歌词
作词 : Sergio Giavanni Kitchens/Kenneth Keyshawn Gilmore/Rick Anthony/Sammy Haig
作曲 : Sergio Giavanni Kitchens/Kenneth Keyshawn Gilmore/Rick Anthony/Sammy Haig
[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 1]
I was just thinkin' 'bout the times I was hard-headed
Thought it was right all along, I was misleaded
All this weight on my back, feelin' so heavy
These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war ready
I had to bake cake for the boy, 'cause he playin' petty
I was so focused on the top and I'm still at it
They try to provoke me to stop, no, I won't, damn it
They want me to go back to the block, no, no, no
I done gained a whole lot of more opps, now I'm home
Niggas nose all in mine, don't know how to mind their own
Twenty-three in one, how you feel when you alonе?
That's four walls talkin' to you, tellin' you you gone
Only I done criеd, 'cause this feelin' for my bro (King Slime)
And you know my mind, you done watched that nigga grow
Know you hear the lies, it's your lil' brother, my folk
Yeah, I had popped out, but don't let 'em say I told
No, I ain't you lil' boys, I'ma show you, neck on grown
Bulletproof the big toys, let me show you how we roll
Old niggas in my business, had to tell 'em "Tuck they nose"
You wack niggas can't get with this, I'm one-hundred, for sure
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
I was just thinkin' bout the shit I could afford
Can’t afford shit, 'til I make it on the Forbes
A lot of shit I did, niggas weren't there to say I start
I never crossed lines, all I did was play my part
I ain't sign for a dime, to my name I had a quarter
Just like at twenty five and didn’t have it all in order
Niggas think I'm indicted, don’t know I’m immortal
No, I don’t need no brown, but the back like at the Carter
I've just been gettin' high, I don't never wanna be sober
She said she gon' ride , o I got her that big Rover
Young Gunna getting wiser, don't ever think it’s over
We done cut off ties, I done gave 'em the cold shoulder
I swear this life'll mold you
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Right back the **** on, and I know it's been a minute
Bought a new wardrobe, bitches sayin' a nigga skinny
Pockets still are chubby, Lord know I got to get it
I'll tell you this time around, they gon' hate it went they against it
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah (They gon' hate it went they against it)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh