制作
出演艺人
博文
表演者
作曲和作词
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
词曲作者
Valentino Khan
词曲作者
制作和工程
博文
录音工程师
Valentino Khan
制作人
Brian Richardson
副制作人
Doug Peterson
副制作人
Jim Jonsin
监制
TI
监制
Chris Gehringer
母带工程师
Joe Fitz
混音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
How much must I repeat? We only play for keeps
No time-outs, no free throws, no refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops, no cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us, if you with it, then pull up a seat
[Verse 2]
When you roamin' through the jungle, talk is nothing, talk is cheap
Time is money, money is power, power corrupts eventually, damn
So what are the options? What are the choices left for me?
What other rule is left to break? I guess my fate is a quest for me
Man, I'm a dog that ain't got no leash
Man got a crib that ain't got no lease
Man got a flow that ain't got no brain
But I still get brain, no hands, no teeth, uh
Nowadays, all of the killers on the beat, uh
But where I was raised, all of the killers was down the street
[Verse 3]
Better do your research
Feelin' like I fell out of the sky and landed feet first
My squad go hard, my squad go country, watch my team work
Hell yeah, you can tell that the boy finna eat
'Cause I took my seat first
Three course meal, full entree, refills
And I want my dessert
So why not make a toast?
Tomorrow could always be worse
I keep them bottles comin' by the kiloliter
And get that ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so Grand Hustle, you ain't even in my league, sir
What's up with these nerds?
They be out here gettin' they salads tossed
Gettin' they leaves turned
The game just ain't what it used to be, the quality is blurred
But a dyin' breed survived and a dynasty emerged
So put in the air if you entirely concur
She called me hippie 'cause I live without any concern
Up on this green Earth, I'm on them green herbs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I stay in them trees like the Keeblers
[Verse 4]
Ha, and they say that I look higher in person
As a kid I played in the yard, but now I'm AstroTurfin'
I lived the actual version of the fantasies they utter
Made-up stories of threesomes, they must just be seein' double, ha
Run for cover, here comes trouble
My heart has grown cold, so I gotta sleep with warmer covers
Polar bear pimpin', solar flare spittin'
Somebody tell 'em that this is professional stuntin', don't attempt it
Society is twisted, they tryna take us under
So when you see them folks, don't forget to warn a brother
I made it out alive, but still the battle is a struggle
Veni, vidi, vici, I came, I saw, I conquered
They mad 'cause I murdered the game
And they name wasn't in the will
You see, most of these haters are mad rappers
Who just still waitin' on a deal
And they jealous of my success
'Cause my shoes cost more than the bill
But I'll never sit down at another table
Unless I'm invited to the meal
[Verse 5]
To some, it's like conquerin' mountains
To me, it's like steppin' on hills
Remember the images in your mirror
Can be bigger than they appear
And the truth can be hard to swallow
Dependin' the size of the pill
And by the looks, it's about the time
That you had your prescription filled
My life, full-length feature presentation
There are no intermissions, no time for commercial breakin'
A fighter in his prime, a legend in the makin'
There's no debatin' when you let your numbers make the statement
[Verse 6]
How much must I repeat? We only play for keeps
No time-outs, no free throws, no refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops, no cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us, if you with it, then pull up a seat
Written by: Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr, Valentino Khan

