作词 : Nicholas Dismore/Justy Arceneaux
作曲 : Nicholas Dismore/Justy Arceneaux
Raised on the land on sun
Come my way no play all buzz
Gon run like me defeat by cuz
No home for a hoe in the streets too sus
Change from chump no rush
Change from the champ of the heavyweight bust
Overall one you succumb to fuss
End em all done for the game no trust unjust
Sipping that sizzurp
Cast spells like a wizard
I'm waverly hating me
Something the boy has been used to
Can't tighten up I got some screws loose
In that city got plenty of voodoo
Know that the crazy ain't nothing I'm new too
Baby I'm cuckoo
Maybe I'm done with the life
Working everyday just to barely get by
9-5 pay is not doing me right
Rather lie in the grave wit that promethazine
Enough of that rah rah sweet talk
Enough of that blah blah street talk
Old ass rifle like pee paw
**** off my lawn I don’t need yall
Stab em blood squirt like a pussy
Smoking Gary Payton that cookies
Find me on the court wit a port
This white boy jumpin out the roof like Woody
I just be sliding why yall just be slipping Saliva the finest and don’t got a face
We just been shining got hall of fame line up
Don’t get this lil line up gon catch you a fade
I’m running the game
Now they run away
Like im finna dump my whole mag in the crowd
**** they gon say
They talk lower case
When im in they face and im puffing that loud
Fat blunt look like it’s Butterbean
Fat pistol tucked in my dungarees
This pack so strong gon have you asking everyone around who cut the cheese
That luxury shit for the birds
Say **** all dat to the shit you heard
Don’t need nobody approval cause my swag gon have them clutching pearls
Taking a crack at these crackas mane it got me cracking up
Tryna take my time away from work but she ain’t bad enough
They can’t ever get a read on what the **** I’m crafting up
And all that trend hopping shit ain’t the only ladder up mane
Yall heard of me burden me
Ju end up serving me
Ju the grim reaper the preacher of burglary
Nuff with the has beens nuff with the 'posed to be
Nuff with these chains like a fence ain't no holding me
Shoulder me I put it all in your ovaries cloverleaf luck for the sun it's just coating me
Hopefully Ima wake up from the horrid dream
You telling me how it posed to be annoying me
Leave me alone imma die in the 4
I just be working and serving
Muh****ers aint really on what I’m on
I’m wit the Mo’s like a terrapin
Walking out the muh****in forest like a wolf
All black fit boy I’m flyer than a crow
Call me W Ryder way I’m see all these ghosts
Overdose still da goat of south I know
Stupid in the motha****a go ahead and say sumn
Im here with my dawgs but I still got love for my day 1’s
Pistol Pete of this rap shit I’m Jazzed up from this black and mild
Big ah hammer like Judge Mathis I think I’m fixing to act wild
作词 : Nicholas Dismore/Justy Arceneaux
作曲 : Nicholas Dismore/Justy Arceneaux
Raised on the land on sun
Come my way no play all buzz
Gon run like me defeat by cuz
No home for a hoe in the streets too sus
Change from chump no rush
Change from the champ of the heavyweight bust
Overall one you succumb to fuss
End em all done for the game no trust unjust
Sipping that sizzurp
Cast spells like a wizard
I'm waverly hating me
Something the boy has been used to
Can't tighten up I got some screws loose
In that city got plenty of voodoo
Know that the crazy ain't nothing I'm new too
Baby I'm cuckoo
Maybe I'm done with the life
Working everyday just to barely get by
9-5 pay is not doing me right
Rather lie in the grave wit that promethazine
Enough of that rah rah sweet talk
Enough of that blah blah street talk
Old ass rifle like pee paw
**** off my lawn I don’t need yall
Stab em blood squirt like a pussy
Smoking Gary Payton that cookies
Find me on the court wit a port
This white boy jumpin out the roof like Woody
I just be sliding why yall just be slipping Saliva the finest and don’t got a face
We just been shining got hall of fame line up
Don’t get this lil line up gon catch you a fade
I’m running the game
Now they run away
Like im finna dump my whole mag in the crowd
**** they gon say
They talk lower case
When im in they face and im puffing that loud
Fat blunt look like it’s Butterbean
Fat pistol tucked in my dungarees
This pack so strong gon have you asking everyone around who cut the cheese
That luxury shit for the birds
Say **** all dat to the shit you heard
Don’t need nobody approval cause my swag gon have them clutching pearls
Taking a crack at these crackas mane it got me cracking up
Tryna take my time away from work but she ain’t bad enough
They can’t ever get a read on what the **** I’m crafting up
And all that trend hopping shit ain’t the only ladder up mane
Yall heard of me burden me
Ju end up serving me
Ju the grim reaper the preacher of burglary
Nuff with the has beens nuff with the 'posed to be
Nuff with these chains like a fence ain't no holding me
Shoulder me I put it all in your ovaries cloverleaf luck for the sun it's just coating me
Hopefully Ima wake up from the horrid dream
You telling me how it posed to be annoying me
Leave me alone imma die in the 4
I just be working and serving
Muh****ers aint really on what I’m on
I’m wit the Mo’s like a terrapin
Walking out the muh****in forest like a wolf
All black fit boy I’m flyer than a crow
Call me W Ryder way I’m see all these ghosts
Overdose still da goat of south I know
Stupid in the motha****a go ahead and say sumn
Im here with my dawgs but I still got love for my day 1’s
Pistol Pete of this rap shit I’m Jazzed up from this black and mild
Big ah hammer like Judge Mathis I think I’m fixing to act wild