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[00:00.000] 作词 : James Clay Jones III[00:01.000] 作曲 : James Clay Jones III/Nicholas Craven[00:10.581]I still can hear my gaga tellin' me that I need to be home before dinner time[00:14.621]Or the principal callin' my name over the intercom[00:17.393]Weighin' up on my Digimon, I got them yings poppin'[00:20.563]Still can hear my screen swingin' open when my fiend knockin'[00:23.770]Can hear them shots goin' off, whizzin' past my head[00:27.058]Or the sound of the impact when I crashed my sled[00:29.662]Can hear my pops tellin' me he ain't got bail fare[00:32.683]He ain't gon' pay to bury me or push a nigga wheelchair[00:35.761]'Member my sister Ari callin' me a crybaby[00:38.782]No matter what happen to me, I know she got Jamie[00:41.622]Can hear my cousin Smiley screamin', "6 Mile YBS"[00:44.689]Can hear my uncle Keeper tellin' me, "You got it, neph'"[00:47.527]Always runnin' from the police, I had to park the Monte[00:50.761]Can hear them sirens in my ear from like two cars behind me[00:53.652]Can hear that glass shatter right before it hit his temple[00:56.175]Still can hear that old lady screamin' out her kitchen window[00:59.434]Got the most vividest, vaguest of images[01:02.615]On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes[01:05.500]You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it[01:08.535]The gang I'm in you just can't claim without no membership[01:11.115]Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brett[01:14.347]All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence[01:17.374]Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss[01:20.173]Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since[01:24.215]All the crime, never did a stint[01:26.264]Should've went with my first mind, we end up gettin' flicked[01:29.345]Mergin' between them blurred lines with a brick of fent[01:32.504]Remind me of the first time a nigga went to Flint[01:35.075]I still can see them state troops and them speed traps[01:37.627]Stash full of blues, pourin' the juice thick as beeswax[01:41.117]I still remember last thing my nigga Slick told me[01:43.876]Same nigga I feed'll be the same nigga that snitch on me[01:47.085]I can't recall how all this Creature shit had came about[01:49.641]Like, yeah, I broke the law, but that ain't shit to be ashamed about[01:53.269]Miss hearin' Ms. Karen tell me it's never too much[01:56.328]Still feel my skin crawlin' watchin' my granny shoot up[01:59.370]My first Cartis came from off the Boston baked beans[02:02.425]I miss the look on shorty face off the eighteen[02:04.920]Still got one foot in, one foot out, it's like a jab step[02:07.951]Sick I had to watch my nigga Joey take his last breath[02:10.976]Got the most vividest, vaguest of images[02:13.975]On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes[02:16.787]You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it[02:19.982]The gang I'm in you just can't claim without no membership[02:22.454]Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brett[02:25.943]All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence[02:29.003]Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss[02:31.529]Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since[02:34.846]Let's get it[02:37.807]Goin' to school with too much money got my son suspended[02:43.750]Goin' to school with too much money