文本歌词

Bas、JID - Fried Rice
Milk
Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired
Tell me when the jinx man Im getting there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old b*****s miss me a hole in her soul
But I'm over it though had to block me a number
We're sorry
This from the latest collection my boy
You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice
I done died twice
I got nine lives that means seven to spare
Vision blurry but the hindsight always 2020
I see Heaven or Hell
Yeah just to bust up a cell
Yeah tell 'em come and give me
**** in' non-violence when the nine flying
Hear her lullaby make 'em sing like Adele
Heavy on me like a pound
Singing' off key get 'em off me
We on north streets for the money
N***as hit up Wall Street
Had them boys ringin' the bell
Ain't no Libra but my scale ready
If this rap s**t ever fail get me hot
My borough taught me how to run a block
Confidence is quiet I don't talk a lot
I call my mama and I call the shots
I don't call these b*****s they just talk a lot
Cop a couple toys and we can make a play
Now the driveway like a parking lot
Beware the dogs what the sign say
I did it my way I did it my way
Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired
Tell me when the jinx man I'm getting there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old b*****s miss me a hole in her soul
But I'm over it though had to block me a number
Block-block uh block look
You got a girl but it not like mine
She got a a** but she not that fine
Don't make a n***a laugh
I need the cash in a bag in advance
Before I grab any mic in the stand
Don't make a n***a mad
Spazz the **** out all bad I'm all-Madden
I'm on a go route now but I do all patterns
I'm with your ho right now and she's a tall glass
I'm a can full of whoop-yo- a**
A little 40 in a booking bag
I put a bullet in your looking a**
Aw baby what is you doing
Lookin' askin' for something you can work yo a** off for
My n***a grab it go after it
I'm p-p-passionate d-d-damagin' my anatomy
Don't get mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin'
I'm an animal an anomaly
Mari-mari-m*******a it's the god in me gotta be
A better way just to get away
Takin' the back-street roads
A couple days maybe give or take Yeah
Baby Uh I'm gon' get home
When I'm in the zone I'm in
I'm ignoring your phone call again
The phone off the dome talk your phone block-block
You're on switch off
The long lost lil' n***a getting it how he live hol' up
Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired
Tell me when the jinx man I'm getting there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old b*****s miss me a hole in her soul
But I'm over it though had to block me a number
This from the latest collection my boy
You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing
Like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice
Like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice
Boy you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing
Like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice
Like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice