LRC歌词

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[00:12.420]Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
[00:15.120]Cooking ounces at a time p***y n***a do the math
[00:18.600]Ten ice chains Prince like James
[00:21.540]The day I made a stack in the trap my life changed
[00:24.810]Y'all ride swangers we ride Daytons
[00:27.570]It don't matter where you from haters stay hating
[00:30.840]Keep the windows tinted artillery when I'm in it
[00:33.570]Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
[00:36.660]Assholes by nature cash flow was major
[00:40.170]In the old school or M codes and fragers
[00:43.200]Started with a crumb but turned it to a brick
[00:46.050]They were calling me a bum my turn I'm the s**t
[00:49.350]Razor flipped things age of fifteen
[00:52.170]Got a Chevy in that thing blades like Chris Creams
[00:55.710]Rose on the wrist when the shows ain't exist
[00:58.260]Now my money long enough to put the fours on a six
[01:01.380]Boss
[01:02.010]From the depths of the sea to the stars in the sky
[01:05.489]I'ma be a hustler till I die
[01:08.370]Sixty in the clip in case enough pride
[01:11.880]But all them haters want to try
[01:14.280]So shorty what you smoking on
[01:17.790]M*******a's what I'm choking on
[01:20.580]I don't care if you call me crazy
[01:23.280]But street n***as getting mullah baby
[01:25.620]I'm still located in the gutter fresh set of fours
[01:28.980]Watching haters out a foreign chopper on the floor
[01:32.070]Pillowcases full of money still ain't got no place to go
[01:34.980]So I evacuate the safe hit the hood and let it blow
[01:38.490]You thinking I ain't the king of my section n***a you way off
[01:41.520]My hustle make the killer amazing like it's the playoffs
[01:44.700]In the hood for real these corners I never stay off
[01:47.700]Satin black Camaro the Challenger till the day off
[01:50.580]Picture that
[01:51.180]I remember of having visions of getting paid
[01:53.610]Now I sit on something suede or in something that's getting sprayed
[01:57.210]I'm in that field with the trap around the third eye
[01:59.880]This the National Hood Geographics call it bird watching
[02:03.480]I'm this jungle rocking cinematic stones
[02:06.000]Interstate but the bread talking money so long
[02:22.470]P***y n***as mad because I'm getting my money on
[02:32.040]Who else you know got out the hood and put half the city on
[02:38.430]My name Young Lloyd yeah you know what I'm on
[02:43.260]Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
[02:45.900]And I'm in the H Town so don't play around
[02:49.020]Or my n***a Trae tha Truth going to lay you down
[02:52.110]Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
[02:55.170]Got round the clock rocks spring winter and fall
[02:58.830]Some of y'all might call me crazy
[03:01.770]But street n***as getting mullah baby
[03:04.500]I'm a natural born asshole is you
[03:07.050]Yeah why
[03:07.740]Because it's do or die when them choppers in the air
[03:10.320]I see clear as Belvedere you haters know this my year
[03:13.710]Paid no attention to y'all I'm still thinking about Shakur
[03:16.650]Having suicidal thoughts in this Phantom it's a b***h ain't it
[03:20.130]Paid a half a million for this motherf**ker then paint it
[03:23.460]Chinchilla floor mats that's beyond paper
[03:26.280]Me and Trae flying through Houston like Von Wafer
[03:29.880]You n***as ain't balling you T Mack you stay hurt
[03:32.460]I order more Pequa got more rocks than a Jay verse
[03:35.730]I used to sell pounds watch 'Mash' and weigh work
[03:38.700]Got shot and woke up out a coma could've been way worse
[03:41.910]But now I'm living for my n***as
[03:43.890]Locked deep down in the prison hole with no vision
[03:47.760]When I drop the top I do it for you
[04:00.660]So close your eyes and let the sun shine through
[04:13.200]Yeah

文本歌词


Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time p***y n***a do the math
Ten ice chains Prince like James
The day I made a stack in the trap my life changed
Y'all ride swangers we ride Daytons
It don't matter where you from haters stay hating
Keep the windows tinted artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature cash flow was major
In the old school or M codes and fragers
Started with a crumb but turned it to a brick
They were calling me a bum my turn I'm the s**t
Razor flipped things age of fifteen
Got a Chevy in that thing blades like Chris Creams
Rose on the wrist when the shows ain't exist
Now my money long enough to put the fours on a six
Boss
From the depths of the sea to the stars in the sky
I'ma be a hustler till I die
Sixty in the clip in case enough pride
But all them haters want to try
So shorty what you smoking on
M*******a's what I'm choking on
I don't care if you call me crazy
But street n***as getting mullah baby
I'm still located in the gutter fresh set of fours
Watching haters out a foreign chopper on the floor
Pillowcases full of money still ain't got no place to go
So I evacuate the safe hit the hood and let it blow
You thinking I ain't the king of my section n***a you way off
My hustle make the killer amazing like it's the playoffs
In the hood for real these corners I never stay off
Satin black Camaro the Challenger till the day off
Picture that
I remember of having visions of getting paid
Now I sit on something suede or in something that's getting sprayed
I'm in that field with the trap around the third eye
This the National Hood Geographics call it bird watching
I'm this jungle rocking cinematic stones
Interstate but the bread talking money so long
P***y n***as mad because I'm getting my money on
Who else you know got out the hood and put half the city on
My name Young Lloyd yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H Town so don't play around
Or my n***a Trae tha Truth going to lay you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks spring winter and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But street n***as getting mullah baby
I'm a natural born asshole is you
Yeah why
Because it's do or die when them choppers in the air
I see clear as Belvedere you haters know this my year
Paid no attention to y'all I'm still thinking about Shakur
Having suicidal thoughts in this Phantom it's a b***h ain't it
Paid a half a million for this motherf**ker then paint it
Chinchilla floor mats that's beyond paper
Me and Trae flying through Houston like Von Wafer
You n***as ain't balling you T Mack you stay hurt
I order more Pequa got more rocks than a Jay verse
I used to sell pounds watch 'Mash' and weigh work
Got shot and woke up out a coma could've been way worse
But now I'm living for my n***as
Locked deep down in the prison hole with no vision
When I drop the top I do it for you
So close your eyes and let the sun shine through
Yeah

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