作词 : Robert Thomas/Jonathan Rucker/Elijah Crawford/Luis Miguel Fernandes Alves 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Jonathan Rucker/Elijah Crawford/Luis Miguel Fernandes Alves Yeah, look like it's snowing outside I'm in a penthouse with marble floors, I remember that project tower I remember that feeling when the Feds and the DA kick my front door down Daddy was in jail, Momma was in jail, she live like Remy Ma Man, my life amazing, I see pretty ladies and I start fornicating Now I'm Times Square from public housing, I finally feel like I made it Baby, I need help, I was in a dark place, wanted to kill myself Told myself if I'm a treat her like a dog, might as well leave her here You hear me, Momma? I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? I done came along way from the start I got a big hole in my heart I could've lost my life when they were shooting at me and T-Man in that car I could have lost my route, in the hood every day like I ain't no ****in' star I was supposed to be the right hand man for that little robbery in City Park You hear me, Momma? I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? Momma, I think I lost my mind, I got a empty soul inside Broke my heart, my dog said he was gon' kill Makai, that **** fried I was in my project, seventeen, sellin' weed, **** wasn't outside My big cousin tried to rob, the day he died I feel like I died You hear me, Momma? I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? They call me selfish, I gave my all to see my doggy win Every time they said it was extra smoke, them **** got out that mix I peep everything them **** be doing, they think I'm dumb as shit I can name every **** that do fool shit, my name ain't on that list Momma, I still talk to the Lord, I pray my soul to keep I'm one of the realest **** alive, why they wanna murder me? They want me in the project selling weed, I'm tryna be overseas I'm trying to get the state to take life back from my Uncle Key They saying he don't deserve to leave You hear me, Momma? I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? Came a long way from them bricks, **** ain't never give me shit One of my dogs went sour on me, I turned up bad, I know he sick Rest in peace to Big D3, I was tryna rhyme shit because of him Remember them **** shot up my car, I looked at T, see they ain't miss Right after that I had got rich, right after that we got lit I guess God make everything happen for a reason, I feel like Mitch Got that ball and put that pressure on 'em I'm still in the trap like I ain't rich or something Still sending blitz like I ain't rich or something Still with the killas like I ain't rich or something Still in the hood like I ain't rich or something Still in with the shits like I ain't rich or something
[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Thomas/Jonathan Rucker/Elijah Crawford/Luis Miguel Fernandes Alves [00:00.728] 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Jonathan Rucker/Elijah Crawford/Luis Miguel Fernandes Alves [00:01.456]Yeah, look like it's snowing outside [00:03.805]I'm in a penthouse with marble floors, I remember that project tower [00:06.689]I remember that feeling when the Feds and the DA kick my front door down [00:09.976]Daddy was in jail, Momma was in jail, she live like Remy Ma [00:12.909]Man, my life amazing, I see pretty ladies and I start fornicating [00:16.004]Now I'm Times Square from public housing, I finally feel like I made it [00:19.195]Baby, I need help, I was in a dark place, wanted to kill myself [00:22.280]Told myself if I'm a treat her like a dog, might as well leave her here [00:26.831]You hear me, Momma? [00:29.048]I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? [00:36.819]I done came along way from the start [00:38.751]I got a big hole in my heart [00:40.285]I could've lost my life when they were shooting at me and T-Man in that car [00:43.479]I could have lost my route, in the hood every day like I ain't no ****in' star [00:46.571]I was supposed to be the right hand man for that little robbery in City Park [00:52.021]You hear me, Momma? [00:54.372]I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? [01:02.309]Momma, I think I lost my mind, I got a empty soul inside [01:05.560]Broke my heart, my dog said he was gon' kill Makai, that **** fried [01:08.728]I was in my project, seventeen, sellin' weed, **** wasn't outside [01:11.947]My big cousin tried to rob, the day he died I feel like I died [01:17.367]You hear me, Momma? [01:19.515]I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? [01:27.352]They call me selfish, I gave my all to see my doggy win [01:30.439]Every time they said it was extra smoke, them **** got out that mix [01:33.649]I peep everything them **** be doing, they think I'm dumb as shit [01:36.855]I can name every **** that do fool shit, my name ain't on that list [01:40.139]Momma, I still talk to the Lord, I pray my soul to keep [01:43.305]I'm one of the realest **** alive, why they wanna murder me? [01:46.372]They want me in the project selling weed, I'm tryna be overseas [01:49.573]I'm trying to get the state to take life back from my Uncle Key [01:52.235]They saying he don't deserve to leave [01:55.184]You hear me, Momma? [01:57.486]I'm talking to you, you hear me, Momma? [02:05.538]Came a long way from them bricks, **** ain't never give me shit [02:08.672]One of my dogs went sour on me, I turned up bad, I know he sick [02:11.856]Rest in peace to Big D3, I was tryna rhyme shit because of him [02:14.990]Remember them **** shot up my car, I looked at T, see they ain't miss [02:18.208]Right after that I had got rich, right after that we got lit [02:21.358]I guess God make everything happen for a reason, I feel like Mitch [02:24.460]Got that ball and put that pressure on 'em [02:27.427]I'm still in the trap like I ain't rich or something [02:30.562]Still sending blitz like I ain't rich or something [02:33.595]Still with the killas like I ain't rich or something [02:36.763]Still in the hood like I ain't rich or something [02:39.915]Still in with the shits like I ain't rich or something
