[00:00.000] 作词 : Aaron Tago/Kentrell Gauldin/Roger Mitchell Guerin III
[00:00.009] 作曲 : Aaron Tago/Kentrell Gauldin/Roger Mitchell Guerin III
[00:00.019] (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
[00:15.640] Ayy, this Lil Top, nigga
[00:18.383] R.I.P. Dump, R.I.P. Dave
[00:20.853] I'm bangin' for Bozilla 'til I'm in the grave
[00:24.866] Where I came from at? Well, it ain't no love
[00:28.520] I grew up 'round thugs, I'ma die a thug
[00:31.761]
[00:32.758] God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin'
[00:35.739] Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
[00:38.578] But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
[00:41.353] From my sons to my nigga s, neither one gon' want for nothin'
[00:44.054] Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
[00:46.688] We catch that boy, spit on that p***y nigga , been playin'
[00:49.221] I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
[00:52.142] Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran
[00:55.084]
[00:55.256] Oh, it ain't no love in these streets, yeah (Oh-oh)
[00:58.658] Yeah, I put my feelings on this beat (Beat, oh-oh-oh)
[01:01.385] I gotta watch how I move my feet (My feet)
[01:04.484] Yeah, I know they plottin' to kill me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:07.244] Oh, I know they plottin' to kill me, yeah (I know they plottin' to kill me)
[01:10.226] Yeah, so you know I stay with my heat (I'ma bust it 'til I can't)
[01:12.875] I, I catch that nigga , now he goin' beneath
[01:15.622] No, they ain't ****in' with me, no
[01:19.881] Say, what you want (What you want)
[01:21.328] Say YB, we gon' put these nigga s on (Put 'em on)
[01:23.949] I show no mercy, gotta get it in a hurry (In a hurry)
[01:26.862] I bust that .40, I'ma leave his vision blurry
[01:28.969]
[01:29.133] God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin' (Ooh)
[01:32.192] Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
[01:34.980] But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
[01:37.802] From my sons to my nigga s, neither one gon' want for nothin'
[01:40.494] Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
[01:43.223] We catch that boy, spit on that p***y nigga , been playin'
[01:45.777] I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
[01:48.622] Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran
[01:51.674]
[01:52.012] Sometimes, I wonder why my grandma always ****in' with me? (Always ****in')
[01:55.099] We fall off, she know I love her, hope the Lord forgive me (I hope the Lord)
[01:57.873] My sister got a Corolla, I'ma go buy her a Bentley
[02:00.777] Comin' up, I had to be my own father figure
[02:03.494] Told lil' brother, “Slow down, because you grow up fast, nigga ” (Growin' fast)
[02:06.503] You only got one motive, gotta get that bag, nigga (Bag)
[02:09.251] Focus on first place, don't be like the last nigga (Last)
[02:12.072] Predict the future, had to just let go of the past, nigga
[02:14.942] I do this shit for all the times they had me ****ed up (****ed up)
[02:17.589] Instead of sleepin' all the time, you should get the **** up
[02:20.201] I ran it with YB, he told me, “nigga, you so gifted”
[02:23.150] I'm certified, I'ma one of a kind nigga
[02:25.704] I get you smoked like a cigarette, no it ain't cool
[02:28.593] Screamin', “Mama, I made it,” like a graduate came from school (School, oh)
[02:31.391] We bringin' to the table like we all playin' pool
[02:34.178] Fightin' the struggle like a lawyer, 'cause we got somethin' to prove
[02:36.919]
[02:37.082] God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin'
[02:39.962] Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
[02:42.724] But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
[02:45.519] From my sons to my nigga s, neither one gon' want for nothin'
[02:48.295] Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
[02:50.931] We catch that boy, spit on that p***y nigga , been playin'
[02:53.545] I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
[02:56.425] Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran

作词 : Aaron Tago/Kentrell Gauldin/Roger Mitchell Guerin III
作曲 : Aaron Tago/Kentrell Gauldin/Roger Mitchell Guerin III
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Ayy, this Lil Top, nigga
R.I.P. Dump, R.I.P. Dave
I'm bangin' for Bozilla 'til I'm in the grave
Where I came from at? Well, it ain't no love
I grew up 'round thugs, I'ma die a thug
God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin'
Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons to my nigga s, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that p***y nigga , been playin'
I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran
Oh, it ain't no love in these streets, yeah (Oh-oh)
Yeah, I put my feelings on this beat (Beat, oh-oh-oh)
I gotta watch how I move my feet (My feet)
Yeah, I know they plottin' to kill me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, I know they plottin' to kill me, yeah (I know they plottin' to kill me)
Yeah, so you know I stay with my heat (I'ma bust it 'til I can't)
I, I catch that nigga , now he goin' beneath
No, they ain't ****in' with me, no
Say, what you want (What you want)
Say YB, we gon' put these nigga s on (Put 'em on)
I show no mercy, gotta get it in a hurry (In a hurry)
I bust that .40, I'ma leave his vision blurry
God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin' (Ooh)
Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons to my nigga s, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that p***y nigga , been playin'
I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran
Sometimes, I wonder why my grandma always ****in' with me? (Always ****in')
We fall off, she know I love her, hope the Lord forgive me (I hope the Lord)
My sister got a Corolla, I'ma go buy her a Bentley
Comin' up, I had to be my own father figure
Told lil' brother, “Slow down, because you grow up fast, nigga ” (Growin' fast)
You only got one motive, gotta get that bag, nigga (Bag)
Focus on first place, don't be like the last nigga (Last)
Predict the future, had to just let go of the past, nigga
I do this shit for all the times they had me ****ed up (****ed up)
Instead of sleepin' all the time, you should get the **** up
I ran it with YB, he told me, “nigga, you so gifted”
I'm certified, I'ma one of a kind nigga
I get you smoked like a cigarette, no it ain't cool
Screamin', “Mama, I made it,” like a graduate came from school (School, oh)
We bringin' to the table like we all playin' pool
Fightin' the struggle like a lawyer, 'cause we got somethin' to prove
God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin'
Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons to my nigga s, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that p***y nigga , been playin'
I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran