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作词 : Christopher Lloyde
作曲 : Christopher Lloyd
[Intro]
Yeah
Banks
COTI
Yo
[Verse 1]
Hundred dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps
Ignorant, and I don't give two ****s with Fendi F's
Learning by habit, consistency made the memory stretch
Turn you to an addict, your lady'll kiss the Bentley chest
Dig your way out the ground or spend a century stressed
I get you stomped off seniority, shouldn't tempt the vets
Uh, playa haters make my temper flex
Twenty years of pushing this pen, an instrumental threat
Death to haters, can't even be hеre in spirit
Kill a nigga, set up his GoFundMe and stеal it
Designer chronic, pockets reeking out the air vent
I can show you where to buy this shit, can't teach you how to wear it
It's a waste going back and forth, success will really kill 'em
Balling like Russell Westbrook, Bill or Wilson
Give me rappers, I'ma kill some, mumblers on my jacket
Drop the remains in traffic, club him like I'm barbaric
Star addicts
[Chorus]
Nothing is the same
These niggas don't deserve to rock, run 'em out the game
They love it when we serve the block, this is *******
The temperature is falling and this shit ain't gon' change
Nigga drive safely, swerving out of lane
The pain is strong enough to make a nigga go insane
We just want the money, y'all can have the fame
Promise I'll remain, put it my chain, propane (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Dumb is justification, is this working, does a cubic flash?
Everybody just can't be hating, my nigga, you just trash
Ass kissers dropping to knees, you need the Ewing pads
I ain't seen you niggas since teens, still hope you doing bad
Country of the serpent, y'all all in bed with the snake
Black fitted reads, "When was America great?"
In the bootleg era, left competition dead on a tape
Kryptonite to super save a ho, infrared on your cape
Shit, I'm lying? Get me amputated, cradled to the casket, homie
Nothing 'bout me animated, I only use the cash emoji
Everybody make mistakes, let nothing out the past control me
Married to the mother****ing game, frozen matrimony
Hate when they compare me to niggas, never been even, son
Hammer to a hand grenade, cannon to a BB gun
***** talking slick about me, who you think was feeding them?
I pull up on you all four quarters, let the meter run
[Chorus]
Nothing is the same
These niggas don't deserve to rock, run 'em out the game
They love it when we serve the block, this is *******
The temperature is falling and this shit ain't gon' change
Nigga drive safely, swerving out of lane
The pain is strong enough to make a nigga go insane
We just want the money, y'all can have the fame
Promise I'll remain, put it my chain, propane
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