作词 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta

作曲 : Destin Route/John Welch/Alemayehu Fanta

[Intro]

Woah, ugh, ah, man, shit's stupid

****, man, trudgin’, uh

(Christo)

[Verse]

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'?

Hah