[00:00.000] 作词 : Sean Momberger/Kendrick Lamar/Ray Charles
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Sean Momberger/Kendrick Lamar/Ray Charles
[00:00.000] 制作人 : Mustard
[00:00.002] Psst, I see dead people
[00:05.649] (Mustard on the beat, ho)
[00:06.811]
[00:06.970] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
[00:09.362] Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw
[00:11.649] Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
[00:13.982] Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
[00:16.302] What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
[00:18.954] The industry can hate me, **** 'em all and they mama
[00:21.155] How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
[00:23.639] I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
[00:26.811]
[00:28.820] Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
[00:31.017] Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
[00:32.880] Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
[00:35.355] Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him
[00:37.861] Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
[00:40.230] Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
[00:42.472] You better not ever go to cell block one
[00:44.713] To any b***h that talk to him and they in love
[00:47.350] Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
[00:49.589] They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
[00:52.188] And Party at the party, playin' with his nose now
[00:54.487] And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
[00:56.878] Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
[00:59.189] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, **** 'em up
[01:01.536] Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
[01:03.916] Why you trollin' like a b***h? Ain't you tired?
[01:06.457] Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor
[01:14.422]
[01:14.575] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
[01:19.240] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
[01:23.073]
[01:23.248] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
[01:25.521] I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga
[01:27.833] Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'
[01:30.190] What is the owl? Bird niggas and burnt b*****s, go
[01:33.069] The audience not dumb
[01:34.606] Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
[01:37.149] Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
[01:39.564] Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for b***h and you Malibu most wanted
[01:42.382] Ain't no law boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
[01:44.857] Since 2009, I had this b***h jumpin'
[01:47.214] You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
[01:49.552] What OVO for? The "Other V****al Option"? P***y
[01:53.106] Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
[01:55.495] Might write this with a doctrine, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"
[01:57.799] **** a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on, he **** around, get polished
[02:01.446] ****ed on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
[02:03.743] Then get his face tatted like a b***h apologizin'
[02:06.148] I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
[02:08.470] From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena
[02:10.849] And your home boy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
[02:13.217] That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
[02:15.750] I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
[02:18.037] Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
[02:20.647] Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
[02:22.841] Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy
[02:25.397] How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
[02:27.696] One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
[02:30.029] Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
[02:32.456] Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy
[02:34.702] Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
[02:37.093] City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy
[02:40.438]
[02:44.830] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
[02:49.450] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
[02:53.425]
[02:53.772] Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
[02:56.200] Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
[02:58.442] Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
[03:00.761] Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
[03:03.072] The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer
[03:05.466] Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
[03:07.846] You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
[03:10.145] Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge
[03:13.187] You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)
[03:15.431] Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)
[03:18.036] 21 gave you false street cred
[03:19.733] Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)
[03:22.721] Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)
[03:25.084] 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
[03:27.139] You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
[03:29.264] No, you not a colleague, you a ****in' colonizer
[03:32.413] The family matter, and the truth of the matter, it was God's plan to show y'all the liar
[03:36.672]
[03:38.113] Mm
[03:40.028] Mm-mm
[03:41.017] He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
[03:43.314] He a fan, he a fan, he a—
[03:45.278] Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
[03:47.691] Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
[03:50.213] Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
[03:52.523] Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
[03:54.893] Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
[03:57.240] Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
[03:59.597] Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
[04:02.009] Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
[04:03.694] Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
[04:06.784] Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
[04:08.943] Then step this way, step that way
[04:11.488] Then step this way, step that way
[04:13.732]
[04:13.881] Are you my friend?
[04:16.133] Are we locked in?
[04:18.293] Then step this way, step that way
[04:20.872] Then step this way, step that way

作词 : Sean Momberger/Kendrick Lamar/Ray Charles
作曲 : Sean Momberger/Kendrick Lamar/Ray Charles
制作人 : Mustard
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, **** 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any b***h that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party, playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, **** 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a b***h? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga
Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird niggas and burnt b*****s, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for b***h and you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
Since 2009, I had this b***h jumpin'
You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The "Other V****al Option"? P***y
Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this with a doctrine, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"
**** a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on, he **** around, get polished
****ed on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like a b***h apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena
And your home boy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy
How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy
Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer
Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)
Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)
21 gave you false street cred
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)
Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)
2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
No, you not a colleague, you a ****in' colonizer
The family matter, and the truth of the matter, it was God's plan to show y'all the liar
Mm
Mm-mm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
He a fan, he a fan, he a—
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way