[00:00.000] 作词 : Powers Pleasant/Jermaine Cole/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Tim Friedrich/Keir Gist/Thomas Wlodarcyk/Melvin Dinkins/Joe Sample
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Powers Pleasant/Jermaine Cole/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Tim Friedrich/Keir Gist/Thomas Wlodarcyk/Melvin Dinkins/Joe Sample
[00:03.798][Intro]
[00:06.270]Ayy, can you go check on her real quick?
[00:07.309]
[00:08.315][Chorus]
[00:09.551]I ain't safe, nigga, for a bus roll
[00:11.558]Throw your hands up ([?])
[00:13.102]Just that grab for the call [?]
[00:14.910]I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
[00:17.422]I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home (Yeah)
[00:19.932]I ain't safe, can you roll, you [?] hands up
[00:23.441][?], suicide, [?]
[00:25.220]I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
[00:27.728]I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home
[00:28.482]
[00:28.984][Verse 1]
[00:30.010]Yeah
[00:31.575]Yo, Jermaine, what's the word?
[00:32.578]I got a new number, delete that old one
[00:34.555]By now, I'm sure you must've heard
[00:36.063]About how I got jammed up and had to sit some
[00:38.577]It's nothin', though I did longer bids, this was a quick one
[00:40.574]I never hit you 'cause I know niggas be playin' victim
[00:43.619]Beggin' you for big sums of dough
[00:45.124]When income's low, that ain't my style, it'll never be
[00:47.776]To me, you'll always be my dog, not a celebrity
[00:50.794]And plus, you did enough, wired me bands
[00:52.798]Way back when it was rough last night
[00:54.301]When it was dusk, ran in a chisel at Cross Creek
[00:56.810]You know how he be movin' like he in a rush
[00:58.815]Told him, come through to the crib over at Haymount Hills
[01:01.824]We sat in my living room, where then we lit a dutch
[01:04.331]I ain't even know that he smoke like that
[01:06.339]Drank a few beers, it's been years since we joked like that
[01:08.843]Yo, I seen Greena on the 'Grams, she don't post like that
[01:11.350]But both she's still bad, one of the baddest bitches the Ville had
[01:14.357]Lot of these hoes fallin' off, and it's real sad
[01:16.875]How time can rob us of our best days?
[01:18.977]As we slaved for peasant wage with no nest aid
[01:21.621]Saved for rainy days, but anyways, what's up?
[01:24.133]I thought about you, holla at me
[01:26.136]I would love to catch up, I know you busy
[01:27.136]But you and my prayers, God bless you and your affairs
[01:30.252]Stay aware, 'cause real niggas is rare dog safety
[01:31.253]
[01:31.754][Chorus]
[01:32.773]Safety, safety, safety (Westside, [?], throw your hands up, [?] portalize)
[01:35.897]I know the whole world blowin' up your phone (Safety, safety)
[01:39.956]I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home
[01:42.949]Safety, safety, safety ([?])
[01:46.472]I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
[01:50.116]I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home (Uh)
[01:51.270]
[01:52.296][Verse 2]
[01:53.299]Ayy, boy, what's goin' on?
[01:54.801]I feel no way when you don't respond, dog
[01:56.808]I know your heart, and I know I pawn
[01:58.312]I know a lot is on your plate and more is on your mind
[02:00.918]But still I hit you time to time when you crossin' mine
[02:03.424]I heard that big Mal died, and no, I couldn't tell you the cause
[02:06.448]I know fentanyl's been leavin' brothers cross-side and things
[02:09.460]Can't tell what's killin' mo' niggas, drugs are crossfire
[02:11.997]When moms cry, it's a shame, as of late, I've seen
[02:15.079]An uptick in motorcades, but not for the president
[02:17.584]These processions are for the negligent
[02:19.744]So I don't care to hang out
[02:21.336]These younger niggas even quicker than I was to bang out
[02:23.861]Oh, shit, forgot to say I got a daughter now
[02:25.868]Here's a picture, she startin' to look more like her father now
[02:28.890]When she cries, her mama put on your songs to calm her down
[02:31.397]It's wild, how just the sound of your voice, it brought a smile
[02:34.455]Dog, I'm proud, you made it out of this bitch
[02:36.459]Few things are better when a nigga from the bottom get rich
[02:38.969]Although I'm sure it brings its own set of problems
[02:42.563]Most of the city love you, though a couple seem jealous of your stardom
[02:44.110]Like, what's up with old buddy that's makin' songs about you?
[02:46.778]Was about to punish him vicious, but then I thought about you
[02:49.426]And what you would say, might tell me to chill, but he violatin' for real
[02:52.933]Let me know when you comin' back to the 'Ville, dog, safety
[02:53.934]
[02:54.974][Chorus]
[02:55.982]Safety, safety, safety ([?], throw your hands up, [?] portalize)
[03:00.056]I know the whole world blowin' up your phone (Safety, safety)
[03:02.458]I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home
[03:05.758]Safety, safety, safety ([?] put your hands up, [?] underdogs, now we worldwide)
[03:10.260]I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
[03:12.770]I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home
[03:13.773]
[03:14.743][Verse 3]
[03:15.243]Yo, hit me back when you get the chance
[03:17.253]So many of our peers passed away through the years
[03:19.799]My appreciation for airs in my lungs has been enhanced
[03:22.800]Yo, Quay passed last night from medical conditions that were too advanced
[03:26.337]For doctors to intervene, they couldn't do a thing
[03:28.811]They say he dwindled away until his size was that of a figurine
[03:31.823]It seemed just like a mystery
[03:33.842]Some say it was acquired immune deficiency syndrome
[03:36.345]We been on what team he acknowledged
[03:38.886]Since we was kids, he lived in a closet
[03:40.393]But that changed soon as he went to college
[03:42.449]Up there while in the A&T, runnin' with fruity types
[03:44.956]Dick in the booty types, tight pants
[03:47.481]Switchin' their hips, paintin' their nails
[03:48.958]So niggas from the Ville had to distance ourselves
[03:51.587]He felt the way, remember, he was beefin' with me
[03:54.105]That's when he moved to the A, I guess, so he could be free
[03:56.602]But years later, I heard they seen him walkin' on brag (Oh-oh)
[03:59.107]At 2 a.m. with a lace front, dressin' in drag
[04:02.114]I shook my head, but still, I began to feel bad
[04:04.114]It's like his lifestyle was blockin' all the love that we had
[04:06.678]We turned our backs on him, some of us called him a fa—
[04:09.727]Nah, time's changed, I know that's wrong
[04:12.738]Now that we grown, I wish I could apologize, 'cause we did him wrong
[04:15.246]Man, why it feel like recently niggas ain't livin' long?
[04:17.890]Rest in peace to your boy Filthee, I heard about that too
[04:20.904]Last summer, a lot of brothers had got murdered out the blues
[04:22.911]Shit was wild, but anyhow, just reachin' out
[04:25.554]Bearin' bad news infused with what I'm thinkin' bout
[04:28.064]Here go the obituary, and just in case
[04:30.571]There's a program attached that gives you the time and place
[04:33.079]It's that funeral home off the merc, the one adjace
[04:36.094]To that used car lot where I copped that Ford Escape
[04:38.096]I know fame make that shit hella awkward to be at wakes
[04:40.604]But I bet it mean a lot to his family to see your face
[04:43.115]If you can make it home, the viewin' is on Thursday
[04:45.621]Funeral on Friday by plane or by highway, your safety
[04:47.158]
[04:48.159][Outro]
[04:53.673]Safety
[04:58.184]Huh, alright, safety

作词 : Powers Pleasant/Jermaine Cole/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Tim Friedrich/Keir Gist/Thomas Wlodarcyk/Melvin Dinkins/Joe Sample
作曲 : Powers Pleasant/Jermaine Cole/Michael Holmes/Kelvin Wooten/Tim Friedrich/Keir Gist/Thomas Wlodarcyk/Melvin Dinkins/Joe Sample
Ayy, can you go check on her real quick?

I ain't safe, nigga, for a bus roll
Throw your hands up ()
Just that grab for the call
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home (Yeah)
I ain't safe, can you roll, you hands up
, suicide,
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home

Yeah
Yo, Jermaine, what's the word?
I got a new number, delete that old one
By now, I'm sure you must've heard
About how I got jammed up and had to sit some
It's nothin', though I did longer bids, this was a quick one
I never hit you 'cause I know niggas be playin' victim
Beggin' you for big sums of dough
When income's low, that ain't my style, it'll never be
To me, you'll always be my dog, not a celebrity
And plus, you did enough, wired me bands
Way back when it was rough last night
When it was dusk, ran in a chisel at Cross Creek
You know how he be movin' like he in a rush
Told him, come through to the crib over at Haymount Hills
We sat in my living room, where then we lit a dutch
I ain't even know that he smoke like that
Drank a few beers, it's been years since we joked like that
Yo, I seen Greena on the 'Grams, she don't post like that
But both she's still bad, one of the baddest bitches the Ville had
Lot of these hoes fallin' off, and it's real sad
How time can rob us of our best days?
As we slaved for peasant wage with no nest aid
Saved for rainy days, but anyways, what's up?
I thought about you, holla at me
I would love to catch up, I know you busy
But you and my prayers, God bless you and your affairs
Stay aware, 'cause real niggas is rare dog safety

Safety, safety, safety (Westside, , throw your hands up, portalize)
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone (Safety, safety)
I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home
Safety, safety, safety ()
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home (Uh)

Ayy, boy, what's goin' on?
I feel no way when you don't respond, dog
I know your heart, and I know I pawn
I know a lot is on your plate and more is on your mind
But still I hit you time to time when you crossin' mine
I heard that big Mal died, and no, I couldn't tell you the cause
I know fentanyl's been leavin' brothers cross-side and things
Can't tell what's killin' mo' niggas, drugs are crossfire
When moms cry, it's a shame, as of late, I've seen
An uptick in motorcades, but not for the president
These processions are for the negligent
So I don't care to hang out
These younger niggas even quicker than I was to bang out
Oh, shit, forgot to say I got a daughter now
Here's a picture, she startin' to look more like her father now
When she cries, her mama put on your songs to calm her down
It's wild, how just the sound of your voice, it brought a smile
Dog, I'm proud, you made it out of this bitch
Few things are better when a nigga from the bottom get rich
Although I'm sure it brings its own set of problems
Most of the city love you, though a couple seem jealous of your stardom
Like, what's up with old buddy that's makin' songs about you?
Was about to punish him vicious, but then I thought about you
And what you would say, might tell me to chill, but he violatin' for real
Let me know when you comin' back to the 'Ville, dog, safety

Safety, safety, safety (, throw your hands up, portalize)
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone (Safety, safety)
I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home
Safety, safety, safety ( put your hands up, underdogs, now we worldwide)
I know the whole world blowin' up your phone
I wanna know, nigga, when you comin' home

Yo, hit me back when you get the chance
So many of our peers passed away through the years
My appreciation for airs in my lungs has been enhanced
Yo, Quay passed last night from medical conditions that were too advanced
For doctors to intervene, they couldn't do a thing
They say he dwindled away until his size was that of a figurine
It seemed just like a mystery
Some say it was acquired immune deficiency syndrome
We been on what team he acknowledged
Since we was kids, he lived in a closet
But that changed soon as he went to college
Up there while in the A&T, runnin' with fruity types
Dick in the booty types, tight pants
Switchin' their hips, paintin' their nails
So niggas from the Ville had to distance ourselves
He felt the way, remember, he was beefin' with me
That's when he moved to the A, I guess, so he could be free
But years later, I heard they seen him walkin' on brag (Oh-oh)
At 2 a.m. with a lace front, dressin' in drag
I shook my head, but still, I began to feel bad
It's like his lifestyle was blockin' all the love that we had
We turned our backs on him, some of us called him a fa—
Nah, time's changed, I know that's wrong
Now that we grown, I wish I could apologize, 'cause we did him wrong
Man, why it feel like recently niggas ain't livin' long?
Rest in peace to your boy Filthee, I heard about that too
Last summer, a lot of brothers had got murdered out the blues
Shit was wild, but anyhow, just reachin' out
Bearin' bad news infused with what I'm thinkin' bout
Here go the obituary, and just in case
There's a program attached that gives you the time and place
It's that funeral home off the merc, the one adjace
To that used car lot where I copped that Ford Escape
I know fame make that shit hella awkward to be at wakes
But I bet it mean a lot to his family to see your face
If you can make it home, the viewin' is on Thursday
Funeral on Friday by plane or by highway, your safety

Safety
Huh, alright, safety