笨小笨Transition (Explicit)歌词由Brian Fresco&GLC&Drey Skonie&Dylan Lloyd演唱，出自专辑《Casanova (Explicit)》，下面是《Transition (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
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Transition (Explicit)-Brian Fresco/GLC/Drey Skonie/Dylan Lloyd
What up
This is g l c
The ism
Speaking this apostle gospel
And this player like vision
Had to get on with my youngin' by the name
Of fresco
Let's go
Blowin' on this motherf**kin' petrol
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's the gas
We always gon' motherf**kin' outlast the
Motherf**kin' feds
Wanna get up with my little homie
Go ahead and pay money
As I rotate through these windy city streets
With my thru player partner by the name of
Brian fresco
And save money
This sh*t is not a mirage
You know what I'm saying
These nay nayer's frauds
Better get on your job yeah
Champagne with the breakfast
Everyday a celebration
Living gold and when I walk in isolation
Vibrations
Got these b**ches eyes' rapin'
Niggas hatin'
Still never say sh*t
Never phase sh*t
If you're trying to shake my hand
'Cause they feel aa ni**a made it
Shouts to double xl where these b**ch he's think I'm famous
And then they give snapchats to me
Shameless
Every row somes titties shakin'
Somebody tell amy that she deserve an oscar
And I got her when I make it
Uh pop a xan calm me down
Sh*t anxiety been gettin' to me
I gota feelin' all these nights gon' rest
Assured my fam comfy
Turn the to hella bands
Turn the youtube mp3 to hella fans
And turn my peers into groupie class
And got my haters pissed
I hope you get the jist
I got a bucket list
It got me livin'lit
I put that on the 6
Say it's been a couple years
We'v been workin'
Wow niggas raw like the hitters
Lights is on us now
Lights on my people watch like
What he on to
What he thinkin'
What he gonna do
He done drop on my
So drop do money
What's next
Proof hope this casanova sh*t you been
Talkin' gon' do the thang for you
Swear you deserve it
Lot of niggas out here reappin' with no purpose
And you sh*t get past the circuit cutting deep
Then I think that you should
Celebrate like the super bowl
Celebrate like the super bowl
Finger super froze
Ring big like the super bowl
Hundred super old
Super bowl parade when I touch down
The city love me
Tell mayor rahm I need a key
Unlock the city
Let my niggas fill they tummies
As the fruits grow the labours shrink
Open mics to sold out shows
Rip to brother Mike
'Cause now we puttin' on 'til they call us home
And when they call us home
Just know the doves cry
Been on the block since service
Seen the whole pie
Momma came in saw me meddlin'
Like called his father
Daddy came home like
Son this how we beat the bottom
And don't encourage you
But if you do
Better serve like you frank luke
Be your own boss
Of your own road
Get your own crew
Never let these niggas contain you
Get your own court
Get your own ball
Sh*t I took that sh*t and ran with it
Now I'm in the club with chance and vic
They poppin' bottles shower models
But the bands different
They swipe their cards out
But why
'Cause the hustle different
That's why I got tunnel vision
'Cause I can't see these niggas
I'm in the fast lane
Stuck in traffic b**chin'
Empty gasoline
I came from building
F**k your block
My house was 20 feet
Ellis park ain't never bred a b**ch
That's why I'm on my feet
I'm still screamin' ida b
Like ain't no condos uo on my own streets
Like I don't think about that fire land
Or when tionda and diamond went missing
Growing pains but I'm still growin'
Still growin' doing things
Goin places but never forget
What the low end made me
Keep me sane
Speak on it player
You know what I'm saying
We gotta understand
This sh*t is real
As you represent the motherf**kin' land
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
This is my man brian fresco
Save money ain't a d**n thing funny
Hopefully you can dig it
Dig it deep enough to find treasures
And realize that we came friom a reckoning
Power of people
Bound by no means beyond motherf**kin' measures
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Sh*t this man speakin' the motherf**kin' truth
His life is the motherf**kin' proof
Sh*t the angle is motherf**kin' obtuse
And sometimes it's a little bit acute
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The hoes choose and these lames out here
Motherf**kin' lose
And you snooze
You lose
This is somethin' for your motherf**kin' mind
Nothin' for these lames to motherf**kin' include
You know what I'm taklin' 'bout
Elevate the mind state
Not the motherf**kin' crime rate
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Sh*t so motherf**kin' serious amongs our
Motherf**kin' peers
Behold my true player partner
By the name of fresco
Because this year is motherf**kin' his
Yeah
And I am the motherf**kin' ism
Preach
Preach
Ism
Ism
