制作

出演艺人
PTM Hud
PTM Hud
表演者
作曲和作词
Hudson Coats
Hudson Coats
作词
制作和工程
IkeMadeThis
IkeMadeThis
制作人
Andyr
Andyr
制作人

歌词

Flippin’ through the pages
All gold, no stainless
Hate feel contagious
Green, yellow, red, we runnin’ through ‘em, it’s the same thing
Sin for a sin, free my twin, we got the same pain
Same Cuban, wore around the gang, we got the same chain
Give my honest opinion when in witchu, so you don’t want me ‘round it
Been investin’ in myself, just watch the money pilin’
Out of twenty, fifteen snake, only five were solid
I take the blame when I ain’t supposed to
Vibe with myself, talk with myself, no place to go to
No guidance, I don’t held your hand and tried to coach you
How you gon’ leave and then go show ‘em the shit I showed you
Spent time with myself and made a master plan
Stuck up in the streets just like a traffic jam
Trust the wrong **** and they crossed me
You came around the freeload and I’m feelin’ salty
I knew I shouldn’t ever fucked, now I can’t get her off me
You ain’t got a voice, you piggy tailin’ off the last man
Fraud, I can’t see right through you like a CAT scan
**** tucked they face and come back ‘round, it’s like they Batman
Addin’ up my dimes, I’m at a hunnit, hit the past ten
Any **** go and play with us, they get the trashcan
Strictly ‘bout my business, don’t call my phone until the bags land
Brodie copped a new Gen fo’, he tossed the last ten
They takin’ off they extensions, we like the mags in
Flippin’ through the pages
All gold, no stainless
Hate feel contagious
Green, yellow, red, we runnin’ through ‘em, it’s the same thing
Sin for a sin, free my twin, we got the same pain
Same Cuban, wore around the gang, we got the same chain
Give my honest opinion when in witchu, so you don’t want me ‘round it
Been investin’ in myself, just watch the money pilin’
Out of twenty, fifteen snaked, only five were solid
I’m so used to alone time, clear thoughts on road trips
We done let it die down, we gon’ clear the whole list
Kicked the cup, I relapsed and I done poured a whole brick
Sippin’ tris got me Wocky chasin’
I’m in public, ‘round them white folk, they can smell my fragrance
Some **** thinkin’ that I fell off, some **** think I made it
They ain’t even help me at my lowest, still come through and cater
How you gon’ say I ain’t provide, that **** just a hater
Learn the best from the worst
Still a **** growin’, breakin’ hearts and movin’ on
No emotions through the phone
And it hurt to the bone, I don’t wanna feel this pain no more
Imma tell you how I feel, ain’t tryna preach about it
I left my heart at yo’ door, hate I left without it
I fell in love w Cashapp, Zelle, and new deposits
I’m seein’ shit a little different, man, that shit is childish
Flippin’ through the pages
All gold, no stainless
Hate feel contagious
Green, yellow, red, we runnin’ through ‘em, it’s the same thing
Sin for a sin, free my twin, we got the same pain
Same Cuban, wore around the gang, we got the same chain
Give my honest opinion when in witchu, so you don’t want me ‘round it
Been investin’ in myself, just watch the money pilin’
Out of twenty, fifteen snaked, only five were solid
Written by: Hudson Coats
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