Make A Toast
作词 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III
作曲 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III
Yeah, five in the morning
80 cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me
I turn the paper into birds call it origami
**** a wave, I'm the whole tsunami
Armani on my body like I know the Gottis
8 o'clock in the evening I ain't even ate
Two liter, **** a 4, pour an even eight
Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late
But I always deviate
From the love, players club no Lisa Raye
Two up to need a loan, so I sleep alone
Its steaks for all my dogs to each his own
The type of **** I'm on think I need cologne
To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser's home
I signed a deal off a heartbreak
I was stuck between a rock and a hard place
Now I'm in the barclays
Drinking all of Hov's chardonnays
Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case
Let's make a toast
Toast, yeah
Make a toast yeah
(Yeah) Make a toast
Let's make a toast
Make a toast, yeah
Make a toast
Don't matter what you popping baby
Just pop something
Make a toast (yeah)
Look, hell is hot and only heaven knows
I never sweat, you on forever cold
If you ain't getting paper, hope you taking notes
**** bread, made a loaf, now lets make a toast
Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close
I made my own lane, that's my favorite road
I had to bend the rules just to break the code
I dug myself up out this hole
That's what made me whole
Rolling woods, down in hollywood
Where they pay for souls
Pay in gold, for this label clothes
And these major roles
Woah, if I don't who gon break the mold
No, I swear the paper never made me fold
I disappear in a breath of smoke
Your whole career need a stethoscope
That new album needed life support
*****, you won the battle, couldn't fight the war
Been a week I've been coming down
Maybachs just to run around
They mad I'm styling when I come around
Shoutout to Pun I'm trying to live
I lost a hundred pounds
I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live
Ma-make a toast, yeah
Let's make a toast
Make a toast
Make a toast, yeah
I mean, we can make a toast to that
Yeah
Let's make a toast
Make a toast, yeah
Make a toast
Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G
Yo
Getting caught up with religious bands
I guess I'll never see my distant fam
Or my foreign ***** again
(Switching hands) In the kitchen
Hurt my wrist again
(Different plan)
Wash my pots become a different man
I turn a snowflake to an avalanche
I went and made a milli from a milligram
Hidden hands, Ashley Graham's out the caravan
No more sharing rooms at the Sheration
Game filthy, tried to kill me for a killigram
Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam
Mattress on the floor
I was staring at the ceiling fan
Almost died for this ****, and I'm still a fan
The flow cardiac arrest, why kill 'em
I could give them heart attacks for less
Oh yeah, please pardon my success
Y'all ain't even sick you hypochondriacs at best
Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest
Out of breath like I got a pontiac on my chest
Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh'
No wonder why you never even called back or just text
I get the message tho, run game so professional
Unfazed on your pedestal
One day never came, some day I'mma let it go
Another day another decimal
Day ones, never tell, sundays no confessional
Unchanged in my messy clothes
Im forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows
**** bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast
Toast, yeah
Make a toast
Make a toast, yeah
Make a
Make a toast yeah
Make a toast
Make a toast
Yeah, all of this **** so exaggerated
I mean her ass fat but it's saturated
And now my third eye has been activated
This **** ain't really rap related
They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer
Getting high to reflect
That **** is smoke and mirrors
Wait, just being honest with myself
I'm still doing this ****
Cuz I made a promise to myself
That's real
Make A ToastLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III
[00:00.513] 作曲 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III
[00:01.27]Yeah, five in the morning
[00:02.83]80 cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me
[00:05.37]I turn the paper into birds call it origami
[00:08.04]**** a wave, I'm the whole tsunami
[00:10.04]Armani on my body like I know the Gottis
[00:12.79]8 o'clock in the evening I ain't even ate
[00:15.34]Two liter, **** a 4, pour an even eight
[00:18.09]Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late
[00:19.95]But I always deviate
[00:21.16]From the love, players club no Lisa Raye
[00:24.09]Two up to need a loan, so I sleep alone
[00:26.65]Its steaks for all my dogs to each his own
[00:29.37]The type of **** I'm on think I need cologne
[00:32.07]To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser's home
[00:34.61]I signed a deal off a heartbreak
[00:36.65]I was stuck between a rock and a hard place
[00:39.34]Now I'm in the barclays
[00:40.53]Drinking all of Hov's chardonnays
[00:42.63]Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case
[00:45.31]Let's make a toast
[00:46.70]Toast, yeah
[00:50.49]Make a toast yeah
[00:51.99](Yeah) Make a toast
[00:55.23]Let's make a toast
[00:56.02]Make a toast, yeah
[00:57.91]Make a toast
[00:59.08]Don't matter what you popping baby
[01:00.27]Just pop something
[01:01.17]Make a toast (yeah)
[01:04.98]Look, hell is hot and only heaven knows
[01:09.47]I never sweat, you on forever cold
[01:12.21]If you ain't getting paper, hope you taking notes
[01:14.79]**** bread, made a loaf, now lets make a toast
[01:17.42]Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close
[01:20.04]I made my own lane, that's my favorite road
[01:22.77]I had to bend the rules just to break the code
[01:25.46]I dug myself up out this hole
[01:27.01]That's what made me whole
[01:28.02]Rolling woods, down in hollywood
[01:29.53]Where they pay for souls
[01:30.58]Pay in gold, for this label clothes
[01:32.17]And these major roles
[01:33.19]Woah, if I don't who gon break the mold
[01:35.84]No, I swear the paper never made me fold
[01:38.53]I disappear in a breath of smoke
[01:41.42]Your whole career need a stethoscope
[01:44.06]That new album needed life support
[01:46.73]*****, you won the battle, couldn't fight the war
[01:49.38]Been a week I've been coming down
[01:52.06]Maybachs just to run around
[01:54.81]They mad I'm styling when I come around
[01:57.35]Shoutout to Pun I'm trying to live
[01:58.73]I lost a hundred pounds
[02:00.03]I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live
[02:02.24]Ma-make a toast, yeah
[02:05.44]Let's make a toast
[02:06.61]Make a toast
[02:08.22]Make a toast, yeah
[02:09.23]I mean, we can make a toast to that
[02:10.61]Yeah
[02:11.93]Let's make a toast
[02:14.30]Make a toast, yeah
[02:15.90]Make a toast
[02:16.81]Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G
[02:23.34]Yo
[02:24.67]Getting caught up with religious bands
[02:27.20]I guess I'll never see my distant fam
[02:29.02]Or my foreign ***** again
[02:30.23](Switching hands) In the kitchen
[02:31.94]Hurt my wrist again
[02:32.90](Different plan)
[02:33.60]Wash my pots become a different man
[02:35.50]I turn a snowflake to an avalanche
[02:38.39]I went and made a milli from a milligram
[02:41.16]Hidden hands, Ashley Graham's out the caravan
[02:43.66]No more sharing rooms at the Sheration
[02:46.41]Game filthy, tried to kill me for a killigram
[02:48.88]Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam
[02:51.68]Mattress on the floor
[02:52.57]I was staring at the ceiling fan
[02:54.20]Almost died for this ****, and I'm still a fan
[02:57.02]The flow cardiac arrest, why kill 'em
[03:00.02]I could give them heart attacks for less
[03:02.13]Oh yeah, please pardon my success
[03:04.60]Y'all ain't even sick you hypochondriacs at best
[03:07.23]Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest
[03:10.04]Out of breath like I got a pontiac on my chest
[03:12.35]Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh'
[03:15.11]No wonder why you never even called back or just text
[03:17.83]I get the message tho, run game so professional
[03:20.84]Unfazed on your pedestal
[03:22.86]One day never came, some day I'mma let it go
[03:26.20]Another day another decimal
[03:28.25]Day ones, never tell, sundays no confessional
[03:31.52]Unchanged in my messy clothes
[03:33.61]Im forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows
[03:37.04]**** bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast
[03:39.62]Toast, yeah
[03:41.34]Make a toast
[03:44.23]Make a toast, yeah
[03:47.52]Make a
[03:49.29]Make a toast yeah
[03:52.36]Make a toast
[03:54.62]Make a toast
[04:00.00]Yeah, all of this **** so exaggerated
[04:03.69]I mean her ass fat but it's saturated
[04:06.48]And now my third eye has been activated
[04:09.05]This **** ain't really rap related
[04:11.78]They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer
[04:14.54]Getting high to reflect
[04:15.79]That **** is smoke and mirrors
[04:17.07]Wait, just being honest with myself
[04:19.19]I'm still doing this ****
[04:20.27]Cuz I made a promise to myself
[04:21.80]That's real