Not Much - Hit-Boy/The Alchemist.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Chauncey Hollis Jr/A. Maman/James Clay Jones III
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Chauncey Hollis Jr/A. Maman/James Clay Jones III
[00:00.000]That's not too much to ask, is it?
[00:13.085]Uh
[00:14.445]Allow me to demonstrate
[00:16.681]You pay attention when I shake, I push a line until the pencil break
[00:20.377]Thick bankrolls with expensive taste
[00:23.478]Fendi shades, step on any block, get heavy praise
[00:26.778]Hop off a jet, they pop a cork and let confetti rain (Uh)
[00:30.074]Eatin' well, my lapel got a spaghetti stain (Leave it)
[00:33.405]I leave it as a badge of honor, my body's wrapped in armor
[00:36.440]Nobody this slick in this class or genre (Nobody)
[00:39.485]Mix victory with the trauma
[00:41.225]I'm fly, I'm a stealth bomber, on the ones and twos, I never felt calmer
[00:45.628]Everything I do is organic
[00:47.584]Bustin' out of denims like Bruce Banner and pushin' two-door Phantoms (Slidin')
[00:52.136]Biggest dog like Marmaduke (Woof)
[00:54.108]Large bowl of soup, the way I cut, I might as well have on a barber's suit (Yup)
[00:58.739]I give 'em a taper-up
[01:00.491]Packagin' boxes in the spot with the windows broke and the papers up (I'm on the low)
[01:04.826]Ridin' low, pullin' the scrapers up, slow motion, no maple cup
[01:09.543]I'm a trolley car with the cable stuff, put the foreign up and play the truck
[01:13.718]Then sneak off, fall back in the shadows, and play the tuck
[01:17.335]The man with no face, runnin' a marathon, not a road race
[01:20.741]And lettin' dead dogs sleep like a cold case (Like a cold case)
[01:23.743]I'm in another different whole space
[01:25.773]Snap my fingers in a cloud of smoke and disappear with no trace (I'm out of here)
[01:29.920]Uh
[01:31.020]Significant
[01:35.645](What else?)
[01:42.220]Never mix money with blood, welcome home to Big Hit
[01:45.014]From the land of the scandalous to the zone of the misfits (Gang)
[01:48.222]Evangelists show you how to turn water into Bisquick (Remix)
[01:51.393]This dog I got a stutter, come with fingers like some fish sticks
[01:54.878]Love all my sluts, toes white, fingers French-tipped
[01:57.913]From playin' with that Frenchie same color as some French dip (That's my girlie)
[02:01.193]Pack touched and got intercepted, that's a pick-six (Pick-six)
[02:04.084]I ran off on the plug so many times he on my hit list (On my hit list)
[02:07.910]Shooters with me in the club with them hit sticks
[02:11.004]Double drum on the sub get your shit switched (Grrt)
[02:13.581]Nintendo Switch hold a dub, the Glock a Gen6 (Ayy)
[02:17.146]M6 Bimmer burnin' Cookie, but it's Thin Mint
[02:20.443]Carousel on the sub, you know we spin shit (Uh-huh)
[02:23.194]Grab that yop and cut up a rug for a ten strip
[02:26.066]Was stuck in the hood way longer than I been rich
[02:29.369]The way my niggas got it out the mud, feel like I'm Big K.R.I.T.
[02:32.954]Let's get it (Blockworks)
[02:34.380]That's some Magic type shit
[02:35.280]Now, that's not too much to ask, is it?
[02:36.827]Shout out to Nas
[02:40.612]Yeah, yeah, Hit-Boy
[02:45.453]My verse a smokin' tire, smokin' BFGoodrich
[02:48.384]I popped the hood, you got popped in the hood showin' you hood rich
[02:51.478]Flippin' through this booklet, we was ****ed up in a crowded van
[02:54.852]It sounded bad when I heard the shouts of a drowning man
[02:58.326]Fake love, I sniff it out like a drug dog at the airport
[03:01.698]I move pawns like pieces on a chessboard
[03:04.106]Beast mode with the harness and the leash off
[03:06.346]And you gon' have a hard time acceptin' this ass whoopin' thinkin' we soft
[03:10.252]I tell a bitch her loss on some Drake and 2-1
[03:12.940]And don't be givin' out that uh without savin' me some
[03:16.073]And I hope you can stand the rain 'cause to stand on that season
[03:19.477]I think it's mad, the baddest ones, they be mad for no reason
[03:22.604]I'm disarmin' the system, I pull the plug and snatch the wires out
[03:25.996]My stepdad had a brother runnin' from the feds, hidin' out
[03:29.230]I still remember when he got knocked, been over twenty now
[03:32.648]It was pourin' rain outside, I left my hoodie down
[03:35.491]I won't claim to be a know-it-all, but if I go, I'ma go crazy or I won't go at all
[03:40.765]I'm improvin' myself, done provin' myself
[03:43.876]I seen 'em drive theyself insane strictly out of fear of losin' the belt
[03:47.782]Couldn't be me
[03:50.965]But if it's not too much to ask
[03:54.621]I already feel a little lighter
[03:56.855]Much lighter, five thousand kilograms lighter
[04:12.230]So you know, it really got real to me
[04:14.598]After people respected the first song, it was like okay
[04:18.508]They like this one, now what you got to offer for the next one?