文本歌词

The Roots、Dice Raw、Greg Porn - The Dark (Trinity)
Mountain high and valley low and river wide and tunnel deep
I have traveled chasing demons screaming all I find I keep
If you don't pay like you weigh alright okay that's fine with me
I'ma just spray my heat and say my piece and lay you down to sleep
Ain't nobody tell you clowns to speak
I'mma AK you down the street
Draw that pump that's built for the riots see how quiet y'all can keep
Ain't no wilding it ain't no problem
It ain't no question it ain't no beef
Cut that check then things are sweet
I'ma go buy some diamond teeth
I'll be damned if my setback gonna help you get back on your feet
No surrender no retreat
Ni**a we out here trying to eat
Hashtag diamond dog tag
Money bag nice swag pockets need an ice bag
Toe tag body bag
Ni**as lose their lives sad
Rockets in their flight path
Breaking bad making bad
Choices out here thinking fast
Smoking wet and drinking bad
Soaking wet and sinking fast
Shoot them ni**as making cash
Stick them ni**astake their stash
The law of gravity meets the law of averages
Ain't no sense in attempting to civilize savages
Even though I wish I could be spared my embarrassment
I'm a ni**a other ni**aspale in comparison
We out in Paris yet but still a ni**a perishing
No idea how much time's left f**k trying to cherish it
A life in times unchecked now that's American
Inherit the wind pressure in everything
The world ain't ready for someone like me
And life is sex stress drama and I’m hooked on all 3
I'd rather OD than be the next OG
You fronting for a wh**e that already chose me
One man revolution that's supporting prostitution
I'm trying pimp the game where balling don't mean hooping
And riding don't mean cruising
It mean keep your b**ch-a** moving
If you ain't built for bruising redrum ain't in your blueprint
In a jungle made of concrete every animal Jumanji
On Eazy-E and PCP a**-cash or EBT
How you monetize pigeons on a power line
On a road to the riches every dudes a dollar sign
I don't mind I don't mind long as all the smoke is mine
And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa Johns
And I heard that death is calling money's on the other line
The last episode of Good Times is my life
It's a phrase they say in the streets when the young players meet
Get rich or die trying
But the funny thing about that phrase to me
Is that these little ni**asbe lying
Cause don't nobody wanna die
But everybody trying to get rich though
But the f**ked up thing about that
These lil' ni**asdon't how to get rich so
I still run with those angels
Man I still peep all those angles
Speaking with guns speaking in tongues
Talking that Arabic and that Yiddish
Riding them trains stashing them chains bangles
Yeah I played all those games though
My tag on the wall you ni**aslook up
You can still see my name yo
How did I end up where I'm at
It's kind of hard to explain yo
I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and a Kangol
I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and some Jordans to
Impress that b**ch then I got that b**ch
Now all I want from her's an abortion
My mind filled with distortion
My eyelids say caution
Yeah I sold crack to get my soul back
They say it's gonna cost a fortune
And I wonder if ***** take debit
'Cause a ni**a got real bad credit
If not I ain't got a whole lot so a ni**a
Llike me just can forget it