笨小笨Placebo (Clean)歌词由Grip&Royce Da 5’9’’演唱，出自专辑《I Died For This!?》，下面是《Placebo (Clean)》完整版歌词！
Placebo (Clean)歌词完整版
Placebo (Clean) - GRIP/Royce Da 5'9''
Lyrics by：Kyle Clow/Ryan Montgomery/Neal H. Pogue II/Eliot Dubock
Composed by：Kyle Clow/Ryan Montgomery/Neal H. Pogue II/Eliot Dubock
GRIP：
Got a verbal machine gun you never seen one
Yeah yeah
Vocab throw jabs you thought a bee stung you thought your s**t was heat huh
Yeah
The f**k you get that beat from
Go get a refund
Yeah
You gotta reload infinite clips like I got the cheat code
Spittin' a brick like I copped from Chico
You wasn't in the mix you watched through peephole
Starin' out the window witnessin' livin' at a quicker tempo
But ain't no reset this not Nintendo our life was preset
Dark is a defect you got the remote you take your seat yet
You get to see death all over C notes
I ain't no preacher don't be callin' me woke just ain't been sleep yet
This ain't for V necks go get your peacoat I see your feet cold
Just take a deep breath and watch me heat check all of your heroes
They didn't heal you that's just placebo
I'm just a nappy headed negro aka reject
My alter ego get all the respect but if you see bro
Off in the streets bet your a*s would relapse
If you ain't know that he raps like f**k the verses he'll clutch your purses
My stream of income through a streaming service
If you don't listen they gon' deem me worthless so I need every purchase
Yeah
That's why I'm steady workin' I'm a heady person
So I go through dry spells but this s**t feel like a levy burstin'
Yeah
Open the floodgates they knew I was special after that Snub tape
Just thought I'd touch base this is the update
Royce da 5'9"：
COVID constantly code red boundaries how could we
While gossiping culturally grow responsibly
Cops or the ops to be cokeheads cop from me
Them hotels got me a protest consciously
Rolex watch on me feds clockin' me we own less
Property atrocity mo' debt invest stock in the oppressed
Controlling yo' net-profitting
Told y'all 'bout them Jim Crow laws that's more/less prophecy
My bars be trap my car seat's back
Against odds my cards be stacked my Wall Street black
I dreamt all would pay me in health it's degrading to do pilates
Generational wealth n***as say we Illuminati
To be religiously Christian versus dissettlement
Perfect embezzlement b***h we get in worship the devil rich
Melanin vibration indebted to God gracious
They scared of Sanaa Lathan genetic annihilation uh
This ain't what B.I.G. meant when he came and kicked in your door
New whip for n***as that walk look rich for n***as that's poor
You bang for n***as that's soft new chain for n***as that floss
You sin for n***as that's God you win for n***as that's lost all
Them top models come out with the see-through panties
I bleed blue Brandy and Art Basel by the Hebru Brantley's
Yeah I'm entitled to whites so I got Harvard on my app
The ops just be callin' me light then falls into my lap
Them execs suspended your record that'll send you a extra exorcism
So keep your respect we just reap the regrets of nepotism
I'll dollar bill you or check but you got to be specific
I got to keep you in check so you got to be complicit
From A to Z only you can compare with the streets
But only we can keep playing musical chairs with the seats
GRIP：
Yeah and I'm black so I got a target on my back
But where you at
Atlanta Georgia where I started on the map
Was bargainin' for scraps they lethargic I'm bargin' in for racks
The margin is startlin' this who you thought was harder with the raps
What's the argument
Really ain't no guardin' him in fact
I step back let it fly I'm James Harden with the strap
Might just travel wit' it to get a shot off in the clutch
We both paid to be the boss but it ain't cost you as much
And even bosses get touched so keep your head on a swivel
And pray you end up at the top and not dead in the middle
Out-of-towners pull up with diamonds and they bezel and dentals
Think s**t sweet 'til lil' n***as pump lead in your rental ha
Got 'em duckin' shots the juggernaut to stuff you in a f**kin' box
I just checked the mud on top you dug the plot
I tuck the Glock from which the slugs was popped that struck the ops
Who thought this s**t was butterscotch
I'm finna crank this up a notch
