音乐视频

音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Tyga
Tyga
声乐
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
其他声乐
作曲和作词
Tyga
Tyga
作曲
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
词曲作者
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
词曲作者
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
词曲作者
Jonathan King
Jonathan King
词曲作者
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
词曲作者
制作和工程
Sap
Sap
制作人
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
其他制作人
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
助理录音工程师
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
混音工程师
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
声乐制作人

歌词

[Verse 1]
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
[Verse 2]
Yeah, got some shit on my mind
[Verse 3]
Uh, first off, this song meant to be tooken wrong
Bad intentions and all, don't want the problem resolved
Heard it was you, I'm like, "No, not my dawg"
Went to school together, took the bus and all
Back of flashing cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us, run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen, dawg
Used to wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
Till I seen the ****, wrong hat, now his head off
Picked up a notepad, thought you gon' do the same
Wrote down the shit I saw, now I don't look at shit the same
Now, how am I to blame for you choosing the life you made?
****, you a man too, why you mad at me?
[Verse 4]
Same gravity hold you down, that's embarrassing
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
Told **** we're related, even when I made it
Had nothing but good things to say about you
Even though you still hated
I know you think 'cause this fame, I'm probably jaded
Ain't get a chance to see your daughter, tell her happy belated
From me, I don't care if that car leased, you in it, you own it
And that's all me, being smart don't mean cheap
You could take a life sitting in that driver's seat
Take your shades off, I'm like "Remember me?"
[Verse 5]
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say, then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell 'em, play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song
[Verse 6]
Looking at my story, breaking down my glory
Judging my highlights when it's shots like Horry
Always tryna take from me, criticize, hate on me
Wanna call me fake 'cause you really can't relate to me
Your remarks, playing league out of character
You social past couldn't make a dollar in America
On your keyboard 'cause I blew up like a keloid
Me, boy, why you **** gotta be a killjoy?
I gave you **** something to ride to
Gave you **** something to get fly to
Gave you **** something to die to
**** want the fast life, barely in the drive-thru
[Verse 7]
I advise you, do what your life allow you to
You a fair, ****? It's cool, I was once too
All that feedback, really don't need that
You like it? Buy it
You don't? Don't cop it
Continue to be great but my eyes lit
Ignorance is bliss, so I can't blame your ignorance
It's irrelevant, I'm relevant
I'm a big event, so go ahead and vent
I'm a big event, so go ahead and vent
[Verse 8]
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say, then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell 'em, play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song, listen to this song, this song
[Verse 9]
If you know what you say, then say who you are
We ain't gotta take it this far
I ain't tryna diss you, I ain't tryna
Tell 'em, Tell 'em play this song, this song
I ain't tryna diss you
Make a diss song
Tell 'em, play this song
[Verse 10]
Bells ring, let the birds sing
Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain'll bring
This moment of clarity, I do it for auntie's nephew, never had a niece
They call it spoken word, don't want it to speak
Don't mix them colors with whites as if it was bleach
Back of the bus, **** fighting over window seats
Tryna compete, T-Ross, make this cypher complete
[Verse 11]
Ryan just got killed, who is he to blame?
God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
It's rules to this shit but this shit ain't a game
Give or take, **** still gon' violate
[Verse 12]
Not up for discussion, load and cocking and busting
You tough? It's always someone tougher
Saying, fuck, we's in public, muhfucka
I kept it one thousand, to be exact
Went from hood racks to Maybach's, how real is that?
Plaques on the wall, wall match the chrome gat
Got pack, backpack, backpack rap, whatever was that
**** fire arms like they fucking fist gone
The simple heartbeats, that's a real diss song
Muhfucka
Written by: A. Lyon, F. Hultin, J. Jackson, J. King, Marcello Valenzano, O. Lindefelt, Tyga
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