[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] [诗歌1 ：以赛亚拉沙德]

So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me "my nigga" 所以不要叫我黑鬼，除非你叫我“我的兄弟”

I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice 我是一个国王， O.E.是滑倒，跌落我圣杯

Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage 不介意从我的马车缺少保险杠

It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed 这是不好的有色，但我的女人不尴尬

I came to bury you average, you feel slighted 我是来埋葬你的平均，你会觉得被轻视

It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it 这就像她知道，我得到了它，就觉得它

I real life it, I spill vices 我即时的生活，我洒恶习

You will like it, I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest 你会喜欢它，我保证它的颤音vibing ，我是诚实的

Nigga ain't no getting money on that conscious shit 黑鬼是不是没有在有意识的狗屎财路

I'mma just load my gat on some survival shit 我就要只加载我的水道上的一些生存狗屎

And when I hear they got a drought on it 当我听说他们有一个干旱就可以了

I take a month out of rap and I hustle 'til I'm out of it 我带了一个月了说唱和I喧嚣，直到我出来吧

I got that coke flow, that heat rock 我得到了焦炭流动，使热量摇滚

I got that old school, huddle 'til the beat box 我得到了老同学，挤，直到在拍框

Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot 宝贝，我只是挖在你gushy的甜蜜点

I'mma beat that, 'til that mothafuckin' beat drop 我就要打了， “直到那该死的打滴

   

[Hook: SZA] [钩： SZA ]

I got love for my niggas, my killers 我有爱我的黑鬼，我的杀手

My dealers, my trickers, my bros 我的经销商，我trickers ，我的兄弟

I got love for my sisters, my women 我有爱我的姐妹们，我的女人

My bitches, my strippers, my hoes 我的母狗，我跳脱衣舞，我的锄头

   

[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] [诗2：以赛亚书拉沙德]

Hope they don't kill you cause you black today 希望他们不要杀了你，因为你今天黑

They only feel you when you pass away 他们只觉得，当你去世

The eulogy be so moving, we live the scenes of those movies 悼词是如此动人，我们住的那些电影场景

Conflicts in school or dope moving, it's so youthful 在学校或涂料运动的冲突，它是如此的青春

But if you die today, I hope you find some relief 但是，如果你今天死了，我希望你能找到一些救济

In what a great escape, we still dodging from polices 在什么是伟大的逃跑，我们还是从政策躲着

When we make a plate, they be lying, searching in my bucket 当我们把一个板块，他们在说谎，在寻找我的水桶

With the straightest face, it could be eighty eight 用最直的脸，也可能是88

Sometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing us 有时候我在想，为什么我们的杀手，他们为什么杀死我们

I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us 我想我们只能穿烧烤，因为他们烤美国

Or how they feeling us, gotta look real and tough 或者他们是如何感觉我们得看看真正的坚韧

Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff 总得让你的手在车，知道你偷东西

Came a long way from a boat and an auction 从船和拍卖来很长的路要走

Now we got names and a vote, then a coffin 现在，我们得到了名，并进行表决，然后棺材

Ain't shit change but the coast we adopted 不拉屎的变化，但我们采用的海岸

Little black children you can call me that nigga, nigga 小黑儿，你可以叫我黑鬼，黑鬼

   

[Hook] [钩]