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作词 : Jeremy Biddle/Ben Johnson/Dashawn Happie White/John Calton/Nathaniel Hill Kim/Teldrick Smith
作曲 : Jeremy Biddle/Ben Johnson/Dashawn Happie White/John Calton/Nathaniel Hill Kim/Teldrick Smith
Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
He put his life in words, shine brighter than jewels
To the point when you feeling stronger than Clase Azul
You niggas softer than pillows
Deep in the trenches where niggas whip it like Willow
Turn your wife to a widow, uh
'Cause money tend to turn a real nigga to weirdos
My shit harder than dildos
I'm in dream mode, one-shot, kill mode
'Fore this rap shit it was hard hats and steel toes
But I still rose
I'm at dinner up in Melrose (Hey)
With two bad bitches rubbin' on my earlobes
We probably never rub elbows
Hе ain't in my salary cap
Niggas say they gettin' money but I'm callin' it cap (Hеy, hey)
Oh, look what we done
We took a bad situation and made it great
He got twenty years, it was drug-related
And he took the plea deal, that goes to show just how much the system hate us
How come nobody congratulates us?
We will make it out the slums (Oh)
And we come from duckin' hunnid round drums (Oh)
And the school system treat us like we dumb
That's why I'm the hallway
Eighth grade, I was trappin' in the hallway
Yeah, I was just in puberty
I was tryna rule my whole community (Mm-hmm)
And do this rap shit for you and me (You and me)
Damn, I was on the "get the whole clique rich" (Clique)
You was on that "get rich quick shit" (Quick)
Hangin' with them niggas I ain't mix with (Mix)
Playin' both sides, be realistic (Oh)
How you not gon' get hit with that heat stick? Nigga
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Yung Bleu]
And this shit deeper than words
Shit deeper than words
Deeper than just rap
Covered in ice you'll think I sponsored a meth lab
Uppin' the price, on the private jet, I got jet lag
I spit the shit that gon' hit your heart like a chest pass
And I got love for the streets but I couldn't stay there (I couldn't stay)
I told him wherever he play, he gotta lay there (He gotta lay)
I got some niggas dead and gone, I took a whole 'nother path
Came home from my first mission, took a blood bath
Ran up a tick like a citation
I'm probably quiet 'cause I'm just checkin' niggas' vibrations
Came back to buss it down with them project babies
Back when we was robbin' everybody but the candy lady
I remember beefin' with my cousin, that's my nana baby (Fck 'em)
Shit crazy
Anybody cross you (Fck 'em)
No family support so I was feelin' like a foster
Nobody talk about the wins and the losses no more
They only love you when you up, but it's too late for that
Killed my lil' brother, just be patient, you gon' pay for that
I heard they tryna catch me on the phone, to build a case for that
They caught him slippin' now he on that shit that blood would lace with that
Chorus: Yung Bleu & John Legend]
Die under the moon
(And when we die, and when we die)
(I hope that we die under the moon)
If we die
(Under the clouds, under the stars, dyin')
And when we die, die under the moon (Die under, with a smile)
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Outro: John Legend]
Thank God for the ups and downs
Thank God that you came around
Thank God that I'm here right now (Here right now)
Thank God for the highs and lows
Thank God for "Oh-no-nos"
Closed doors and the dead-end roads
Thank God, thank God, thank God, thank God
Deeper than words, they take me to church
Bruises and burns, they make me stronger
Make me stronger, make me stronger
(Stronger, ooh, woo)
Woo, ooh-ooh, ooh
Thank God