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作词 : Darius Bentley
作曲 : Darius Bentley
My window down, know I look different, don't I?
Bullets flyin', but I love my city, I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong, I'll lay 'em down before I lift 'em up
How I'm gon' feel after I kill? I'm tryna kick the cup
Farewell, heard he was sentenced, ain't no bail on him
Do all of this tryin' to survive, ain't get no chance to live
This **** ain't set up for us, I wish I could ball with my niggas, bring 'em all home
I got the deal after the bill collector called me
This **** weigh heavy on my soul, but I don't feel no different
I look my nigga in his eye, know I can't take him with me
'Causе he'll rob everybody, act likе he playin' fifty
Say I'm the first to put my mother****in' city on
May all my enemies align, I show no pity on 'em
Get out of line, ho, I get rid of one 'em
I don't say a word, I let God work
Always on time like the clockwork
Remember when I bend the wrist, I make the pot burst
Inside his closet, it's some skeletons, a lot of dirt
I flush it all before they find it, tryna hide it first
See what happen when you ain't got it, so I'm riding dirty
I go back in time to make it play out perfect
Shout out my partner and 'nem, we got it from that product purple
My window down, know I look different, don't I?
Bullets flyin', but I love my city, I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong, I'll lay 'em down before I lift 'em up
How I'm gon' feel after I kill? I'm tryna kick the cup
Pray I never follow these sirens and they lead me home
Stone heart a lil' bit, so hard to trust
I done see a lot of love lost over little shit
How am I to feel, really, nigga? After the deal
They show fake love and make it feel genuine, mmm
Ain't get a call from you, it's been a minute
Pray for my fall after I get up with you
Can't see these scars behind this window, though, they limo-tinted
Free all my dogs from off the leash, bring home my nigga Benji
I think of you, it make me slow down sometimes
Roll up the window, hold the pole down sometimes
Bury him deep, 'cause I feel lowdown sometimes
My window down, know I look different, don't I?
Bullets flyin', but I love my city, I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong, I'll lay 'em down before I lift 'em up
How I'm gon' feel after I kill? I'm tryna kick the cup
Farewell, heard he was sentenced, ain't no bail on him
Do all of this tryin' to survive, ain't get no chance to live
This **** ain't set up for us, I wish I could ball with my niggas, bring 'em all home