(feat. O.C., Rasco, Reef the Lost Cauze, Wordsworth)
Snowgoons... one two
Heheahahaha, uhh
Yeah? Yeah...
Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
While two double oh-six is here
My energy be for all to accept and hear
I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain
Never defendin, creates my own lane
Long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days
Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow
Bitches can't get it cause they movin at a slow pace
Friction, give off heat like a fever
Good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it
Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised
I still reside in the basement
Wits and charm is what bless this tongue
Along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
Uhh
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin herbally
Observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak
That works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
Your shit is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask
You just playin right? You can't be tryin
I'll blow you the **** away like a dandelion
Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin
My next album six figures or I shan't be signin
I'm so independent I'll GO independent
Get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
Pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel
Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
It hurts like a mother****er, don't it? Now bow down and kneel
Look, yo
Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet
You cats ain't knowin, man I'm back for revenge
The real shit, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins, bitch go and gather your ends
Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins
It all begins, right here, makin it quite clear
It's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe
Still swinging hard, then watch a bitch's chest fold
No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
****, They
Yeah, **** Swan in the building
Snowgoons, live
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.97](feat. O.C., Rasco, Reef the Lost Cauze, Wordsworth)
[00:12.69][O.C.:]
[00:12.84]Snowgoons... one two
[00:13.20]Heheahahaha, uhh
[00:21.24]Yeah? Yeah...
[00:24.63]Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
[00:26.91]While two double oh-six is here
[00:29.01]My energy be for all to accept and hear
[00:31.98]I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain
[00:38.16]Never defendin, creates my own lane
[00:40.92]Long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days
[00:44.58]Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
[00:47.52]Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow
[00:50.37]Bitches can't get it cause they movin at a slow pace
[00:53.28]Friction, give off heat like a fever
[00:55.83]Good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it
[00:58.44]Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised
[01:02.46]I still reside in the basement
[01:04.74]Wits and charm is what bless this tongue
[01:06.90]Along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
[01:09.90]Uhh
[01:10.02][Chorus: O.C. + Wordsworth]
[01:10.89]No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
[01:13.92]This ain't another war story, this is trill
[01:16.38]My heart, my brain got the will to survive
[01:19.11]In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
[01:21.72]These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin for me
[01:25.35]This ain't another war story, this is trill
[01:27.75]My heart, my brain got the will to survive
[01:30.54]In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
[01:32.85][Reef the Lost Cauze:]
[01:33.30]Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin herbally
[01:35.76]Observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
[01:39.39]I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak
[01:41.82]That works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
[01:44.07]I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
[01:46.95]Your shit is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask
[01:50.01]You just playin right? You can't be tryin
[01:52.59]I'll blow you the **** away like a dandelion
[01:55.53]Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin
[01:58.20]My next album six figures or I shan't be signin
[02:01.17]I'm so independent I'll GO independent
[02:04.17]Get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
[02:10.80]Pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel
[02:13.08]Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
[02:15.42]It hurts like a mother****er, don't it? Now bow down and kneel
[02:21.69][Chorus]
[02:23.58][Rasco:]
[02:30.57]Look, yo
[02:30.87]Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet
[02:47.43]You cats ain't knowin, man I'm back for revenge
[02:50.40]The real shit, never had to pretend
[02:52.41]Shatter your shins, bitch go and gather your ends
[02:55.41]Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins
[02:58.29]It all begins, right here, makin it quite clear
[03:01.47]It's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year
[03:04.77]To your right ear, or your left lobe
[03:07.26]Still swinging hard, then watch a bitch's chest fold
[03:13.11]No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
[03:15.66]You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
[03:18.78]Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
[03:24.48]****, They
[03:25.47][Chorus]
[03:26.58][Outro:]
[03:51.75]Yeah, **** Swan in the building
[03:56.22]Snowgoons, live
(feat. O.C., Rasco, Reef the Lost Cauze, Wordsworth)
Snowgoons... one two
Heheahahaha, uhh
Yeah? Yeah...
Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
While two double oh-six is here
My energy be for all to accept and hear
I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain
Never defendin, creates my own lane
Long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days
Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow
Bitches can't get it cause they movin at a slow pace
Friction, give off heat like a fever
Good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it
Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised
I still reside in the basement
Wits and charm is what bless this tongue
Along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
Uhh
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin herbally
Observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak
That works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
Your shit is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask
You just playin right? You can't be tryin
I'll blow you the **** away like a dandelion
Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin
My next album six figures or I shan't be signin
I'm so independent I'll GO independent
Get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
Pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel
Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
It hurts like a mother****er, don't it? Now bow down and kneel
Look, yo
Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet
You cats ain't knowin, man I'm back for revenge
The real shit, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins, bitch go and gather your ends
Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins
It all begins, right here, makin it quite clear
It's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe
Still swinging hard, then watch a bitch's chest fold
No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
****, They
Yeah, **** Swan in the building
Snowgoons, live
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.97](feat. O.C., Rasco, Reef the Lost Cauze, Wordsworth)
[00:12.69][O.C.:]
[00:12.84]Snowgoons... one two
[00:13.20]Heheahahaha, uhh
[00:21.24]Yeah? Yeah...
[00:24.63]Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
[00:26.91]While two double oh-six is here
[00:29.01]My energy be for all to accept and hear
[00:31.98]I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain
[00:38.16]Never defendin, creates my own lane
[00:40.92]Long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days
[00:44.58]Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
[00:47.52]Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow
[00:50.37]Bitches can't get it cause they movin at a slow pace
[00:53.28]Friction, give off heat like a fever
[00:55.83]Good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it
[00:58.44]Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised
[01:02.46]I still reside in the basement
[01:04.74]Wits and charm is what bless this tongue
[01:06.90]Along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
[01:09.90]Uhh
[01:10.02][Chorus: O.C. + Wordsworth]
[01:10.89]No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
[01:13.92]This ain't another war story, this is trill
[01:16.38]My heart, my brain got the will to survive
[01:19.11]In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
[01:21.72]These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin for me
[01:25.35]This ain't another war story, this is trill
[01:27.75]My heart, my brain got the will to survive
[01:30.54]In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
[01:32.85][Reef the Lost Cauze:]
[01:33.30]Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin herbally
[01:35.76]Observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
[01:39.39]I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak
[01:41.82]That works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
[01:44.07]I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
[01:46.95]Your shit is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask
[01:50.01]You just playin right? You can't be tryin
[01:52.59]I'll blow you the **** away like a dandelion
[01:55.53]Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin
[01:58.20]My next album six figures or I shan't be signin
[02:01.17]I'm so independent I'll GO independent
[02:04.17]Get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
[02:10.80]Pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel
[02:13.08]Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
[02:15.42]It hurts like a mother****er, don't it? Now bow down and kneel
[02:21.69][Chorus]
[02:23.58][Rasco:]
[02:30.57]Look, yo
[02:30.87]Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet
[02:47.43]You cats ain't knowin, man I'm back for revenge
[02:50.40]The real shit, never had to pretend
[02:52.41]Shatter your shins, bitch go and gather your ends
[02:55.41]Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins
[02:58.29]It all begins, right here, makin it quite clear
[03:01.47]It's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year
[03:04.77]To your right ear, or your left lobe
[03:07.26]Still swinging hard, then watch a bitch's chest fold
[03:13.11]No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
[03:15.66]You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
[03:18.78]Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
[03:24.48]****, They
[03:25.47][Chorus]
[03:26.58][Outro:]
[03:51.75]Yeah, **** Swan in the building
[03:56.22]Snowgoons, live
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