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[00:00.000] 作词 : Kobe Crawford/Julius McCormack/Brandon Casey/Melvin Curtis Coleman
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kobe Crawford/Julius McCormack/Brandon Casey/Melvin Curtis Coleman
[00:02.000] 制作人 : Juse Dayne
[00:23.650]Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
[00:27.156]Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
[00:30.397]Nobody really know how he feels
[00:33.647]I always thought that you would be here
[00:36.899]Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
[00:39.906]I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
[00:43.155]Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
[00:46.411]I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
[00:49.657]It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
[00:52.652]It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
[00:56.147]I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
[00:58.900]Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
[01:02.653]Yeah, why did you leave?
[01:05.402]If you was here, how would it be?
[01:08.908]Oh, whoa
[01:11.404]I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah)
[01:15.157]Oh, whoa
[01:17.649]I'm protected by the hood gangsters
[01:20.403]Yeah
[01:21.156]Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself?
[01:24.407]The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt
[01:26.904]You was probably tryna catch a sale
[01:30.153]Damn, you should've stayed in jail
[01:32.909]Yeah
[01:34.658]This rap shit been ****in' with my ego
[01:37.158]How the **** I couldn't save 'em? I'm neighborhood hero
[01:39.908]Your main homie actin' strange, I'm tryna know what he know
[01:53.847]And it's crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred
[01:57.097]Phone ring a hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead
[01:59.846]I guess since we didn't take him, he went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own, damn
[02:05.778]I been takin' drugs 'til I feel the effect
[02:08.528]I really miss my dawgs like some missin' pets, yeah
[02:11.781]Made it out the hood, way more than blessed
[02:15.030]Don't say you feel my pain, it's way more than stress, yeah
[02:18.289]I can swipe for bodies with my credit, yeah
[02:21.032]Fred took 17 like JJ Red**k
[02:24.277]Yeah, my music for the streets, so **** a Grammy
[02:27.280]Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny
[02:43.279]Didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
[02:46.274]Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
[02:49.524]Nobody really know how he feels
[02:52.531]I always thought that you would be here
[02:55.783]Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
[02:59.033]I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
[03:02.028]Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
[03:05.281]I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
[03:08.776]It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
[03:11.782]It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
[03:15.031]I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
[03:18.027]Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
[03:21.534]Yeah, why did you leave?
[03:24.274]If you was here, how would it be?
[03:27.780]Oh, whoa
[03:30.277]I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah)
[03:34.025]Oh, whoa
[03:36.779]I'm protected by the hood gangsters

文本歌词

作词 : Kobe Crawford/Julius McCormack/Brandon Casey/Melvin Curtis Coleman
作曲 : Kobe Crawford/Julius McCormack/Brandon Casey/Melvin Curtis Coleman
制作人 : Juse Dayne
Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
Nobody really know how he feels
I always thought that you would be here
Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
Yeah, why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, whoa
I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah)
Oh, whoa
I'm protected by the hood gangsters
Yeah
Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself?
The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt
You was probably tryna catch a sale
Damn, you should've stayed in jail
Yeah
This rap shit been ****in' with my ego
How the **** I couldn't save 'em? I'm neighborhood hero
Your main homie actin' strange, I'm tryna know what he know
And it's crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred
Phone ring a hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead
I guess since we didn't take him, he went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own, damn
I been takin' drugs 'til I feel the effect
I really miss my dawgs like some missin' pets, yeah
Made it out the hood, way more than blessed
Don't say you feel my pain, it's way more than stress, yeah
I can swipe for bodies with my credit, yeah
Fred took 17 like JJ Red**k
Yeah, my music for the streets, so **** a Grammy
Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny
Didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
Nobody really know how he feels
I always thought that you would be here
Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
Yeah, why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, whoa
I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah)
Oh, whoa
I'm protected by the hood gangsters