[00:00.000] 作词 : Latrell James/Neal H. Pogue II/Shellie Robinson/Kyle Clow
[00:00.747] 作曲 : Latrell James/Neal H. Pogue II/Shellie Robinson/Kyle Clow
[00:01.495]Ooh
[00:02.780]Ooh (Hahahaha)
[00:06.249]Yeah
[00:07.671]Ooh, oh
[00:10.596]There’s some confusion about nooses
[00:14.367]Guess our lessons ain’t been learned
[00:17.014]There’s a contusion in our music
[00:20.119]Guess our trauma ain’t been earned
[00:23.586]I realize my sacrifice don’t mean sh!t
[00:26.972]‘Til my masters burn
[00:29.283]All of this sh!t down to the ground
[00:31.984]Until ownership gets its turn, oh
[00:35.863]Yeah
[00:36.407]We’ve been rappin’ for pennies for half of a century
[00:39.311]Laughin’ to mask the fact that I’m baskin’ in envy
[00:41.945]Mastered the craft, now they use my masters against me
[00:45.046]Advance me some cash- after taxes, I’m practically empty
[00:48.108]Slowly losin’ my passion, the path of an emcee
[00:51.023]Got me gaspin’, passin’ the Henny and graspin’ the semi
[00:54.078]Niggas think ’cause I dropped a classic I’m doin’ better, like I got a slew of cheddar
[00:58.429]If only you knew my thoughts of pursuin’ a new endeavor
[01:01.461]They sayin’, “GRIP, you can’t give up on the music, never
[01:04.370]‘I quit’ is somethin’ you could never say!”
[01:06.478]It’s funny, they act like I just started rappin’ yesterday
[01:09.330]Fact of the matter is, you n!ggas just started pressin’ play, huh
[01:13.005]I met a man who’s pupils were dollar signs
[01:15.754]He made a deal that promised I won’t be forgot in time
[01:18.711]But here’s the catch: every single rhyme you jot is mine
[01:21.709]Not a problem? Fine, just put your name on this dotted line:
[01:24.692]There’s some confusion about nooses
[01:27.148]Guess our lessons ain’t been learned
[01:29.721]There’s a contusion in our music
[01:32.977]Guess our trauma ain’t been earned
[01:35.895]I realize my sacrifice don’t mean sh!t
[01:39.863]‘Til my masters burn
[01:42.060]All of this sh!t down to the ground
[01:44.821]Until ownership gets its turn, oh
[01:48.760]Yeah
[01:48.760]Product of the madness sold as product to the masses
[01:51.858]From poverty, we bastards, so we flashin’ in high fashion
[01:54.835]Never learned cash money, so when earned cash money
[01:58.164]We burned cash money, ghetto stars turned crash dummies
[02:01.057]In foreign cars that’s leased and Audemars with links
[02:04.270]We had to buss down for all them times a n!gga had to bus it
[02:07.394]Or spent like half the budget to put some gas in the bucket
[02:10.492]Down to your last “Like, f**k it” if I was a lad who’s dad had duckets
[02:14.312]Would I give the biz the green light?
[02:16.002]If I knew the words, I sing, might put me on a string like puppets
[02:19.642]Controlled by Geppetto from ghetto to ghetto
[02:22.501]Kiss your hood goodbye and tell Hollywood, “Hello”
[02:25.500]But old habits die hard and, where I’m from, we die young
[02:28.490]‘Cause we can’t let bygones be bygones, so we buy guns
[02:31.682]And when you caught slippin’, they gon’ make a killin’ off your killin’
[02:34.735]And the cycle continues for your children, d**n
[02:37.523]There’s some confusion about nooses
[02:39.909]Guess our lessons ain’t been learned
[02:42.710]There’s a contusion in our music
[02:45.912]Guess our trauma ain’t been earned
[02:48.831]I realize my sacrifice don’t mean sh!t
[02:52.732]‘Til my masters burn
[02:55.134]All of this sh!t down to the ground
[02:57.745]Until ownership gets its turn, oh