[00:00.000] 作词 : Kyle Clow/Eliot Dubock
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kyle Clow/Eliot Dubock
[00:21.841]Yeah
[00:23.054]My hunger to be regarded as the best is what’s starvin’ me to death
[00:27.071]Partially depressed and harborin’ regrets, targetin’ success
[00:30.559]Barterin’ bars, bargainin’ for checks
[00:32.452]Becoming a star seems startlin’, so I’m vexed, nonetheless, here I am, though
[00:36.735]Now they shoved a rifle in my hands and threw me in some camo
[00:39.454]And told me to go be Rambo, just ’cause you got a soul don’t
[00:43.118]Make you a soldier, every shoulder ain’t equipped to bolster
[00:46.091]The weight of a boulder, used to couldn’t wait to get older
[00:48.611]Over thirty now and jealous of Benjamin Button all of a sudden
[00:52.021]Reversin’ roles to live in reverse feel like more of a gift than a curse
[00:55.971]Jogging your memory, revisitin’ birth
[00:58.073]And truly get a sense of what life is literally worth
[01:01.113]I suppose what I write is like a zeitgeist for life’s highs and lows
[01:05.490]From night lights and tyke bikes to oversized girbauds
[01:08.473]To the everyday fight through the plight and providing flows
[01:11.701]That speak on it, these sonnets steeped in ebonics
[01:14.153]Be modest, how y’all sleep on it? I count up likes and read comments
[01:17.174]Some sh!t cut deep, some bring comic (Relief)
[01:19.061]Social medias unfamiliar land, I recon it
[01:21.758]Obtain the info, and what I gained was plain and simple
[01:25.195]Watch what you feed the soul ’cause the eye remains the window
[01:28.181]March to the best of your own drum, don’t let ’em change the tempo
[01:31.320]I came in this game with nickels, pockets in a major pickle, then made it triple
[01:36.265]Was contemplatin’ aimin’ pistols or slangin’ crystal
[01:39.253]Or crack, or matter fact, any pack
[01:42.115]Long as it brought plenty back
[01:43.725]Baby boy ain’t conform, just forged a formula then milked it, Similac
[01:48.245]The raps is similar to Cinemax
[01:50.510]Who said they could hold a candle to GRIP over wax?
[01:53.681]Relax, I’m from the class
[01:56.048]Of Hova and 3 Stacks, Pac, Nas, Big and Slim Shady
[01:59.909]Been wavy way before 1080
[02:02.193]Having nervous breakdowns like “I know the pen crazy
[02:05.118]But how I’m ‘posed to make them pay me?! Think, think, think, think—”
[02:08.627]I hit up Tigg ’bout management, that’s my mans and sh!t
[02:11.549]I feel if anybody was equipped for the task, he could handle it
[02:14.424]Besides the fact this n!gga cool
[02:16.566]He one of the only dudes I know that actually finished school (D**n)
[02:19.600]And to me, that mean he finish what he start
[02:23.343]So just stay down, my n!gga, and we gon’ see plenty from this art
[02:26.302]I hit up Tu, “Let’s cook from scratch, you got the beats, I got the raps”
[02:30.132]First sh!t we made was “Culdesac”, a classic track right off the bat
[02:33.224]“Porch” came shortly after that, hardly any records scrapped
[02:36.396]They knew that n!ggas was a problem, dropped “Snub'”- it was a wrap
[02:39.414]Was s’posed to hit the road with Brent, like thirty cities on the map
[02:42.448]Then that f**kin’ ‘rona hit, I lost out on thirty racks
[02:45.508]But many people lost their lives, so how the f**k could I complain?
[02:48.643]Feel like we moving from outside, but I feel stuck inside my brain
[02:51.755]Is this really what I want? Am I still in love with this game?
[02:54.699]Tigg called like, “N!gga, Eminem just said your sh!t was flames”
[02:57.924]Then me and Em hopped on a call, and it all seemed fittin’
[03:00.965]Just a couple days from quittin’ and the rest is unwritten