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作词 : JPEG MAFIA

作曲 : JPEG MAFIA

You pull up to a red light

A man jerks your door open, says

"Out of the car, I'm taking your car"

You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me"

You know what I do?

I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead

And spill his brains all over the concrete

You think you know me

Uh, b***h, I'll write a scene on your life

And I only rap out of spite

Loss is the theme of my life

After the steam and the hype, dawg

This is my career, not a dice

Never take Ls to a light

B***h, I am impervious in type

So young bucking at advice

New Glock, leave it up to Christ （Hahaha）

Uh, fit for a Joker, need a Harley

Don Callis never been a carney

And you know we showin' up for Darby

Me and Tina bucking back at Ike

You a diva, we gon' drop the mic

New Glock, leave it up to Christ （Ah）

Uh, why would I show you my hand?

I put on a show on demand

I was on the show, who a fan?

These boys never made a profit

You ain't doin' shit, nigga, stop it

I see who y'all biggin', but it's gas

Grown man co-signed trash

Log off, go find bags

Two Glocks tucked in the bag

New switch, they gon' get attached

And they said we never gonna last

Deathloop, you ain't comin' byke

Them tweets cost you a life

You ain't had a hand in the hype

（Nah, man）

Uh, b***h, I'll write a scene on your life

And I only rap out of spite

Loss is the theme of my life

After the steam and the hype, dawg

I'm Arn Anderson