LRC歌词

9:56 am
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out
Aye
Wake and bake
B***h
Aye
I'm just what you made god
I been high as f**k
Since me and my home boy a rod
Was in tower city trynna catch that bus
We out here
What you need
Back in shaker
Baggin' tree
Baby mama call from the college
Said them kids wanna pay the fee
I'm up early in the morning
Smoke in public
My trap is jumpin'
I made two hundred
That count for somethin'
I pull up get them lil debbie muffins
I'm out here
On my daughter
Whiskey
W**d
And water
Just beat that misdemeanor last week
Need new money for the lawyer
I need new carpet at the crib
God d**n this roach is where I live
So d**e
Put some groceries in the fridge
Young man
Just hope that god forgives
Fast forward
Old h*es knockin' on my door
Askin' where do I be at now
Smokin' loud on my tour bus
Famous b***h in my back lounge
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good b***h I'm from the hood
So I lived a life I that I should you
H*e
Get the s**t understood you
H*e
Came in this s**t as a kid
You know
I ain't cudi
But that's the buddy
We in couch party talkin' cobain
Smokin' hella j's out in london
No beef at 16
I've known chips at 16
Call ben baller
Told him we need custom
Diamond cleveland championship rings
We need all of them big things
Just cause we deserve it
Just cause the ones who f**ked me over
All need to see if it was worth it
D**n
Old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised
Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece
When they weren't even there to make the pie
Man that's why
Yeah
Yeah
Fake friends f**k them
Right though
Ay f**k a fake friend
Get high
And talk to god dawg mutha f**ka
Let me tell yall about my month yall
Codine in my blunts yall
Like why the f**k did I smoke the s**t
Fell asleep and never woke up from it
But whatever
That man ain't wearin' my denim pants
And these long
Long nights on all this c*****e
Ain't workin man
So
What am I to do when the game is so fake and I am true
And my city just got the w
And the number one spot is vacant too
And I think my foot might fit the shoe
And I think my glasses look a fool
And I know my daughter so proud
Tell the kids my daddy got a pool
And I can't stop smilin' at the crib
I can't stop frownin' out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
Or see these rappers actin' funny
I see them stealin' what I did
I see them pimpin' out the culture
I heard the game missed the kid
Dear hip hop this what I wrote y'all
Just what I am
Young kells in this muthaf**ka
Young gun in this muthaf**ka blam
Aye
For my city though
For the game
Est
That is me
Huh
Hold up that is we
Aye
Double x
Aye
We the best
Aye
They photoblog going crazy though
Red lights muthaf**ka
White smoke
Haha

文本歌词

9:56 amRoll the windows downLet the smoke outAyeWake and bakeB***hAyeI'm just what you made godI been high as f**kSince me and my home boy a rodWas in tower city trynna catch that busWe out hereWhat you needBack in shakerBaggin' treeBaby mama call from the collegeSaid them kids wanna pay the feeI'm up early in the morningSmoke in publicMy trap is jumpin'I made two hundredThat count for somethin'I pull up get them lil debbie muffinsI'm out hereOn my daughterWhiskeyW**dAnd waterJust beat that misdemeanor last weekNeed new money for the lawyerI need new carpet at the cribGod d**n this roach is where I liveSo d**ePut some groceries in the fridgeYoung manJust hope that god forgivesFast forwardOld h*es knockin' on my doorAskin' where do I be at nowSmokin' loud on my tour busFamous b***h in my back loungeI done blew up past rap nowAnd it feel good b***h I'm from the hoodSo I lived a life I that I should youH*eGet the s**t understood youH*eCame in this s**t as a kidYou knowI ain't cudiBut that's the buddyWe in couch party talkin' cobainSmokin' hella j's out in londonNo beef at 16I've known chips at 16Call ben ballerTold him we need customDiamond cleveland championship ringsWe need all of them big thingsJust cause we deserve itJust cause the ones who f**ked me overAll need to see if it was worth itD**nOld homies switched up on meWhy am I not surprisedLookin' at me like I need to share the pieceWhen they weren't even there to make the pieMan that's whyYeahYeahFake friends f**k themRight thoughAy f**k a fake friendGet highAnd talk to god dawg mutha f**kaLet me tell yall about my month yallCodine in my blunts yallLike why the f**k did I smoke the s**tFell asleep and never woke up from itBut whateverThat man ain't wearin' my denim pantsAnd these longLong nights on all this c*****eAin't workin manSoWhat am I to do when the game is so fake and I am trueAnd my city just got the wAnd the number one spot is vacant tooAnd I think my foot might fit the shoeAnd I think my glasses look a foolAnd I know my daughter so proudTell the kids my daddy got a poolAnd I can't stop smilin' at the cribI can't stop frownin' out in publicI got this paparazzi on meOr see these rappers actin' funnyI see them stealin' what I didI see them pimpin' out the cultureI heard the game missed the kidDear hip hop this what I wrote y'allJust what I amYoung kells in this muthaf**kaYoung gun in this muthaf**ka blamAyeFor my city thoughFor the gameEstThat is meHuhHold up that is weAyeDouble xAyeWe the bestAyeThey photoblog going crazy thoughRed lights muthaf**kaWhite smokeHaha

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