クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gen 4K
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungJavion
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
Uh, uh, yeah.
Mmm.
Okay. Okay. Ayy.
As I’m walking through the valley of death, I see no evil.
Reach for my chain, but I teach him.
He won’t come out, go get his people.
Chopstick lit off up the street.
He can’t get far, this chop gonna reach.
My lil’ **** get high all day, then pop out late like Jeepers Creepers.
Suicide, you ain’t got your heater.
My **** got plenty, stolen and illegal.
These hoes like my style,
And I’m riding this rockstar life just like The Beatles.
Every time my **** creep,
Smell death in the air like Beanie Sigel.
These streets ain’t made for the weak.
Lil’ ****, you scared? Talk to the preacher.
Ain’t trying to kick it with no rapper.
They gotta bring a skull for a feature.
Mr. Lion, my **** might pop out a club with choppers soon as I meet you.
**** better stay on point when they out,
Or get brought face to face with the reaper.
Better talk to bitch with respect.
She fucked his head when he mistreat her.
In these streets, it’s either star or crack.
One stop till I’m behind them bars.
No fly zone up in my hood.
They pull up swearing we stopping cars.
Lil’ bro say keep the door unlocked,
Ready to jump out, point past the stars.
Lil’ Gen 4 diamond in the dirt.
****’ jaws dropped when we beat the odds.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
I see my man dead on the right with this Drake, leave no survivor.
That Ford, it take mad mans away, now he getting suicidal.
They know them members strict on the block, ain’t accepting no outsider.
Knew that was it when he heard that stick, gang gon’ pull right on silent.
His homie left, he lost himself.
Bet the C2 gon’ find him.
Everything Lil Tado do be good.
A thousand shots come behind him.
I think a **** forgot who run I think a **** forgot who run the city.
Let me remind him.
Lil Mood, a real **** took the court.
Declare war if you trying me.
As I’m walking through the valley of death, I see no evil.
Reach for my chain, but I teach him.
He won’t come out, go get his people.
Chopstick lit off up the street.
He can’t get far. This chop gonna reach.
My little **** get high all day, then pop out late like Jeep and Creeper.
Written by: Robert Johnson