chopstax, the state don't try to pull a string
[02:02.880]I'm tryna make it out
[02:04.880]Family tellin' me my songs ain't favorite now
[02:07.699]Times I want to give up and just break down
[02:10.453]Now I'm on my way, I can't just fake it now
[02:14.035]I'm tryna make it out
[02:15.938]Came from Boston, now done leave 'em faded now
[02:18.776]Now I'm pourin' juices on the pain now
[02:21.557]Mama tellin' me to do yo' thang now, oh

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作词 : Craig Johnson Jr.
作曲 : Craig Johnson Jr.
You're crazy
I need to have no more
I need to have no ****
I need to have no more
Woke gang
Aye, uh, I made a difference in my section
Kids watching me, I really hope they get the message
Prosecutor tryna give me hate for this weapon
Walking down the 7, bunch of anger and depression
Clutch it on this .45, I shittin' with the reverend
**** love to pop hot shit and then totally restin'
Love it when I see how I'm goin', they get the message
I need a side Z in these forces, we really steppin'
We pourin' out so much wine, this tris ain't really hittin'
We keep the hittin' bein' amigos just for the bitches
Hate it from a bunch of **** **** who ain't feelin' me
Run a **** down in his arm with this .40 piece
I got his bitch, she want my bitch, I'm in a different league
I counted up, I stack it up, she can't believe the trees
I care for real **** that make it to see twenty-three
Uh, uh
I'm tryna make it out
Family tellin' me my songs ain't favorite now
Times I wanted to give up and just break down
Now I'm on my way, I can't just fake it now
Uh, I'm tryna make it out
Came from Boston, now done leave 'em faded now
Now I'm pourin' deuces on the plane now
Mama tellin' me to do your thang now, oh
It's the evil Robert, kill the hustle
I'm tryna sign a deal, tryna make that shit double
My birdie took one thirty-six and didn't move a muscle
I had to drop a tear for him, shit could make you humble
Like what's your reason, what's your purpose?
Said I'm grindin', I need a surface
I'm from that 37 on four, we ain't get Grammy
From the ho, **** trippin', wipe your nose, get slimy
I got my hood up on my back, they dependin' on me
But I'm above for the homies that's gone in the streets
I miss my dog, when I call, we bleedin' they feet
This Perc ain't long, what I'm takin', I need 'em all three
I'm on my way up, but I had to get my weight up
I'm sendin' prayers, to the Lord to block my haters
'Member when nobody did believe, he was super green
Now me and Chopstax, the state don't try to pull a string
I'm tryna make it out
Family tellin' me my songs ain't favorite now
Times I want to give up and just break down
Now I'm on my way, I can't just fake it now
I'm tryna make it out
Came from Boston, now done leave 'em faded now
Now I'm pourin' juices on the pain now
Mama tellin' me to do yo' thang now, oh