St. Juliana - Boldy James/Conductor Williams.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Boldy James/Conductor Williams
[00:00.281] 作曲 : Boldy James/Conductor Williams
[00:00.562] (Con-Conductor)
[00:03.314] A million dollars worth of jewelry in the back alley, no security
[00:08.943] Yeah, 227
[00:11.730] Where we at?
[00:15.680] I put them grits in the shift, then let the work shuffle
[00:18.240] But the cocoa leaves was my first hustle
[00:20.110] Got the blow for cheap, jumpin' off the top turnbuckle
[00:23.120] My neighborhood streets was hard as a bricky
[00:25.240] Brand new AR with a switchy, it ain't no love in the heart of the city
[00:28.590] I make them birds take a bath, pull that paper tag
[00:31.480] Camo Carhartt cover-alls but this the Bape collab
[00:34.150] Take me back, back in the day to my mi amor
[00:36.990] Back in the day where you could disguise bein' poor
[00:39.430] I missed that old Hellblock, I brought the flame back
[00:41.980] This that real East One shit across the train tracks
[00:44.660] Conductor, all of the sales I conducted
[00:47.250] Now I'm hoppin' out a UFO, look like I've been abducted
[00:50.240] If we should fall, one of us should be each other's crutches
[00:53.050] Ain't no more runnin' from police, obstructing the justice
[00:55.650] Flockin' 1017s like I'm Wooh da Kid
[00:58.310] Now that Rolls parked at the trap just to shoot a vid'
[01:01.360] Ain't where you from, it's where you at if you that for real
[01:03.580] In my hood, you only good as the last **** that you killed
[01:06.520] Ain't where you from, it's where you at if you that for real
[01:09.180] Behind my name, **** pushin' up daisies and daffodils
[01:11.860] Ain't where you from, it's where you at if you stand for real
[01:14.520] I'll leave your brains all on the kids' menu like a Happy Meal
[01:17.330] Ain't where you from, it's where you at with it
[01:19.720] Repeat after me, ain't no love in the streets for a trap ****
[01:23.080] I mean, no matter how hard they try to turn this shit
[01:25.990] I keep my image, name, and my face card clean
[01:28.500] New ARP with the Laser Quest, AK with the bayonet
[01:31.390] A hundred Sharpe bowls in the sprinter van
[01:33.430] Six-hundred grits of Errol Flynn stuffed in the minivan
[01:35.930] Packed up the raw with no gloves, just ****ed up my dinner plans
[01:39.180] We eat the most, play with gang, ****, we gon' wet 'em
[01:42.160] Married to the game, them cakes whiter than a nice wedding
[01:44.540] One baby mama, two kids, rich off a minute phone?
[01:47.800] I'm really two commas in, seven figures strong
[01:50.290] Left for the decimal
[01:51.030] Just met Pedro at the Texaco, thuggin' from Zone 6 to lil' Mexico
[01:55.680] All of these exes and overs, it's all X and O
[01:58.460] You know it's all love
[01:59.030] I love your wheels
[02:00.910] You like my cars?
[02:02.330] You don't have any car
[02:03.990] What are you talking about?
[02:04.970] Which one?
[02:06.050] A few
[02:07.440] Oh, you on race
[02:08.720] The big shits, big expensive shits

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作词 : Boldy James/Conductor Williams
作曲 : Boldy James/Conductor Williams
(Con-Conductor)
A million dollars worth of jewelry in the back alley, no security
Yeah, 227
Where we at?
I put them grits in the shift, then let the work shuffle
But the cocoa leaves was my first hustle
Got the blow for cheap, jumpin' off the top turnbuckle
My neighborhood streets was hard as a bricky
Brand new AR with a switchy, it ain't no love in the heart of the city
I make them birds take a bath, pull that paper tag
Camo Carhartt cover-alls but this the Bape collab
Take me back, back in the day to my mi amor
Back in the day where you could disguise bein' poor
I missed that old Hellblock, I brought the flame back
This that real East One shit across the train tracks
Conductor, all of the sales I conducted
Now I'm hoppin' out a UFO, look like I've been abducted
If we should fall, one of us should be each other's crutches
Ain't no more runnin' from police, obstructing the justice
Flockin' 1017s like I'm Wooh da Kid
Now that Rolls parked at the trap just to shoot a vid'
Ain't where you from, it's where you at if you that for real
In my hood, you only good as the last **** that you killed
Ain't where you from, it's where you at if you that for real
Behind my name, **** pushin' up daisies and daffodils
Ain't where you from, it's where you at if you stand for real
I'll leave your brains all on the kids' menu like a Happy Meal
Ain't where you from, it's where you at with it
Repeat after me, ain't no love in the streets for a trap ****
I mean, no matter how hard they try to turn this shit
I keep my image, name, and my face card clean
New ARP with the Laser Quest, AK with the bayonet
A hundred Sharpe bowls in the sprinter van
Six-hundred grits of Errol Flynn stuffed in the minivan
Packed up the raw with no gloves, just ****ed up my dinner plans
We eat the most, play with gang, ****, we gon' wet 'em
Married to the game, them cakes whiter than a nice wedding
One baby mama, two kids, rich off a minute phone?
I'm really two commas in, seven figures strong
Left for the decimal
Just met Pedro at the Texaco, thuggin' from Zone 6 to lil' Mexico
All of these exes and overs, it's all X and O
You know it's all love
I love your wheels
You like my cars?
You don't have any car
What are you talking about?
Which one?
A few
Oh, you on race
The big shits, big expensive shits