[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jason Mills/VNSN
[00:03.108] This next verse, these bars
[00:08.136] Yeah, uh
[00:11.281] I just realized that I'm a rich *****
[00:14.584] My mama and papa never made six figures
[00:17.597] By 2019, I'll be at seven figures
[00:20.432] This my moment of clarity, let me tell it jigga
[00:23.201] I gave up liquor, I gave up smoking
[00:25.252] Knowing that the green from being sober is way more potent
[00:27.997] Now people poking noses in my business
[00:30.814] Pinocchio and they lying, trying hard to figure out
[00:33.535] Which ho I'm strokin' to use they lotion
[00:35.432] I don't **** no *******, I got a wife now
[00:37.195] Young *****, grown rich ***** lifestyle
[00:40.145] I could line every rapper up right now
[00:43.113] And fade 'em with the bars to make every one of 'em lie down
[00:45.831] Sleep, Poké Flute couldn't wake 'em up
[00:49.110] Poke a stick at they body
[00:50.520] Now po-po about to bring the cuffs
[00:51.951] Oh no, I'm 'bout to do a bid
[00:53.040] Oh shit, they 'bout to free the kid
[00:54.052] Killin' bad rappers is legal across the nation, *****
[00:57.616] Die, die, die, die, die and I say it with passion
[00:59.475] Half these people talkin' shit don't say shit
[01:03.396] When you leave the Internet
[01:04.694] And you happen to see 'em in passin'
[01:06.547] It's just harder to see them outside of the actin'
[01:09.383] It's more harder to see them outside of the laughin'
[01:12.241] When they only with they friends and sayin' that your album trash
[01:15.122] When right before they looked you in your face
[01:17.173] And told you you were snappin'
[01:18.041] They the ones that stab your back in when they catch you lackin'
[01:20.899] They the ones that shouldn't have been in the womb instead of napkin
[01:23.626] Capitalizin' off of these *****s lackin', what the **** happened?
[01:26.729] *****s turned to kingpins, Twitter fingers they get to tappin'
[01:29.112] Must've pushed the key under the tab, all your words is cappin'
[01:32.415] *****, I am the captain, *****, I am the chief
[01:34.945] *****, I am the priest when I wake, *****, you are deceased
[01:37.194] *****, you are control, alt, delete, *****, be gone for me
[01:40.408] *****, you need to think before you speak
[01:42.327] *****, you Candace Owens
[01:43.398] *****, you panic knowing I don't need no XL stamp to excel
[01:46.838] I just got 20 bands and transportation in a XL
[01:49.691] To make them throw they hands and scream my lyrics
[01:52.175] Meanwhile, people talkin'
[01:53.155] Got me askin' "Where you at?" without a Nextel
[01:55.120] No, for real, where you at? The internet still?
[01:58.318] No, for real, where you at? Your mama crib still?
[02:01.457] No for real, where you at?
[02:04.078] My comment section usin' cracked iPhone 5Ss to hate my blessin's
[02:07.417] Wildin', click your page
[02:08.422] All I see is, "This profile page is private"
[02:10.074] With a profile picture of Michael Jordan's face cryin'
[02:12.683] Probably 'cause I'm ballin' like I'm Lebron and you retired
[02:15.387] While a ***** still chasin' them rings like Blac Chyna
[02:18.310] No major labels, keepin' up with *****s on major labels
[02:21.300] When I sign, the label's keepin' up with me, you won't be able
[02:23.891] Eatin' at my table, you ain't cool enough and that's the lingo
[02:26.922] Now I put the classmates that used to laugh up on my payroll
[02:29.964] Ho, I think I'm better than Cole, better than Dot
[02:32.841] **** a tweet, ***** I'm just as good as Biggie and Pac
[02:35.431] R.I.P., this my Kodak, Lil Xan, and Yachty talk
[02:38.712] Akademiks cover him, Adam 22 with the shots
[02:41.588] Y'all ain't got No Jumpers, double entendre, double entendre
[02:45.582] You ain't catch it? Well, that's yo problem
[02:47.867] Now listen, this ain't no dissin', this ain't no hate
[02:50.450] But keep it real, this is the Freshmen I didn't make?
[02:53.041] In other words, all of you rappers is just steak
[02:55.965] When you fallin' off the bone of them charts, I'm eatin' your plate
[02:58.799] You can't put me in a class when I'm busy teachin' 'em lessons
[03:01.642] So next year, don't even hit me to be a Freshmen
[03:04.651] I'm gon' **** it up, too many bodies, too many stretchers
[03:07.439] Better buckle up, too much gas and I'm in a Tesla
[03:10.503] Testa Rossa in my future, they sleepin'
[03:12.865] I got the rooster, they seated
[03:13.845] I got the booster, I'm seein' over these losers
[03:16.341] Please book me, Lollapalooza, I'm blowin', it's like a tuba
[03:18.885] I'd blow his head with a Ruger if he hot and can't cool up
[03:21.927] I'm blowin' like I'm a cougar's jaws, who's involved?
[03:24.804] Whose acoustics make his sonics look like he's infused with Nas
[03:27.371] Mixed with Gucci, cross him without a cross light
[03:29.785] And you gon' see the crossroads twice, rest in Peace Phife
[03:32.684] You gon' see life, pass before you better be nice
[03:35.406] 'Cause I will body everybody
[03:36.975] If I see sight of a ***** that don't even blink right
[03:40.609] Shoutout YBN Cordae, IDK is my name
[03:44.128] Hi, this Trippie verse, bye