Polo G 即将举行的音乐会
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制作
出演艺人
Polo G
演唱
Future
演唱
作曲和作词
Taurus Bartlett
词曲作者
Joshua Luellen
词曲作者
Nayvadius Wilburn
词曲作者
制作和工程
Southside
制作人
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
混音工程师
Ignacio Portales
助理工程师
Dale Becker
母带工程师
歌词
I know you waiting
Getting fed up, you're running out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you, "we'd make it"
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces, uh
In 'em foreign's racing
Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team, that was a great win
Lose, when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (uh-uh-uh)
Ayy, look, I do this shit for all my guys that got put under
50 shots, I'm a drummer, them guns spit thunder
One shot and he dead, call that bitch the one-hit-wonder
No, we don't aim for legs, tryna make it hot all summer
As a small kid, I used to want a H2 Hummer
My uncle did a bid, they could've gave him football numbers
I went from Mandrake, daily tryna work on my jumper
Now it's gang-gang, we stay on top of shit like a plunger, uh
Old heads can't trick us, drop rakes when we flick up
Lawyer's face get zipped up, ambulance pick up
Oh, red cups full of liquor
Let lead bust for my niggas
Come through and tear it up with them blickers
I really fed all of my killers
Uh, I know you're waiting
Getting fed up, you're running out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you, "We'd make it"
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces, uh
In 'em foreign's racing
Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team, that was a great win
Lose when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (uh-uh-uh)
Ayy, I'm gettin' fast money 'cause I ain't got no patience
I'm with my team 'cause they cook niggas like bacon
I did my thing trappin' out the spot was vacant
Lil' nigga in jail, stabbing shit up like he Jason, uh, uh, uh
Runnin' up fresh with some horses like I'm racing
Bitch so bad, look photoshopped when she naked
Made it out the jungle, where they're scorching and blazing
My dawg get money and I get money, nigga, it's contagious
Went from a trapper to living like a popstar
I done got so rich, I'm feeding my lil' kids caviar
My bitch don't want for shit, she get whatever she want
My shooter walk you down, stand over you, make sure it's done
Uh, I know you're waiting
Getting fed up, you're running out of patience
Just keep your head up, I told you, "We'd make it"
Can't give my meds up, I see too many faces, uh
In 'em foreign's racing
Best make it count, make sure it's no time wasted
I beat the trenches for my team, that was a great win
Lose, when you gave it everything, that's hard to take in (uh-uh-uh)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Howard Luellen, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
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