[Intro: The-Dream & Pop Smoke]
So how can I be anything I wanna be
If I die in my dreams?
Yeah
[Intro: The-Dream & Pop Smoke]
So how can I be anything I wanna be
If I die in my dreams?
Yeah
Heard you talkin' on my name
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Rick Ross]
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh)
It's gon' be a manslaughter (Biggest) or homicide (May your name live forever, baby)
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (I felt you, yes)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
So many problems I can kill with just a text
Not many barbers put a razor to my neck
So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects
So when it come to opps, murder I expect
Pop Smoke gunshot, focused on one spot
White glove, dice game, Wilt Chamberlain on the block
The rain man, my stocks is one to watch
Carry a casket, a nigga carry some shots
Bomboclaat niggas in drop tops
I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines
Still keepin' it real, every word and line
Can I freeze the watch? You niggas burnin' time
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Rick Ross]
It's gon' be a manslaughter (Biggest) or homicide (RIP to the real)
If you fuckin' with me (May your name live forever, you hear me?) or one of mines (Lord)
It's gon' be a manslaughter (Huh) or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines
[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
Four-door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps 'til the clip end
Forty carats on my wrist, yeah
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
Four-door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smoking opps 'til the clip end
Forty carats on my wrist, yeah
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines
[Bridge: The-Dream]
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days
I'm missin' you these days
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days
I'm missin' you these days
Funny how the worst shit, happens to the best of them
Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na
Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them
Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na
So how can I be anything (How can I be anything?)
I wanna be (I just wanna be, baby)
If I die (I just wanna be free)
In my dreams? (Oh, oh, oh-woah, ooh woah)
[Outro: The-Dream]
Hey
Just wanna fly free
I just want to be me
I just want to live out all my dreams
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Intro: an Dream Dream & Pop]
Mar sin conas is féidir liom a bheith mar rud ar mhaith liom a bheith
Má fhaigheann mé bás i mo bhrionglóidí?
Yeah
Chuala tú go labhraíonn tú ar mo ainm
[Chorus: Deatach Pop & Rick Ross]
Is dúnorgain nó dúnmharú é an gon
Má tá tú ag fuckin liomsa nó le ceann amháin de mhianaigh (sracadh go dtí an deatach finscéal, uh)
Is dúnorgain é (is mó) nó dúnbhású (is féidir le d'ainm beo go deo, an leanbh)
Má tá tú ag fuckin liomsa nó le ceann de mhianaigh (mhothaigh mé thú, tá)
[Véarsa 1: Rick Ross]
An oiread sin fadhbanna is féidir liom a mharú le téacs amháin
Ní chuireann go leor bearbóirí rásúir ar mo mhuineál
D'ardaigh an oiread sin aithreacha dúinn gan chroí sna 'jects
Mar sin, nuair a thagann sé chun opps, dúnmharú a bheith ag súil liom
Pop deataigh gunshot, dírithe ar aon láthair amháin
Glove Bán, cluiche Dice, Chamberlain Wilt ar an mbloc
Is é an fear báistí, mo stoic ceann le faire
Déan cóifrín, iompraíonn nigga roinnt seatanna
Bomboclaat Niggas i mbarr anuas
Tá mé ag dul chun solais, casfaidh lipéid chuig scrínte
Coinníonn tú go fóill 'Fíor, gach focal agus líne
An féidir liom an faire a reo? Téann tú in am Niggas Burnin
[Chorus: Deatach Pop & Rick Ross]
Is dúnorgain é (is mó) nó dúnbhású (sracadh go dtí an fíor)
Má tá tú ag fuckin 'liomsa (Bealtaine d'ainm beo go deo, cloisfidh tú mé?) Nó ceann de na mianaigh (Tiarna)
Is dúnorgain é (huh) nó dúnbhású
Má tá tú ag fuckin liomsa nó le ceann de mhianaigh
[Verse 2: Smoke Pop]
Hitters ceithre doras sa chúl
Corp mór agus tá sé dubh dubh
Politicin ', nílimid isteach ann
Téann Smokin 'Ops' deireadh na gearrthóg
Daichead carats ar mo wrist, yeah
Mise agus faitíos go lifin '
Mise agus faitíos go lifin '
Hitters ceithre doras sa chúl
Corp mór agus tá sé dubh dubh
Politicin ', nílimid isteach ann
Caitheamh tobac a chaitheamh ar an deireadh gearrthóg
Daichead carats ar mo wrist, yeah
Mise agus faitíos go lifin '
Mise agus faitíos go lifin '
[Chorus: Pop Deataigh]
Is dúnorgain nó dúnmharú é an gon
Má tá tú ag fuckin liomsa nó le ceann de mhianaigh
Is dúnorgain nó dúnmharú é an gon
Má tá tú ag fuckin liomsa nó le ceann de mhianaigh
[Droichead: The-Aisling]
Le mo niggas, déan cinnte go n-íoctar do chuid fiacha
Cinntigh go ndéanfaidh mo chuid páistí go ndéantar do leaba
Agus le mo chailín, tá mé ag missin 'tú na laethanta seo
Tá mé ag Missin 'Tú Na Laethanta seo
Le mo niggas, déan cinnte go n-íoctar do chuid fiacha
Cinntigh go ndéanfaidh mo chuid páistí go ndéantar do leaba
Agus le mo chailín, tá mé ag missin 'tú na laethanta seo
Tá mé ag Missin 'Tú Na Laethanta seo
Greannmhar conas a tharlaíonn an cac is measa, go dtí an chuid is fearr díobh
Ooh, NA, NA-NA, NA, NA-NA
Crazy conas a tharlaíonn an cac is fearr don chuid eile díobh
Ooh, NA, NA-NA, NA, NA-NA
Mar sin, conas is féidir liom rud ar bith a dhéanamh (conas is féidir liom rud ar bith a dhéanamh?)
Ba mhaith liom a bheith (ba mhaith liom a bheith díreach, leanbh)
Má fhaigheann mé bás (ba mhaith liom a bheith saor in aisce)
I mo bhrionglóidí? (Ó, OH, OH-WOAH, OOH WOHAH)
[Outro: The-aisling]
Hey
Ba mhaith liom eitilt saor in aisce
Ba mhaith liom a bheith liomsa
Is mian liom ach mo bhrionglóidí go léir a chaitheamh amach
Ó, ooh-ooh, ó, ooh-woah
Ó, ooh-ooh, ó, ooh-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah