[00:00.00] 作词 : Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl
[00:02.06]You good, T-Minus?
[00:07.95]B*****s been countin' me out
[00:09.61]I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
[00:11.51]I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
[00:13.38]I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit
[00:15.28]The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
[00:17.17]The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
[00:19.13]The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
[00:21.01]But that's how I like it, you all on my shit
[00:23.03]I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get
[00:24.98]I do not snort powder, I might take a sip
[00:26.91]I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
[00:28.80]I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
[00:30.75]I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death
[00:32.69]I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
[00:34.61]What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
[00:36.53]What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
[00:38.42]That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
[00:40.44]Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
[00:42.40]Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
[00:44.37]This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
[00:46.34]Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
[00:48.24]They act like two legends cannot coexist
[00:50.14]But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin'
[00:52.01]If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit
[00:54.01]It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame
[00:55.97]It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
[00:57.85]It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
[00:59.77]It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
[01:01.83]Everything grows, it's destined to change
[01:03.72]I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
[01:05.62]I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
[01:07.57]I hope you know money won't erase the pain
[01:09.52]To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
[01:11.45]Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
[01:13.39]I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
[01:15.34]I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
[01:17.23]**** if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
[01:19.13]Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
[01:21.10]This shit gon' be different, I set my intentions
[01:23.08]I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[01:25.05]B*****s been countin' me out
[01:26.96]I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
[01:28.84]I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
[01:30.77]I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
[01:32.65]The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
[01:34.57]The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
[01:36.60]The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
[01:38.48]But that's how I like it, you all on my shit
[01:40.46]I just poured somethin' in my cup
[01:46.62]I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
[01:50.52]Promise I am never lettin' up
[01:53.96]Money in your palm don't make you real
[01:58.01]Foot is on their neck, I got 'em stuck
[02:01.88]I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
[02:05.91]If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a shit
[02:09.40]Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[02:12.23]I'm dead in the middle of two generations
[02:13.48]I'm little bro and big bro all at once
[02:15.30]Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
[02:17.28]I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
[02:19.18]Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak
[02:21.08]Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
[02:23.07]Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
[02:24.96]I wish that he had more guidance, for real
[02:26.92]Too many niggas in cycle of jail
[02:28.85]Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
[02:30.78]We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
[02:32.69]We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
[02:34.65]We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
[02:36.58]We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
[02:38.51]Distorted self image, we set up to fail
[02:40.44]I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga
[02:43.11]I just poured somethin' in my cup
[02:48.73]I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
[02:52.20]Promise I am never lettin' up
[02:55.98]Money in your palm don't make you real
[03:00.13]Foot is on their neck, I got 'em stuck
[03:03.69]I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
[03:07.95]If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a shit
[03:11.47]Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[03:15.57]Money in your palm don't make you real
[03:19.45]Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[03:23.31]Money in your palm don't make you real

作词 : Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl
作曲 : Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl
You good, T-Minus?
B*****s been countin' me out
I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my shit
I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit
It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
I hope you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
**** if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
B*****s been countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my shit
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on their neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a shit
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
I'm dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak
Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted self image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on their neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a shit
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real