[00:00.000] 作词 : Jeremie Pennick/Alan Maman/Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Rick Hyde
[00:00.886] 作曲 : Jeremie Pennick/Alan Maman/Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Rick Hyde
[00:01.773]Yeah
[00:03.850]I know they keep wondering
[00:05.632]I know they keep wondering when this shit gon' stop
[00:09.663]Huh, time
[00:11.463]Ain't a such thing as time, time is manmade, you know what I mean?
[00:16.232]But real shit though
[00:17.963]Even if it was, this shit'll never stop
[00:21.365]Argh
[00:22.770]And that's on Machine Gun Black
[00:26.627]Uh
[00:27.734]I'm the who coined the griddy slogan, the Butcher coming
[00:30.435]G.X.F., Semicolon, B.S.F., Griselda Express, how many really rode it?
[00:34.530]I lost count when I dropped B.O.P., they watch me O.T
[00:37.308]But since they don't rhyme on this peak, they gon' try to copy those beats
[00:40.935]So protect your aura, they put spells, wretched corners taught Butch well
[00:44.716]How ironic, that eight foot cell turn my brain cells to book shelves
[00:48.241]Niggas who brag they never took deals getting cooked still
[00:50.950]And my foot still on rappers necks who got their hand-me-down careers from the Goodwill
[00:55.017]I'm betting heavy, let's get ready, my last record was record setting
[00:58.320]Def Jam let me in the building, turned the boardroom to Satriale's
[01:01.930]Okay, y'all could rap, but ain't no way y'all could lap a true hustler
[01:05.292]Who thought his way off the Ave, an advance got paid out in cash
[01:08.706]I own the masters to a few of my classics, bank cards not plastic
[01:12.251]The plug series mine, that's why you could only pray y'all could catch us
[01:15.578]They hate on the great soldiers, make you some cake and pay all your taxes
[01:19.015]And I could never flake 'cause being a real nigga pays automatic
[01:22.614]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[01:25.169]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[01:28.632]Why it shoot like that?
[01:30.281]Big stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck, got the bitch piling (Skrrt)
[01:34.050]Hopped out the two tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (Brrt)
[01:38.912]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[01:42.268]Why it shoot like that?
[01:43.745]Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
[01:46.886]Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spinned right back"
[01:49.915]Look, praying for clean money abundantly
[01:53.549]Humbly hoping my ambitions don't crumble me
[01:57.013]It's one of me, niggas ain't authentic, niggas wanna be
[02:00.415]My reputation precedes me, I need at least a hundred-piece
[02:03.824]Your worth wrong, niggas think they rappers 'cause they verse long
[02:07.220]My last show, they sung my shit in unison like church songs
[02:10.675]Ask about me, green off of brown like earth tones
[02:14.111]I turn that to a eighty point split once the merch gone
[02:17.513]It never was no route for us, fentanyl outpouring
[02:20.942]You wanna get some money in my city, get a house for it
[02:24.281]A fiend bought me a Samsung and a blender like a house warming
[02:27.841]Gave that nigga six bags out the bundle, he was out for it
[02:31.460]It was so worth it, K9 unit because the dog working
[02:34.862]Straight Yams, twenty piece tender that serve a soul purpose
[02:38.380]Sawed-off, call it Marsha Brady 'cause the nose broken
[02:41.654]Shoot that shit in California, heard that shit in Hoboken
[02:44.893]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[02:47.471]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[02:50.927]Why it shoot like that?
[02:52.521]Big stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck, got the bitch piling (Skrrt)
[02:56.506]Hopped out the two tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (Brrt)
[03:01.201]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[03:04.540]Why it shoot like that?
[03:06.000]Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
[03:09.519]Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spinned right back"
[03:12.532]Look, uh
[03:13.712]Pulled a McLaren blue and orange out, leave the doors up
[03:16.689]It look like Pat Ewing getting his warm up (Talk to 'em)
[03:19.751]This like the best run I had in some years (Huh?)
[03:22.177]Customers loyal like Spike Lee, we was selling Madison Squares
[03:26.346]Do the research, them boys was starving
[03:29.111]It was ugly for rap in this lane, we made it look like Lori Harvey (Talk to 'em)
[03:33.558]Nobody had to cosign for me
[03:35.799]Had a room full of white like Michael Rubin Fourth of July party
[03:40.396]My bitch got ass like Diana Ross daughter (Uh-huh)
[03:44.143]She wanted me to buy a gram of soft for her
[03:46.921]Walk up in the spot, rich niggas can't keep they eyes off her (They can't)
[03:50.585]Only thing she got is some good pussy they can buy off her (Uh-huh)
[03:54.660]Huh, they offer me the deals, I need the high offers
[03:58.410](You think I'll make that bag right)
[04:00.319]That money good, but that contract ain't on the up-and-up
[04:03.550]"Take the money and leave the masters," take the what, leave the what?
[04:07.807]I'm counting up this paper cup, paper cut (Yeah)
[04:10.496]**** what I'm bringing to the table when I'm the legs that hold the ****ing table up
[04:15.058]Won't let no record label play with us
[04:17.606]Before I let my lights cut off and cable shut, I'm back to bagging yayo up
[04:20.995]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[04:23.500]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[04:26.855]Why it shoot like that?
[04:28.511]Big stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck, got the bitch piling (Skrrt)
[04:32.334]Hopped out the two tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (Brrt)
[04:37.184]Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
[04:40.471]Why it shoot like that?
[04:41.982]Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
[04:45.191]Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spinned right back"
[04:49.080]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
[04:52.238]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
[04:55.461]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
[04:58.619]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
[05:02.055]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
[05:05.304]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
[05:09.045]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
[05:12.168]The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'

作词 : Jeremie Pennick/Alan Maman/Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Rick Hyde
作曲 : Jeremie Pennick/Alan Maman/Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Rick Hyde
Yeah
I know they keep wondering
I know they keep wondering when this shit gon' stop
Huh, time
Ain't a such thing as time, time is manmade, you know what I mean?
But real shit though
Even if it was, this shit'll never stop
Argh
And that's on Machine Gun Black
Uh
I'm the who coined the griddy slogan, the Butcher coming
G.X.F., Semicolon, B.S.F., Griselda Express, how many really rode it?
I lost count when I dropped B.O.P., they watch me O.T
But since they don't rhyme on this peak, they gon' try to copy those beats
So protect your aura, they put spells, wretched corners taught Butch well
How ironic, that eight foot cell turn my brain cells to book shelves
Niggas who brag they never took deals getting cooked still
And my foot still on rappers necks who got their hand-me-down careers from the Goodwill
I'm betting heavy, let's get ready, my last record was record setting
Def Jam let me in the building, turned the boardroom to Satriale's
Okay, y'all could rap, but ain't no way y'all could lap a true hustler
Who thought his way off the Ave, an advance got paid out in cash
I own the masters to a few of my classics, bank cards not plastic
The plug series mine, that's why you could only pray y'all could catch us
They hate on the great soldiers, make you some cake and pay all your taxes
And I could never flake 'cause being a real nigga pays automatic
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Big stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck, got the bitch piling (Skrrt)
Hopped out the two tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (Brrt)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spinned right back"
Look, praying for clean money abundantly
Humbly hoping my ambitions don't crumble me
It's one of me, niggas ain't authentic, niggas wanna be
My reputation precedes me, I need at least a hundred-piece
Your worth wrong, niggas think they rappers 'cause they verse long
My last show, they sung my shit in unison like church songs
Ask about me, green off of brown like earth tones
I turn that to a eighty point split once the merch gone
It never was no route for us, fentanyl outpouring
You wanna get some money in my city, get a house for it
A fiend bought me a Samsung and a blender like a house warming
Gave that nigga six bags out the bundle, he was out for it
It was so worth it, K9 unit because the dog working
Straight Yams, twenty piece tender that serve a soul purpose
Sawed-off, call it Marsha Brady 'cause the nose broken
Shoot that shit in California, heard that shit in Hoboken
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Big stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck, got the bitch piling (Skrrt)
Hopped out the two tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (Brrt)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spinned right back"
Look, uh
Pulled a McLaren blue and orange out, leave the doors up
It look like Pat Ewing getting his warm up (Talk to 'em)
This like the best run I had in some years (Huh?)
Customers loyal like Spike Lee, we was selling Madison Squares
Do the research, them boys was starving
It was ugly for rap in this lane, we made it look like Lori Harvey (Talk to 'em)
Nobody had to cosign for me
Had a room full of white like Michael Rubin Fourth of July party
My bitch got ass like Diana Ross daughter (Uh-huh)
She wanted me to buy a gram of soft for her
Walk up in the spot, rich niggas can't keep they eyes off her (They can't)
Only thing she got is some good pussy they can buy off her (Uh-huh)
Huh, they offer me the deals, I need the high offers
(You think I'll make that bag right)
That money good, but that contract ain't on the up-and-up
"Take the money and leave the masters," take the what, leave the what?
I'm counting up this paper cup, paper cut (Yeah)
**** what I'm bringing to the table when I'm the legs that hold the ****ing table up
Won't let no record label play with us
Before I let my lights cut off and cable shut, I'm back to bagging yayo up
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Big stylin', six deep in the Maybach truck, got the bitch piling (Skrrt)
Hopped out the two tone Balenci', ski-mask smiling (Brrt)
Why it shoot like that? (Why it shoot like that?)
Why it shoot like that?
Hit like five extra niggas, I'm on shit like that
Scoreboard look like, "Oh Lord, them niggas spinned right back"
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'
The Griselda train ain't stoppin', the Griselda train ain't stoppin'