| 作词 : Georgia Anne Muldrow/Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| 作曲 : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| Take a picture, it'll last longer | |
| Knew we wouldn't last | |
| Even though she had an ass on her | |
| Left her in the past 'cause | |
| I ain't into bad karma | |
| I ain't into bad karma | |
| Say a prayer when I wake | |
| Brush teeth wash face | |
| Eat food, say grace | |
| If you're reading this it's probably too late | |
| Not another light skin nigga ****in' up the place | |
| They gon' probably kill a nigga at the podium | |
| Before I get to die from high blood pressure sodium | |
| At least let the money and the bread start rollin' in | |
| Then let it all go the head | |
| Here we go again | |
| I got the feeling now | |
| To bring the walls then | |
| Take the ****in' ceiling down | |
| Been killing niggas then | |
| They killin niggas now | |
| It ain't no different | |
| Even though we got millions now | |
| Who's making the right call? | |
| The world's ugly | |
| I'ma **** her with the lights off | |
| The devil workin' | |
| So we never take a night off | |
| I'm just tryna do it right dawg | |
| Word | |
| [Bridge] | |
| My homie called me like just the other day | |
| Where you at | |
| Where you stay | |
| Told him I'm on my way, told him I'm on my way | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Georgia Ann Muldrow] | |
| The Rays reach, through windows, 'round corners, and playgrounds, | |
| The fathers, in heaven, destroy some, and build some. | |
| The streets ain't for you lil' homie | |
| Take a different route | |
| Give the people something | |
| That really couldn't live without | |
| The proof is in the pudding | |
| So me tell what you whisper 'bout? | |
| The last time you seen a real one | |
| Oh, it's been awhile | |
| Oh, there he go, there he go, | |
| Self praising | |
| What I'm supposed to be? | |
| Down and out, hell raisin'? | |
| In the streets, oh, wildin' out, | |
| Shell cases, with a cell waitin' | |
| Blamin' these pales faces or | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Doing some regular shit | |
| That I don't want to do | |
| If that's a problem then | |
| Then that's a problem for you | |
| I'm used to niggas | |
| Switchin' out of the blue | |
| I'm used to bitches | |
| Switchin' out of the blue | |
| 2x | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Georgia Anne Muldrow Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| zuo qu : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| Take a picture, it' ll last longer | |
| Knew we wouldn' t last | |
| Even though she had an ass on her | |
| Left her in the past ' cause | |
| I ain' t into bad karma | |
| I ain' t into bad karma | |
| Say a prayer when I wake | |
| Brush teeth wash face | |
| Eat food, say grace | |
| If you' re reading this it' s probably too late | |
| Not another light skin nigga in' up the place | |
| They gon' probably kill a nigga at the podium | |
| Before I get to die from high blood pressure sodium | |
| At least let the money and the bread start rollin' in | |
| Then let it all go the head | |
| Here we go again | |
| I got the feeling now | |
| To bring the walls then | |
| Take the in' ceiling down | |
| Been killing niggas then | |
| They killin niggas now | |
| It ain' t no different | |
| Even though we got millions now | |
| Who' s making the right call? | |
| The world' s ugly | |
| I' ma her with the lights off | |
| The devil workin' | |
| So we never take a night off | |
| I' m just tryna do it right dawg | |
| Word | |
| Bridge | |
| My homie called me like just the other day | |
| Where you at | |
| Where you stay | |
| Told him I' m on my way, told him I' m on my way | |
| Chorus | |
| Georgia Ann Muldrow | |
| The Rays reach, through windows, ' round corners, and playgrounds, | |
| The fathers, in heaven, destroy some, and build some. | |
| The streets ain' t for you lil' homie | |
| Take a different route | |
| Give the people something | |
| That really couldn' t live without | |
| The proof is in the pudding | |
| So me tell what you whisper ' bout? | |
| The last time you seen a real one | |
| Oh, it' s been awhile | |
| Oh, there he go, there he go, | |
| Self praising | |
| What I' m supposed to be? | |
| Down and out, hell raisin'? | |
| In the streets, oh, wildin' out, | |
| Shell cases, with a cell waitin' | |
| Blamin' these pales faces or | |
| Bridge | |
| Doing some regular shit | |
| That I don' t want to do | |
| If that' s a problem then | |
| Then that' s a problem for you | |
| I' m used to niggas | |
| Switchin' out of the blue | |
| I' m used to bitches | |
| Switchin' out of the blue | |
| 2x | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Georgia Anne Muldrow Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| zuò qǔ : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| Take a picture, it' ll last longer | |
| Knew we wouldn' t last | |
| Even though she had an ass on her | |
| Left her in the past ' cause | |
| I ain' t into bad karma | |
| I ain' t into bad karma | |
| Say a prayer when I wake | |
| Brush teeth wash face | |
| Eat food, say grace | |
| If you' re reading this it' s probably too late | |
| Not another light skin nigga in' up the place | |
| They gon' probably kill a nigga at the podium | |
| Before I get to die from high blood pressure sodium | |
| At least let the money and the bread start rollin' in | |
| Then let it all go the head | |
| Here we go again | |
| I got the feeling now | |
| To bring the walls then | |
| Take the in' ceiling down | |
| Been killing niggas then | |
| They killin niggas now | |
| It ain' t no different | |
| Even though we got millions now | |
| Who' s making the right call? | |
| The world' s ugly | |
| I' ma her with the lights off | |
| The devil workin' | |
| So we never take a night off | |
| I' m just tryna do it right dawg | |
| Word | |
| Bridge | |
| My homie called me like just the other day | |
| Where you at | |
| Where you stay | |
| Told him I' m on my way, told him I' m on my way | |
| Chorus | |
| Georgia Ann Muldrow | |
| The Rays reach, through windows, ' round corners, and playgrounds, | |
| The fathers, in heaven, destroy some, and build some. | |
| The streets ain' t for you lil' homie | |
| Take a different route | |
| Give the people something | |
| That really couldn' t live without | |
| The proof is in the pudding | |
| So me tell what you whisper ' bout? | |
| The last time you seen a real one | |
| Oh, it' s been awhile | |
| Oh, there he go, there he go, | |
| Self praising | |
| What I' m supposed to be? | |
| Down and out, hell raisin'? | |
| In the streets, oh, wildin' out, | |
| Shell cases, with a cell waitin' | |
| Blamin' these pales faces or | |
| Bridge | |
| Doing some regular shit | |
| That I don' t want to do | |
| If that' s a problem then | |
| Then that' s a problem for you | |
| I' m used to niggas | |
| Switchin' out of the blue | |
| I' m used to bitches | |
| Switchin' out of the blue | |
| 2x | |
| Chorus |
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