M.F.T.R.歌词
作词 : Terrence Thornton/Matthew Samuels/Adam Feeney/Terius Nash
作曲 : Terrence Thornton/Matthew Samuels/Adam Feeney/Terius Nash
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy acting like Mitch
“Paid In Full” was more than reading a script
Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter
Filling all standing orders
Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water?
Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance
Yuugh, I’m drug money like Dapper Dan
No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters
We all know I did it; Rodriguez
The illusion of money we don’t believe in
You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius
I’m Kim Jong of the crack song
Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem
Woo, the revolution will be televised
‘Cause we done see all and they telling lies
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy being my *******
It’s only right for a queen to floss your *******t
Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist
The minimums, *******s ain’t synonyms
Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers
Diamond crosses, hang Taka******* portraits
Street millionaires rub shoulders
And laugh at ******* ******* promoters
Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus
What you ******* him for if you didn’t know what the goal was?
*******ne, remote control blinds
That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad
Ahhh, my living room rap scream crack money
I don’t trust rap *******s or rap money
See this air hole tech and get ratttttt from me
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
*******s talking it, but ain’t living it
Two years later admitting it, all them *******s is renting *******t
They ask why I’m still talking ****, why not?
The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà
They say it’s hate, but it’s these well-dressed snakes
That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it
Yuugh, you ain’t know, you got coached through it
Wooo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it
Haaa, the whole time I sold coke through it
*******, and records I was Bo through it
King Push is synonymous with kingpin
Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him
Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard
Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard
You wonder why I’m still here
I’m America’s worst nightmare
Night, night *******
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
作曲 : Terrence Thornton/Matthew Samuels/Adam Feeney/Terius Nash
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy acting like Mitch
“Paid In Full” was more than reading a script
Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter
Filling all standing orders
Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water?
Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance
Yuugh, I’m drug money like Dapper Dan
No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters
We all know I did it; Rodriguez
The illusion of money we don’t believe in
You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius
I’m Kim Jong of the crack song
Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem
Woo, the revolution will be televised
‘Cause we done see all and they telling lies
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy being my *******
It’s only right for a queen to floss your *******t
Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist
The minimums, *******s ain’t synonyms
Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers
Diamond crosses, hang Taka******* portraits
Street millionaires rub shoulders
And laugh at ******* ******* promoters
Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus
What you ******* him for if you didn’t know what the goal was?
*******ne, remote control blinds
That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad
Ahhh, my living room rap scream crack money
I don’t trust rap *******s or rap money
See this air hole tech and get ratttttt from me
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
*******s talking it, but ain’t living it
Two years later admitting it, all them *******s is renting *******t
They ask why I’m still talking ****, why not?
The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà
They say it’s hate, but it’s these well-dressed snakes
That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it
Yuugh, you ain’t know, you got coached through it
Wooo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it
Haaa, the whole time I sold coke through it
*******, and records I was Bo through it
King Push is synonymous with kingpin
Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him
Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard
Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard
You wonder why I’m still here
I’m America’s worst nightmare
Night, night *******
[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these *******s
Creep up on these *******s
Speak up on these *******s
Speak up on a *******
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Walk up in that ******* and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
*******s ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a ******* get religious
Amen!
