LRC歌词
作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr
INTRO
I don’t even know what’s goin’ on no more
I don’t even know what’s happenin’ man
Ain’t no answers
I’m’a figure some ** out tho, ya heard
Yunno
Yeah, yeah
Just try to get my weight up
Try to get all my watches in order
Get my safe up
Get great
VERSE 1
I’m 21 years past the 27 club
It’s like I went back into may past and then I sped it up
Robert Johnson, Winehouse, and Morrison found where heaven was
Heaven on Earth, this ** is magic with no fairy dust
Home of the gully, ***, the gruesome, and the scary stuff
I told my brother Jung ** em they gon’ go thru hell with us
They don’t have the history in the streets that compare with us
Hood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis
Only thing undefeated is time
Second is the internet
Number three is this rhyme
Before security my dog had to sneak in the nine
God must be on my side
I had to eat and provide
My winning streak is divine
I told thun leave the street ** behind
Don’t let ‘em hype you a slow run beats cheatin’ the grind
Dog I’m tellin’ it like it is
You gotta deal with the consequence
When you run in a nigga’s crib nigga you better be ready to sit
HOOK
** dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Left ‘em speechless
Left ‘em speechless
VERSE 2
Pick a down on his luck rapper
Bet he broke the arrogance of a crackhead
Mad at a ** smoker, or a pill taker
Who hate a distilled wine drinker
A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger
Aiight I get it
It’s who the lit-est we in competition
Yall did adversity to death I got a proposition
You and your brothers stop plottin’ on eachother, plot on millions
Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest
Spread your bets out, double down on what’s working
Then you double up
Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch
Honestly I’m speechless
Fly to Greece 20-pointers on the chain I freaked it
Lawn chair in the hood, sittin’ comfortably
I must be insane givin’ you bars runnin’ companies
I’m done with the redundancies
Checking on my history, making content for Viacom
License music to Tiffany’s
I come from
HOOK
** dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Left ‘em speechless (Just like when the judge read the sentence threw your life away in minutes)
Left ‘em speechless (The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought that you was finished)
Leave ‘em speechless
Speechless
INTRO
I don’t even know what’s goin’ on no more
I don’t even know what’s happenin’ man
Ain’t no answers
I’m’a figure some ** out tho, ya heard
Yunno
Yeah, yeah
Just try to get my weight up
Try to get all my watches in order
Get my safe up
Get great
VERSE 1
I’m 21 years past the 27 club
It’s like I went back into may past and then I sped it up
Robert Johnson, Winehouse, and Morrison found where heaven was
Heaven on Earth, this ** is magic with no fairy dust
Home of the gully, ***, the gruesome, and the scary stuff
I told my brother Jung ** em they gon’ go thru hell with us
They don’t have the history in the streets that compare with us
Hood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis
Only thing undefeated is time
Second is the internet
Number three is this rhyme
Before security my dog had to sneak in the nine
God must be on my side
I had to eat and provide
My winning streak is divine
I told thun leave the street ** behind
Don’t let ‘em hype you a slow run beats cheatin’ the grind
Dog I’m tellin’ it like it is
You gotta deal with the consequence
When you run in a nigga’s crib nigga you better be ready to sit
HOOK
** dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Left ‘em speechless
Left ‘em speechless
VERSE 2
Pick a down on his luck rapper
Bet he broke the arrogance of a crackhead
Mad at a ** smoker, or a pill taker
Who hate a distilled wine drinker
A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger
Aiight I get it
It’s who the lit-est we in competition
Yall did adversity to death I got a proposition
You and your brothers stop plottin’ on eachother, plot on millions
Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest
Spread your bets out, double down on what’s working
Then you double up
Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch
Honestly I’m speechless
Fly to Greece 20-pointers on the chain I freaked it
Lawn chair in the hood, sittin’ comfortably
I must be insane givin’ you bars runnin’ companies
I’m done with the redundancies
Checking on my history, making content for Viacom
License music to Tiffany’s
I come from
HOOK
** dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Left ‘em speechless (Just like when the judge read the sentence threw your life away in minutes)
Left ‘em speechless (The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought that you was finished)
Leave ‘em speechless
Speechless
文本歌词
作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis JrINTROI don’t even know what’s goin’ on no moreI don’t even know what’s happenin’ manAin’t no answersI’m’a figure some ** out tho, ya heardYunnoYeah, yeahJust try to get my weight upTry to get all my watches in orderGet my safe upGet greatVERSE 1I’m 21 years past the 27 clubIt’s like I went back into may past and then I sped it upRobert Johnson, Winehouse, and Morrison found where heaven wasHeaven on Earth, this ** is magic with no fairy dustHome of the gully, ***, the gruesome, and the scary stuffI told my brother Jung ** em they gon’ go thru hell with usThey don’t have the history in the streets that compare with usHood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. RegisOnly thing undefeated is timeSecond is the internetNumber three is this rhymeBefore security my dog had to sneak in the nineGod must be on my sideI had to eat and provideMy winning streak is divineI told thun leave the street ** behindDon’t let ‘em hype you a slow run beats cheatin’ the grindDog I’m tellin’ it like it isYou gotta deal with the consequenceWhen you run in a nigga’s crib nigga you better be ready to sitHOOK** dealers, street hustlers, pot casesThrow dice, on pavement, cop chasesBig gamblers, scullies, hide facesGang wars, hot spots, police raid itLeft ‘em speechlessLeft ‘em speechlessVERSE 2Pick a down on his luck rapperBet he broke the arrogance of a crackheadMad at a ** smoker, or a pill takerWho hate a distilled wine drinkerA killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swingerAiight I get itIt’s who the lit-est we in competitionYall did adversity to death I got a propositionYou and your brothers stop plottin’ on eachother, plot on millionsEducate yourself, find ten different areas of interestSpread your bets out, double down on what’s workingThen you double upHands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touchHonestly I’m speechlessFly to Greece 20-pointers on the chain I freaked itLawn chair in the hood, sittin’ comfortablyI must be insane givin’ you bars runnin’ companiesI’m done with the redundanciesChecking on my history, making content for ViacomLicense music to Tiffany’sI come fromHOOK** dealers, street hustlers, pot casesThrow dice, on pavement, cop chasesBig gamblers, scullies, hide facesGang wars, hot spots, police raid itLeft ‘em speechless (Just like when the judge read the sentence threw your life away in minutes)Left ‘em speechless (The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought that you was finished)Leave ‘em speechlessSpeechless
