歌词
Cash (Cash), I make that sh*t fast (I make that sh*t fast)
F*ck around spend my last
Now I'm back in my bag (Yeah)
I pulled up with some sh*t with the cap on the side but it ain't no jag
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building, omg that's it)
Used to post up with some killers, my head to the side, weren't wearin' no rags
I used to sleep in the bed with my brothers at night but we ain't no fags
I play this game with the death trend, I ain't know nothin' 'bout American flags (Uh)
I got a story, can tell you a memory vivid when n*ggas that die (Uh)
I got so immune that I was confused ain't know I should cry
I'm too real to fabricate my life, why would I lie?
Molly, sip and drill, jail or how I should I die?
How can I prevail, tell me?
Empty with the welfare
Say you been through Hell, barely
Flippin' in them cell, scary
I can see the cemetary, ride the beat, preliminary
They'll kill me voluntary, that's why everybody carry
Internet got n*ggas business, that's why everybody scary
And my money vary, me and milli's marry (You know that)
Seen 'em kill (F*ck that)
I done seen 'em ill (For real)
They ain't seen a mil'
I done seen a mil', damn
In the field, uh, ain't know how to feel
Sh*t was f*cked up for real
They ain't know how to chill, damn
Gangbangin’, gangbangin’, gangbangin’, gangbangin’
Chain swangin', Glock hangin', watch blingin' (Ayy, ayy)
Cops hatin', opps slayin', rock slingin'
Block hangin', crooked like a wire hanger (Uh)
Violate the neighbors, everybody racist
Can't say everybody racist
Can't take anybody favours
Cops still blaze us
When they gon' start back taze us
Block been raisin'
Sh*t you do it ain't phasin' us
Killin' kids (Killin' kids)
How you feelin' know you killin' kids?
You was drillin' now you screallin' for your chain n bih (You a p*ssy)
See that man and they gon' tell him how you feelin', you a p*ssy
Killed the innocent and not your enemies, you a p*ssy (N*gga)
Seen 'em kill (F*ck that)
I done seen 'em ill (For real)
They ain't seen a mil' (Seen a mil')
I done seen a mil', damn
In the field (In the field), uh, ain't know how to feel (Ain't know how to feel)
Sh*t was f*cked up for real
They ain't know how to chill, damn (Ain't know how to chill)
Gangbangin’, gangbangin’, gangbangin’, gangbangin’
Chain swangin', Glock hangin', watch blingin' (Ayy, ayy)
Cops hatin', opps slayin', rock slingin'
Block hangin', crooked like a wire hanger (Uh)
Violate the neighbors, everybody racist
Can't say everybody racist
Can't take anybody favours
Cops still blaze us
When they gon' start back taze us
Block been raisin'
Sh*t you do it ain't phasin' us
专辑信息
1.Friends & Foes
2.Cap Guns
3.Spam to Lamb
4.Real One
5.In a Minute
6.Smoke
7.Like This
8.OFNG
9.High School
10.Ridin Wit It
11.Trenches
12.Lil Ride
13.Just a Nigga
14.4am to 8am
15.Intro
16.Glass in the Face
17.Gangsta's Cry
18.In This Bitch
19.Death Row
20.Party in Heaven
21.High Speed
22.PTSD
23.By Any Means
24.Gangbangin'
25.Lawyer Fees
26.Feelings
27.Shooter
28.Intuition