作词 : Durk Banks/Thomas Moore 作曲 : Durk Banks/Thomas Moore [Intro] Aye TM [Verse] All them dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most I know one nigga who love to kill but he get faded first You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first I had the hoes in my DMs when I had a Nicki verse I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst Some of my homies played back then, they know they still bogus Quiet as kept, that door still open And my niggas on what I'm on and I don't feel bogus My mind eighty percent in the streets and I'm still focused Who gave me hope when I need it? 'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus Told him he the only one get a pass, that nigga believed us How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit How you think you still 300? You switched up on your guys and shit Letter to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again Went in for another bond but he got denied again Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again Every time a nigga died, they'll blame my side again And every bitch I ****, I tell her bring her side a friend Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh I was finger ****ing pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger **** these bitches, oh I'm regretting how I was raised, all my niggas went to jail, I had to **** with different niggas, woah ****ing fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got it feeling like a groupie hoe When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that's how they do me now [Outro] When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like Tryna run niggas or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that I just feel that the streets'll listen to me And I'm saying that shit different, you know
[00:00.00] 作词 : Durk Banks/Thomas Moore [00:00.00] 作曲 : Durk Banks/Thomas Moore [00:00.0][Intro] [00:19.77]Aye TM [00:20.9][Verse] [00:20.35]All them dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close [00:22.51]All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most [00:25.25]I know one nigga who love to kill but he get faded first [00:27.89]You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst [00:30.62]Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first [00:33.18]I had the hoes in my DMs when I had a Nicki verse [00:35.75]I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first [00:38.20]You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst [00:40.85]Some of my homies played back then, they know they still bogus [00:43.54]Quiet as kept, that door still open [00:46.23]And my niggas on what I'm on and I don't feel bogus [00:48.83]My mind eighty percent in the streets and I'm still focused [00:51.47]Who gave me hope when I need it? [00:53.35]'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing [00:57.5]Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus [00:59.56]Told him he the only one get a pass, that nigga believed us [01:01.89]How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit [01:04.64]How you think you still 300? You switched up on your guys and shit [01:07.23]Letter to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit [01:09.95]Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again [01:12.29]Went in for another bond but he got denied again [01:15.60]Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again [01:18.27]Every time a nigga died, they'll blame my side again [01:20.80]And every bitch I ****, I tell her bring her side a friend [01:23.19]Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh [01:28.45]Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh [01:33.74]I was finger ****ing pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger **** these bitches, oh [01:39.44]I'm regretting how I was raised, all my niggas went to jail, I had to **** with different niggas, woah [01:43.20]****ing fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got it feeling like a groupie hoe [01:50.11]When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that's how they do me now [01:51.15][Outro] [01:55.7]When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like [01:57.10]Tryna run niggas or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that [01:59.97]I just feel that the streets'll listen to me [02:02.62]And I'm saying that shit different, you know
