- Hit-Boy broad day 歌詞
- Hit-Boy
- Yeah, yeah, we all in the race
Ay Hit, how we gonna lose with shit like this, my nigga?
Hit-Boy, look
Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
I should A&R the game, pick you niggas beats
Honestly, I send hotter shit to your e-mail
Tedious with the detail
Pickin a pocket apart, callin a blitz
Gettin looks from them crackers, we all in the Ritz
Niggas said they with the shits, that all was a myth
Marathon, pace it out, you caught in a sprint
Show me who you are once, aint gotta show me twice
You cant sell like Eminem, you look like Obie Trice
Down to take a rubber bullet for my voting rights
Real nigga, I aint gotta sign into no device, bitch
**** being famous, you niggas overrated
Pull cards no Vegas, Smack DVD, Shea Davis
**** with my Detroit niggas, ay Siri, play Capers
Big boy toys pushing through the barricade
Got they face lookin like a episode of Scared Straight
Scared money dont make no money
Diamonds from Cheyenne, and my necklace, shit its stunning
Word to my niggas in the Bay, we goin dummy
Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
I should A&R the game, pick you niggas beats
This aint a movie or nothing
Black plight associate lootin Louis with justice
Prayin for the sons of man and all of my cousins
You aint piece up on the plan, dont come to the function
Look, remember playin my demos and they cut em off
Still kept a winner mentality and stayed involved
Losin myself would be my toughest loss
Catch plays one-handed, my era Randy Moss
Grew up playin quarterback club, while my relli bagged up
Wishin I could stack somethin
Wilson Middle, sixth grade, I was tryna crack somethin
Some niggas gave they life to the Lord now they back thuggin
Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
I should A&R the game, pick you niggas beats
Facts though...
Look, makin it shake til my day, man this aint the same
I pick up the pieces every time its make or break
Base to base, hit like Griffey Jr. in his playing days
Do it for niggas hustlin
Tryna get off an onion fore the federals bust in
Too many of us strugglin, thats unbecoming
If Im not gon be the one to change the world , I know my son is
The sky is calm, the stars are bright (For real though)
Whats better than to be in flight (Shoutout Rodney B., look)
I re-
HB beatin up the percussion
You waitin on me to peak, Im just approaching my summit
Since its going off, Im so close, I can touch it
Scouring the lot, this summer, might get the rose -tint
Downtown, divin in my bag at Dover
Pushin a toy, not talkin Toyota
Waiting on the call when my dawg say he comin home
Keep it rock solid even when they throwin stones
Set me free
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