| 作词 : Mr.Maan | |
| [Hook] | |
| Why me? why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? | |
| Why can't I trust what I see? | |
| Having beef roast, with cold toast | |
| No host, Ain't gotta boast | |
| Blessed with good, no hoes | |
| These rappers, tatted head toes | |
| Era of poppin' drugs, keeping my lungs clean, | |
| ain't nobody who gonna stop me | |
| If I wanted to, I wouldn't have popped it | |
| While I'm grindin', nobody gonna take my cockpit, | |
| Take the mic, imma rock it | |
| Imma be old school, won't say how much is in my pocket | |
| My girl keepin' my pics in her locket | |
| You might be, But not In bracket | |
| Won't brag shit, its my clean tactic | |
| The fact is, you a rat bitch | |
| You tracked shit, falled in pit | |
| Oh! | |
| How the **** maan is spittin' crank shit | |
| No sympathy I need, world is cold | |
| Don't talk about no feed, | |
| Playing it better than 50 shade, not a gifted ace, started with a craze | |
| Keepin' 100, dreams I chase | |
| Call me insane, it's an understate | |
| When they tryna pull me, they fail | |
| No hate baby, cannot tame me | |
| Hard to contain me, impossible to frame me | |
| All the dirt you throwin', Makin' me sick | |
| My stuff so natural, no psychic | |
| When I spit so hard, they be sayin' maansick | |
| All I m focused on is to make it, | |
| Man, How can I listen to broke bitches? | |
| [Hook] | |
| Why me? Why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? | |
| Why can't I trust what I see? | |
| I've been Killing beats lately, | |
| My studio be crime scene | |
| They takin' me lightly, | |
| Shawty left me **** it, | |
| They be throwing bullshit | |
| I do fight it, Imma find it | |
| Who's liable, no one was able | |
| What do I say, neither am I stable | |
| Yeah! | |
| There's a fair share of my nightmare | |
| I thought I couldn't make it, now I'm here | |
| Not a single day, goes Without this | |
| They be makin' hits without Content | |
| Man I gotta be writin', or my life is a livin' hell | |
| My game was a hail mary, shit is hard really | |
| They got an easy life like a tale fairy, | |
| Every week I'm psyched up like a noon Friday | |
| Dude who can't even talk properly wanna rap | |
| The only reason he is heard, autotune craft | |
| When they said you can't sing, they were right bro | |
| Your shit not even tight bro, | |
| You a sprite bro, the shots you took at me was light bro | |
| Sorrounded by enemies, not even known to me | |
| I don't wanna say that, this shit is payback | |
| snapping like thanos, imma lay back | |
| No need of negativity, just stay back | |
| Pushing the feeling through the music, | |
| Always been a true shit, you was always jealous of it knew it | |
| Tryna get deeper than the coral reef | |
| Imma keep on writing till I barely speak | |
| I be spitting till they get their cold feet | |
| When I shoot my bars, there's no retake, | |
| I'm living for my family, I wanna repay, | |
| Leveled up, neither sad nor guilty | |
| the decision I make 'em right, | |
| Even if I gotta fight, that is fine but- | |
| [Hook] | |
| Why me? why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? | |
| Why can't I trust what I see? |
| zuo ci : Mr. Maan | |
| Hook | |
| Why me? why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
| Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
| Having beef roast, with cold toast | |
| No host, Ain' t gotta boast | |
| Blessed with good, no hoes | |
| These rappers, tatted head toes | |
| Era of poppin' drugs, keeping my lungs clean, | |
| ain' t nobody who gonna stop me | |
| If I wanted to, I wouldn' t have popped it | |
| While I' m grindin', nobody gonna take my cockpit, | |
| Take the mic, imma rock it | |
| Imma be old school, won' t say how much is in my pocket | |
| My girl keepin' my pics in her locket | |
| You might be, But not In bracket | |
| Won' t brag shit, its my clean tactic | |
| The fact is, you a rat bitch | |
| You tracked shit, falled in pit | |
| Oh! | |
| How the maan is spittin' crank shit | |
| No sympathy I need, world is cold | |
| Don' t talk about no feed, | |
| Playing it better than 50 shade, not a gifted ace, started with a craze | |
| Keepin' 100, dreams I chase | |
| Call me insane, it' s an understate | |
| When they tryna pull me, they fail | |
| No hate baby, cannot tame me | |
| Hard to contain me, impossible to frame me | |
| All the dirt you throwin', Makin' me sick | |
| My stuff so natural, no psychic | |
| When I spit so hard, they be sayin' maansick | |
| All I m focused on is to make it, | |
| Man, How can I listen to broke bitches? | |
| Hook | |
| Why me? Why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
| Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
| I' ve been Killing beats lately, | |
| My studio be crime scene | |
| They takin' me lightly, | |
| Shawty left me it, | |
| They be throwing bullshit | |
| I do fight it, Imma find it | |
| Who' s liable, no one was able | |
| What do I say, neither am I stable | |
| Yeah! | |
| There' s a fair share of my nightmare | |
| I thought I couldn' t make it, now I' m here | |
| Not a single day, goes Without this | |
| They be makin' hits without Content | |
| Man I gotta be writin', or my life is a livin' hell | |
| My game was a hail mary, shit is hard really | |
| They got an easy life like a tale fairy, | |
| Every week I' m psyched up like a noon Friday | |
| Dude who can' t even talk properly wanna rap | |
| The only reason he is heard, autotune craft | |
| When they said you can' t sing, they were right bro | |
| Your shit not even tight bro, | |
| You a sprite bro, the shots you took at me was light bro | |
| Sorrounded by enemies, not even known to me | |
| I don' t wanna say that, this shit is payback | |
| snapping like thanos, imma lay back | |
| No need of negativity, just stay back | |
| Pushing the feeling through the music, | |
| Always been a true shit, you was always jealous of it knew it | |
| Tryna get deeper than the coral reef | |
| Imma keep on writing till I barely speak | |
| I be spitting till they get their cold feet | |
| When I shoot my bars, there' s no retake, | |
| I' m living for my family, I wanna repay, | |
| Leveled up, neither sad nor guilty | |
| the decision I make ' em right, | |
| Even if I gotta fight, that is fine but | |
| Hook | |
| Why me? why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
| Why can' t I trust what I see? |
| zuò cí : Mr. Maan | |
| Hook | |
| Why me? why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
| Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
| Having beef roast, with cold toast | |
| No host, Ain' t gotta boast | |
| Blessed with good, no hoes | |
| These rappers, tatted head toes | |
| Era of poppin' drugs, keeping my lungs clean, | |
| ain' t nobody who gonna stop me | |
| If I wanted to, I wouldn' t have popped it | |
| While I' m grindin', nobody gonna take my cockpit, | |
| Take the mic, imma rock it | |
| Imma be old school, won' t say how much is in my pocket | |
| My girl keepin' my pics in her locket | |
| You might be, But not In bracket | |
| Won' t brag shit, its my clean tactic | |
| The fact is, you a rat bitch | |
| You tracked shit, falled in pit | |
| Oh! | |
| How the maan is spittin' crank shit | |
| No sympathy I need, world is cold | |
| Don' t talk about no feed, | |
| Playing it better than 50 shade, not a gifted ace, started with a craze | |
| Keepin' 100, dreams I chase | |
| Call me insane, it' s an understate | |
| When they tryna pull me, they fail | |
| No hate baby, cannot tame me | |
| Hard to contain me, impossible to frame me | |
| All the dirt you throwin', Makin' me sick | |
| My stuff so natural, no psychic | |
| When I spit so hard, they be sayin' maansick | |
| All I m focused on is to make it, | |
| Man, How can I listen to broke bitches? | |
| Hook | |
| Why me? Why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
| Why can' t I trust what I see? | |
| I' ve been Killing beats lately, | |
| My studio be crime scene | |
| They takin' me lightly, | |
| Shawty left me it, | |
| They be throwing bullshit | |
| I do fight it, Imma find it | |
| Who' s liable, no one was able | |
| What do I say, neither am I stable | |
| Yeah! | |
| There' s a fair share of my nightmare | |
| I thought I couldn' t make it, now I' m here | |
| Not a single day, goes Without this | |
| They be makin' hits without Content | |
| Man I gotta be writin', or my life is a livin' hell | |
| My game was a hail mary, shit is hard really | |
| They got an easy life like a tale fairy, | |
| Every week I' m psyched up like a noon Friday | |
| Dude who can' t even talk properly wanna rap | |
| The only reason he is heard, autotune craft | |
| When they said you can' t sing, they were right bro | |
| Your shit not even tight bro, | |
| You a sprite bro, the shots you took at me was light bro | |
| Sorrounded by enemies, not even known to me | |
| I don' t wanna say that, this shit is payback | |
| snapping like thanos, imma lay back | |
| No need of negativity, just stay back | |
| Pushing the feeling through the music, | |
| Always been a true shit, you was always jealous of it knew it | |
| Tryna get deeper than the coral reef | |
| Imma keep on writing till I barely speak | |
| I be spitting till they get their cold feet | |
| When I shoot my bars, there' s no retake, | |
| I' m living for my family, I wanna repay, | |
| Leveled up, neither sad nor guilty | |
| the decision I make ' em right, | |
| Even if I gotta fight, that is fine but | |
| Hook | |
| Why me? why why why me? | |
| Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? | |
| But why do my peak look like it' s out of my reach? | |
| Why can' t I trust what I see? |
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