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出演艺人
EST Gee
EST Gee
说唱
作曲和作词
George Stone III
George Stone III
词曲作者
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
词曲作者
Aaron Butler
Aaron Butler
词曲作者
Philipp Lindworsky
Philipp Lindworsky
词曲作者
制作和工程
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
制作人
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
制作人
Phil
Phil
制作人
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
混音工程师
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
录音工程师
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
母带工程师

歌詞

Know, Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac Nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (lexinf' on that bitch, hol' up) I told him I'm not, though (shit is scripted) It's gonna be two dead on the day I go Yeah, you crazy (yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING) Don't put them, tell them move in loose, might see a sniper on the roof You heard me too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you They all non-factors, it's true, don't rap, they actually do I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through Sittin' in a half a million-car coupe, blowin' the black out the roof It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce Heard I'm in town, they get spooked, fake ass and wrestling dudes See is, it's dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it? Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait 'til 22 end As big as my influence is, think my life a movie (yeah, yeah) Yeah, God to you niggas, stars in my ceilin' We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals Black tar heroin flippin', post my ass in the center The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen Finesse the double-X-L, told me, "Gee, you cold as hell" The best friends came this year, but they late, that ship been sailed I fuck with Simone model ass, you covered, but be real I guarantee they budget and my ears, neck, and wrist on wheels Declined her, but she like me, won't do a cover on me, still Free my men out the feds, I'ma scream until I'm pale But most y'all niggas dead, never see they face again Pineapple mixed with red, turn this Fanta Keenan-Kel Clean off a dirty scale, prayin' it's not that hot in hell 'Cause if I go to heaven and don't see red, then I might bail I make wolves tuck they tails, all our opps dead or tell Plug talk to they BMs, don't love they kids, I'm sendin' a Zelle Do too much show and tell, and beefin' on the web That's how you end up tail, body nailed to a chair And bro, they hit his head, bow like he sayin' a prayer We shootin' bricks like Craigs, like it's Friday all year Yeah, I'm God to you niggas, stars in my ceilin' We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals Black tar heroin flippin', post my ass in the center The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen Mm, the biggest and the realest Shit's not scripted Mm, can't be like me, mm In a hundred years, you might not make it out Biggest and not only in rap, just as I came out Keep copyin', if you don't copy, you'll tell somebody You don't need use a copy, try and get it out of me, but they just can't do it They never did nothin', swear, it don't make no sense And all these niggas fall off after a few months The biggest though, yeah
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Aaron Butler, Tim Gomringer, Philipp Lindworsky, Kevin Gomringer, George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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