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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saga
Saga
Performer
Thelonious Martin
Thelonious Martin
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thelonious Martin
Thelonious Martin
Producer

歌詞

Hang in there
Don't let it slide, let it pass, time'll die
Let it be the last time that they affect your pride
We gon' let it ride, rise like the tide
Got my eyes on the prize and not a white bitch with thick thighs
So they got me playing marksman
Harsin' like Alan Project, but not like Section 8 in Palmetto Gardens
Not involved in nonsense like drinking and barfing
Sober and I'm sharp as a fire on your squadron
That's arson I'm startin', I eat like I'm starving
Madison for playing games like we at the Garden
Knickerbocker, ricker rocker, see you
Shine they wanna come and block ya
No ordinary ordinance will hurt you like that locker
I detonate and obliterate entire rosters
Put that hellfire clip trigger to modify the chopper
Know the mind, know the guy, notice like you notified
Witness to the signature, style like it's notarized
How y'all feel out there?
How y'all feel out there?
Lookin' for that justice and mercy
You worthless or worthy
Normal or quirky, but always actin' thirsty
So tell me, can you dig it like I'm Cyrus?
Takin' shots at a virus, cuttin' words like incisors
Trippin', now they fallin', they callin', they all in that cauldron
They call it ballin' but I call it balls on they chin
Wit' a chip on they shoulder, they limp on, sicked on
Rich from, not the kind of scab you wanna pick on
Or piss off, get pissed on, or run 'em off
I make you think you found God and Judgment Day the way I punish y'all
The game's on a killing field, the end zone's a red zone
Lookin' for the redbone but got the friend zone
What you wanna be a dick for? To impress some thick whore
So you can dick raw, eventually get ripped off?
Here's a battle plan, diagram, cut your weight like diet plans
Kill a man with kilograms, flip it once like anagrams
I'm just a nobody but more like an antibody
Who embodies a beast to body anybody
Old habits die hard, you get jacked and piled on
Behind the whip, I'll take you on a trip miles long
How y'all feel out there?
How y'all feel out there?
How y'all feel out there?
Written by: Malcolm Joshua Martin, Saga
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