Song: GTA RP on FiveM | Written by Potato | Sung by Suno скачать в хорошем качестве

Song: GTA RP on FiveM | Written by Potato | Sung by Suno

[Intro] "Yo, is he in city? Is he in city?!" "Pull up on ‘em! Pull up on— wait, my game crashed." "Yo, I just spent my mom’s electric bill on a virtual Glock. We up!" Verse 1: Yo, check the clock, it’s 3 AM, you’re back on the block. Boy, you’re suburban and absurd. You grew up in a cul-de-sac, your mama’s yelling at you to shutup. But on the server, you’re a "General" in a fake-ass infantry. In a pixelated whip, thinking you’re hard as a rock. Voice changer on, tryna sound like a menace But let's be honest, you're desk is a mess and dirty clothes on the floor You got "Loyalty" tattooed across your low-poly chest But you’re stuttering on radio comms. Six different keybinds just to lean at hospital wall Waiting for a "scene" while you’re scared to stand tall. Chorus It’s a city of pixels, it’s a city of fakes Where the e-thugs tremble and the hand always shakes. You’re crying 'bout rule breaks, crying in the waiting room In a game built for shooting who are scared in reality. Go touch some grass, leave the server, hit "F8 Quit," Cause the "hardest" in the city is a coward with a script. Verse 2: "Hands up! No gun, no radio!" —yeah, you’re barking "cheater!" But when the iron starts sparking, you lose your grip. You hesitate to pull it, standing frozen in the street Then run to Discord when you’re tasting defeat. "That’s RDM! That’s VDM! Admin, come quick!" Bro, it’s Grand Theft Auto, get off the "fair play" kick. It’s a crime, homie, not a daycare center Don't be shocked when you fail a PC check [Bridge] (Screaming into a cheap mic) "He’s looting my body! He’s looting my body!" "That’s a rule break! I’m clipping! I’m going in the waiting room!" "I spent my whole paycheck on this pixel gun, bro! You can't take it!" Verse 3: You’re throwing up virtual signs while you’re eating Mac and Cheese. Your "gang" is twelve kids all with allergies to deez nuts. You’re mourning a fake gun like it’s cold hard cash Crying over digital bags that were bought and sold. "He loot-boxed me!"—yeah, he took your virtual coke Now you’re typing out a report with incredible speed. Twenty pages of "N-V-L" 'cause you lost your stash? You need a reality check and a whole lot of cash. The sun is outside, the sky is actually blue But you’re trapped in a drama over pixels behind a screen. [Outro] "Yo, did the server restart?" "I need a refund on my virtual car!" "Wait, the server shut down? Where’d my five hundred dollars go?" "Hello? ... Hello?"