[Intro: Mavi]
Tryna, tryna
Tryna
[Intro: Mavi]
Tryna, tryna
Tryna
[Verse 1: Mavi]
Man, lost my dog in staircase
Took the highest spot on the podium
Ghost niggas prolly smokin' to the thought of knowin' us
They lost a part of growin' up
Smartest, learned I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
Use the clips, ain't used to disrespect, 'cause we carried enough
I promise I buried the grudge, preparing and carrying grub
Larry Hoops, I was lost in the alley
In the air, but now I sunk
I spun to the loss of my grandmama, buried the dunk
Send 'bout a prayer a month, through the above
Niggas moody but they view at the funk
Ain't shit to do, they play with food, they rhyme and Rubik's for fun
But I do what I want, ayy
And I rue what it was later, allude it as such
Confusedly up with paper, I'm shootin' ones with the judges
The same as my brother been with a muzzle, that's from the cradle
So we goin' to the grave with this shit
If we join the second line of ancestors and hand us a drum, loaded, a second time
Somethin' scary 'bout airin' out the shit I compress
The fair game, the fair now, the causes
An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
And all greater conquest that takes our partner to rest
My partner, my partner spawned with a nigga red
I'm all on they neck, 'till my car parks, pardon it, fresh
Smart with a few niggas, sparkin' that large percentages
Was all to the wind, the losses come as often as wins
And impossibly thick
Don't got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I ball with fresh niggas, Lowry had shit lit, it's Christmas
I only know six niggas been lyin', but we ain't gon' mention
Who in the stu' and started sweating', told 'em, "It's the kitchen"
You know the rules, and we know how to shoot the loopholes
Who go boop-a-loop, and my kid, though got the kid
And you gon' juug a boogaloo
I been spittin' to rhyme the answer, not definitive, I just cramped it
I was gifted with words, oh damn, I took my lumps, my bruises, moved
What the fuck are you to do?
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Every time a nigga didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
Harry Potter with the Dub-D's
Magic hands, nigga, what cheese
Had a chance, then it crushed me
We gon' get it by all means
Rest in piece to my rocks, G
Raw fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
I'm seein' red, I'ma charge
You seein' red 'cause you salty
I keep the tears out my mind, reach
I put my fears in a box, like a prayer that you won't read
Spirited Away, the whole thing
Tearin' away, I won't leave
See you starin' into old beefs
Ticket booths, where they told me
Thickest thorns on the roses
Pistons roarin' like I'm Rasheed
Pistons roarin' like I'm Ben Wallace
Pistons roarin' like Chauncey
Billups, somethin', 'cause I been drivin'
Every time a nigga didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
[简介：马维]
Tryna，tryna
Tryna
[诗歌1：马维]
男人，失去了我的狗在楼梯
接过当场最高的领奖台上
鬼黑鬼prolly吸到深深地知道的思想我们
他们失去了慢慢生长起来的一部分
聪明，学会了我必须保持楔形走出坎坷
使用夹子，不使用不尊重，因为我们带去了足够多
我保证我埋了斗气，准备和执行蛴螬
拉里篮球，我在胡同里丢了
在空气中，但现在我沉没
我纺成我的祖母的损失，埋下了扣篮
发送“回合祈祷一个月，通过上述
黑鬼喜怒无常，但他们认为在芬克
不拉屎的事，他们的食物玩，他们韵和魔术的乐趣
但是，我做我想做的，AYY
我后悔什么，后来，暗示它是这样
稀里糊涂了纸，我和法官乱射的人
同样作为哥哥一直用枪口，这是从摇篮
所以我们要去到坟墓这个狗屎
如果我们加入祖先的第二行，递给我们一鼓，加载，第二次
事端可怕‘回合airin’出来我压缩狗屎
公平游戏，现在公平，原因
的臂，腿，臂，腿，以及头
和所有更大的征服这需要我们的合作伙伴休息
我的伙伴，我的合作伙伴催生了黑人红
我都在他们的脖子，“直到我的停车场，原谅它，清新
智能与一些黑鬼，sparkin'那么大的百分比
是到了风，损失来尽可能多胜
而不可能厚
不要找了一份工作，我只成功将球断接个
我的球用新鲜的黑鬼，洛瑞曾狗屎点燃，这是圣诞节
我只知道6个黑鬼被胡扯，但我们是不是gon”提
谁在STU“并开始出汗”，告诉他们，‘这是厨房里的’
你知道规矩，我们知道如何拍摄的漏洞
谁去BOOP-一环，和我的孩子，虽然得到了孩子
你坤” juug一个布加洛舞
我被吐口水韵的答案，而不是决定性的，我只是局促它
我用言语优，哦该死的，我把我的肿块，我的瘀伤，感动
什么他妈的是你做的？
[诗2：厄尔外套]
每当一个黑人并没有发现我
我必须弄清楚我自己的事情
现在，我们在悬崖丢下
哈利·波特与DUB-d的
魔术手，兄弟们，什么奶酪
有机会的话，我粉碎
我们仍然通过各种手段得到它
休息在一块山石我，G
在框中，种子生的水果
放手，那么我的翅膀
我seein'红，我是一个充电
你seein'红“，因为你咸
我把眼泪都出来了我的心，达到
我把我的恐惧在一个盒子，像是在祈祷，你不会读
千寻，整个事情
，撕裂而去，我不会离开
看你盯着到老肉牛
售票处，他们告诉我
玫瑰上的刺最厚
活塞roarin'就像我拉希德
活塞roarin'就像我本 - 华莱士
活塞roarin'像昌西
比卢普斯，事端，因为我已经赶回
每当一个黑人并没有发现我
我必须弄清楚我自己的事情
现在，我们在悬崖丢下