29 (Freestyle)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta
[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:02.193]Woah, ugh, ah, man, shit's stupid
[00:06.732]****, man, trudgin’, uh
[00:08.954](Christo)
[00:12.032][Verse]
[00:12.309]Trudgin' through the mud, you got' pay me back in blood
[00:14.722]Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh
[00:17.122]Liable to wild if they don’t give me mine
[00:19.366]Semi-nine fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty-five, five, ha, times
[00:23.619]Hard times still ahead and behind, don't whine though
[00:26.580]I ride or die, or I'll die while releasin' the Rondo
[00:29.502]I'm qualified, I've never made a dollar off of Spotify
[00:32.498]Shit, nah, I'm lyin', probably five
[00:34.963]She say my willy really giant, Jiddie Cauley-Stein
[00:37.453]Kamikaze cool, killin’ mood
[00:39.314]You will not survive, who will I include?
[00:41.483]Every girl, guy, so-callеd thug, goon, get in the line
[00:44.953]’Causе when I touch lines, it's suicide
[00:47.186]It’s 'bout time for niggas to duck the shade then shine through all blinds
[00:50.149]When all stars align, li-lightweight wastin' my time
[00:52.408]Switchin' gears to grind, came to grips with grabbin’ nines
[00:55.136]In the midst of wind whispers, where you been? It's been a mighty long time
[00:58.866]Long time, lineage, legacy, legend in his prime-time
[01:02.091]Like Deion, HBCU, coach your own kind
[01:05.061]Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine
[01:07.744]Like you Michael Oher, or them crackers Michael Myers at my door
[01:10.984]Mighty fine (Whore), read my horoscope and said my sign
[01:14.704]What's your rising? What's your moon? Saw her moon was from behind
[01:17.218]Shake it like it's for the 2000 and 1999
[01:19.959]Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line (Oof)
[01:22.904]Gold and diamonds shine, never sign my soul (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
[01:26.115]For those I told, my bro in the ride with rope (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
[01:29.037]Before I glow, it glew, it coast, they inside the stove (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
[01:32.510]It's hot, my nose overflow with snot— (Oof, oof, oof)
[01:35.955]You didn't know the nigga, told me I be totin' the rock
[01:38.082]Gettin' older, nigga, tell me I be totin' the Glock
[01:41.053]Gettin' older, nigga, die (Dead) or gettin' thrown in the box (****)
[01:43.951]Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni (****, yeah)
[01:46.106]I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni (What?)
[01:47.173]Workin' like Kobe-be-be-be-be
[01:48.524]Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie
[01:50.112]Niggas on flash, ho, niggas on bodie
[01:51.442]Niggas on OD-D-D-D-D
[01:53.047]Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
[01:54.642]Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
[01:55.991]But I'm gon' show these niggas
[01:57.053]I'ma show these niggas, I'ma show these niggas
[01:58.376]When the police kickin' in the door
[01:59.726]You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked
[02:01.058]They pull up in the Rover, feet on top
[02:02.650]When they see it like a mother****er, you feel what I'm sayin'?
[02:04.241]Haha
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta
[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:02.193]Woah, ugh, ah, man, shit's stupid
[00:06.732]****, man, trudgin’, uh
[00:08.954](Christo)
[00:12.032][Verse]
[00:12.309]Trudgin' through the mud, you got' pay me back in blood
[00:14.722]Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh
[00:17.122]Liable to wild if they don’t give me mine
[00:19.366]Semi-nine fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty-five, five, ha, times
[00:23.619]Hard times still ahead and behind, don't whine though
[00:26.580]I ride or die, or I'll die while releasin' the Rondo
[00:29.502]I'm qualified, I've never made a dollar off of Spotify
[00:32.498]Shit, nah, I'm lyin', probably five
[00:34.963]She say my willy really giant, Jiddie Cauley-Stein
[00:37.453]Kamikaze cool, killin’ mood
[00:39.314]You will not survive, who will I include?
[00:41.483]Every girl, guy, so-callеd thug, goon, get in the line
[00:44.953]’Causе when I touch lines, it's suicide
[00:47.186]It’s 'bout time for niggas to duck the shade then shine through all blinds
[00:50.149]When all stars align, li-lightweight wastin' my time
[00:52.408]Switchin' gears to grind, came to grips with grabbin’ nines
[00:55.136]In the midst of wind whispers, where you been? It's been a mighty long time
[00:58.866]Long time, lineage, legacy, legend in his prime-time
[01:02.091]Like Deion, HBCU, coach your own kind
[01:05.061]Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine
[01:07.744]Like you Michael Oher, or them crackers Michael Myers at my door
[01:10.984]Mighty fine (Whore), read my horoscope and said my sign
[01:14.704]What's your rising? What's your moon? Saw her moon was from behind
[01:17.218]Shake it like it's for the 2000 and 1999
[01:19.959]Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line (Oof)
[01:22.904]Gold and diamonds shine, never sign my soul (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
[01:26.115]For those I told, my bro in the ride with rope (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
[01:29.037]Before I glow, it glew, it coast, they inside the stove (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
[01:32.510]It's hot, my nose overflow with snot— (Oof, oof, oof)
[01:35.955]You didn't know the nigga, told me I be totin' the rock
[01:38.082]Gettin' older, nigga, tell me I be totin' the Glock
[01:41.053]Gettin' older, nigga, die (Dead) or gettin' thrown in the box (****)
[01:43.951]Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni (****, yeah)
[01:46.106]I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni (What?)
[01:47.173]Workin' like Kobe-be-be-be-be
[01:48.524]Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie
[01:50.112]Niggas on flash, ho, niggas on bodie
[01:51.442]Niggas on OD-D-D-D-D
[01:53.047]Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
[01:54.642]Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
[01:55.991]But I'm gon' show these niggas
[01:57.053]I'ma show these niggas, I'ma show these niggas
[01:58.376]When the police kickin' in the door
[01:59.726]You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked
[02:01.058]They pull up in the Rover, feet on top
[02:02.650]When they see it like a mother****er, you feel what I'm sayin'?
[02:04.241]Haha
作词 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta
作曲 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta
Woah, ugh, ah, man, shit's stupid
****, man, trudgin’, uh
(Christo)
Trudgin' through the mud, you got' pay me back in blood
Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh
Liable to wild if they don’t give me mine
Semi-nine fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty-five, five, ha, times
Hard times still ahead and behind, don't whine though
I ride or die, or I'll die while releasin' the Rondo
I'm qualified, I've never made a dollar off of Spotify
Shit, nah, I'm lyin', probably five
She say my willy really giant, Jiddie Cauley-Stein
Kamikaze cool, killin’ mood
You will not survive, who will I include?
Every girl, guy, so-callеd thug, goon, get in the line
’Causе when I touch lines, it's suicide
It’s 'bout time for niggas to duck the shade then shine through all blinds
When all stars align, li-lightweight wastin' my time
Switchin' gears to grind, came to grips with grabbin’ nines
In the midst of wind whispers, where you been? It's been a mighty long time
Long time, lineage, legacy, legend in his prime-time
Like Deion, HBCU, coach your own kind
Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine
Like you Michael Oher, or them crackers Michael Myers at my door
Mighty fine (Whore), read my horoscope and said my sign
What's your rising? What's your moon? Saw her moon was from behind
Shake it like it's for the 2000 and 1999
Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line (Oof)
Gold and diamonds shine, never sign my soul (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
For those I told, my bro in the ride with rope (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
Before I glow, it glew, it coast, they inside the stove (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
It's hot, my nose overflow with snot— (Oof, oof, oof)
You didn't know the nigga, told me I be totin' the rock
Gettin' older, nigga, tell me I be totin' the Glock
Gettin' older, nigga, die (Dead) or gettin' thrown in the box (****)
Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni (****, yeah)
I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni (What?)
Workin' like Kobe-be-be-be-be
Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Niggas on flash, ho, niggas on bodie
Niggas on OD-D-D-D-D
Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
But I'm gon' show these niggas
I'ma show these niggas, I'ma show these niggas
When the police kickin' in the door
You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked
They pull up in the Rover, feet on top
When they see it like a mother****er, you feel what I'm sayin'?
Haha
作曲 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta
Woah, ugh, ah, man, shit's stupid
****, man, trudgin’, uh
(Christo)
Trudgin' through the mud, you got' pay me back in blood
Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh
Liable to wild if they don’t give me mine
Semi-nine fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty-five, five, ha, times
Hard times still ahead and behind, don't whine though
I ride or die, or I'll die while releasin' the Rondo
I'm qualified, I've never made a dollar off of Spotify
Shit, nah, I'm lyin', probably five
She say my willy really giant, Jiddie Cauley-Stein
Kamikaze cool, killin’ mood
You will not survive, who will I include?
Every girl, guy, so-callеd thug, goon, get in the line
’Causе when I touch lines, it's suicide
It’s 'bout time for niggas to duck the shade then shine through all blinds
When all stars align, li-lightweight wastin' my time
Switchin' gears to grind, came to grips with grabbin’ nines
In the midst of wind whispers, where you been? It's been a mighty long time
Long time, lineage, legacy, legend in his prime-time
Like Deion, HBCU, coach your own kind
Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine
Like you Michael Oher, or them crackers Michael Myers at my door
Mighty fine (Whore), read my horoscope and said my sign
What's your rising? What's your moon? Saw her moon was from behind
Shake it like it's for the 2000 and 1999
Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line (Oof)
Gold and diamonds shine, never sign my soul (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
For those I told, my bro in the ride with rope (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
Before I glow, it glew, it coast, they inside the stove (Oof, oof, oof, oof)
It's hot, my nose overflow with snot— (Oof, oof, oof)
You didn't know the nigga, told me I be totin' the rock
Gettin' older, nigga, tell me I be totin' the Glock
Gettin' older, nigga, die (Dead) or gettin' thrown in the box (****)
Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni (****, yeah)
I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni (What?)
Workin' like Kobe-be-be-be-be
Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Niggas on flash, ho, niggas on bodie
Niggas on OD-D-D-D-D
Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me
But I'm gon' show these niggas
I'ma show these niggas, I'ma show these niggas
When the police kickin' in the door
You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked
They pull up in the Rover, feet on top
When they see it like a mother****er, you feel what I'm sayin'?
Haha
