#71

作曲 : Michael Bonema/Antonio Hernández

He ain't got no breads, givin' shortcake, yeah

I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor—

He-he ain't got no bread, short-shortcake, yeah

I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor— (Tony)

He ain't got no breads, givin' shortcake, yeah

I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor— (Seltzer)

He ain't got no bread, short-shortcake, yeah

I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor—

(Maximum volume)

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey, Tony)

Don't trip out on that mission 'cause it's more, 'cause it's more

'Cause it's more, yeah, uh, uh, uh

Don't trip out on that mission 'cause it's more ways

More bait, how to bring that chicken to your doorway

Northside, had to put they city on the tour date

So sure, I know now I got like twenty on his court case

My papa know it's heavy what I score

I be sprintin', it ain't hard to see the blessings in some 4K

I can't forget the effort when the courts chant

Exorbitant, I ain't never get it when a whore can

When it glisten on my neck like a sorbet

Short way, do a little flexin' for the poor days

He ain't got no breads, givin' shortcake, yeah

I grew up, turned religious wearin' North Face

I've been gettin' superstitious, gettin' more grace

I think niggas want me missin' on the foreface

Born strange, listen to a nigga, what a dork say? Uh

These niggas hardly vicious, but got war pain

Poor taste, never be specific at the court shade

Floor break every time I spit on a record take

Sore thing, I can tell it isn't from a warm place

Don't trip out on that mission, it's more ways (Tony)

I'll give you what you came for

Give you what you came for

I'll give you what you came for

Give you what you—