| 作词 : Amir Mušić/Carlton E.McKethan Jr | |
| 作曲 : Amir Mušić | |
| Now who the hell | |
| do you think yourself? | |
| Tryna ****ing teach me life | |
| When you get scared | |
| at the sound of the bell. | |
| Then tryna show me where’s | |
| the right path? | |
| I don’t think like you, | |
| I’m just goin’ my way. | |
| At the time when you | |
| had fun | |
| and stumbled, I | |
| was in the hell | |
| and fought just to survive. | |
| Nah, | |
| I don’t care | |
| where you are now, | |
| but I have risen from ashes. | |
| Yes, there should be | |
| a line about | |
| the ****ing bird of Phoeni | |
| hell no | |
| I’ll stay different. | |
| I’ll just say I didn’t | |
| even burn out - I ****ed the fire | |
| Your empty talks | |
| that’s what kills me. | |
| Turn that speaker | |
| Till i'll burn that shit | |
| Killin' undercover | |
| ‘Till your ranks won't split | |
| Back to wrapping | |
| And repackaging | |
| The shit that’s | |
| In the plastic | |
| Need a truck | |
| Load of the cash | |
| Stash the pistolas in the mattress | |
| Stay out the way of these bastard | |
| Them hating ass | |
| lying ass | |
| Ugly ass | |
| lil cowards | |
| Say they stacking bags | |
| They ass backwards | |
| If you ain’t got bread | |
| All across the board | |
| Then None of it gon matter | |
| I’m Tryna stack tall | |
| ***** we ball | |
| Stand tall | |
| Like the twin towers | |
| New York State of mind | |
| A southern swag | |
| With the same motive to get after bags | |
| So Who is yu to me | |
| Imma big dawg | |
| You mini buzz | |
| Little bitty flea | |
| You say ya shit cool | |
| But you a lame to me | |
| You don’t hold weight on the land ***** | |
| Just make sure you stay the **** from me | |
| Cause you and I | |
| We are not the same | |
| You and I | |
| Possess different aim | |
| I want just a little change that can change my lane | |
| While y’all chasing ass and that soulless fame | |
| Cold game | |
| So what’s the hold up what’s the game plan | |
| It’s always been the same what you askin! | |
| Stand tall until I’m in the casket | |
| Think what yu what yu wanna I’m not average |
| zuo ci : Amir Mu i Carlton E. McKethan Jr | |
| zuo qu : Amir Mu i | |
| Now who the hell | |
| do you think yourself? | |
| Tryna ing teach me life | |
| When you get scared | |
| at the sound of the bell. | |
| Then tryna show me where' s | |
| the right path? | |
| I don' t think like you, | |
| I' m just goin' my way. | |
| At the time when you | |
| had fun | |
| and stumbled, I | |
| was in the hell | |
| and fought just to survive. | |
| Nah, | |
| I don' t care | |
| where you are now, | |
| but I have risen from ashes. | |
| Yes, there should be | |
| a line about | |
| the ing bird of Phoeni | |
| hell no | |
| I' ll stay different. | |
| I' ll just say I didn' t | |
| even burn out - I ed the fire | |
| Your empty talks | |
| that' s what kills me. | |
| Turn that speaker | |
| Till i' ll burn that shit | |
| Killin' undercover | |
| ' Till your ranks won' t split | |
| Back to wrapping | |
| And repackaging | |
| The shit that' s | |
| In the plastic | |
| Need a truck | |
| Load of the cash | |
| Stash the pistolas in the mattress | |
| Stay out the way of these bastard | |
| Them hating ass | |
| lying ass | |
| Ugly ass | |
| lil cowards | |
| Say they stacking bags | |
| They ass backwards | |
| If you ain' t got bread | |
| All across the board | |
| Then None of it gon matter | |
| I' m Tryna stack tall | |
| we ball | |
| Stand tall | |
| Like the twin towers | |
| New York State of mind | |
| A southern swag | |
| With the same motive to get after bags | |
| So Who is yu to me | |
| Imma big dawg | |
| You mini buzz | |
| Little bitty flea | |
| You say ya shit cool | |
| But you a lame to me | |
| You don' t hold weight on the land | |
| Just make sure you stay the from me | |
| Cause you and I | |
| We are not the same | |
| You and I | |
| Possess different aim | |
| I want just a little change that can change my lane | |
| While y' all chasing ass and that soulless fame | |
| Cold game | |
| So what' s the hold up what' s the game plan | |
| It' s always been the same what you askin! | |
| Stand tall until I' m in the casket | |
| Think what yu what yu wanna I' m not average |
| zuò cí : Amir Mu i Carlton E. McKethan Jr | |
| zuò qǔ : Amir Mu i | |
| Now who the hell | |
| do you think yourself? | |
| Tryna ing teach me life | |
| When you get scared | |
| at the sound of the bell. | |
| Then tryna show me where' s | |
| the right path? | |
| I don' t think like you, | |
| I' m just goin' my way. | |
| At the time when you | |
| had fun | |
| and stumbled, I | |
| was in the hell | |
| and fought just to survive. | |
| Nah, | |
| I don' t care | |
| where you are now, | |
| but I have risen from ashes. | |
| Yes, there should be | |
| a line about | |
| the ing bird of Phoeni | |
| hell no | |
| I' ll stay different. | |
| I' ll just say I didn' t | |
| even burn out - I ed the fire | |
| Your empty talks | |
| that' s what kills me. | |
| Turn that speaker | |
| Till i' ll burn that shit | |
| Killin' undercover | |
| ' Till your ranks won' t split | |
| Back to wrapping | |
| And repackaging | |
| The shit that' s | |
| In the plastic | |
| Need a truck | |
| Load of the cash | |
| Stash the pistolas in the mattress | |
| Stay out the way of these bastard | |
| Them hating ass | |
| lying ass | |
| Ugly ass | |
| lil cowards | |
| Say they stacking bags | |
| They ass backwards | |
| If you ain' t got bread | |
| All across the board | |
| Then None of it gon matter | |
| I' m Tryna stack tall | |
| we ball | |
| Stand tall | |
| Like the twin towers | |
| New York State of mind | |
| A southern swag | |
| With the same motive to get after bags | |
| So Who is yu to me | |
| Imma big dawg | |
| You mini buzz | |
| Little bitty flea | |
| You say ya shit cool | |
| But you a lame to me | |
| You don' t hold weight on the land | |
| Just make sure you stay the from me | |
| Cause you and I | |
| We are not the same | |
| You and I | |
| Possess different aim | |
| I want just a little change that can change my lane | |
| While y' all chasing ass and that soulless fame | |
| Cold game | |
| So what' s the hold up what' s the game plan | |
| It' s always been the same what you askin! | |
| Stand tall until I' m in the casket | |
| Think what yu what yu wanna I' m not average |
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