[00:00.00] 作词 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Malcolm Catto/Jake Ferguson/Mike Burnham
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Malcolm Catto/Jake Ferguson/Mike Burnham
[00:04.26]Smooth, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:06.95]Too mother****in' smooth, bitch, yeah
[00:11.10]Bald head, head like a baby, a baby ass, bitch, yeah
[00:15.54]Yeah, Kane
[00:23.44]Here to mother****in' remain, yeah
[00:26.70]Uh, bitch nigga
[00:29.30]It's still **** police, too
[00:31.39]Yeah, nigga, yeah
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[00:33.26]Rest in peace Terrence Crutcher, mother**** Betty Shelby (**** that bitch)
[00:35.90]I never wish death but bitch, find a hollow tip and inhale it
[00:38.73]When Taz drove off with two kilos, I told him we should mail it
[00:41.74]And now we gone up the river, they seen my nigga sellin'
[00:44.46]Nigga killed the police in Dallas, that's probably fake news
[00:47.38]While they knock 'em off with robotics, R2D2's
[00:50.27]Everything on me icy, Snow White, it's just like I skiied through
[00:53.70]I sit back in the trap with them rats and I watch the cheese move
[00:56.20]Shakin all these nutso niggas off the roof, off the record
[00:58.99]Ball without a mother****in' ball like I was Tommy Sheppard
[01:01.95]Life a bachelor party, we with them strippers on O's and X's
[01:04.90]I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah
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[01:10.43]Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah
[01:17.84]I pour it up and get my soul right
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[01:20.54]East side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)
[01:22.47]Brother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)
[01:25.34]Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby
[01:28.20]Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady
[01:31.27]Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate
[01:34.80]****ed some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight
[01:37.10]Way back when we had rows and Lincolns is all a nigga ate
[01:40.00]And every day I **** up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh
[01:43.89]Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket
[01:46.00]Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid
[01:48.86]Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon
[01:51.79]I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah (Blessings, blessings)
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[01:57.58]Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah
[02:03.32]I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah
[02:10.77]'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah
[02:16.64]So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah
[02:22.35]Mama always told me it'd be alright, yeah
[02:28.29]I still broke it down and it was all white, yeah
[02:34.44]I pray the Lord'll get my soul right, yeah
[02:40.14]I still pray to Lord'll get my soul right