作词 : E. Ingersoll/A. Reed/R. Valentine/D. Route

作曲 : E. Ingersoll/A. Reed/R. Valentine/D. Route

Yeah, me and Chuck

Check, check, check, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Cool, one

I said, how many bags will it take to feed the fam?

How much status will it take to leave your man?

All of this evil shit, I done seen, but y'all

I Kareem these hooks so my whole team could ball

East Atlanta on my back, I wear that **** a different way

Made loads off my misery

No black, so black, pro-black, the nigga Issa Rae

No leftovers on my dinner plate

When I get in my bag, know it's something to fear

When I get in my feelings, know it's something to hear

I got the right idea

Inspire niggas, that's a bright idea

Double-cross me if you like, I dare

I'm not really that nice, I swear

Niggas got me ****ed up, talking ill

Nigga, like I care

Tell 'em have a seat like right there

Put you in a chair like I care

Light work, spent many nights out here

You know it ain't many like me

I know how to say the right thing

You know it ain't many like me

I know how to do the right thing

I said, how many women in this thing without the ring

Talk to 'em nice like, "Hi, is that Celine?

That's the ninth one tonight that I done seen"

I take a long pause then laugh, "Baby I'm playin'"

Your glass is looking thin, let me splash what you drinking

I swipe, just like the win

Look up, then look again

And I dispersed, just did a digital dash

A nigga got a lil' ghost

She kept grabbin' her phone thinkin' she was finna post me

How long you gon' act like I ain't the nigga you scared of?

Village can't take care of the bear cubs

Paired up with the snare, I'm killing everything the air touch

Fair enough, I'm living vicarious

Through my fears, I buried 'em

And my tears into- into- I drowned in the river

Four pound on my hip, I don't slip

I don't own slippers

Hold me down when your nigga talkin' foul

We deliver more sounds than a symphony

You hear it's me (Uh, look, look)

So who you see when you look in the mirror?

Your appearance is pure, your spirit is priceless

, sincerest apologies, the pistol's an insurance policy

Anybody who body, you know who ridin' 'bout it

You know it ain't many like 6 though

Never need an intro, yeah

Even through the talk and all the chatter I can show 'em that I know my family matters, Uncle Winslow

Outdoors smokin' Indo

Blood don't make you kinfolk

Loyalty is what I send for

No half-steppin', only ten toes

Now life is at a different tempo

Tempo, tempo

Ay, this what I wanna say

If you ever had a way to make a way, then make a way

Ay, it's not complicated

The words on my paper heavier than paperweights

What you pay for that?

Can you get that back, nigga?

You ran a whole check up and they still ain't see you?

This ain't no diss, this like fitness

You picked the one to be the one but you ain't have no discipline

You sittin' in the bed you made, but you don't fit in it

Leg up in front of that mother****er, just kickin' it

(Just kickin')

(Just kickin')

(Get up) Get up

Ain't nothin' over there so you can quit acting tough

It's like in your dreams when you really can't punch

Face your fears or your loved ones gotta run from 'em

You know it ain't many like me

I know how to say the right things

You know it ain't many like me

I know how to say the right thing

You ain't got nowehere to run home to

They got you