LRC歌词
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[00:01.80]But it's OK cause we go hard you know that's why the streets for
[00:13.68]I feel the pressure in pain you may think I'm insane
[00:15.87]Feel like a bullet hit your brain when they mention my name
[00:25.41]Oh no no we not the same this streets s**t in my vein you start catching cases when you start switching your game
[00:31.05]Now they dressing the plate they arrest any day sent my brother to the pit and learn his lesson again
[00:36.27]There's no food in the refrigerator or I feel up the plate
[00:42.15]OK lets load up our n***a haters and get of the chain ma ma ma Martin luther king
[00:45.33]Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz either gon kill me or they gon gimme respect
[00:49.26]Tired of breaking my neck standing out on this balcony like this all you gon get
[00:54.93]For I calling the calvary attention there will be no one after me
[01:01.77]None of these rappers is half of me give me half of your salary b***h
[01:06.03]I'm riding coach class tryna get my a*s home
[01:09.39]First class ain't talking about s**t where's my headphones
[01:16.68]Push your head in the rain jumpin top in the sun at the bottom of the barrel
[01:22.38]But I know I'm the one for that my kingdom they come yes king david is here
[01:28.29]After knocking down goliath there is no one I fear
[01:31.56]Lord have mercy on me pa put this cursing on me
[01:35.22]I know it's crazy but I forgive my worse enemy for him not know who I be so him not know what he do and when you stand at his casket know it that could be you meet ya
[01:46.74]Keep our lips concealed the problem we do truth won't matter is if we get caught we through something like Adam and Eve just don't eat the fruit ain't no age limit in this weak recruit come on
[02:00.12]Single five line walking through this mind field
[02:03.99]All these soulja's lamp out there life but my real
[02:08.97]Still in coach class tryna get my a*s home
[02:24.54]First class ain't talking about s**t
[02:31.86]Where's my mother f**kin headphones
文本歌词
But it's OK cause we go hard you know that's why the streets for
I feel the pressure in pain you may think I'm insane
Feel like a bullet hit your brain when they mention my name
Oh no no we not the same this streets s**t in my vein you start catching cases when you start switching your game
Now they dressing the plate they arrest any day sent my brother to the pit and learn his lesson again
There's no food in the refrigerator or I feel up the plate
OK lets load up our n***a haters and get of the chain ma ma ma Martin luther king
Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz either gon kill me or they gon gimme respect
Tired of breaking my neck standing out on this balcony like this all you gon get
For I calling the calvary attention there will be no one after me
None of these rappers is half of me give me half of your salary b***h
I'm riding coach class tryna get my a*s home
First class ain't talking about s**t where's my headphones
Push your head in the rain jumpin top in the sun at the bottom of the barrel
But I know I'm the one for that my kingdom they come yes king david is here
After knocking down goliath there is no one I fear
Lord have mercy on me pa put this cursing on me
I know it's crazy but I forgive my worse enemy for him not know who I be so him not know what he do and when you stand at his casket know it that could be you meet ya
Keep our lips concealed the problem we do truth won't matter is if we get caught we through something like Adam and Eve just don't eat the fruit ain't no age limit in this weak recruit come on
Single five line walking through this mind field
All these soulja's lamp out there life but my real
Still in coach class tryna get my a*s home
First class ain't talking about s**t
Where's my mother f**kin headphones