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At Will

G-Eazy

作詞 Gerald Gillum/Matthew Samuels/George Stone III/Elias Sticken/Quentin Miller/Trevor Rich

作曲 Gerald Gillum/Matthew Samuels/George Stone III/Elias Sticken/Quentin Miller/Trevor Rich

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You know Uh If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales Slide on the beat, acknowledge the pen Back in the my bag, I'm at it again Rotate the roster, just tossed out a ten That shit just don't even matter to him Took me a minute to comprehend Shit that I needed, I had within Used to place all of my trust in them I'm never doin' that shit again They get ahead of they self, if you let 'em They get to reachin', that shit is pathetic They couldn't walk in my shoes if I let 'em These size 11's, they fit a lil' different If we have beef, I'ma go 'head and dead it The sweetest revenge is success and forgiveness Married the game, can't trust none of these bitches I keep it two Virgils in all of my lyrics Came in this bitch with exceptional spirit Bulletproof vision, cannot let 'em kill it Real ones acknowledge my shit 'cause they feel it The rest of you want me forgotten and hidden Uh, whoever I fuck's automatically trendin' She wanna F everywhere like it's Fendi The pussy gets killed every time like it's Kenny, ah If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales (Yeah, yeah) If you seen half what I saw, you'll tell (Yeah, yeah) Before it was popular, I had them boxes sent in the mail (Yeah, yeah) I beat the streets, I ain't goin' to jail (I ain't goin' to jail) It was killed or be killed, am I goin' to hell (Am I goin' to hell ) I told the driver, "Ignore that lil' smell" (Yeah) "Just make sure you ain't drivin' too fast while I trail" (Yeah, yeah) We got Wock' right on and straight from Vallejo (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ride through the air, four hours, was here (In four hours, was here) I done been too close to death to be scared (Now I'll never be scared) I get my gun when they come unprepared Money bring shy bitches right out they shell I don't want love, when I fuck (Yeah), I might pay her (Yeah) Quarterback plays, call me Geeski McNair I'm throwin' somethin', could knock down a bird (Could knock down a bird) I don't feel nothin', especially fear (Brr) All of 'em crossed me, I ain't shed a tear (I ain't) My heart is pure, I understand, we ain't similar She can't wait 'til I cum, this Perc' killin' her (Mwah) She a freak, she ask me, could I spit on her (Mwah) She just prayin' that Geeski deliver her (Pray I deliver her) It's so many, I barely remember her (Barely remember her) My role is pivotal, they know I'm rich, don't forget I'm a criminal (Don't forget I'm a criminal) Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (What you talking 'bout Bitch ass niggas) If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales (Whales) If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill Do what I want to do at will King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy Banana boat, brings in the mail I cannot use a regular scale Bring me the one they use for whales, ayy
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