作词 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Samuel Kenney/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page 作曲 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Samuel Kenney/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page There's no unity no more (Yeah) So if there's no unity, there ain't no bosses Ain't no **** that tell the lil' **** they ****in' up Ain't no **** that tell the older **** they outta line So, you know, the industry ****ed up too I know how to get a win, I done took a loss before I done been a worker, middleman, and a boss before I ain't had no money, had no cars, had to walk before They say that the brokest be the loudest, I don't talk no more Face, why you don't call my phone? What the **** we talkin' for? I already cut you once and your friends talk too much And I had a chance to spin the globe and build a real roster I should go and buy a tiny low and turn it to a closet Backstabbin', trailing all the lies, turned me to a monster Backin' somethin' new off the lot and I forgot to vlog it Take your shoes off for this egg-shell white carpet Come on down, know the price is right, feel like Bob Barker Come on down They want credit for the shit that they supposed to be doin' I bumped my head a few times, nobody coached me through it Drain you till there's nothin' left when them vultures get to you Yeah, hats off, stop cappin', hands up, Black Panther Flexin', but the message to the haters, look at me, I'm havin' Ask myself, "Where would I be if I stopped rappin'?" Knowin' damn well I'd be somewhere tryin' to make it happen **** get the paper and fall off 'em, can't control the habit Me, I got the money and spent all, couldn't control the wagon I'm doin' good, can't complain, ****, thanks for askin' You know the pressure, that's what make you, shit like March Madness And it goes for the win You know the pressure, that's what make you, you might be a diamond These boys don't want it, how I know? 'Cause they ain't even tryin' Just to get in the room with us, they'll be a fly And all you sucka ****, you know a **** see a **** He got a thug image, okay, we gon' make him a gangster rapper And all of a sudden he tellin' everybody, "**** the Bloods, **** the Crips **** this, East Side, **** the West Side" Gave a sermon to myself about what God been doin' Lil' shit I go through and how I hide in the music Had a long talk with God about what I been doin' If I get to stay alive, what is my improvements? Love battles that I had and the times I lose 'em How the world was never mine, I'm designed into it It's a struggle either way, it's 'bout the eyes you choosin' Only good with dumb money, got it stuck on stupid Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to Hard to meet you easy, then I know you again In this game we in, they fakin' fam, pretend friend, it never end Ulterior motives, interior coated Interior decorations made by my ho They was thinkin' I'm patiently waitin', I'm chasin' mo' We gon' die on different days, so we racin' to go I had to learn to check myself before I ever check the score Now I appreciate my checks, but I blew those too, though Who broke? Who knows? Way he move, Kool-O She let him run, Juno ain't got a lot of judo He used to do the fool though, still want his kudo Have you did new though, you know how they do you In this world of ours, ain't no girls as ours You know they changed with the season, when the world revolve You can't control nobody, just control the dog shit Can't control what happened, barely know what caused it But you ain't that **** You goin' home to your big-ass crib every night Goin' to sleep While these lil' **** out here killin' each other And you tell a **** to get money But you ain't tell a **** the rules So he get money, then he get ****ed up And he tell on his man
[00:00.000] 作词 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Samuel Kenney/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page [00:00.483] 作曲 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Samuel Kenney/Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page [00:00.967]There's no unity no more (Yeah) [00:02.467]So if there's no unity, there ain't no bosses [00:04.726]Ain't no **** that tell the lil' **** they ****in' up [00:07.095]Ain't no **** that tell the older **** they outta line [00:09.537]So, you know, the industry ****ed up too [00:11.377]I know how to get a win, I done took a loss before [00:14.247]I done been a worker, middleman, and a boss before [00:17.061]I ain't had no money, had no cars, had to walk before [00:19.870]They say that the brokest be the loudest, I don't talk no more [00:22.623]Face, why you don't call my phone? What the **** we talkin' for? [00:25.543]I already cut you once and your friends talk too much [00:28.322]And I had a chance to spin the globe and build a real roster [00:31.215]I should go and buy a tiny low and turn it to a closet [00:34.008]Backstabbin', trailing all the lies, turned me to a monster [00:36.815]Backin' somethin' new off the lot and I forgot to vlog it [00:39.590]Take your shoes off for this egg-shell white carpet [00:42.414]Come on down, know the price is right, feel like Bob Barker [00:45.165]Come on down [00:47.538]They want credit for the shit that they supposed to be doin' [00:50.392]I bumped my head a few times, nobody coached me through it [00:53.344]Drain you till there's nothin' left when them vultures get to you [00:56.083]Yeah, hats off, stop cappin', hands up, Black Panther [00:59.319]Flexin', but the message to the haters, look at me, I'm havin' [01:02.172]Ask myself, "Where would I be if I stopped rappin'?" [01:04.962]Knowin' damn well I'd be somewhere tryin' to make it happen [01:07.879]**** get the paper and fall off 'em, can't control the habit [01:10.704]Me, I got the money and spent all, couldn't control the wagon [01:13.604]I'm doin' good, can't complain, ****, thanks for askin' [01:16.536]You know the pressure, that's what make you, shit like March Madness [01:20.324]And it goes for the win [01:22.138]You know the pressure, that's what make you, you might be a diamond [01:24.877]These boys don't want it, how I know? 'Cause they ain't even tryin' [01:27.690]Just to get in the room with us, they'll be a fly [01:29.751]And all you sucka ****, you know a **** see a **** [01:32.090]He got a thug image, okay, we gon' make him a gangster rapper [01:35.040]And all of a sudden he tellin' everybody, "**** the Bloods, **** the Crips [01:38.239]**** this, East Side, **** the West Side" [01:41.334]Gave a sermon to myself about what God been doin' [01:44.114]Lil' shit I go through and how I hide in the music [01:47.008]Had a long talk with God about what I been doin' [01:49.767]If I get to stay alive, what is my improvements? [01:52.649]Love battles that I had and the times I lose 'em [01:55.508]How the world was never mine, I'm designed into it [01:58.239]It's a struggle either way, it's 'bout the eyes you choosin' [02:01.079]Only good with dumb money, got it stuck on stupid [02:03.939]Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to [02:06.765]Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to [02:09.641]Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to [02:15.568]Hard to meet you easy, then I know you again [02:17.798]In this game we in, they fakin' fam, pretend friend, it never end [02:21.112]Ulterior motives, interior coated [02:23.773]Interior decorations made by my ho [02:26.622]They was thinkin' I'm patiently waitin', I'm chasin' mo' [02:29.366]We gon' die on different days, so we racin' to go [02:32.057]I had to learn to check myself before I ever check the score [02:34.943]Now I appreciate my checks, but I blew those too, though [02:37.948]Who broke? Who knows? Way he move, Kool-O [02:40.379]She let him run, Juno ain't got a lot of judo [02:43.191]He used to do the fool though, still want his kudo [02:46.169]Have you did new though, you know how they do you [02:48.928]In this world of ours, ain't no girls as ours [02:51.714]You know they changed with the season, when the world revolve [02:54.557]You can't control nobody, just control the dog shit [02:57.624]Can't control what happened, barely know what caused it [03:00.453]But you ain't that **** [03:01.674]You goin' home to your big-ass crib every night [03:03.934]Goin' to sleep [03:04.720]While these lil' **** out here killin' each other [03:06.682]And you tell a **** to get money [03:08.298]But you ain't tell a **** the rules [03:09.866]So he get money, then he get ****ed up [03:11.840]And he tell on his man
