作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Aaron Lockhart/Michael Laury/William Golden Mosley Jr.
作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Aaron Lockhart/Michael Laury/William Golden Mosley Jr.
Currently transcribing, please don't edit!
[Intro]
(I need to talk to Mike Laury
Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
Winning lottery numbers coming up
I can't quit (Quit) at all, at all
I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same, that's my pain
Ride 'round wit' my bros
(This is the sound)
[Verse 1]
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up nigga, let's go
He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
On the highway, I just wanna do some'
Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot some'
He a [?] rude bwoy, trust nothin'
She got a nice round bum, but can't pay her nails
Do a hit real sick, it be cold thе whole summer
I can't figure how shе comin', I'ma give her to my mama
And the minute I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'm a slime him
Everything goin' bad, you can [?] timer
Niggas be rappin', we be shootin' at the *****
Sound of the stick goin' "Boom" when it hit
Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit
Still let it out with a crowd in our midst
Black car, matte stick, I'm it
Don't pick die, if you try one trick
Right gang, but she say, "Wrong *****"
Young rich nigga, he done took a wrong fix
Overdose, can't shake back, no
[?]-free, get the jack from the sto'
White trace, that's a whole lotta snow
Ridin' [?], with a .30 and a pole
With a young *****, she don't want me, it's vivid
But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up *****es
Real deal business, this real blood business
Real [?], dead bodies in the trenches
Real slime, they was my partner for a minute
Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it
Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it
All praise to Allah [?]
We gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he miss
You can aim when you shot at them, **** with my bodies
I'ma floor my engine, [?] *********
Why they cookin' 'em rocks? Die protectin' that body
[?] cover the closet
I don't say that ain't me, but I still want kindness
I'ma fly out this ***** to whoever come catch
Police ran in this *****, don't say nothin' about it
No, I can't teach nigga shit I can make it out em'
I ain't need no tutor been advanced for the road
Doped up 2 or 3 tools goin' on shows
40 on my teeth and 200 for my pole
300 for my car extra sneakers for the longest
I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain't got nothin I wanna do better with my life but take *********, with my life
Collect these bodies, with your life send it to the most high
Nigga showin' off got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off tell me what you do 'bout it
You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid on sight
[Chorus]
I can't quit (Quit) at all, at all
I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all
On my soul at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' round with my bros