Rivals

作词 : Isaias Elijah Garcia/Andrej Marko/Naujour Grainger

作曲 : Stunna Gambino/Isaias Elijah Garcia/Andrej Marko/Naujour Grainger

[Intro: Stunna Gambino]

(Andyr)

Know what I'm sayin'? They say the good die young

I'm still here

What that mean?

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]

Left her in the past, let bygones be bygones

Where I'm from, we don't buy diamonds, we go buy guns

Death to all to my rivals

I changed my life, I'm M****m, I am a disciple

I ride with kufis, they be totin' on a rifle

When I'm off the Wockhardt, I don't know where my mind go

Time been slow, I had to ice out the dial

The racks don't fit, I had to cop Amiri cargos, Amiri cargos

[Verse 1: Stunna Gambino]

Came a long way from dumpin' checks in Wells Fargo

If it don't clear by today, then tomorrow

We ain't have cars to slide on opps, we clapped the Tahoe

You really went and broke my heart, I hope you die, ho

I should go and f**k your best friend to get even

I be switchin' out foreigns just like the seasons

I be switchin' out Monclers, I'm anemic

I be ballin' like Jordan, but my rings VV

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]

Left her in the past, let bygones be bygones

Where I'm from, we don't buy diamonds, we go buy guns

Death to all to my rivals

I changed my life, I'm M****m, I am a disciple

I ride with kufis, they be totin' on a rifle

When I'm off the Wockhardt, I don't know where my mind go

Time been slow, I had to ice out the dial

The racks don't fit, I had to cop Amiri cargos

[Verse 2: Toosii]

Yeah, the racks don't fit, I had to cop Amiri cargos

Two-seater but the blick in the passenger where my heart goes

'Cause it don't take shit for me to go on demon time

'Cause we gon' stretch him, gon' bless him, see if really he divine

I done been shot at too many times, so when I ride, we put the heat in the back

Skinny jeans, white G-Fazos, got the heat on his lap

Let the drummer fly, and the opps gon' see more shells than Taco Tuesday

They know I'm 2x, I'll turn this shit to doomsday

Five rooms in the crib, ain't got no roommates

If I ain't live the life I live, I wouldn't have dead homies, now it's too late

That lil' nigga coughing, we ain't have no sugar for the Kool-Aid

I'm rich, sorry that you played, put noodles over souffle

No Fettucine, he in the mix, so he an imposter

Jamaican, I don't know Patois, but I got love for my rastas

You still been seeing the doctor, I'm tryna kill all the oppers

F**k bygones, I'm tryna buy guns

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]

Left her in the past, let bygones be bygones

Where I'm from, we don't buy diamonds, we go buy guns

Death to all to my rivals

I changed my life, I'm M****m, I am a disciple

I ride with kufis, they be totin' on a rifle

When I'm off the Wockhardt, I don't know where my mind go

Time been slow, I had to ice out the dial

The racks don't fit, I had to cop Amiri cargos, Amiri cargos

[Outro: Stunna Gambino & Toosii]

Say the good die young, uh

Die young

Die young, oh-oh

(The racks don't fit, I had to cop Amiri cargos) He was so young

(Two-seater but the blick in the passenger where my heart goes)

Island, island

('Cause we gon' stretch him, gon' bless him, see if really he divine) Oh