制作
作曲和作词
Bryan Ramsey
词曲作者
Tom Kendall
词曲作者
歌词
Yeah, uh
Look
As the cherry burn out of my last roach
I dumb it down, was overhead with the last quote
I got a son now, so I'm practicing dad jokes
My price range amount most ****'ll stab for
Tryna be the top dog
He caught one to the stomach, it look like his abs gone
A real motion picture, no milestones
I'm tryna be the best
Fly shit from the wing to the bottom of the net
And you gets no love
Fucking up like wine spills on pro clubs (You smooth)
You get an E for Effort but not good enough
(You taste like butter)
'Cause when you born with the gift, and raised in the mud
The left eye can always spot a scrub
Hard to impress, smile on my face like I'm hardly upset (Like I'm hardly upset)
Smallest pup in the yard, biggest heart in my chest
45 rings, though I'm far from a vet
My attitude match the altitude I live in
See the best dreams sleeping on fine linen
The black Beatle; Jaquan Lennon
Listen to Lil' Wayne so the clouds is what I swim in
With a black, Air Force filling in my gut
(Air Force filling in my gut)
Tough ain't in his genes, my partnas hemmed him up
One step at a time 'till we left him in the dust
(You smooth) Til we left him in the... dust
(You clean... you taste like butter)
Only man to survive after lightning was struck
Rabbit, foot in my pocket with the best luck
I'm next up
Man, I thought I told you motherfuckers
I'm just... way too smooth when it come to this shit, man
I'm talking 'bout...
When you hear this shit, it sound like
It sound like socks out the dryer, y'knowwhati'msayin?
Y'know that feeling, when you put on a fresh, y'know
Fresh set of socks dry?
Yeah, this what this sound like
(Hell yeah, ****)
Written by: Bryan Ramsey, Tom Kendall

