歌词
作词 : Michael Whitsett
作曲 : JaRon Marshall/Brian Donohoe
Still thinking bout my unborn
Two months my heart warm
Jotting on a screen but when I sprouted it was guns drawn
Who used to sleep where bullets beat you home hope you ain’t die for it
Never had a sports car
Your granny told me those scars will heal in time you won’t find
Flights that changed my profile
Soon you will be court-side
Surround by the most high
Power juice the third lid
Extra in my fur bih
I prefer the worst shit
It’s that or shift purpose
Cuz you don’t gotta lie for it
But you gone have to fight for it
Militant the top force
The hell you need a job for
That's I why bake the pie for
Educate your kind joy
Walk around this fine soil
Never be afraid unless you willing to be perfect
Plotting made me profit read on prophets in the sermon
Drama surface ocean breeze with surfers calm the nerves
The energy in solitude compartmentalize surge
Package all my damages
Watch how you manage it
I ain’t losing sleep watching over you till 3
AM to the PM steady plotting on some cream
Ya papa be the hustler
Satisfy the customer
Bitch this full time and OT
Shit KD off the post
Hey you ain’t know the god before beats
Homies fled with mo beef
Shawty cruising in the Jeep low key
I ain’t skip a practice cuz I figured I would go pro
Locked in off the chokehold
A year later in my moms basement the house foreclosed
The breeze cut deeper than the North Pole
My debt been stacking high I’d prolly fall forward
Stumbled in some pussy till the car warm
I gotta jet the lonely stretch of ideas
I seen vivid while the car pulls off