作曲 : Christian Miner
Is it me?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
Picture me rollin' somethin' in a blunt
Open it up, pick apart what's makin' up the guts
Pass it around, make sure everybody get it once
Trippin' off of whoever bet I'd ever give it up
Stumblin' out the front door, lacin' up shoes
I got shit I gotta get done today, I'm making the news
It's a lot you prolly hear about me, none of it's true
'Cause what they said isn't enough, pussy, it's worse, **** you
Yeah
**** what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
**** what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
Uh, I put down the static, I don't want it
'Cause if I go to jail, I come out dumpin' out the cartridge
Hangin' out the window yellin', "**** the whole game"
Let 'em pull up at the crib and dot a ****in' family name
Eulogies and Twitter posts, "They died too young"
We'll blame it on who taught 'em how to hold they ****in' tongue
Shit that I invested in was built for poppin' lungs
Told 'em jump! Mother****er, jump!
Duck and ****in' run
**** what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
**** what they want me to do to roll it out
Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
Scene been rottin' from the inside out
I'm still ****in' up the piece until we both dried out
I hated every ****in' word that ever fell out they mouth
I wish you all the ****in' worst, could give a **** what you 'bout
Pussy, die (Die), tell 'em die (Die), don't ever bring it outside
I'm ****in' riled up I hope you try
This for every artist ever looked me in my eyes
I see the bitch in you
Bow, mother****er! Die slow
Yeah
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow!
Bitch
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christian Miner
[00:11.027]Is it me?
[00:11.776]Yeah
[00:13.689]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:17.401]Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
[00:22.738]Yeah, yeah
[00:24.172]Picture me rollin' somethin' in a blunt
[00:26.691]Open it up, pick apart what's makin' up the guts
[00:29.525]Pass it around, make sure everybody get it once
[00:32.444]Trippin' off of whoever bet I'd ever give it up
[00:35.579]Stumblin' out the front door, lacin' up shoes
[00:38.431]I got shit I gotta get done today, I'm making the news
[00:41.282]It's a lot you prolly hear about me, none of it's true
[00:44.367]'Cause what they said isn't enough, pussy, it's worse, **** you
[00:47.569]Yeah
[00:48.402]**** what they want me to do to roll it out
[00:51.528]Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
[00:54.346]Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
[00:57.281]Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
[01:00.427]**** what they want me to do to roll it out
[01:03.636]Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
[01:06.272]Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
[01:09.422]Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
[01:12.189]Uh, I put down the static, I don't want it
[01:14.824]'Cause if I go to jail, I come out dumpin' out the cartridge
[01:17.742]Hangin' out the window yellin', "**** the whole game"
[01:20.651]Let 'em pull up at the crib and dot a ****in' family name
[01:23.642]Eulogies and Twitter posts, "They died too young"
[01:26.578]We'll blame it on who taught 'em how to hold they ****in' tongue
[01:29.455]Shit that I invested in was built for poppin' lungs
[01:32.473]Told 'em jump! Mother****er, jump!
[01:34.207]Duck and ****in' run
[01:36.551]**** what they want me to do to roll it out
[01:39.705]Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
[01:42.306]Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
[01:45.292]Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
[01:48.427]**** what they want me to do to roll it out
[01:51.397]Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount
[01:54.465]Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds
[01:57.450]Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account
[01:59.885]Scene been rottin' from the inside out
[02:02.386]I'm still ****in' up the piece until we both dried out
[02:05.322]I hated every ****in' word that ever fell out they mouth
[02:08.273]I wish you all the ****in' worst, could give a **** what you 'bout
[02:11.758]Pussy, die (Die), tell 'em die (Die), don't ever bring it outside
[02:15.011]I'm ****in' riled up I hope you try
[02:17.747]This for every artist ever looked me in my eyes
[02:20.497]I see the bitch in you
[02:21.530]Bow, mother****er! Die slow
[02:23.933]Yeah
[02:27.268]Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow!
[02:32.838]Bitch