88 - 莊淇文29 & 梧彤Vickie

Yeah So it's on me So it's on me So it's on me I copped threes for the whole team So it's on me I copped threes for the whole team Now we at the top MJ, 88, and I ain't ever gonna stop Carolina blue kicks Hottest nigga on your block I ain't J.R. Rider but them wolves coming for my spot From the percentage of youngins winning without no college I'm in my Laneys but nothing JV about this balling I lost my deal, got with Will he seen a nigga genius My rapping skills is on Chapel Hill but you ain't see it Eyes low, pyro Grape swisher, my 5's on My opposition decline slow My J's straight out of China like they be Cairo Shout out to Tyga but my squad Balenciaga One of the rarest in flyest niggas to rep the chocolate It was all a dream, it was all a dream Never Michael Jeffrey in 17s, I'm staying with my team No bullshit loyalty rare And don't worry 'bout it shawty we here So it's on me! I copped threes for the whole team Now we at the top MJ, '88, and I ain't ever coming down Work So it's on me I copped threes for the whole team Now we at the top MJ, '88 and I ain't ever comin down Work And the people say And the people say Groupies everywhere, I'm mentally prepared I got a black and red joint, I bet they thinking bred They tryna see me fail Just know my thinking and my sneakers rare Get that Chi-Town love, I'm in Leaders gear Bet they got they pom-poms up Soon as I see O'Hare Seven I make a damn movie fooly I been the dookie These rappers is Sam Bowie to me I was a Bowie student It wasn't really nothing That's why I kicked it and blew grass like Boise punter This is no Space Jam I'm out the globe stunting I'm a one man band, I prolly Jordan 1 em And all my singles golden I will not forfeit, this my defining moment you know Seven Eleven, yea I got 'em open Eleven pair of 7s, they touching my rap touring It was all a dream, it was all a dream And when I'm 45, do it like I'm 23 And premature, tell me I'm wrong if a nigga swing I feel it jack I was just waiting 'til the sixth ring So it's on me! I copped threes for the whole team Now we at the top MJ, '88, and I ain't ever coming down Work So it's on me I copped threes for the whole team Now we at the top MJ, '88 and I ain't ever comin down Work And the people say And the people say

Wait How long would you wait Just for me to call I know you make mistakes yeah, but I hope some day you have it all 'Cause I feel like a prisoner Trapped inside this broken world While I'm playing the victim again, running in circles To me it's all the same And though nothing's gonna change, still I hope someday you have it all Take this aggravation that I've thrown myself into Change this situation just 'cause I need something new And still I feel like a prisoner Trapped inside this broken world While I'm playing the victim again, running in circles To me it's all the same And though nothing's gonna change, still I hope someday you have it all I hope someday you have it all If we could all depend on what we know If you could understand I'm losing control That I'm losing control That I'm losing control That I'm losing control

K. Swisha 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat) 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck, Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat) Ooh, you think that you stylish but nobody styling me (Skrt skrt) You think that you stylish but nobody styling me (Hey) We smoke exotic, okay tell nobody Yeah I got a room while yo' ass in the lobby You know where to find me, you still be in high, please Used to be in Follies, now I need a ten piece Louis V don't tempt me, smoke it 'til it's empty Push that pedal like ten speed, Road Runner meet me Really tryna clap them cheat sheets, first class going up You know that she glowing up, tell that lil' bih hold up You know my money don't fold, satellite, I'm going up Cashew I'm going nut, bad bih on the bus You see how my life lining up, uh (Ooh) Now I got enough, uh (Ooh) All my diamonds bust (Ooh) I got bread like crust (Ooh) 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat) 1988, retro hypebeast (Uh-huh) Bitch I'm high as fuck Man I can't even roll my weed (Skrt skrt) Never gave a fuck, CDG my Nikes (Sauce) Big ass blunt, can you roll my Backwood please (Gat, gat, gat)