作词 : Mr.Maan | |
[Hook] | |
Why me? why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? | |
Why can't I trust what I see? | |
Having beef roast, with cold toast | |
No host, Ain't gotta boast | |
Blessed with good, no hoes | |
These rappers, tatted head toes | |
Era of poppin' drugs, keeping my lungs clean, | |
ain't nobody who gonna stop me | |
If I wanted to, I wouldn't have popped it | |
While I'm grindin', nobody gonna take my cockpit, | |
Take the mic, imma rock it | |
Imma be old school, won't say how much is in my pocket | |
My girl keepin' my pics in her locket | |
You might be, But not In bracket | |
Won't brag shit, its my clean tactic | |
The fact is, you a rat bitch | |
You tracked shit, falled in pit | |
Oh! | |
How the **** maan is spittin' crank shit | |
No sympathy I need, world is cold | |
Don't talk about no feed, | |
Playing it better than 50 shade, not a gifted ace, started with a craze | |
Keepin' 100, dreams I chase | |
Call me insane, it's an understate | |
When they tryna pull me, they fail | |
No hate baby, cannot tame me | |
Hard to contain me, impossible to frame me | |
All the dirt you throwin', Makin' me sick | |
My stuff so natural, no psychic | |
When I spit so hard, they be sayin' maansick | |
All I m focused on is to make it, | |
Man, How can I listen to broke bitches? | |
[Hook] | |
Why me? Why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? | |
Why can't I trust what I see? | |
I've been Killing beats lately, | |
My studio be crime scene | |
They takin' me lightly, | |
Shawty left me **** it, | |
They be throwing bullshit | |
I do fight it, Imma find it | |
Who's liable, no one was able | |
What do I say, neither am I stable | |
Yeah! | |
There's a fair share of my nightmare | |
I thought I couldn't make it, now I'm here | |
Not a single day, goes Without this | |
They be makin' hits without Content | |
Man I gotta be writin', or my life is a livin' hell | |
My game was a hail mary, shit is hard really | |
They got an easy life like a tale fairy, | |
Every week I'm psyched up like a noon Friday | |
Dude who can't even talk properly wanna rap | |
The only reason he is heard, autotune craft | |
When they said you can't sing, they were right bro | |
Your shit not even tight bro, | |
You a sprite bro, the shots you took at me was light bro | |
Sorrounded by enemies, not even known to me | |
I don't wanna say that, this shit is payback | |
snapping like thanos, imma lay back | |
No need of negativity, just stay back | |
Pushing the feeling through the music, | |
Always been a true shit, you was always jealous of it knew it | |
Tryna get deeper than the coral reef | |
Imma keep on writing till I barely speak | |
I be spitting till they get their cold feet | |
When I shoot my bars, there's no retake, | |
I'm living for my family, I wanna repay, | |
Leveled up, neither sad nor guilty | |
the decision I make 'em right, | |
Even if I gotta fight, that is fine but- | |
[Hook] | |
Why me? why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? | |
Why can't I trust what I see? |
zuo ci : Mr. Maan | |
Hook | |
Why me? why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
Having beef roast, with cold toast | |
No host, Ain' t gotta boast | |
Blessed with good, no hoes | |
These rappers, tatted head toes | |
Era of poppin' drugs, keeping my lungs clean, | |
ain' t nobody who gonna stop me | |
If I wanted to, I wouldn' t have popped it | |
While I' m grindin', nobody gonna take my cockpit, | |
Take the mic, imma rock it | |
Imma be old school, won' t say how much is in my pocket | |
My girl keepin' my pics in her locket | |
You might be, But not In bracket | |
Won' t brag shit, its my clean tactic | |
The fact is, you a rat bitch | |
You tracked shit, falled in pit | |
Oh! | |
How the maan is spittin' crank shit | |
No sympathy I need, world is cold | |
Don' t talk about no feed, | |
Playing it better than 50 shade, not a gifted ace, started with a craze | |
Keepin' 100, dreams I chase | |
Call me insane, it' s an understate | |
When they tryna pull me, they fail | |
No hate baby, cannot tame me | |
Hard to contain me, impossible to frame me | |
All the dirt you throwin', Makin' me sick | |
My stuff so natural, no psychic | |
When I spit so hard, they be sayin' maansick | |
All I m focused on is to make it, | |
Man, How can I listen to broke bitches? | |
Hook | |
Why me? Why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
I' ve been Killing beats lately, | |
My studio be crime scene | |
They takin' me lightly, | |
Shawty left me it, | |
They be throwing bullshit | |
I do fight it, Imma find it | |
Who' s liable, no one was able | |
What do I say, neither am I stable | |
Yeah! | |
There' s a fair share of my nightmare | |
I thought I couldn' t make it, now I' m here | |
Not a single day, goes Without this | |
They be makin' hits without Content | |
Man I gotta be writin', or my life is a livin' hell | |
My game was a hail mary, shit is hard really | |
They got an easy life like a tale fairy, | |
Every week I' m psyched up like a noon Friday | |
Dude who can' t even talk properly wanna rap | |
The only reason he is heard, autotune craft | |
When they said you can' t sing, they were right bro | |
Your shit not even tight bro, | |
You a sprite bro, the shots you took at me was light bro | |
Sorrounded by enemies, not even known to me | |
I don' t wanna say that, this shit is payback | |
snapping like thanos, imma lay back | |
No need of negativity, just stay back | |
Pushing the feeling through the music, | |
Always been a true shit, you was always jealous of it knew it | |
Tryna get deeper than the coral reef | |
Imma keep on writing till I barely speak | |
I be spitting till they get their cold feet | |
When I shoot my bars, there' s no retake, | |
I' m living for my family, I wanna repay, | |
Leveled up, neither sad nor guilty | |
the decision I make ' em right, | |
Even if I gotta fight, that is fine but | |
Hook | |
Why me? why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
Why can' t I trust what I see? |
zuò cí : Mr. Maan | |
Hook | |
Why me? why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
Having beef roast, with cold toast | |
No host, Ain' t gotta boast | |
Blessed with good, no hoes | |
These rappers, tatted head toes | |
Era of poppin' drugs, keeping my lungs clean, | |
ain' t nobody who gonna stop me | |
If I wanted to, I wouldn' t have popped it | |
While I' m grindin', nobody gonna take my cockpit, | |
Take the mic, imma rock it | |
Imma be old school, won' t say how much is in my pocket | |
My girl keepin' my pics in her locket | |
You might be, But not In bracket | |
Won' t brag shit, its my clean tactic | |
The fact is, you a rat bitch | |
You tracked shit, falled in pit | |
Oh! | |
How the maan is spittin' crank shit | |
No sympathy I need, world is cold | |
Don' t talk about no feed, | |
Playing it better than 50 shade, not a gifted ace, started with a craze | |
Keepin' 100, dreams I chase | |
Call me insane, it' s an understate | |
When they tryna pull me, they fail | |
No hate baby, cannot tame me | |
Hard to contain me, impossible to frame me | |
All the dirt you throwin', Makin' me sick | |
My stuff so natural, no psychic | |
When I spit so hard, they be sayin' maansick | |
All I m focused on is to make it, | |
Man, How can I listen to broke bitches? | |
Hook | |
Why me? Why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
I' ve been Killing beats lately, | |
My studio be crime scene | |
They takin' me lightly, | |
Shawty left me it, | |
They be throwing bullshit | |
I do fight it, Imma find it | |
Who' s liable, no one was able | |
What do I say, neither am I stable | |
Yeah! | |
There' s a fair share of my nightmare | |
I thought I couldn' t make it, now I' m here | |
Not a single day, goes Without this | |
They be makin' hits without Content | |
Man I gotta be writin', or my life is a livin' hell | |
My game was a hail mary, shit is hard really | |
They got an easy life like a tale fairy, | |
Every week I' m psyched up like a noon Friday | |
Dude who can' t even talk properly wanna rap | |
The only reason he is heard, autotune craft | |
When they said you can' t sing, they were right bro | |
Your shit not even tight bro, | |
You a sprite bro, the shots you took at me was light bro | |
Sorrounded by enemies, not even known to me | |
I don' t wanna say that, this shit is payback | |
snapping like thanos, imma lay back | |
No need of negativity, just stay back | |
Pushing the feeling through the music, | |
Always been a true shit, you was always jealous of it knew it | |
Tryna get deeper than the coral reef | |
Imma keep on writing till I barely speak | |
I be spitting till they get their cold feet | |
When I shoot my bars, there' s no retake, | |
I' m living for my family, I wanna repay, | |
Leveled up, neither sad nor guilty | |
the decision I make ' em right, | |
Even if I gotta fight, that is fine but | |
Hook | |
Why me? why why why me? | |
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
Why can' t I trust what I see? |