作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr

INTRO

I don’t even know what’s goin’ on no more

I don’t even know what’s happenin’ man

Ain’t no answers

I’m’a figure some shit out tho, ya heard

Yunno

Yeah, yeah

Just try to get my weight up

Try to get all my watches in order

Get my safe up

Get great

VERSE 1

I’m 21 years past the 27 club

It’s like I went back into may past and then I sped it up

Robert Johnson, Winehouse, and Morrison found where heaven was

Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust

Home of the gully, *******, the gruesome, and the scary stuff

I told my brother Jung **** em they gon’ go thru hell with us

They don’t have the history in the streets that compare with us

Hood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis

Only thing undefeated is time

Second is the internet

Number three is this rhyme

Before security my dog had to sneak in the nine

God must be on my side

I had to eat and provide

My winning streak is divine

I told thun leave the street shit behind

Don’t let ‘em hype you a slow run beats cheatin’ the grind

Dog I’m tellin’ it like it is

You gotta deal with the consequence

When you run in a nigga’s crib nigga you better be ready to sit

HOOK

**** dealers, street hustlers, pot cases

Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases

Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces

Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it

Left ‘em speechless

Left ‘em speechless

VERSE 2

Pick a down on his luck rapper

Bet he broke the arrogance of a crackhead

Mad at a weed smoker, or a pill taker

Who hate a distilled wine drinker

A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger

Aiight I get it

It’s who the lit-est we in competition

Yall did adversity to death I got a proposition

You and your brothers stop plottin’ on eachother, plot on millions

Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest

Spread your bets out, double down on what’s working

Then you double up

Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch

Honestly I’m speechless

Fly to Greece 20-pointers on the chain I freaked it

Lawn chair in the hood, sittin’ comfortably

I must be insane givin’ you bars runnin’ companies

I’m done with the redundancies

Checking on my history, making content for Viacom

License music to Tiffany’s

I come from

HOOK

**** dealers, street hustlers, pot cases

Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases

Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces

Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it

Left ‘em speechless (Just like when the judge read the sentence threw your life away in minutes)

Left ‘em speechless (The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought that you was finished)

Leave ‘em speechless

Speech