Adidas歌词
歌手：Tory Lanez 专辑：The New Toronto 3
作词 : Cooper McGill/Daystar Peterson/Daniel Gonzalez/Sterling Purdy
作曲 : Cooper McGill/Daystar Peterson/Daniel Gonzalez/Sterling Purdy
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Dough stash in my Beamer, I could cash out on Adidas
Should I trap, should I rap, or spend this cash all on a feature?
Them *****s is in the field and they adopted, so I teach
But I gotta spend this cash all on this mother****in' re-up
I'm trying to be a leader, but shit, I'm fallin' in my past
The trap callin' for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash
Front a ***** one and I can press it, I can stretch that ***** to half
A lot of shit a ***** never had, a ***** tryna grab
And R.I.P. my ***** Black, 'cause they chopped him into pieces
He was tryna duck polices, I was tryna duck the Reaper
I was on the block, hustlin', just tryna stuff the reefer
In the pocket with the nina, shit, I'm poppin' with the heater
If I need to, I'm in the kitchen bakin' like Anita
Tryna freak it like Adina, sell a sneaker to a beaner
I was younger, but ****in' up the re-up, coppin' sneakers
'Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up, I got beat up
On them corners, but I came back
Trap back jumpin', had it poppin' on the same track
Lil' mama thuggin', got my name as her face tat
She just gotta face facts
It's some real *****s in this shit, you can't replace that
Same block, same strap, shoot a ***** face back
Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap
****ed the K back, was blowin' blades where his braids at
****ed the K back, had so much pain, so I stained that
Mama cried tears but did biz throughout the years
I had a couple *****s die, and I'm just wishin' you was here
But shit is clear, I'm ridin' with my pistol like a Piston
Through the fear, and let them *****s know I'm here
I promise when I die, they celebrate me like I'm 'Pac
It'll be because I reached my goal, not 'cause I sold this rock
Any ***** that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon' get shot
Up, finna die, and I got *****s that's still down to knock your top
I put this on my baby, this "being broke" shit done drove me crazy
All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze
My number one question now is, "Lord, am I gon' make it?"
'Cause it's times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement
I try to work a nine-to-five, but I can't wait for payment
Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feelin' so complacent
But I look at that road, and it's like my goals is so adjacent
The devil on my shoulder's gettin' colder in this ba*****t
I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right
To the world, they look scary, but I knew these *****s all my life
And now my little *****s scammin', he tryna cop it off a swipe
I remember different nights, duckin' cops and runnin' flights
Of stairs, *****s gettin' scared, but ***** boy, that ain't my type
I threw it up with *****s past my weight and twice my height
Ever sat up in that dark place, just tryna find a light?
I can't even trust myself, my left hand don't know my right
I can put this on my dead mama
********* sales done bought this Ferragamo
Out of state licks, done got to flex some Moncler on 'em
*****, I'm all smiles like the logo of the Maricama
*****s can't stop me, now they fearin' on me
Only thing I fear is God, I can never fear the odds
Eric committin' a suicide, the only time you seen the tears fall
Shoutout my ***** Nessy, in the city, they tried to clear him off
Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma's
I been in them shootouts in the parkin' lots and standoff
Real plugs where I'm from, no *****s never ranned off
Give it to my lil' *****, pass it by the hand off
Had to sell him game, you gotta pass it, put your man on
[Outro]
Even if I
Even if I do get it
And I might not try it
'Cause I was born broke but I'ma die rich
Even if I
If I never get it
I'll still have this **** stash when I blow past
Sell it slow like it's winter in the forecast
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
Said, I gotta make it
And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it, whoa
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
If they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it
作曲 : Cooper McGill/Daystar Peterson/Daniel Gonzalez/Sterling Purdy
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Dough stash in my Beamer, I could cash out on Adidas
Should I trap, should I rap, or spend this cash all on a feature?
Them *****s is in the field and they adopted, so I teach
But I gotta spend this cash all on this mother****in' re-up
I'm trying to be a leader, but shit, I'm fallin' in my past
The trap callin' for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash
Front a ***** one and I can press it, I can stretch that ***** to half
A lot of shit a ***** never had, a ***** tryna grab
And R.I.P. my ***** Black, 'cause they chopped him into pieces
He was tryna duck polices, I was tryna duck the Reaper
I was on the block, hustlin', just tryna stuff the reefer
In the pocket with the nina, shit, I'm poppin' with the heater
If I need to, I'm in the kitchen bakin' like Anita
Tryna freak it like Adina, sell a sneaker to a beaner
I was younger, but ****in' up the re-up, coppin' sneakers
'Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up, I got beat up
On them corners, but I came back
Trap back jumpin', had it poppin' on the same track
Lil' mama thuggin', got my name as her face tat
She just gotta face facts
It's some real *****s in this shit, you can't replace that
Same block, same strap, shoot a ***** face back
Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap
****ed the K back, was blowin' blades where his braids at
****ed the K back, had so much pain, so I stained that
Mama cried tears but did biz throughout the years
I had a couple *****s die, and I'm just wishin' you was here
But shit is clear, I'm ridin' with my pistol like a Piston
Through the fear, and let them *****s know I'm here
I promise when I die, they celebrate me like I'm 'Pac
It'll be because I reached my goal, not 'cause I sold this rock
Any ***** that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon' get shot
Up, finna die, and I got *****s that's still down to knock your top
I put this on my baby, this "being broke" shit done drove me crazy
All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze
My number one question now is, "Lord, am I gon' make it?"
'Cause it's times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement
I try to work a nine-to-five, but I can't wait for payment
Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feelin' so complacent
But I look at that road, and it's like my goals is so adjacent
The devil on my shoulder's gettin' colder in this ba*****t
I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right
To the world, they look scary, but I knew these *****s all my life
And now my little *****s scammin', he tryna cop it off a swipe
I remember different nights, duckin' cops and runnin' flights
Of stairs, *****s gettin' scared, but ***** boy, that ain't my type
I threw it up with *****s past my weight and twice my height
Ever sat up in that dark place, just tryna find a light?
I can't even trust myself, my left hand don't know my right
I can put this on my dead mama
********* sales done bought this Ferragamo
Out of state licks, done got to flex some Moncler on 'em
*****, I'm all smiles like the logo of the Maricama
*****s can't stop me, now they fearin' on me
Only thing I fear is God, I can never fear the odds
Eric committin' a suicide, the only time you seen the tears fall
Shoutout my ***** Nessy, in the city, they tried to clear him off
Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma's
I been in them shootouts in the parkin' lots and standoff
Real plugs where I'm from, no *****s never ranned off
Give it to my lil' *****, pass it by the hand off
Had to sell him game, you gotta pass it, put your man on
[Outro]
Even if I
Even if I do get it
And I might not try it
'Cause I was born broke but I'ma die rich
Even if I
If I never get it
I'll still have this **** stash when I blow past
Sell it slow like it's winter in the forecast
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
Said, I gotta make it
And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it, whoa
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
If they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it
