作词 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
作曲 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
Who let the dope boys out?
Thank God, you let me crash on your couch
Who's my God that I’m prayin' to now?
Early two-thou, they tried to jump me in latino protection
Any direction, you gave me your blessing
Text them, I text 'em, I told them I got ’em
Told them I made it to Hollywood
All it took was a summer to fail
But them record not gon' keep my black ass out of jail
Truth prevails, this is real
Miss my brother, I love my mother
Drove all the way to Cali' just to check up on me
Made her go home, felt the virus
Where my life is, my weed falls, dreams trip in silеnce
Just to have the soul, was happy blind
Think I havе to hit rewind to think about what I do say
Got my cousin' doin' time, he was barely pushin' time
My whole family curse, now get the **** out my ride
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
Nothin', nothin', nothin’, nothin’, nothin'
So get the **** out my ride
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I (Get the **** out)
Give no shit, guess my ignorance is bliss
Now get the **** out my ride
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
Nothin’, nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin’
So get the **** out my ride
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
If a killer say shit, then get these mother****ers- (Get the **** out)
Live from the ghetto blow, life where it pains me
You niggas ain't alpha, you're incels, you normies
Ain't born out in ? in your house with crips
Pop shit, now you got contact, can't stale
Where to begin? Now better with ?
Let 'em all in, treat 'em like they next to my kid
Checkin' their check way before the record begin
Niggas blow a lot of smoke like they breath in the wind
Ain't no pretend, tell you how it is, how it go
What do you know, when you start escapin' your soul
White on the street, walkin' that ***** like Abbey Road
Truth be told, no such thing as "real nigga mode"
For that lights, camera, action, glamor, glitters and gold
I fold this ? the globe
No peace on the street, so I clutch to my heat
Gotta watch for these savages roamin' the street (Go)
I (?)
So get the **** out my ride
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
Yeah, nigga, we back up in this thang
Now get the **** out my ride
Yeah, ?
Tell 'em ?
See the sunrise
Sometimes it drives me crazy (Look at the sky)
This all I got for you (Nigga)
That sunlight it'll drive you crazy
What is God to you niggas?
Goddamn mother****er, uh