[00:00.00] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Tahj Vaughn/David Hutchinson McDowell/Sterling Reynolds/Lukas Payne
[00:00.09] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Tahj Vaughn/David Hutchinson McDowell/Sterling Reynolds/Lukas Payne
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[00:02.53]Dmac on the ****ing track
[00:07.91]Tahj Money
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[00:23.22]I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
[00:25.88]In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed
[00:28.88]Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
[00:31.62]He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
[00:33.89]Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
[00:35.77]I know she might cry if I leave
[00:37.83]I been fooled by liars and thieves
[00:39.77]Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
[00:42.55]Once you get my pussy up, it's over with
[00:45.00]Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with
[00:47.58]I'm in my bag, now I act like I don't know the bitch
[00:50.29]Before I knew applyin' wars, tryna go on hits
[00:52.94]Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list
[00:55.69]You better pick out a casket, 'cause they're goin' quick
[00:58.43]They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic
[01:01.22]I know 'bout some flukey shit , I heard he died on a lick
[01:03.87]My whole squad's goin', bitch, we don't do no assist
[01:06.54]Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche
[01:09.09]Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick
[01:12.20]Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
[01:14.56]From the windy city where you're down to see the coldest shit
[01:17.43]I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
[01:20.38]In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed
[01:23.34]Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
[01:25.98]He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
[01:28.25]Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
[01:30.32]I know she might cry if I leave
[01:32.40]I been fooled by liars and thieves
[01:34.32]Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
[01:37.10]Switchers on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's for me
[01:39.84]Promise to my son, that the street won't get no more of me
[01:42.74]Remember every line from that obituary poetry
[01:45.35]See they peep on ballin', now just go back to ignorin' me
[01:48.18]Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me
[01:50.82]Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on them, but they forcin' me
[01:53.49]See him in person, then that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
[01:56.57]Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in the van
[01:59.33]You know it's **** the other side cause my niggas gon
[02:01.82]Always been **** the other side, we don't get along
[02:04.61]If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
[02:07.29]Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone
[02:09.98]Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown
[02:13.00]Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone
[02:15.38]And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong
[02:18.14]I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song, oh
[02:23.05]I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
[02:25.71]In the trenches yellin', "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed
[02:28.86]Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
[02:31.56]He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
[02:33.68]Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
[02:35.68]I know she might cry if I leave
[02:37.84]I been fooled by liars and thieves
[02:39.83]Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze