8 Figures歌词
作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Dejuane Dunwood/Luis Witkiewitz
作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Dejuane Dunwood/Luis Witkiewitz
Ayy, man, **** all that shit, man, it is what it is, man
From now on I look my demons in the face, nigga, the G way (K.i.D)
Hey, big bro, tell these niggas it's whatever with me (Started)
Tell my pops I said, "What's happenin'?"
Yeah, niggas ain't ****in' with me, nigga
Ain't nothin' you could do with me, nigga
I'm already broken in half, nigga, I'm already empty
Nigga, but at the same time, still full of love
Nigga, my heart still pure
I can't even explain this shit, nigga
It's Kirk, long live G
Let's go
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
**** it, I'm in my feelings
I wanna kill somethin' too, G (Oh, yeah)
Had to call my Dominican boo thing (She)
Call me down, I'm on FaceTime, a movie (Move)
Shot me down on the page, niggas goofy
Knock 'em down, pay for brains like I'm Boosie
Hate that I gave 'em time that I could gave my brother
A shame how they turn 'round and do me
It's a shame how they turn 'round and flip
A shame how this money gon' turn into murder
A shame how they run down and spent 'em
Couple more on my list and we still gotta burn 'em
Shame how I still ain't forget
The nerve of you ungrateful mother****ers who act like I ain't the realest
And to do me like that, but you gon' feel it
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
I was carryin' ungrateful niggas and bitches (I was carryin')
Heard you been tellin' niggas I got up
And left you in the trenches (What? What?)
And it's crazy now, niggas I put on once upon a time on my Hitlist (Brrt)
I done got so ****in' rich it be damagin' my friendships (Woah, hoo, hoo)
Most of these niggas ungrateful, you get some money, they hate you
I try to put you on money but you let this money shit make you
You ain't ever give a nigga twenty thou', went broke
You ain't ever say, "Thank you" (You ain't ever)
That's why I be on angles
You niggas gettin' handouts on the goal line, fumblin'
Still tryna blame me
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Dejuane Dunwood/Luis Witkiewitz
Ayy, man, **** all that shit, man, it is what it is, man
From now on I look my demons in the face, nigga, the G way (K.i.D)
Hey, big bro, tell these niggas it's whatever with me (Started)
Tell my pops I said, "What's happenin'?"
Yeah, niggas ain't ****in' with me, nigga
Ain't nothin' you could do with me, nigga
I'm already broken in half, nigga, I'm already empty
Nigga, but at the same time, still full of love
Nigga, my heart still pure
I can't even explain this shit, nigga
It's Kirk, long live G
Let's go
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
**** it, I'm in my feelings
I wanna kill somethin' too, G (Oh, yeah)
Had to call my Dominican boo thing (She)
Call me down, I'm on FaceTime, a movie (Move)
Shot me down on the page, niggas goofy
Knock 'em down, pay for brains like I'm Boosie
Hate that I gave 'em time that I could gave my brother
A shame how they turn 'round and do me
It's a shame how they turn 'round and flip
A shame how this money gon' turn into murder
A shame how they run down and spent 'em
Couple more on my list and we still gotta burn 'em
Shame how I still ain't forget
The nerve of you ungrateful mother****ers who act like I ain't the realest
And to do me like that, but you gon' feel it
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
I was carryin' ungrateful niggas and bitches (I was carryin')
Heard you been tellin' niggas I got up
And left you in the trenches (What? What?)
And it's crazy now, niggas I put on once upon a time on my Hitlist (Brrt)
I done got so ****in' rich it be damagin' my friendships (Woah, hoo, hoo)
Most of these niggas ungrateful, you get some money, they hate you
I try to put you on money but you let this money shit make you
You ain't ever give a nigga twenty thou', went broke
You ain't ever say, "Thank you" (You ain't ever)
That's why I be on angles
You niggas gettin' handouts on the goal line, fumblin'
Still tryna blame me
Started from the bottom, he a eight-figure nigga (Ah)
Got a cramp in my back, I was carryin' ungrateful bitches and niggas
I got it though, cut the light on
And I see a soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
I'm broken now, ain't believe in this shit
I'll trade anything just to see big brother get up
How you even mean to do this?
