歌曲 | Ill Life 3 |
歌手 | Preme |
专辑 | Off The Books EP (2016) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Raynford Humphrey/Andrew Franklin | |
作曲 : Raynford Humphrey/Andrew Franklin | |
[Verse 1: P. Reign] | |
This is when magic comes out of mystery | |
Realistically, I'm supposed to be history | |
Locked and forgotten, buried and rotten | |
I see my friends turning into foes when they heard I was popping, yeah | |
They say try to be humble when you creating something | |
I say: "Easier said than done when you young and stunting" | |
I'm never bluffing, them poker faces amount to nothing | |
Break destiny, don't forget a child like LeToya Luckett | |
Young nigga popped up around the time he got locked up | |
I've been on the low, just busy raising my stock up | |
Took [?] into west detention when I'm free and venting | |
She charged him extra for taking so long to pay attention | |
Uh, wouldn't be shit if it wasn't for Pro | |
I truly owe you my life for engineering my flow | |
Uh, final lap and I'm gearing to go | |
Tell them: "Keep the candles lit, I'm preparing to blow" | |
I sign with Sony 2014 | |
Time to finally put the music I had in my dope dreams | |
Brutally honest, no commas I couldn't care | |
If Capito was here, he would tell you that real is rare | |
I think it's safe to say it's time to ball now | |
It's getting hard to walk around the mall now | |
Yeah, I want it all now | |
And to the doubters, **** them all now | |
I know they hating when they say they got me | |
Cause I'm in some new shit like its out to party | |
Probably, probably you not me | |
Two copy, that's right you need Costco supplies and coffee | |
I've been dealing with jealousy more than admiration | |
Not surprised if suicide is what they contemplating | |
Cause to hate me you must hate yourself | |
Realest niggas rate me, baddest bitches down to rape me | |
A lineup of women dying to have my baby | |
Spin the globe, I'ma go where the money take me | |
I never interest myself in something that doesn't pay me | |
These blogs only concerned who I've been ****ing lately | |
Just had a daughter, baby momma buggin' | |
Well think about it, the rumors would bother any woman | |
Hard to predict the future, it's getting cloudy | |
Guess things change and not just anybody | |
[Verse 2: P. Reign] | |
On a brighter note, my daughter is so special | |
Laying on my chest shining, she's my gold medal | |
Wish she never change, but I know better | |
So bought a pistol like I dope peddle | |
[Verse 3: P. Reign] | |
Don't ring my doorbell, that girl daddy will kill | |
Bad boys two nigga, Martin and Will | |
In Canada alone probably seeing a mil | |
So I exclude to my country, became part of my deal | |
Hard enough proving my city got hoods in it | |
Like them trees got wood in them | |
They used to diss a country, now they say we next | |
I know crack sellers that made a fortune off DMX | |
Ill life, because its hard to keep it bottled in | |
If you want me, come get me | |
Just look for the phone call with yellow cabs following | |
That's the goons I don't allow them to drive with the semis, yeah | |
Me and my mother we don't speak much | |
It hurts | |
So devastated about devorcin' from my pops that she lost sight of what matters in life | |
It's sad to say but my mama needs church | |
How a counselor need counseling | |
Despite our past, you'll never see a check bounce again | |
Now somebody bring my accountant in | |
Type of bread you would break a sweat when you counting it | |
I fought the few from the [?] [?] | |
Let's not forget | |
I offered you and [?] [?] | |
Written in blood on my body | |
Tattooed on my heart | |
ATFO is the family, I did shit in my past | |
Just to prove that I'm bout it | |
See my son never shot one when I was loading that shottie | |
Got me? | |
Never prove yourself to niggas with nothing to lose | |
And don't ever trust the nigga in multiple crews | |
If it's anything but ill, you must have me confused | |
Ill life for the life, it's time that I choose | |
Yeah |
zuo ci : Raynford Humphrey Andrew Franklin | |
zuo qu : Raynford Humphrey Andrew Franklin | |
Verse 1: P. Reign | |
This is when magic comes out of mystery | |
Realistically, I' m supposed to be history | |
Locked and forgotten, buried and rotten | |
I see my friends turning into foes when they heard I was popping, yeah | |
They say try to be humble when you creating something | |
I say: " Easier said than done when you young and stunting" | |
I' m never bluffing, them poker faces amount to nothing | |
Break destiny, don' t forget a child like LeToya Luckett | |
Young nigga popped up around the time he got locked up | |
I' ve been on the low, just busy raising my stock up | |
Took ? into west detention when I' m free and venting | |
She charged him extra for taking so long to pay attention | |
Uh, wouldn' t be shit if it wasn' t for Pro | |
I truly owe you my life for engineering my flow | |
Uh, final lap and I' m gearing to go | |
Tell them: " Keep the candles lit, I' m preparing to blow" | |
I sign with Sony 2014 | |
Time to finally put the music I had in my dope dreams | |
Brutally honest, no commas I couldn' t care | |
If Capito was here, he would tell you that real is rare | |
I think it' s safe to say it' s time to ball now | |
It' s getting hard to walk around the mall now | |
Yeah, I want it all now | |
And to the doubters, them all now | |
I know they hating when they say they got me | |
Cause I' m in some new shit like its out to party | |
Probably, probably you not me | |
Two copy, that' s right you need Costco supplies and coffee | |
I' ve been dealing with jealousy more than admiration | |
Not surprised if suicide is what they contemplating | |
Cause to hate me you must hate yourself | |
Realest niggas rate me, baddest bitches down to rape me | |
A lineup of women dying to have my baby | |
Spin the globe, I' ma go where the money take me | |
I never interest myself in something that doesn' t pay me | |
These blogs only concerned who I' ve been ing lately | |
Just had a daughter, baby momma buggin' | |
Well think about it, the rumors would bother any woman | |
Hard to predict the future, it' s getting cloudy | |
Guess things change and not just anybody | |
Verse 2: P. Reign | |
On a brighter note, my daughter is so special | |
Laying on my chest shining, she' s my gold medal | |
Wish she never change, but I know better | |
So bought a pistol like I dope peddle | |
Verse 3: P. Reign | |
Don' t ring my doorbell, that girl daddy will kill | |
Bad boys two nigga, Martin and Will | |
In Canada alone probably seeing a mil | |
So I exclude to my country, became part of my deal | |
Hard enough proving my city got hoods in it | |
Like them trees got wood in them | |
They used to diss a country, now they say we next | |
I know crack sellers that made a fortune off DMX | |
Ill life, because its hard to keep it bottled in | |
If you want me, come get me | |
Just look for the phone call with yellow cabs following | |
That' s the goons I don' t allow them to drive with the semis, yeah | |
Me and my mother we don' t speak much | |
It hurts | |
So devastated about devorcin' from my pops that she lost sight of what matters in life | |
It' s sad to say but my mama needs church | |
How a counselor need counseling | |
Despite our past, you' ll never see a check bounce again | |
Now somebody bring my accountant in | |
Type of bread you would break a sweat when you counting it | |
I fought the few from the ? ? | |
Let' s not forget | |
I offered you and ? ? | |
Written in blood on my body | |
Tattooed on my heart | |
ATFO is the family, I did shit in my past | |
Just to prove that I' m bout it | |
See my son never shot one when I was loading that shottie | |
Got me? | |
Never prove yourself to niggas with nothing to lose | |
And don' t ever trust the nigga in multiple crews | |
If it' s anything but ill, you must have me confused | |
Ill life for the life, it' s time that I choose | |
Yeah |
zuò cí : Raynford Humphrey Andrew Franklin | |
zuò qǔ : Raynford Humphrey Andrew Franklin | |
Verse 1: P. Reign | |
This is when magic comes out of mystery | |
Realistically, I' m supposed to be history | |
Locked and forgotten, buried and rotten | |
I see my friends turning into foes when they heard I was popping, yeah | |
They say try to be humble when you creating something | |
I say: " Easier said than done when you young and stunting" | |
I' m never bluffing, them poker faces amount to nothing | |
Break destiny, don' t forget a child like LeToya Luckett | |
Young nigga popped up around the time he got locked up | |
I' ve been on the low, just busy raising my stock up | |
Took ? into west detention when I' m free and venting | |
She charged him extra for taking so long to pay attention | |
Uh, wouldn' t be shit if it wasn' t for Pro | |
I truly owe you my life for engineering my flow | |
Uh, final lap and I' m gearing to go | |
Tell them: " Keep the candles lit, I' m preparing to blow" | |
I sign with Sony 2014 | |
Time to finally put the music I had in my dope dreams | |
Brutally honest, no commas I couldn' t care | |
If Capito was here, he would tell you that real is rare | |
I think it' s safe to say it' s time to ball now | |
It' s getting hard to walk around the mall now | |
Yeah, I want it all now | |
And to the doubters, them all now | |
I know they hating when they say they got me | |
Cause I' m in some new shit like its out to party | |
Probably, probably you not me | |
Two copy, that' s right you need Costco supplies and coffee | |
I' ve been dealing with jealousy more than admiration | |
Not surprised if suicide is what they contemplating | |
Cause to hate me you must hate yourself | |
Realest niggas rate me, baddest bitches down to rape me | |
A lineup of women dying to have my baby | |
Spin the globe, I' ma go where the money take me | |
I never interest myself in something that doesn' t pay me | |
These blogs only concerned who I' ve been ing lately | |
Just had a daughter, baby momma buggin' | |
Well think about it, the rumors would bother any woman | |
Hard to predict the future, it' s getting cloudy | |
Guess things change and not just anybody | |
Verse 2: P. Reign | |
On a brighter note, my daughter is so special | |
Laying on my chest shining, she' s my gold medal | |
Wish she never change, but I know better | |
So bought a pistol like I dope peddle | |
Verse 3: P. Reign | |
Don' t ring my doorbell, that girl daddy will kill | |
Bad boys two nigga, Martin and Will | |
In Canada alone probably seeing a mil | |
So I exclude to my country, became part of my deal | |
Hard enough proving my city got hoods in it | |
Like them trees got wood in them | |
They used to diss a country, now they say we next | |
I know crack sellers that made a fortune off DMX | |
Ill life, because its hard to keep it bottled in | |
If you want me, come get me | |
Just look for the phone call with yellow cabs following | |
That' s the goons I don' t allow them to drive with the semis, yeah | |
Me and my mother we don' t speak much | |
It hurts | |
So devastated about devorcin' from my pops that she lost sight of what matters in life | |
It' s sad to say but my mama needs church | |
How a counselor need counseling | |
Despite our past, you' ll never see a check bounce again | |
Now somebody bring my accountant in | |
Type of bread you would break a sweat when you counting it | |
I fought the few from the ? ? | |
Let' s not forget | |
I offered you and ? ? | |
Written in blood on my body | |
Tattooed on my heart | |
ATFO is the family, I did shit in my past | |
Just to prove that I' m bout it | |
See my son never shot one when I was loading that shottie | |
Got me? | |
Never prove yourself to niggas with nothing to lose | |
And don' t ever trust the nigga in multiple crews | |
If it' s anything but ill, you must have me confused | |
Ill life for the life, it' s time that I choose | |
Yeah |