[00:00.000] 作词 : R. Montgomery[00:01.000] 作曲 : R. Montgomery[00:05.739]Product of the shit gam[00:06.574]Mama wanted no pain, Papa wanted *******[00:09.380]Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame[00:12.455]Dollar short from acquirin' no change[00:14.540]Started out with no shame, to ridin' 'round in Mulsanne[00:17.435]Tolerance high, feel no pain[00:18.976]Cotton mouth with thots who got the code names[00:20.996]I remember nodding' out, too high, just watchin' Soul Train[00:24.059]Now I'm yachtin' out the boat brain[00:26.290]Hunnid thousand dollar gold chain[00:27.905]Wife done got too pricey for a Cadillac[00:30.018]Too icy to be fightin', too godly for a battle rap[00:32.497]Too nice to be in cyphers, too deep for moderation[00:35.593]Too free for exoneration and seekin' validation[00:38.456]Young, black, receivin' salutations[00:44.693]Product of the shit gam[00:45.994]Mama wanted no pain, Papa wanted *******[00:48.750]Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame[00:51.688]Flyer than the sky, I am the pilot of the soul plane[00:54.751]Writer of the 'pyro, I was a writer way before fame[00:57.466]All y'all dudes is cyber, I come from the bottom right by the soil where the rose came[01:02.066]I'm too private to try to expose lames[01:04.294]And I'm too violent to be ridin' with those thangs[01:07.187]I'm too shady to be neutral, these artists try to divide us[01:10.961]If I go Kendrick Lamar, the world gon' watch the "Control" change[01:13.759]I'm way too vicious to ask for my respect[01:16.758]I'm way too Michelin for the dissin', man, listen[01:20.211]Even mindin' my business I deal with entire sets[01:22.792]Always on time to collect, like the IRS[01:25.787]Product of the shit gam[01:27.012]Nostril full of cocaine[01:28.277]Violence over dyin' over war games[01:30.334]Die here and get choked, lames[01:32.354]Die here in the choke chains[01:33.576]Advise you in the full, mane, Siamese, your whole frame[01:36.365]How can I be washed? I'm havin' shooter, rifle thoughts[01:39.166]Suicidal thoughts, I should be writin' these rhymes in the diary of Cobain[01:42.560]Beat him 'til his Bible lost[01:44.498]Beat him 'til he dies and then beat his body 'til we revive 'em and then his pulse came[01:49.027]Where I come from, I tell the jokes and you the joke[01:51.961]Where I come from, I sell the ****, you do the ****[01:54.837]My brethren, I'm not a legend, I'm not a vet[01:57.582]Do not address me as second, I'm the best[02:00.841]You niggas always sleepin', I'd rather stay wok[02:03.682]They say you are what you eat, but I never ate goat[02:06.506]I went from straight poor to shoppin' malls[02:09.468]And Wraiths blowin' gray smoke[02:10.977]Dialed in like conference calls[02:12.688]Strapped up like Waco[02:13.841]Playin' Hov, Friend or Foe[02:15.378]Lost friends like Ross and Rachel[02:17.569]In the road, big bro was a criminal[02:19.443]Give you L's, gimme O's[02:21.102]The only thing that look good on paper to me is Benji's, ho[02:23.693]My sobriety's been more faithful to me than these hoes[02:26.852]Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet[02:29.777]Dissin' these goals in the Rolls[02:31.604]How the **** is Nickel Nine a yes-man?[02:33.404]When 24/7, I stay in the know[02:35.592]'Fore I hold a grudge, I take a flight to Paris[02:38.736]'Fore I spill blood, I drink a pint of theirs[02:42.171]I don't age