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作词 : John Jackson/Trevor Smith/Jason Phillips/Khaled Khaled/Joe Cartagena/Andre Lyon/Marcello Valenzano/Daryl Kent Jones
作曲 : John Jackson/Trevor Smith/Jason Phillips/Khaled Khaled/Joe Cartagena/Andre Lyon/Marcello Valenzano/Daryl Kent Jones
D~D~D~J
D D DJ Khaled
Put them down count the money, let 'em see the work, yeah
That's the definition of a major key alert
Another mother****er gotta die, won't be the first, nah
Won't be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, stop actin' out
And I ain't talking 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything will get copped at *****'s leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the hard fever
Switch from the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on deck whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, they become drastic
Next thing is cremation or a casket
****boys fallin' back, I need all of that
I need my name in the ****ing almanac, Jada
Real shit boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us back
Either way I ain't never evil
Why do you think the streets love me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are forever breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a better reason
First thing first don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't ever play myself, never
Even when they all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did what worked for me, then bossed up and paid myself
See I'm showin' up a K off, gain a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I don't know about no layoffs
Team still ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my b*****s in a slayoff
See we be in the party wasted, no part of fake shit
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You ****ers got fat while everybody starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New York mother****er let 'em hang, giant mother****ers
Odell Beckham, respect him, you can't check him
Blindside hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the major league
Gotta wait your turn, that's a major key
Mami yellin' I'm the greatest
Back to back with the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even know her
Every night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife what this p***y like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a mother****er flee
Mr. Officer, I was only grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go, woah
**** your feelings and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple laughs in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, mother****ers always tryna high five
Gotta stay away from day driftin', all sauce
Every day Vera Wang, b***h, cloth talk
Now I'm takin' over everything like that's my callin'
Wakin' up in p***y like beautiful Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money like a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the coffins
Think we playin'? Mother****ers think it's funny?
Pop you in your ****ing head, brotha, now make room for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll beat a mother****er past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past shameful
I get this bread and ****ane like an angel
One of the last with bars, you mother****ers better be grateful
Thank you so much
I Diddy bop and drop on you mother****ers
I count bread and take it to the top on you mother****ers (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah blah, you sound alike, my mother****ers
Blah, blah, but when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my mother****ers
I give you new brand shit, what the **** you gon' do?
And know we love the boom bap, oh yeah we do this too
Yeah, ****ing with the realer side, oh you against us, mother****er?
You better run and hide, until I'm finished, mother****er
Don't play yourself
Play yourself and lay yourself dead in a casket
Pray yourself, end in a basket
Hate yourself cause you ain't ask if you could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a leader for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you ever play yourself
I saw a lot of mother****ers fade out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good head and shoulders to keep all the flakes out
Seen a lot of singles chart on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, they prolly all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers, so hurt when I follow up
It's the ones with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
****ing a beat for a verse when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do call me
A lot of washed out mother****ers tryna find hope in
I'm just tryna raise a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood mother****ers got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest ammo up under the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my Grammy
****ing a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You gotta finish bigger than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even part of it all
Start from the bottom or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ****ing ship just to survive my own flood, I feel like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, that's all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
Text back and told her, "Please be hammered so you can **** us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana then tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate then don't even send a message
FYI I'll be free 'round 2 or 3
And two things you gotta be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive with no heart in me
So never say my name in vain, cause mother****er there's no arteries
Jones
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