制作
出演艺人
Preme
表演者
作曲和作词
Raynford Humphrey
作曲
Andrew Franklin
作曲
Jermaine Thompson
作词
制作和工程
Prologic
制作人
Jermaine Thompson
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
I used to say
Do dreams really come true?
Do miracles happen?
Can I get paid for my passion?
When I was a youngin, my American family laugh at my accent
I'd say my accent's 'bout as thick as your glasses, huh
Proud to say I'm never caught up in fashion
'Cause clothes can't cover your soul
[Verse 2]
And as of lately
I've been focused on my lady
Fuck bitches, man
Them hoes ain't covered in gold
They wouldn't let me cross the border
Cuffed and tagged me on hope
It's my story
If I don't tell it, it won't ever be told
Every man must stand on his own two
[Verse 3]
I know the grind
Germs taught me how to hustle and know too
From flippin' burgers to committin' burglaries
From winnin' spellin' B's to catchin' felonies, uh
My hood credentials
Such waste of potential
My ma, I pray I make it to make up for what you been through
[Verse 4]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain't nobody comin' to your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you were born for this ill life
You ain't the only one born through this ill life
All I know how to live is a still life
They gon' see what I did with this ill life
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 5]
Follow my story, see the pain in my steps
Sunshine bring life, so I'ma rain it to death
For the sake of my kid
I'm tryna find some common ground with my ex
But it's hard to get right when you left
And lately shit done got me thinkin'
How I gotta strike in order to become a kingpin
Let that sink in
[Verse 6]
Quiet in the club
Just smokin', drinkin'
We yellin', free my **** like I'm Lincoln
Remember when Cole would open for Drake
And I would open for Cole
So I'ma climb to the top
I was still two levels below
[Verse 7]
That shit just fueled the hunger, I have to settle the score
Get off tour, hope on my bike, back to peddlin' dope
Talk about bein' stressed, had to finally accept
I'd be rich if I could cash a reality check
Money ain't ever make me, pussy ain't never slave me
Still trappin' while I'm rappin'
Just prayin' that, Lord, You save me, come on
[Verse 8]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain't nobody comin' to your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you were born for this ill life
You ain't the only one born through this ill life
All I know how to live is a still life
They gon' see what I did with this ill life
Yeah
[Verse 9]
What more can I say besides I want it?
Want it more
Connoisseur
A young boy makin' fossils out of these dinosaurs
Say it, say it loud and proud
Own that shit
I got ownership, I can hand out eviction notices
Young black landlord, **** can't see me like a sandstorm
Big gold metals like we ran for 'em
[Verse 10]
Still willin' to fall for what we stand for
Violate, I cut off your lights like I pulled the lamp cord
Uh, we catch flights to catch feelin's
Hardest smell of hate through this scent of a fresh million
Realest **** recite me, the fake never relate
I'm from where a man is measured by what he got in his safe
[Verse 11]
Drinkin' OE's
On the corner duckin' police
No me
I grew up and I blew up
Now I'm the OG
Slim ****, pockets obese
Got my bitches on a short leash, that's right
[Verse 12]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain't nobody comin' to your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you were born for this ill life
You ain't the only one born through this ill life
All I know how to live is a still life
They gon' see what I did with this ill life
Written by: Andrew Franklin, Jermaine Thompson, Raynford Humphrey