作曲 : Billy Woods
I quit lookin' for solutions (no offense)
Bought a pistol and learned how to use it
You can't fix stupid
Apes stood and walked into the future
March of progress isn't hunchbacked in front the computer
Sooner or later it's gon' be two unrelated active shooters
Same place, same time
Great minds, Tesla and Edison
Selling p***y 'cross state lines, they veterans
Hangman, one look all it take to take they measurements
My taxes pay police brutality settlements
Quicksand every direction so go ahead and step on then
Kickstand for the weapon, tumor pressing on his brain
Each man wasn't forgetting to adjust for the wind
Dead hand reach from the past to guide the [?]
To document his undead
Common sense says my ancestors was the worst of the men
First sign of trouble, mother****ers shimmy right out that Union skin
Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again
It's nothing you can do with us, we're ****ed up
****, poison everything we touch
Withered and died, burn it down with us inside
Burn it to the ground, make sure don't nobody survive
Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again
It's nothing you can do with us, we're ****ed
We're ****ed up, poison everything we touch
Withered and died, burn it down with us inside
Burn it to the ground, make sure we don't survive
Check!
Low vibration
[?] high ground
You slip in that night like a old b***h nightgown
I ain't tryna hear about later
This is right now
These n***as ain't got shit, like it's [?]
Danny Brown back like skinny white girls
Brickin' out, bout ta get the money like curls
Pull up, get ripped, n***a deadlift
Sit up, push up, bicycle kick
Not for nothin, I'ma leave with sumthin'
If not, b***h, then it's Good Will Hunting
You ain't gotta worry bout, if we coming
N***as slidin' on you and this ain't Cool Runnings
No pun intended, I'ma step on business
Got it for the low, like the day after C****tmas
N***as illiterate, can't read the room we in
So get your cameras out, it's a movie then
Shit, I'ma bout ta flip the script
Like they just cut the budget
Wilin' out, showin' my a*s out in public
La, la, la, can't tell me nothin'
Nights like this, b***h, David Ruffin
Who you thought it really was?
What you thought, that it wasn't?
N***as lyin' like ya cousins
When you know his a*s wasn't
Tell 'em drive through, like twenty piece nuggets
Broke like the ice cream machine
You n***as rubbish, ah ha ha ha
I'ma drop the low, till that ho come through
Sorento paint a house at the Fontaine blue
Everything I dreamed for, it done came true
I did it my way, ain't play by your rules
You the typa n***a to get lipo
I'm the typa n***a that caught work on a iPhone
If I lose weight, I get caught in a drug zone
I ain't worried 'bout the hate, I just wonder where the love gone