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the waitress

A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress And she treats me like some type of common vagrant I see her every day, but there's nothing to say Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe I only get to sit if I buy something to eat Otherwise it's best to keep my feet moving down that street And god damn she's a hard bitch Talks at me like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers You ain't got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work It doesn't have to be a game of patty cake But it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway And by the way, I can see it in your eyes You're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight I bet you hate every man that you date And you're probably addicted to all types of escape You take it out on me that you're all alone When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones Watch the tone when you speak to old folks I'm grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily If you and I can't co-exist, let's fake it 'Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship I'm waiting for a city bus to flatten me And transport me to the ever after happily Maybe reincarnated with luck Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup She said she's had it up to here She's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath I give her stress for the reaction that it gets I got a pocket full of panhandled money On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun In front of everyone she calls me bum But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come So here I am, thorn in her hip Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips Ignoring the insults and evil eyes I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she'll realize That she's the only reason I visit The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence And if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it Because I'm getting old and I ain't got much left to give it So there it is and I have to live with it I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn't In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water Thinking: "Damn, I should've been a better father to my daughter"

hurricane

Seasons changing, summer starts to leave Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring 80 degrees, warmin' up for me I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave Open my eyes and see We will float over water, leaning into shore As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure Lift up the child, I know we will I chose not to be a slave Dropped the Wave Runners, now we run the wave Like we ain't have all the hood rats and mud rats Like you ain't had 'em, good stats and all that Nobody gon' ruin me I just called my wife up, let's get Hoover free I put all my ice up and my Louis V I just copped my momma crib, I'm back over East Let me get your ear like Holyfield From the home of Soldier Field Coming home, that’s how a soldier feels All that killing over, that's just overkill Yeezy back in the Chi, this that Oprah feel Seasons changing, summer starts to leave Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring 80 degrees, warmin' up for me I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave Open my eyes and see We will float over water, leaning into shore As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure Lift up the child, I know we will Seasons changing, summer starts to leave Autumn falls on me, fall, winter, and spring 80 degrees, warmin' up for me I fell deep, sun ain't have to leave Open my eyes and see We will float over water, leaning into shore As we make our nirvana, sacred, so pure Lift up the child, I know we will

love sosa

Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop "Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them He, he, they say that nigga don't be putting in no work” Shut the fuck up! Y'all niggas ain’t know shit! All ya motherfuckers talk about... “Chief Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake” Shut the fuck up! Y'all don't real with that nigga! Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet Shootin' at the police and shit Nigga been on probation since, fuckin', I don't know when! Motherfucka, stop fuckin' playin' him like that Them niggas savages out there! If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef I'm fucking beating they ass! I'm not fucking playing no more! Y'know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them (Young Chop on the beat) These bitches love Sosa O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys You gon' get fucked over Raris and Rovers These hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra Now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa You boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy Your clique full of broke boys God y'all some broke boys God y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys We got lots of dough boy These bitches love Sosa And they love them Glo' Boys Know we from the 'Go boy But we cannot go boy No I don't know ol' boy I know he's a broke boy Raris and Rovers Convertible Lambos boy You know I got bands boy And it's in my pants boy Disrespect them O Boys You won't speak again boy Don't think that I'm playin' boy No we don't use hands boy No we don't do friends boy Collect bands I'm a landlord I gets lotsa commas I can fuck yo mama I ain't with the drama You can meet my llama Ridin' with 3hunna With 300 foreigns These bitches see Chief Sosa I swear to god, they all honored These bitches love Sosa O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys You gon' get fucked over Raris and Rovers These hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra Now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa You boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy Your clique full of broke boys God y'all some broke boys God y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys We got lots of dough, boy Don't make me call D. Rose boy He six double-O boy And he keep that pole boy You gon' get fucked over Bitch, I done sell soda And I done sell coca She gon' clap for Sosa He gon' clap for Sosa They do it for Sosa Them hoes, they do it for Sosa Tadoe off the molly water So nigga be cool like water 'Fore you get hit with this lava Bitch I'm the trending topic Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B And yo bitch steady jockin' me These bitches love Sosa O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys You gon' get fucked over Raris and Rovers These hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra Now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa You boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy Your clique full of broke boys God y'all some broke boys God y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys We got lots of dough boy

here comes revenge

Little grave I'm grieving, I will mend you Sweet revenge I'm dreaming, I will end you I've been here since dawn of time Countless hatreds built my shrine I was born in anger's flame He was Abel, I was Cain I am here I'm hell unbound Burn your kingdom to the ground To the ground Here comes revenge, just for you Revenge, you can't undo Revenge, it's killing me Revenge, set me free Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth A life for a life, it's my burden of proof Revenge, just for you Revenge You ask forgiveness, I give you sweet revenge I return this nightmare, I will find you Sleepless, cloaked in despair, I'm behind you Man has made me oh so strong Blurring lines of right and wrong Far too late for frail amends Now it's come to sweet revenge Desperate hands That lose control Have no mercy on your soul On your soul Here comes revenge, just for you Revenge, you can't undo Revenge, is killing me Revenge, set me free Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth A life for a life, it's my burden of proof Revenge, just for you Revenge You ask forgiveness, I give you sweet revenge Here comes revenge, just for you Revenge, you can't undo Revenge, is killing me Revenge, set me free Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth A life for a life, it's my burden of proof Revenge, just for you Revenge You ask forgiveness, I give you sweet revenge Sweet revenge

nasty

Diamond Cartier, got a blang on my fist Lighter in my hand, colored strain in my swish Niggas be like "damn, boy you get it and you flex" I just be like "nah, I just get it how I live" (Ah yeah, yeah) Pull up real fast, on my curb (SKKRT) 0 to 100 when I swang and I swerve See them niggas hate But they never say a word If I play her to the left Bet I make her wanna flirt (oh yeah, yeah) You know just how to move that little derrière Slim thick, gon' throw it to me like a hail mary Hell yeah, I love it when you nasty And staring at that ass whenever you pass me Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty Yeah I like you when you nasty Like some of my girls ghetto and classy Hit you from the back in back of the backseat Hydraulics how we tippin' the wagon (Aw yeah) I'm with a freak in the sheets Big booty, tip drill like the Jam of The Week She always wanna ride til she fallin' asleep 808 pounding it like I'm makin' a beat (Ooh) So I swear I can't control when I hit it Whip it cake batter in the bowl how I lick it Like cheerleader on the pole when she split it If she throw that ass I'ma throw that ass some digits (yeah yeah oh yeah) Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I see you on the sideline, workin' on your game I could put you in the zone, I could help you make a play It's something 'bout that champagne get you in a state LA attitude and Atlanta in the waist, (aww nah nah) Don't waste nothin' in yo' cup Class just started and we movin' to the sub It's a movie, check IMDb for the cast I talk with my money and you talkin' out your ass Blah, blah, blah Said you could tell them other bitches bye-bye Lemme get you city high, brown eyes, 5'5" 5'7" in them heels, go on get them thangs on Freak of the week, we all singing the same song Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty Ass a shake up so you like when me twerk it I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty Ass a shake up so you like when me twerk it I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty Ass a shake up I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty Ass a shake (ooooooooooh) Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Ooooooooo Oooooooo I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty I like you when you nasty

guardian angel

Llew os uoy wonk I —ytterp neeb ev'I Nac eh naht retteb od nac I, naem I Lrig, uoy wonk I, llew os uoy wonk I Llew, llew, llew Oh, oh, don't take my heart Bmun os m'I, emas eht leef t'nod I dna No dloh ot tsuj niap 'nileef eb ll'I, niap 'nileef eb ll'I Oh, oh, don't break my heart Bmun os m'I, emas eht leef t'nod I dna Yeah No dloh ot tsuj niap 'nileef eb ll'I, niap 'nileef eb ll'I Listen close, what is this? Is it heartbreak? Is it truly what it feels like? What it sound like? What is truly at the essence? Sharp teeth in the chest Cancer all in the breast Of the beaten and bruised Feelin' like a pawn to the greed of these fools But I never been a piece of the evil In the womb of these fake fuck niggas With they masks up, presume I'll be telling, if I got a load, I swear I resume On my conquest For the key to the chest where my mind slept And the love in my heart is a cancer And I spread it through the wall as an answer To the cries of the dead and the vanquished The depressed and the lost and the damned, it's Preservation of the peace, an ideal world Never lonely when you flowin' through my mind, girl I apologize, 'cause I couldn't see the pain in your damn eyes 'Cause a nigga made you leave with your heart in between different pains Couldn't see ya when ya ain't cry I guess I'm at a loss for words To feel so close to someone, and for them to be gone the next day I guess you never realize how permanently damaging that is

iv sweatpants

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked (Yeah?) Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok (Yeah?) Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she askin' “Why you say that?!” I'm chillin' (Yeah), real nigga feelin' Rich kid, asshole paint me as a villain (Ma!) Still spitting that cash flow, DJ Khaled I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance Real nigga, I rep those Why though? 'Cause I said so Hip deep in that Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds I got more tail than that PetCo (What) You faker than some Sweet'N Low (Why?) Yeah, you got some silverware But really are you eating though? (Yeah) Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even know Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O? Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano My architect know Japanese (Yeah?) Your girl, she jockin' these (Yeah?) No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates You niggas ain't coppin' these, niggas ain't lookin' like me (Nah) Nah, I ain't checkin' I.D. (Nah), but I bounce 'em with no problem Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain What? Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!) Different color, my passport Instagram my stack load Hashtag my day wear, and your girl drank my day care And I'm born rich, life ain't fair, it's silver spoon coon, ho Ain't nobody sicker in my Fisker, “vroom-vroom,” ho Ain't nobody— (Fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know) Top of the holy totem Ri-ri-ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma Year off, got no rules, trippin' off of them toadstools More green than my Whole Foods And I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum Got a glass house in the Palisades, that A-K-A White hood, white hood, O-KKK Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA Show Maserati, you whippin' a Kia Spendin' this money, it's longer than Nia Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia Wakin' up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her “Err-eh-err-eh,” onomatopoeia Ohh, I got my cool on! (Tailor-made!) I'm winnin' so they had to dump the Gatorade (Gatorade) And I don't give a fuck about my family name What? Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)

murder ink

When darkness be closin' in I motivate, with the howlin' wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin' that your end is beginnin', swift silent and deadly There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch Could've got you at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed spot But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough I didn't want people gathering and stuff ​ Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff Here - puff a cig, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK Twist on the silencer, insert the 30 shot mag ​ Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet This is anybody (Murderer) To fuckin everybody (Murderer) Nigga all y'all (Murderer) Uh, uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed This is anybody (Murderer) Motherfuckin everybody (Murderer) Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer) Uh, uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough Lurkin through the turf, thinkin' how much it's worth Give 'em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face Murder is the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake The fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops! Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper Who'd've thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper Detrimental to your health, should've learned yo' lesson But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin A thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast Thug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last? Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know That his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with po'-po' I'm a motherfuckin (Murderer) Bitch this is anybody (Murderer) Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer) Uh, uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed I'm a motherfuckin (Murderer) Uhh bitch this is anybody (Murderer) Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer) Uh, uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed!

terrordome

Picture yourself in a padded room Welcome to my terror dome Picture yourself in a padded room Welcome to my terror dome Figured you'd had enough of being alone Figured you call me Glinda, ya good witch ...Sensei, Ya good bitch I'll be there Call me when ya ready Uhhhhh I'll be ya good witch call me Uhhhhh I'll save ya if I can call me Not frightened after you trust your own thoughts Catch the delirium, contagious I think I owe you more I feel I show you more You're my eight packs of soft Savor like a now or later Mmm I think about you now or later I'll be your savior, call me Catch you if i can, call me Feel I've gone far Tell me where to go from here Little girl, Lost boy That's how I feel Sail me away Picture yourself (beat change) Just picture yourself Picture yourself Picture yourself Picture yourself in a candy land I wanna go there, alone All of the morphine you can stand Padded rooms Picture yourself Picture yourself

pedal to the metal

Cool Blue Ice Things never looked this nice It's the life we live, it's the price we pay 400 a zip, imperial rose Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless Vow to never break your heart or a promise I got us Ain't a show off, just being honest You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars Other bitches you heard about em But you're moving forward and never backwards Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice Love to role play, you studying to be an actress What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through Maybe we can all get faded And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it Self made G, millionaire in the making Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement Face it Now you drunk and your heart's racin Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle Girl you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah The money come in, the money go The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes So I keep it G, continually stack this paper While all them bitches chase me Won't be a net for your safety Bitch can't hold her self down Then she bound to drizzown We party in Vegas, Smokin' Pina Colada papers Travel the world, people know what our face is Waitress, bringin' 'em by the cases For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix I'm talkin' plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit Can probably make you leave your man For first class living, taking pictures in the sand 100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan So you rollin' if you know like I know Them niggas don't go where I go Gangsta Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle Girl you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah (Verse 3) Ok Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you No respect to niggas who smoke blunts wit you All wins, no loss Big house, mowed lawn No lease, owned cars Straight work, I'm my own boss Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle Girl you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah

ill mind of hopsin 3

They tell me that my vibe is too dark, my eyes are too harsh That's all I ever hear when I rhyme a few bars I kinda live a rapper's life, shit, minus two cars And free girls to fuck 'Cause where I'm from the hynas do charge My label hyped me up And told me I had about twelve hits—they lied 'Cause when my fuckin' album dropped, I didn't sell shit Well, bitch, you tried to fuck my life up? You nailed it! 'Cause you didn't promote my record And I don't know who the hell did You shoulda hired Tanner Guinn, yup, Hop is mad again Just enough to leave your little skull frame hammered in See, this is what happens when I take that little magic pen And get to scribblin' psychotic lines worth some damagin' I hate to tell you, but you are crazy You were born as a retard baby And when I come around, you start shaking 'Cause you're a bitch who dates hard ladies With big beards who say, "Arr, matey!" Yo, Pillow Man the alias Hopsin has been the signature I'm far from similar to you niggas whose flow is minature You'll be diminished for crossin' limits on my perimeter I'm not a gimmick, I'm a committed, demented, sinister It's Funk Volume, now what? If you thinkin' that rap's officially dead, you haven't found us We built the movement from the ground up, your sound sucks Until now we let you slide, but you're now fucked It's just reality, you posers done been wack I hold it down like my boner in gym class And fuck Wayne! Man, I'm doper than his ass Him, Nicki, and Drake can get thrown over a cliff fast You got cash? Big whoop-dee-fuckin'-doo! If I had a knife right now, it would be stuck in you Yo, you ain't gonna like this corner that you pushed me up into 'Cause all you rap about's how you beat the pussy up and ooze Fuck your fast car, your cheap singin' You keep sayin' the same shit, while T-Painin' And we bangin' simply because it's all we hear Man, look at all these queers The shit is so watered-down I developed soggy ears Kill me! Shit, I'm waitin' to die, bitches I hate on all you rappers who made it, 'cause I didn't And I admit it, man, I ain't gon' bullshit y'all As long as you walkin' away sayin' that fool spits raw Yo, I'm from the West, I throw up the W and I stay hot But still ain't mentioned With Nipsey Hu$$le, Glasses, or Jay Rock What I gotta do, dig 'Pac up out of his grave spot And wear his face as a mask to my next show to create props? People always ask why do I sound mad 'Cause I ain't got a girlfriend with a round ass And all my fuckin' dinners come in a brown bag How sad! I need a crossroad to get found at Most rappers be in a six-four I prefer a big horse, lit torch, and a pitchfork While you out late workin' your shift when the kids snore I'm fuckin' your wife while the bitch snorts Wearin' swim shorts I got a message on Facebook from some lame guy And he was like, "Hopsin, dude! I fucking HATE life! I wanna rap, but I have stage fright, and I can barely write And I never make music that the babes like! And when I come home from school, I wait 'til late night And bump your music really super-loud And paint my face white For real, bro, if you just help me, dude I swear to God, I'll do anything you tell me to!" Whoa, don't hit me up tryna suck my dick! 'Cause I'm a guy, and I would rather fuck five chicks With some plump nice tits and the butt size thick So I can hit the G-spot that only tough guys hit So if you hear a rumor that I rape mics, it's true When I drop RAW, that will be the day I get sued Damon Elliot, I might as well just say bye to you Fuck the industry! Go out and get Haywire too!

ryder music

Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back and cruise Here's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweet I pour my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my Teflon on, and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown niggas In the race for the cheese I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker went in stores, Reebok stock soared I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas could tell The East coast crib the size of a small hotel The shit journalists write about me leave me confused Have me feelin' like the heavyweight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm homophobic, shit Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth TNT around, I can still make blow move This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go Last year I woke up with good luck, damn it feels good On the low, I done fucked like half of Hollywood Had yo favorite actress, from yo favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it goes And my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit, this is When Doves Cry This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly Homie this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made They make you wanna run across they head with a switchblade They point the finger at me, sayin I'm bugged My flow's crack, you listen, your fuckin' brain's on drugs Look ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on a TEC Fool trippin' threw a set, you can get yo ass wet Cards messin' up my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid yo ass better come correct This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins (uh-huh), I'm still thuggin' Cruisin', rims gleamin' like the stones on my wrist Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch Stupid, chase the paper they come with the shit I'm fallin', in love with success Entrepreneur, connoisseur, I maneuver the best Rollin', Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunner have your homies burnin', rest in peace candles As wise men speak I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born, my nigga the world turns Rappers I make 'em sick, when I say I'm the shit They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid In '99, I had a vision and made a decision Bein' broke is against my religion Now I'm caked up - what? This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go

d is for dangerous

He knew what he wanted to say But he didn't know how to word it The dirty little Herbert was seeking an escape But the place was well-guarded The guiltiness that started Soon as the other part had stopped D is for delightful And try and keep your trousers on I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for desperately trying to simulate What it was that was alright Three quarters of an hour ago That had led him to be in a position On every compromission And every other episode He's nearing the brink but he thinks first A parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene He's nearing the brink but he thinks first A parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene He's nearing the brink but he thinks first A parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene He's nearing the brink but he thinks first A parallel—I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for delightful And try and keep your trousers on You should know you're his favourite worst nightmare

the neighborhood

Thousand lives ago, we were young and we didn't know We were trading our crowns for our souls Made the sacrifice, headed back to the light But be careful don't drown in the gold I know it glows but it's cold I'm from the other side of town, out of bounds To anybody who don't live around I never learned to share or how to care I never had no teachings about being fair Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones? And Four CHs, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces The concrete matrix, street organizations They gave violations, hood public relations It was the basics to get big faces Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces The hustlers was the taste makers and trend setters They the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don't get us The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci A bad ho to bee-bee-bee do me, you heard of Flukey Stokes, it was folks and coke and dope Fiends choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope Rare jewels of a generation Diamonds, blinding us of real shit we facin' Forties wasted on 'ceased, Dion makin' the beats When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat I could break it down like whatever you need He squinted his face and rolled the weed You know they don't see sometimes that in the neighborhood, it's the exact same thing. It's the same thing over and over again. Feel me? Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred? Folly boy, O block, eastside Where it ain't no conversation they just let them heats ride Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'? Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign I've been out there three days and I got shot at three times Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper Where I come from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', granny raised us No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's real shit Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm still with Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit Homie take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel shit I came from a place where it's basic but you won't make it Feds buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean You ain't never seen the shit that I seen Coming inbound, forty six minutes from 355. Jim Bryant's twenty eight out, thirty two in. Lake Shore Drive's heavy south. North Avenue to Chicago, jammed north through Grant Park. Tri State heavy south gulf to the Bensenville Bridge and St. Charles to the Stevenson Ramp. Get traffic and weather together on the 8's every ten minutes on News Radio, 780 and 105.9 F.M

no promises

Cutting me up like a knife and I feel it, deep in my bones Kicking a habit I love even harder You oughta know I just wanna dive in the water, with you Baby, we can't see the bottom It's so easy to fall for each other I'm just hoping we catch one another (Another, another) Oh na na, just be careful, na na Love ain't simple, na na Promise me no promises Oh na na, just be careful, na na Love ain't simple, na na Promise me no promises Baby, I think about you And I feel it, deep in my heart (Deep in my heart) Maybe we just ain't meant to be something Maybe we are, ooh? I just wanna dive in the water, with you Baby, we can't see the bottom It's so easy to fall for each other I'm just hoping we catch one another Oh na na, just be careful, na na Love ain't simple, na na Promise me no promises Oh na na, just be careful, na na Love ain't simple, na na Promise me no promises, oh I just wanna dive in the water Oh baby, we can't see the bottom I just want to dive in with you I just want to lie here with you, oh Oh na na, just be careful, na na Love ain't simple, na na Promise me no promises (Promise me) Oh na na, just be careful, na na Love ain't simple, na na Promise me no promises, no Promise me no promises Don't you promise me nothing Promise me, me, me, me Just be careful Promise me no promises

turn me away get munny

What'sa matter, is he drunk? (I ain't said nothin') Yeah, he drunk Get munny Get munny Get munny (gone) Get munny Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Oooh can't lie to you honey I just want ya money Hi, I'm Sunny Bunny Don't, run from me tryin to Get away, just, say, o-kay Cause munny I want you bad, la-la, la-la I, look like a model I'll, do what I gotta To, stay in the runnin Cause, I want you, munny Gimme some, I'll, be, the, one backstage Cause munny I want you bad, la-la, la-la Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay I'll, wait on your doorstep 'til, you let me come in Hey, I'll be your best friend Say, munny, can you come out and play? I'll, stay, or, I'll come back Cause munny I want you bad, la-la, la-la Fresher than the others I'll, cook like your mother I, I'll bring the honey You, just bring the money Fingers crossed behind, my, back Cause munny I want you bad, la-la, la-la Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay This, love is chemical Electic particle Down, to the minimal Tickle tickle, ego stroke I, love your follicles I, know you've heard it all You, know that I am skilled In just, how you want to feel Ooh! Uh-oh! Dropped your knot Scoop it up, put it in my sock (uh) I'll, be your robot girl Come, in to meet my world (I want you bad), boy lemme drive your car I am a predator, hey Cause munny I want you bad, la-la, la-la Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Can't turn me away (get munny) I believe, in your heart, I'll always want to stay Way-oh, thank you (Um, cause I ain't saying I'm a gold digger) (Uhh, do you have that number to that other bass player?) (Well, I ain't messin' with the broke, broke) (three-fo'-five-five-one-two-two-two-two -seven-eight-nine-nine-eleven-twelve-twelve-twelve) (That was pretty, y'all was right)

piru

Lord, what we got is real (Yup, this all blassick) Yeah, and you're the only one that can judge me (Know that) Serving in these streets ain't right, It is what it is So what we doin' what we doin' so what Don't judge me speak my name I'm dancin', baby Slim 400 baby, lets go I twist my fingaz on the corner Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana Ski mask red rags & California Piru Piru I swang through the streets with all my partners Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers Hundred round .223's inside the chopper Piru piru Back then they was fakin' it Niggas knew they it was, and it was Bompton Same shit I was I'm spitting 'till this day That's shout the word out to baby Trey We speaking on the real one Better state the facts or don't say nothing That's true as can be & and I'mma keep that foreign, and on Bompton P on Spruce street I ain't never had to fake it Its a roll to play you should see it&, nigga You ain't never even heard of that (Aw shit nigga, you better listen to Nip nigga) How you gettin' money how you stackin'? Who your favorite artist, how you rappin'? (Shit B's been fucking with C's nigga, you ain't learn a lesson from anything) Been putting down I done earn mine Two shells and done did some time Like why? Nigga fuck you And that's really him Now recording me and him in the studio (Wiz) Balling out at the Squad meet. (Obama) Pulling out in all blassik shit My favorite color been burgundy I twist my fingaz on the corner Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana Ski mask red rags & California Piru Piru I swang through the streets with all my partners Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers Hundred round .223's inside the chopper Piru piru Rich niggas still in the turf Since 16 I've been burned Mixed the brandy with the lemonade call it briminade Now we turnt On the corner on the block with no t-shirt Driving slow gonna that'll get you merked Caught em slipping in the turf RIP pictures on the shirt B-O-M-P-T-O-N Late night niggas creepin' The reason your momma said when the lights come on bring yo ass in Yeah, niggas hang out Talk extra we banged out Trade straps then trade them back Let the burgundy flag swang out, damn Niggas don't want no escape plan Niggas just wanna bird and the chopper that'll get 'em off one in his hands, damn Bompton snapped back with my Ray-Bans Thinking back Boo the third Free him He my main man Piru I twist my fingaz on the corner Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana Ski mask red rags & California Piru Piru I swang through the streets with all my partners Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers Hundred round .223's inside the chopper Piru piru Didn't reach that Gotta reach back Protocol G-code I'mma teach that If you fool 'em we gon' eat that Heat that then we gon' reflack(?) Don't let them be in the p hat With the same damn thing Believe that Hands up no gun japanese that Redrum still A1 spit that be fact (?) (?) (?) Bompton where piru street at Big burgundy flag where we kill over mag Then we bring it right back I know every OG that came before me Turnin over in the grave they mad Its a glitch in the matrix You said gotta switch to the basics (?) (?) (?) When a homie got a life Other homie got killed same damn night Take flight on one of your own That shit right there ain't right That shit right there ain't right I twist my fingaz on the corner Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana Ski mask red rags & California Piru Piru I swang through the streets with all my partners Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers Hundred round 223's inside the chopper Piru piruuuuuuu

i run this

Uh-huh, yeah Check me out Look! (I run this bitch~!) And I'mma keep runnin I'mma keep runnin but I'm never runnin outta money I'mma dog, I'mma stunt, if I don't do nuttin And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it I got pussy wet paint, big boy shoes Soft-ass seats and my trunk go boom Got a black-ass gun and a bad yellow bitch And it looks like I'mma die like this Cause we be stuntin' on these bitches, get money on these bitches $250 on the wrist nigga we be the illest We be the realest, CMB niggas Uptown soldier with the money to the ceiling Shinin like a diamond from a eagle to a pigeon Birds on the wire hundred deep and we chillin Finger on the trigger, that's that uptown livin' High to the sky, no divin for fishes Hustlin, doin donuts in the Lamb' Candy on the slab, 50 on the ave Hundred at the crib, get it how you live Stuntin on these bitches, red diamonds how I feel (I run this bitch~!) And I'mma keep runnin I'mma keep runnin but I'm never runnin outta money I'mma dog, I'mma stunt, if I don't do nuttin And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it I got pussy wet paint, big boy shoes Soft-ass seats and my trunk go boom Got a black-ass gun and a bad yellow bitch And it looks like I'mma die like this Hollygrove Gangsta, Eagle Street animal I’ll have my goons Jack-son like Samuel If ya want beef bring your cows, I will cattle you Yeah, I see you, player, but I’m the most valuable I am so radical; my Lamborgini got on a bikini That mean it's topless, you've seen it on the beach When I screech and swerve, keep tha purp, keep tha syrup Know I be getting on people’s nerves, but people can kiss my bleepin burb I’m first, second, third, tha-tha-that's my word Cash Money, Young Money: tha-tha-tha-that’s who I’m gon be with When you come for me Every time, anytime, I’m gon' beat you at the finish line, cause... (I run this bitch~!) And I'mma keep runnin I'mma keep runnin but I'm never runnin outta money I'mma dog, I'mma stunt, if I don't do nuttin And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it I got pussy wet paint, big boy shoes Soft-ass seats and my trunk go boom Got a black-ass gun and a bad yellow bitch And it looks like I'mma die like this I'm a uptown soldier, known high roller Money go getter, M.O.B. all over Hustlin with the birds, known to take it off your shoulder Grindin with the homies, got the game out the 'Nola Hundred G's wrapped, hood with a strap Blowin on the dojo, nigga stuntin in a 'llac Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack Bought a brand new Range, and a brand new 'bach Old school Caddy, fifth wheel, slab back A brand new truck, a brand new bike A brand new house, a brand new psych A brand new bitch live a hood rich life (I run this bitch~!) And I'mma keep runnin I'mma keep runnin but I'm never runnin outta money I'mma dog, I'mma stunt, if I don't do nuttin And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it I got pussy wet paint, big boy shoes Soft-ass seats and my trunk go boom Got a black-ass gun and a bad yellow bitch And it looks like I'mma die like this (I run this bitch~!) And I'mma keep runnin I'mma keep runnin but I'm never runnin outta money I'mma dog, I'mma stunt, if I don't do nuttin And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it I got pussy wet paint, big boy shoes Soft-ass seats and my trunk go boom Got a black-ass gun and a bad yellow bitch And it looks like I'mma die like this Cash Money forever, ya heard me? Birdman, Lil Wayne, ya heard? Them niggas know they gangsta in the hood ya heard? I'mma nigga out the Magnolia I can claim it ya heard? Them niggas bitch street man They all was raised together man Niggas Birdman and Lil Wayne, gangsters for life nigga {*fades out as he's talking*}

parking lot

Well, you told me your whole life story in a few shorts All the while I never knew the tone of your voice A half an hour, I ramble on way too much (my love) Alone with my own thoughts (my love) (1, 2, 3, come on–) Enough is enough There's a plain way to call it, but it's never that obvious for me I'm in a communion, I got needs The combination of all my life's complaints and a few strong drinks I don't remember the parking lot I just remember the song we sang (Ooh, my love) And the song we sang (My love) 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me 1, 2, 3, come on– (Remember the song–) 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me (my love) Come on, you feel me (the parking lot) 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me (my love) 1, 2, 3, come on– Bring the corners from left to right How many more will it take to get a crossfade? Coming closer to midnight and I'm wide awake And ain't you afraid to fade? Couldn't wait to get you naked on the first date But you made me wait So it takes one to make one The compromise we made Please believe me, I don't recall the parking lot I just remember the song we sang And the song we sang And the song we s– 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me 1, 2, 3, come on– (Ooh, my love) Come on, you feel me (My love) Come on– (Remember the parking lot) Come on, you feel me (my love) Come on, you feel me 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me (my love) 1, 2, 3, come on– Come on, you feel me (my love) Come on, you feel me (the song we sang) 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me (my love) 1, 2, 3, come on– 1, 2, 3, come on, you feel me Come on, you f– 1, 2, 3– Feel me (Have mercy, baby! Can you dig it? Can you dig it?)

lost boys

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If I, if I, dream I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls This ain't no cowboy shit, man, this that Alpo shit, fam An ATL nigga that never fell for shit, man I always had to grind, story of my life Scrubbing for the shot, I think I lived my life twice It’s Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me Niggas straight up out the blue flame Hot bitches, Liu Kang New to the port, nigga, call me butane I’m so damn Hussein Niggas get to ask me a muthafuckin’ question A muthafuckin’ question I went from having nothing to my niggas copping sections To rocking six gold rings Then I had to go cop six more grains Shit done change, man, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe bitch I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah Walk inside a room, the bitches offer up vagina I’m eating Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China Findin hoes in Idaho, ain’t strippers, but they ride the pole Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir A list of A-list celebrities sending me naked pictures The higher I get the more money I make I had a threesome with that ho, now she fucking with Drake Damn, bitches sniffing xannies, yeah, they taking them bars Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car I’m faded, but don’t worry, been this way from the start Just shot a video, killed another radio star Don’t make the mistake of thinking I wasn’t living fast (Sample) That’s Little Richard cash It’s Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I’m bombing it Rocks, James, and Miller that’s the conglomerate I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls I don’t slack, I don’t simp I don’t sleep, I don’t slump, I don’t lack, I don’t loaf, nigga I don’t brag, I don’t boast I don’t pull out the Cris if we ain’t popping that toast, nigga She had dreams she was fucking with a phone boy It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy I went from the toy store into Tolstoys Bitch it’s Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh Running through the check, bro, check 1, check 2, check 3 A nigga wanna check me his ass better check again Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestling And I’m on the border with the Mexican I’m about to cop the Aston if he let’s them in That’s my guala, that’s my partner, we the best of friends Nigga you know the code, you will never get a text again Goofy, face ass, jacuzzi with your main splash Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads Choppin’, pussy, possum better play dead Learn the game from the old heads (back up) I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls

ovo sound radio episode 61 tracklist

Oliver Set Poo Bear & Juanes - All We Can Do Lou Val - The Earth Stood Still Khalid, 6LACK & Ty Dolla $ign - OTW Aftertheparty - Reflection Young Thug - Up ft. Lil Uzi Vert 21 Savage & Young Nudy - Since When Gunna - Oh Okay ft. Young Thug & Lil Baby DJ ESCO - Chek ft. Future Sheck Wes - Mo Bamba SahBabii - Outstanding ft. 21 Savage Stargate - 1Night ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR, 21 Savage & Murda Beatz Lil Baby & Gunna - Too Venus X Set G Herbo - Who Run It (Remix) ft. Lil Uzi Vert IAMDDB - Conjouring Tay-K - 1 <3 My Choppa DJ Clent - Blood On the Leaves Kali Uchis - Tyrant ft. Jorja Smith Rihanna - Work ft. Drake Rich The Kid - New Freezer ft. Kendrick Lamar Drake - Nice For What Nicki Minaj - Barbie Tingz DJ Missdevana - Chakra DJ Kass - Scooby Doo Pa Pa (DJ Kass Official 2018 Mix) N.E.R.D & Rihanna - Lemon Melii - Icey MC Bin Laden - Minha Ex HoodRich Pablo Juan - We Don't Luv Em ft. Gucci Mane Cardi B - I Do ft. SZA Trouble & Mike WiLL Made-It - Might Not Sheck Wes - Do That DJ Scuff - Plakiti Ski Mask The Slump God - Skimeetsworld Smokepurpp - Bless Yo Trap OVO Hush Set Belly - Maintain ft. NAV CasperTNG - Christian Louboutin Burna Bandz & J Neat - North Korea Swagger Rite - Hottest Out K Money - Bang Bang KamPAIGN - In My Way Trigga & H.Q. - ContraBand Mafia Slim Dinero - Dumb Figures Famous Dex - Wit Yo Bitch ft. MadeinTYO Tory Lanez - B.I.D Roy Woods - Monday to Monday Anders - Diamonds Preme - Hot Boy ft. Lil Wayne Big Lean - Julie Jordan Solomon - Buttercup G0HomeRoger & Kid Masterpiece Set Amber Olivier - Eyes On Us Syd - Know Mint Condition - What Kind of Man Would I Be Alina Barez - I Don't Even Know Why Though Arin Ray - We Ain't Homies Ari Lennox - Backseat ft. Cozz Amber Olivier - Can't Trust Timbaland & Magoo - Man Undercover ft. Aaliyah & Missy Elliot Aaliyah - Choosey Lover Kelela - Thinking Bout You Gundam Remix Majid Jordan - Part 1: Unreleased Track PLAZA - Pick Up Bryson Tiller - Nevermind This Interlude Sampha - Under H.E.R. - Losing Dvsn - Too Deep Sonder - Searchin Drake - A Night Off ft. Lloyd (Mix) Oliver Set Nines - Venting ft. Dave SL - Gentleman Loski - Famlee Headie One - Know Better ft. RV

moderation

Want me to love you in moderation Do I look moderate to you? Sip it slowly and pay attention I just have to see it through You got me looking for validation Pastures new Want me to love you in moderation Well, who do you think you're talking to? Then bow your head in the house of God And little girl, who do you think you are? You think you need it, you think you want love You wouldn't want it if you knew what it was Moderation Moderation Moderation (Ooh) I never made it with moderation No, I never understood All the feeling was all or nothing And I took everything I could Can't hold it back, I can't take the tension Oh, I'm trying to be good Want me to love you in moderation Well don't you know, I wish I could Then bow your head in the house of God And little girl, who do you think you are? You think you need it, you think you want love You wouldn't want it if you knew what it was Moderation Moderation Moderation Girl, you better learn (I just can't win) How to hold it in (Can't hold it in) And girl, you better learn (I just can't win) I just can't win (Can't hold it in) 'Cause I don't see the worth (I just can't win) I don't see the worth And I'm still tryna figure out if it Always, always, always has to hurt (Ah, ah, ah) You want love Moderation Moderation Moderation Moderation

the return

See they think I'm a fuck nigga But if they ever see me then they might have to duck, nigga Like what, nigga? Before your ass can answer get your whole shit bust, nigga Done rose out them ashes, drinking Fiji water Wanna pull me in that fire while I'm tryna feed my daughter Wanna snatch my momma's plate, and tell her she can't eat And we gone have us some discrepancies right here in this skreet Because the weak don't speak, get left in silence And when you don't listen, gotta speak with violence And duct tape the grandmomma, strip a man of all his honor Tryna be a G, now you wish you a goner I walk with the Gods with a tongue for the devil Tryna keep a nigga thirsty so for rain, I pray mercy The return of the gangster cause niggas don't believe I roll hotter than my sleeve, leave a nigga in the street The return of the gangster cause niggas got bills This rap shit don't work then its back to selling krills Return of the gangster cause niggas want that real Want that old Danny Brown but nigga I'm like chill The return of the gangster fuck a hipster squeeze a trigger You got me fucked up, I'm a hood-ass nigga Uh Gibbs ES to GN Eastside niggas keep roaches in the ashtray Twenty thousand out the public housing on a bad day Drop it in the pot, if it ain't locking that's some bad yay Tryna save my soul I wish the Lord would meet me half way Devil on my shoulder as I'm whipping up this yola And that motor hit the rotor ship this blow to Minnesota Only option is a shootout if the police pull me over This shit get realer than shit that's on your PlayStation controller Call of Duty ass nigga, dick in the booty ass nigga Don't po' up roll no dough up and I don't get no cash with ya Feel like fuck the world it ain't no friends up in this business Fuck my label show them I'm the real realest nigga in it Gangsta Gibbs, (nigga) bitch... It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta' These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga I red paint ya Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta' These phony ass wannabe thug perpetrators and wankstas Your white tee turn to tie-dye, nigga I red paint ya Won't stress or cry about it, cause it's not in my nature, motherfucker

foe life

Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and Ice Cube you know you rule hip-hop and Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and Wait a minute, that ain't how the West Coast rock, nigga! Mack 10, nutty as they come leave 'em face down And numb from the waist down It's a Sunday a gun day Rollin' down a one way In my 'lac front and back Over train tracks On yak and herb nigga swerve It get's on my nerves, banked my Danas on the curb In the gutta lane I'm butta man Foot to the flo' What you want from the sto' I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single Comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker Fool I'mma vet you can bet That I can dance underwater and not get wet It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap Everybody run when I bust a cap Puttin' Inglewood up on the map Look at what I do when I pulls my strap Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown Bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down Foe life, foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes Foe life, foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes Khaki suit ski mask is my attire With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire Fool where ya keep the rims and tires 'fo yo' life expires, I'm as nutty as Michael Myers Didn't think about the Rottweiler A lot of stiches in the ass, blood in the Impala Sittin' in the County with a gold record Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked Caught with a contraband in my hand Mack 10 take the stand, your Honor I'mma changed man So please let me go so I can flow Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go? and if he say no I'mma have to say bitch get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin' dough Cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl Foe life, foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes Foe life, foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof Yarned up in his birthday suit (Mack 10 to the rescue) My momma wanna know why I do what I do Cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly Fool you can die There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on And I'm at home sewing stripes on Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway 'bout to buck you down with this throw away With no serial number it's the summer Where niggas die, it's hotter than July You better stay low fo' you get a halo Plus wings and a gown when I come around So take 10 paces And try to guess the color of my shoelaces Foe life, foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes Foe life, foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes

starships

(RedOne..., Uh) Let's go to the beach, each Let’s go get a wave They say, what they gonna say? Have a drink, clink, found the Bud Light Bad bitches like me is hard to come by The patron own, let's go get it on The zone on, yes I'm in the zone Is it two, three? Leave a good tip I'ma blow off my money and don't give two shits, oh, oh I'm on the floor, floor I love to dance So give me more, more, 'til I can't stand Get on the floor, floor Like it's your last chance If you want more, more Then here I am Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Can't stop cause we’re so high Let's do this one more time Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Let's do this one last time Can't stop... (We're higher than a motherfucka) (We're higher than a motherfucka) (We're higher than a motherfucka) Jump in my hoopty-hoopty-hoop I own that And I ain't payin' my rent this month I owe that But fuck who you want, and fuck who you like Dancehall life, there's no end in sight Twinkle, twinkle little star Now everybody let me hear you say ray, ray, ray Now spend all your money cause today pay day And if you're a G, you a G-G-G My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki Get on the floor, floor Like it's your last chance If you want more, more Then here I am Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Can't stop 'cause we’re so high Let's do this one more time Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Let's do this one last time Can't stop... (We're higher than a motherfucka) (We're higher than a motherfucka) (We're higher than a motherfucka) Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Can't stop 'cause we’re so high Let's do this one more time Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Let's do this one last time Can't stop... (We're higher than a motherfucka) (We're higher than a motherfucka) (We're higher than a motherfucka)

crystals

Omen Oh, it ain't nothing I'm just like this Ski mask on my face When I come sliding To the just in the cut With the bass Turn down this beat And I listen to the like the blunt smoke like the wood smoke Woke up on my and I'm laying in another Every night I'm in the jungle I'm froze in the summer In flames in the winter Getting high with my brother Lil Peep Getting high with me Smoke weed, relax, and sit quietly I smoke silently as I watch the smoke I put it into my mouth, send it down to my throat And I choke But the blade is my killer To slay is my mission My blade with the crystal Give it to me and I'll surely make history Sippin' this lean like I'm drinking the They wanna but they don't let me I got thraxx in my pants And I'm smokin' until I get damage Fuck what the question is Bitch, I'm the answer Fuck what the cure is Bitch, I am the cancer Fuck all the Yeah, I can't be managed Fuck all the humans, I live in the sand, bitch Fuck with the prophet that can't handle, hoe Lo-fi I put my heart in this shit I ripped the heart out the goat Pull the blade out my coat Cut your throat to the bone On some Game of Thrones shit I cannot fuck with no bitch When she suckin' on somebody dick That type of shit get me sick I'm a prick but I don't fuck with bitches That get my whole city whatever they want If it's pussy, a lip on the tip of the dick All of you wanna be rappers But can't make no music to make that shit happen And that's probably cause you just rap about trappin' Or smackin' the next motherfucker that say that I act like I'm ballin' All of y'all pussies is wack Some of y'all pussies is rats Half of y'all pussies is trash And the other half of y'all is dying at night What the fuck do that mean? Do the math Step on the scene like the Hulk Bitch, I'm green Bitches on me, I'm the young Charlie Sheen Rips in my jeans and my skin 'til I bleed The reason you're losing your sleep is Lil Peep

youre crashing but youre no wave

The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror, he practices all his lines To his closing argument, twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper The headline reads "The man hangs" But the jury doesn't And everyone's looking for relief United States versus disbelief Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle Clear your throat and face the world The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls Only breathing with the aid of denial Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked On one to six, the gallery is hushed Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado The city sleeps in a cell, notwithstanding what we all know Hang on a rope or bated breath Whichever you prefer And everyone's looking for relief A bidding war for an old flame's grief The cause, the kid, the course The charm, and the curse Not a word that could make you comprehend Too well dressed for the witness stand The press prays for whichever headline's worse Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? Fresh pressed suit and tie Unimpressed birds sing and die Can talk my way out of anything The foreman reads the verdict "In the above entitled actions, we find the defendant..." Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic?

in her lane

Girl keep shitting on all these hoes Won't let another nigga get too close And can't nobody tell you nothing Gettin' money is all we know Just be yourself She knows how to stay in her lane, oh ooh Yeah she knows how to stay in her lane She know about a couple bitches I'm fucking but never ask no questions I'm like yeah girl that's how it gotta be And she can come around me and my niggas even if we got bitches She orderin' food and rollin' up the weed Shawty like to keep it real low She sip some drank, she chill, she smoke Shawty keep it real G And I don't need a lock up on my phone If I'm talking to some bitches don't be on my shoulders let a nigga be And that's how she do it She don't be on my page looking for bitches I'm following Pictures I'm liking nah she don't do it And every time we fuck she'll never spend a night When I fall asleep she hit the front door And I ain't gon' lie sometimes I get lonely and I wanna lay up a little bit She like boy you better stay in your lane and save that simp shit for another bitch Girl keep shitting on all these hoes Won't let another nigga get too close And can't nobody tell you nothing Gettin' money is all we know Just be yourself She knows how to stay in her lane, oh ooh Yeah she knows how to stay in her lane Shawty keep it real low-key She focused on the money she ain't trippin' bout me She pay her own bills and she do her own thang And her name ain't never in the streets Her girlfriends gon' to the club every week But she don't never go she got deadlines to meet And she don't never bring up shit she heard about me God damn this girl so thowed I fuck with her when I got some free time She never ask a nigga for some me time Invention in that pussy body divine She don't never take pictures, I don't meet moms It's been a year since the last time she seen the club To keep it trill, shit I only seen her three times I met her through a friend I used to be down She say it's cool shit y'all only fucked three times Girl keep shitting on all these hoes Won't let another nigga get too close And can't nobody tell you nothing Gettin' money is all we know Just be yourself She knows how to stay in her lane, oh ooh Yeah she knows how to stay in her lane

cali dreamin

California dreaming, dreaming California dreaming, dreaming California dreaming, dreaming I'm gonna stay, stay, stay Say you might see bunch of beaches, bunch of pretty bitches But, don't get it twisted, wrong turn could be missing Stay riding with the bros like a car full of siblings Kush running through my system straight from California California Swear you ain't never gon' leave if you get a whiff of this Yeah my life is like a movie, nigga you can get a clip Hear they shooting better chip, that mean you should probably dip Any city I don't trip out in, California California Cause bitch I'm good where ever I go, name any hood nigga bet I know Headed to the store for Swisher Sweets and a tall can of Arizona The sun hotter than a sauna, where you from better own up Ugh, throw it up California California California dreaming, dreaming California dreaming, dreaming California dreaming, dreaming I'm gonna stay, stay, stay So don't wake me up, from my dream don't wake me up But I got a quarter pound baby, you can weigh me up All my bitches weigh a buck, 25 buck 40 Born bad like the army straight from California California All the way turnt up, white tee, pair of Chucks Let me re-design you, been that way since high school Nigga and yo girl, she been on my dick since high school I'm sorry if you move back to California California Cause I've been here Hollywood all the way to the vantage That's where nigga used to get my dro, nigga I'm on Sunset selling out shows If it ain't table and a bottle I ain't going, so much smoke man a nigga can't breathe Have some fun baby girl don't leave, stay here, California California California dreaming, dreaming California dreaming, dreaming California dreaming, dreaming I'm gonna stay, stay, stay Uh, California California, uh

problemz

Everybody got problems, it's all about how you relate My pain will prosper, though, so I'm gon' handle the weight The world's so toxic, hey, separate the real from the fake Why wait for tomorrow though? 'Stead I'm goin' start with today I've been to too many shows Jaded 'cause I'm missin' paper for music, they losin', they quick to download Normally I would just speak for myself, but this time I got lick from the woes Word, this world losin' your soul What is your ultimate goal? If you don't play you don't fold Everybody got problems, it's all about how you relate My play will prosper, though, so I'm gon' handle the weight The world's so toxic, hey, separate the real from the fake Why wait for tomorrow though? 'Stead I'm goin' start with today And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved Fuck all that fake shit niggas be posin' I put in work while these niggas be yawnin' You can rehearse but this shit is my aura Shit that we totin' will break through your armor Got to the corner and opened the parlor All of these blessings that came from the harbor Pull out the weapon and turn you into stardust Know when we step in the drip is enormous, uh Problems pilin' in my head, I need to get my mind right Silent night, no Jesus Christ, I need to keep my life right Get the bag and hold tight, cut no slack, it's on sight Runnin' back and go snipe, bus' it back that's all night I know, how it feels some time Gotta' get a piece of mine, they won't get a piece of mine No way, no way, life is hard at time You will find your lie, purpose gotta' shine Some way, some way, is gonna' it get my way, my way Better get the fuck out my face, fillin' my potential today Yay-e-yay, yeah, yeah, yay-e-yay, yay Yay-e-yay, yeah I'm on my Brooklyn don shit', young boy like Luka Dončić Big league, I'm up, I'm wildin' P.E.; my bros, my partners Stressed out, but still I promise, to hold y'all down regardless Used to have too much problems, but I just grew beyond them Take time when your mind is fragile No key, but I'm keepin' the Patek You can see if you reach and imagine Inside can leave with a fashion Free-fallin', I don't need no static This song with an automatic Wanna' go, but you just don't get it No rehearsal, we just don't let it Take time when your mind is fragile No key, but I'm keepin' the Patek You can see if you reach and imagine Inside can leave with a fashion Free-fallin', I don't need no static This song with an automatic Wanna' go, but you just don't get it No rehearsal, we just don't let it You know that I don't have no time Vent 'bout the day but don't ask about mine That's what I learned, y'all got some nerve So y'all get curved, not my concern And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved And that's the way it goes, some problems can't get solved Everybody got problems, it's all about how you relate My pain will prosper, though, so I'm gon' handle the weight The world's so toxic, hey, separate the real from the fake Why wait for tomorrow though?'Stead I'm goin' start with today

middle of nowhere

In the desert when I heard your name In the desert sand where we would lay In the desert sun I burned my face You deserted me but you left the pain When the sky turns into red I'll be out here on my own Don't forget I once called your heart my home If the wind should ever change Who's to say that you will still be the same But neither will I In the desert where I saw your smile In the desert sand where we would play In the desert heat my tears will dry You deserted me when you walked away Middle of nowhere (I'm livin in the) Middle of nowhere yeah (Stuck here livin in the) Middle of nowhere Won't you come find me there ooh In the desert where I lost my way Where the wind blew sand and hid the road Though the desert days are hard to bare Still the desert nights are always cold Middle of nowhere (I'm livin in the) Middle of nowhere yeah (Stuck here livin in the) Middle of nowhere Won't you come find me there Mmm

unplugged 2 love kills

В твоих глазах я вижу себя в огне М-м-м, себя в огне Я чую твой страх, просто лети ко мне М-м-м, лети ко мне Они даже не знают, кто я Но раз переспав меня уже не слить из бошки Ты можешь делать вид, что любишь Но вам не заделать ту дыру внутри Демоны во мне все хотят плоти Я унесу твою душу к звёздам Ты уже не девочка, проглотишь В моём пекле ты всего лишь гостья Я хочу убить тебя, хочу влюбить тебя Я хочу убить тебя Я хочу убить тебя, хочу влюбить тебя Я хочу убить тебя, хочу влюбить тебя Нос в кокаине, ты еле стоишь Я тот секрет, что ты не утаишь Я думаю о тебе слишком много Мне надо идти, мне надо идти Я всегда был один и я сделал себя Им никому не понять эту боль Если не вынесу себе мозги Сделай так, чтоб я проснулся с тобой Я хочу убить тебя, хочу влюбить тебя Я хочу убить тебя Я хочу убить тебя, хочу влюбить тебя Я хочу убить тебя, хочу влюбить тебя

maha maha

Every time you walk out on me I regress back to the one that I can't see There's someone I have never talked about I know that we'd both be dead if you found out Every time you tell me that I'm wrong I just can't remember how to play along There's something I have never told you I'm not really from this world There's something I have been withholding I'm not like every other girl Loha, loha, maihi, maihi, Yoha, yoho, Loha, loha, maihi, maihi, Yoha, yoho You are the man of my dreams that I've waited for You are the man of my dreams that I've waited for So if you begin to think that my light might be supernatural I'd have to say "You're right, you're right, mon Cher, it is." I come from a place that your mind cannot even imagine Where we sing "Maha, mahaha, mahaha, maha." Loha, loha, maihi, maihi, Yoha, yoho, Loha, loha, maihi, maihi, Yoha, yoho You are the man of my dreams that I've waited for You are the man of my dreams that I've waited for Where we sing "Maha, oh maha, oh maha, maha." I give my loving, I'm your devoted I give my loving, I'm your devoted Maha, maha, maha, maha, Maha, maha, maha

the meth lab

I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two This is my own private domicile I will not be harassed, motherfucker! Welcome to the Meth Lab, listen, it's time to cook Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo' Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?' Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop Let's talk about trust I told you not to cook my recipe And you went ahead and did it anyway Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?) Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi' You think you can stop me from cookin'? You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday Don't even think about usin' my grade A You should try and stop me, bitch I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin' I write a prescription just for meth abusers Regulate your dose intake for heavy users For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean? You're recoverin', but you still use frequently So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency Can't escape old habits, so you copy the new shit Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand Check my passport, global support Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up What up, Street? Yo, what up, man? We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time? Yeah, always, man Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you Go 'head, show 'em what you got

get bizzy

See you niggas killin' me man Did you think I don't hear you talkin'? Like "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'? Didn't wayne dis Dram'? Didn't dram' dis wayne?" (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!) See ya'll niggas just wait til I turn around then talk about me Fool-ass niggas But I'll do this for ya'll Ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA Weezy F. bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin' I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol-takin' mothafuckers I'm the man, just ask your old lady Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady I'm a massacre waitin' to happen, fuck all this rappin', boy I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin, man He gon need napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage Picture on my page, printed in the best book Come up out my left pocket with a left hook Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out I got the game on lock, and I lock ya out My jewelery singin' like a opera house I brought that drop-top Phantom of the Opera out Yeah, "Get Silly," not stupid man Never save a ho, she better ask Soulja Boy to Superman You can bet when I sleep, I'm Poloed down, head to feet Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C Tall cup of DJ Screw, sippin' on a pint of Big Moe Sharper than a tack ho, you can keep the tic toe Yeah, red scarf on my neck Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck, ugh And to my Bs, nigga, "Soo-woo" Cause I be with more Bs than Juju- Big bro, I'm a big dog And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off Haha, nigga, I don't ever scratch And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch Type of soldier on some sketch that shit I'ma draw that pistol, make your chest a tablet You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot Young Money mothafucker, but the money so not It's Young Money, nigga! Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n Ikes Bob Barker with the Phantom white, cause my price is right Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight Let my niggas cut them up, they gon' get a slice tonight Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right Blind everybody in this motherfuckin spot tonight Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of kryptonite Got the wolves with' me here, I'm howling in this bitch tonight Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell Nigga, you can get yo shit cracked like a crab shell You want war with' the boys, so be it We in all red like the fuckin Soviet Army Rush a bitch, nigga if he talking crazy Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy

blinded

All this ice leave you blinded Five star life, stay reminded Bitch I done grinded I pull up with designer, if you with it lean behind it All this ice leave you blinded Five star life, stay reminded Bitch I done grinded I pull up with designer, if you with it lean behind it Bitch I'm cruising down the Black Lodge with black wrist watch Got a bad bitch sipping scotch popping tic-tacs Pull up with a black car gotta hit the snack bar Mitsubishi cruising down the lanes like its NASCAR They say I'm too bizarre, but I done make it this far Might smoke a fat jetpack out to Mira Mar I'm feeling like a movie star, counting stacks with my boys in a sushi bar Uh no you won't get this far, bitch I bet you know who we are Wake up and I see dark, never let the dogs bark Leave you looking like a question mark I be stuntin' overseas, all my boys ride for lean Bands to the ceiling, smoke away all my feelings I be, I be getting rich bitch I just came to sip, left an addict I guess I admit that I'm an addict You can't spit, my money standing looking like cabbage Hashish steady taking trips living lavish All this ice leave you blinded Five star life, stay reminded Bitch I done grinded I pull up with designer, if you with it lean behind it All this ice leave you blinded Five star life, stay reminded Bitch I done grinded I pull up with designer, if you with it lean behind it Bitch I- All this ice leave you blinded Five star life, stay reminded Bitch I done grinded I pull up with designer, if you with it lean behind it All this ice leave you blinded Five star life, stay reminded Bitch I done grinded I pull up with designer, if you with it lean behind it Bitch I-

hold up

And I'm like wait, Hold up Please let me roll up And your ho done chose us And now she got her nose up And these niggas don't know us But these hoes they know us Maybach when we roll up Strong pack when we roll up And I'm like wait And I ain't worried bout' no nigga taking My bricks, what you should be worried about Is me taking your bitch And I'm like wait, Hold up Please let me roll up And your ho done chose us And now she got her nose up And I'm like wait, cool And all these hoes they wanna' Act like they know a nigga I'm like stop flexing girls Take it off what can you show A nigga, before a bitch control me I would let money control a nigga But I control it, and tell it go get, more They done let me in the door And I know that shit fucked up Because I'm coming at your throat And they like Cash Out slow down But I don't see red I'm always on, go And I keep re-lapping niggas Ain't no limit I want more yeah Hold up, these niggas they ain't believe me Shot pass they ass now they see me on TV Bitch this ain't no movie but you can get The clip in HD, and I know the reason they Hate me And I'm like wait, Hold up Please let me roll up And your ho done chose us And now she got her nose up And these niggas don't know us But these hoes they know us Maybach when we roll up Strong pack when we roll up And I'm like wait And I ain't worried bout' no nigga taking My bricks, what you should be worried about Is me taking your bitch And I'm like wait, Hold up Please let me roll up And your ho done chose us And now she got her nose up These niggas don't want it See I'm making more like 10 racks I might leak em' all 600 Stuntin' DMV they gonna get us She rather work, know it’s head first I'm like a DDT to these bitches Hold up, get Patron in my soda That blue dot and no roc and I Do that shot with no cola Tryna' knock her boots and never call her I got time for my order You standing over there dolo The broads arrive when I show up Work, work, what they all about Party bitches choosin' quick No bottles out Hold up a second, Double M We respected and we gonna roll up Another before they check us like And I'm like wait, Hold up Please let me roll up And your ho done chose us And now she got her nose up And these niggas don't know us But these hoes they know us Maybach when we roll up Strong pack when we roll up And I'm like wait And I ain't worried bout' no nigga taking My bricks, what you should be worried about Is me taking your bitch And I'm like wait, Hold up Please let me roll up And your ho done chose us And now she got her nose up

15 flows

Étant petit j'ai jamais voulu être un fou de la tess J'voulais qu'à chaque fois que j'ouvre la bouche tu bouges la tête J'suis devenu père de famille en oubliant l'bout de latex Et j'deviens dingue quand j'ai un stylo entre le pouce et l'index J'ai lu vos protocoles, j'commets des holocaustes horribles Devenu claustrophobe à cause de trop grosses phobies Dans ton iPod, j'me suis introduit J'voulais être un pro du Hip-Hop, j'ne suis qu'un produit J'ai liquidé les tocards qui disaient qu'ils étaient potables J'pouvais pas faire quoi que ce soit Sans vous présenter mes soldats Parait-il le Rap est mort, j'viens mettre la musique enceinte J'ai pas qu'un flow, enfin, j'en ai qu'un mais j'le divise en 15 Ça fait un bail que j'suis dans ce Rap Jeu Et j'ai compris que j'aurais pas tout c'que je veux Depuis qu'on juge un MC à sa coupe de cheveux J'parle peu mais n'en pense pas moins Mon offense n'est pas loin Marre d'entendre des babouins, faut l’effacer par le feu S-A-N-G-O, K-E-M-A pour 15 flows C'est plein d'fauves qui ont faim d'trop Qui n'ont rien d'autre que de l'info Pour le 7.5.0.1.8, j'pose mes lignes Cause délit, gros débit, poses tes billes quand le boss médite J'écris un énième texte, j'suis le boss Y'a pas photo comme au 16ème siècle Mes gars détiennent technique Les ondes hertziennes pètent, j'me dois de rester l'maître Donc j'blesse avec des textes qu'atteignent l'Everest Prends ces 15 flows comme une galerie d'art J'use de mon pinceau même les samedis soirs Un tas de rimes qui marquent l'histoire L'avenir j'fais pas que d'y croire, je vois le miroir Donc j'amenuise mon mal de vivre en cas de victoire J'compte plus les heures à tracer dans la foule, à rincer sans amour Et sans un sou, oui ! J'me paye le luxe de cracher dans la soupe Mais te fais pas de bile, quand j'attrape ce mic' T-T-T'attrapes le trac car j'te parle de ma vie Dans une musique unique, unique et furtive Donc approche et tends l'oreille Crois en la parole d'un Gavroche des temps modernes Qui préfère prendre l'air que prendre la poussière et faire le sourd Ce monde est une question dont j'aimerais faire le tour Pas de coup d'pouce, on s'pousse tous Dans une course poursuite vers le gouffre Silence, j'écris car j'ai dû purger mes peines Partir en vrille c'est vouloir briller, s'brûler les ailes Névrotique, mec, j'ai des airs nocifs et presque autiste Et j'reste vrai, j'blesse les faux types Textes explosifs, voire fautifs ça tout Paris en rêve Et pour toucher l'sommet, j'fous toute ma vie en l'air Hum, j'ai toujours du mal à rentrer dans les cases Quand j'entends mon nom dans leurs bouches J'ai qu'une envie c'est d'changer d'blaze J'rate toujours les bons moments pendant que j'attends l'extase Trop d'jalousie, j'hésite à faire semblant d'être naze, hum Ton ingé son fait semblant d'brancher l'casque Nouvelle école, on va t'changer d'classe 15 flows, ça vend trop d'talent vocalement Prends ton pied, donne ta jambe J'suis un putain d'génie frotte ma lampe On crache chacun notre tour, lyrical bukkake 15 flows et tes nymphos repartent la bouche plâtrée Trouve mes goonies sur Youjizz ou sur Booska-P Viens dans mes Stan, dans mes Jordan ou dans mes Shoes AP Moi, j'rappe français comme une blanquette de veau Et j'prends des vacances à Valence quand j'suis en dèche de flow Toujours en loup, toujours en woof, toujours en quête d'euros Frelot, mon Rap t'irrite comme la branlette de trop ×2 Got it in the bla-bla deep in my soul Got it in the bla-bla writing it the wall God bless, yes got it in the flesh Thanks to my mother she always give me the best Nouveau buzz, nouveau titre 1-2 1-2 v'là l'équipe Nouveau meurtre sur le beat 22-22 v'là les flics J'ai pas de fric, pas de clip, peu de promo, pas de sticker Mais en 20 secondes chrono, bluffe tous les pronostiqueurs Ex-fils de prolo, j'vise le gros lot, explique-leur Lyrics impérissables, j'suis un véritable kickeur Et j'mène ma guérilla, style impérial dis-leur Qu'il y a plus à craindre de moi que d'un serial killer OK ! D-I-S-I-Z Mon flow c'est une tondeuse, te mets la boule à zed Les MC's s'prennent pour Indiana Jones À la recherche du flow perdu, galèrent quand ils posent Disiz Steven Spielberg effets spéciaux Je rappe en 3D, j'ai le pop-corn flow Et j'en ai 15 comme Sango, Vietnam, John Rambo ! Le leur gluant gombo c'est du porc tranche de jambon, hey ! Tu veux du flow ? T'as tapé à la bonne porte J'vais t'parler de mes tarés tous entamés à la bonne dope Paré dans les zones chaudes, tu parles de crédibilité Garde ta débilité, j'suis passé par la Sorbonne Cramé comme les Golgoths, j'opère à temps plein D'Auber à Pantin et tu m'as peut-être croisé dans les transports Affamé, j'arrive en force fait baliser ton club d'homos J'suis comme ton dealeur : j'ai la qualité pour seule promo On m'a dit 15 flows donc je m'infiltre doucement Le groove me hante, Y-A-N-S, mais il vient d'où ce man ? La vibe c'est pas d'obliger d'suivre le mouvement Simplement une bouffée d'air fraîche lorsque le souffle manque Alors man, reste tranquille, mes racines resplendissent Dis-moi, mais qu'est ce t'en dis du négro des tropiques ? Mes punchlines estropient, ouais poto, j'aime trop l'risque Tes serments m'donnent mal au crâne donc cesse ton speech Revoilà l'homme aux 1000 et 1 flows, donc passe-leur l'info J'ai rendu pas mal de ces jeunes filles nymphos Donc j'me place dès l'intro, impro J'ai des phases, j'en ai bien d'trop Les fans t'oppressent chaque fois que les miens posent Crois-moi c'est pour bientôt Qu'les bails arrivent, qu'les projets s'imposent Y a rien à faire avec ça, j'suis en symbiose 15 flows et rien d'faux juste avant que la bombe n'implose Qu'les keufs arrivent, qu'ça pète et qu'les voisins causent Si les poulets parlent trop bastos, j'ai pas d'stups Mais sur l'net, ils sont tous accros d'ma dope Mort vulgaire à tous ces chards-clo qui rappent faux Tu sais que j'ai le budget Ralph Lau' dans mon cash flow Je reste l'élu, tu vas croire qu'il pleuvait des mesures À partir du moment où t'as pressé "lecture" Marre de m'geler les burnes, j'ai flairé le truc Donc je tabasse le beat comme s'il m'devait des thunes Mettez les gosses à l'abri C'est la grosse calamité que l'on appelle le Nekflamme Le seul de la planète Namek qui deviendra le maître d'arme Mais nan, mec, tu ne peux pas me la mettre Surtout depuis que l'on a le label Arrête de me parler d'armes, tu vois les RG XXX Je m'amène dans l'arène, j'te dis pas comment ça m'a forgé Les gros requins plein d'pots de vin commencent à m'approcher Mais nique ça, ça fait plaisir, Cas de Conscience quoi de neuf ? À part mon sang, on est ensemble, comme ça on s'sent moins seul

you should have known

Black Silverado, 45' on my lap, I’ma loaded gun I’m from Alabama, that’s just how I was raised Tattoos, whiskey bottle, pocket full of money, I’m a lot of fun Give you something to remember, then baby I’m on my way Fast women, fast cars Low life, rockstars Riding in the Chevy with the men like me We’ll leave you with a broken heart I’m a ramblin' man, I’m a son of a bitch from the start Baby you should have known You should have known Baby you should have known You should have known Baby you should have known You should have known Baby you should have known Bitch, you should have known I’m a mistfit darling, let’s be real I don’t mean to gas you up That cheap perfume is kinda like a 'shroom Wanna take a trip in the passenger? Smoke that, what’d you got? half a blunt High yourself, laugh it up Drink a little bit of that Jack in the cup Then we jump in the back and fuck Wanna grab a hold of my leather jacket? Take another photo with me and tag it? Ohh you all about Instagram; instant fame and sex is passion Me too, let me take my shades off, get a peak at you What’s your name? I forgot Nevermind I don’t really need not to No, better off really ‘cause I just seen you wack a show (Slum bunny) Little bit of fenus for that penis in the dough, huh Big ol' truck, black on black, think you wanna go pack a backpack Think you wanna turn around with that fat ass Catfish Billy you’re looking back at (bump it) 808 underneath that seat, get that pussy humming Now you’re drunk, stoned and fuck Crooked smile like a light superwoman, well It’s about time I go, don’t wanna be hate, but meaning cold But I got a 6 am flight, baby bye bye, I got to hit the road I’m.. Riding in the Chevy with the men like me We’ll leave you with a broken heart I’m a ramblin' man, I’m a son of a bitch from the start Baby you should have known You should have known Baby you should have known Bitch, you should have known Baby you should have known You should have known Baby you should have known Bitch, you should have known

living in vain

I've been livin' in vain What can I say? Just to make it go away And to take away the pain I've been crying to much Wasting my time (wasting my time) Oh, shedding all these tears Instead of taking what is mine I've been asking God, "Why?" (why) Why am I here? What am I to do? While I'm only filled with fear Time and time again I'm gone Who would know it'd last this long? Time and time again I'm gone Who would know it'd last this long? Skip, skip, skip class, whip-less, with pass Whiplash, deadbeats, skipped out, skipped dads Dipped fast... me too Little nigga, real big agenda Teachers just holding me up It's in my genes, suspenders (Ohh-Kay) Livin' life on a ledge, peakin' over the edge Thinkin' bout fallin' while dreamin' bout flyin' No Se When I'm gone get that bread How long I could hold my breath Been schemin' about ballin' while starvin' and dyin' You think I'm reckless Just because I'm with the shits Just because I quit the class And I still can't quit the cigs I know it's hard to think That's why you niggas want to sing too That song look just like my shit, dawg Come on, I used to have stains too I used to lick lames too I'm a lot more worried about flights now Keepin' lawyers paid right now Gettin' rights to the shit that I write down Keep your head up son It's either a migraine or an aneurysm These catchy anecdotes, analyzing adolescent adaptation of good mannerisms IGH! What can I say? Just to make it go away And to take away the pain I've been crying to much Wasting my time (wasting my time) Oh, shedding all these tears Instead of taking what is mine I've been asking God, "Why?" (why) Why am I here? What am I to do? While I'm only filled of fear

emotionless thoughts

(I fall in love, too fast) This goes for Mrs. Whats-Her-Name I know that something changed before the money came But you got real Shady, Aftermath I was passed reminiscing over our past Claim you don't remember it But went and told your friends in the most intimate details Now you wanna censor shit Trying to fix the bits and pieces of what's left of it But even when it's fixed, it's so delicate True love is so hard to find And they say that once you found it you lost your mind Even some of my niggas done grew apart with time Truthfully I needed the space, you're far too kind I guess I gotta let it be Bagir said I gotta big year ahead of me Jack told me that world will see eventually Even my worse enemy is praying for the best for me Dreams money could buy When you fall in love and realize your love was a lie And I guess that it was lust that flooded my eyes Slim waist, thick cake, lovable thighs I put that on the name of king I'm a first class nigga, coach told "you ain't make the team" Fuck chasing cheese Homie, I'm chasing dreams And fans make up for the rest like Maybelline And I'm the bad guy yet again Spend so much time tryna to find who the victim is And if we put it in the eyes of the witnesses I still get the blame for fuckin' up in the beginning, shit You told me you was over that, grow up And you say you saw us holding hands, so what? If you can't look me in my eyes and respect me enough Then I guess you getting left in the dust With no feedback Having late night conversations Contemplating, both knowing that my time is wasted Mood swings all time of the day With childish behavior admit that I was kind of complacent And knowing this could be the end of it Three months and she still ain't send a hint Now she fucking with the next nigga claiming it's her friend and shit You really take me for that much of a fool huh? I had bitches on hold for a long time To hear the perfect reason to just give them the walk sign So you could talk yo shit, I'mma talk mine And hit me when you finish cause this is the fourth time I've crossed your line when you crossed mine You crossed my mind I'm just looking at lost time I can't stress it no harder than this And I forgot to tell you, karma's a bitch High school girl be acting all retarded and shit Ignoring my shit, I know you see me calling you, Miss And if I called you a bitch, it must've slipped out I got caught in the midst, and then you flipped out Whitney hit the rock hard enough and stop getting loud and James is in a grave So I'ma have to pull a Chrissy brown I'ma laugh when they Rihanna yo ass Because you love it when you binded and gagged right? Remember that time in the bathroom? I left it on your lower back like a tattoo I'm just letting off mad fumes And I'ma have to fill the shoes of this bad dude Beats for days Beats for days Beats for days Beats for days JOEY! WAKE THE FUCK UP NIGGER! Be Safe "I think its just such a magical process, you know? Like how when You’re just putting these notes together, you know, and how its just Certain combination of notes just really means something, sometimes And…and, uh, sometimes you get lucky and just come across a few Notes that just really work well together. And its just a magical Moment, you know, as you’re discovering…" "Marijuana Strains For Every Taste! Snow White, Super Girl, Afghan Dreams, New York Diesel Medical Marijuana equals Life. My Life You smoke something like this, its just gonna lay you on the couch And you really won’t be able to work for the rest of the day" Getting high. Real high. Mmmmh. Lovely and Yummy and Mmmmh Stay Tuned

cold blooded

They say they're cold-blooded Yeah, he cold-blooded Your neck too soft, put a knife to it Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo) They say he cold-blooded Upperhand, who want it? Huh? Yeah, he cold-blooded Hit everythin in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold-blooded, ha Black child born in the storm They had to bundle up to stay warm Bodega babies Strollers in the snow to the candy lady That sugar make the monsters of the '90s crazy Child rebel soldiers of the inner city The hate me now, tigers next to Nas and Diddy His mama fell in love with drug dealin' Diddy The only star left that was next to Biggie Little did she know, she was one of four And little did he know, he was one of eight Unknown siblings all through middle school With the same mean mug that was born from hate Yeah, bodega babies You wonder why these kids of the '90s crazy? Hide and go seek when the father's lazy And their mamas only want the early '90s Jay-Zs They say they're cold-blooded Yeah, he cold-blooded Your neck too soft, put a knife to it Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo) They say he cold-blooded Upperhand, who want it? Huh? Yeah, he cold-blooded Hit everythin in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold-blooded, ha They said his skin wasn't light enough And his future wasn't bright enough Little sister don't talk much 'Cause their uncle had the Midas touch Evil is as evil doez Mama looked away, blamed it on his needle buzz Sold the food out the freezer when he needed drugs Beggin' like he Cool J when he needed love Yeah, bodega babies You wonder why these kids of the '90s crazy? Broken Black homes is the modern slavery You can't raise a savage and deny the rabies Woo, bodega babies Yeah, bodega babies How loud I got to scream for someone to save me? And now I'm in the cell from everything you made me They say they're cold-blooded Yeah, he cold-blooded Your neck too soft, put a knife to it Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo) They say he cold-blooded Upperhand, who want it? Huh? Yeah, he cold-blooded Hit everythin in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold-blooded, ha

po nigga blues

G: Why'd you slang crack P: I had to G: Why'd you pack the straps P: Cause I had to) G: Why'd you jack the scratch P: Cause I had to G: Say what, say what P: A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent Pac You certified crazy I got to work with what you gave me Claiming' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery Now I'm lost in this Holocaust headed for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war And got a busted jaw for sayin' fuck the law And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record What's a nigga got to do to get respected? Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested And if I don't say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay zested I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless Walk around ready to light shit up And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck, buck is the sound as I move up Other niggas pay attention when I'm fool, bust They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer But they wanted to see who's realer Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh) I need loot so I'm doin' what I do And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' nigga blues Can't you see, we're raised to all be thugs Make's us do the things we do Got to let a Outlaw make moves (A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent) Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to) Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to) Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to) A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent Poppa need brand new shoes But what the fuck can a nigga do My little boy got to eat too So why must I sock-a-fella Just to live large like Rockefeller? And did you ever stop to think I'm old enough to go to war But I ain't old enough to drink Cops want to hit me with the book And you're hooked on my eye don't give a fuck look Make your rules I'm a break 'em No matter how much you make 'em You show me bacon I'mma take 'em So don't you ever tempt me I'm a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty To my brothers In the barrio You livin' worse than the niggas In the ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion You got love from the niggas in my section Got love, you got problems with the punk police Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me We ain't free I'll be damned if I played a trick For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian bitch (Bitch!) Down with my homeboy Rich Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch And the nigga with a cellular phone Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (That ain't right) And you wonder why we blazin' niggas Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas (What's up kid) And they bound to be fuckups too Drinkin' forties of brew singin' nigga blues (Hey Pac, say what?) Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to) Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to) Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to) Come on, Come on Now I'm headin' for the mothafuckin' penn 4x Can't you see we're raised to all be thugs Makes us do the things we do you got to let a Outlaw Make moves and get a grip That's to you

warm on a cold night amine remix

Yeah, you can keep me warm on a cold night Warm on a cold cold night Hey! Dark night (Cold) Red coupe (Fast) Picked you up on time (Wow) A full house (Cool) Whipping down Sunset (Dark) High beams (Light) No I didn't swipe right (Nah) This was natural (It was) Took off my sweaters, left me with a... wife beater I never hit a girl, but I let my... wife beat her My reason not to reason Always change up like seasons every evening I try to get too even like I'm Steven If I say that I want you then I mean it No sugarcoating, this is potent I wish we would've known what we know now Times get colder, and feelings get bolder Just like Colorado when it snows 'round Got love by the buku, we kick it like jiu-jitsu You always like to post me a couple things from voodoo You say your mama lives vicariously through you Shawty's cool times two, she's cuckoo Girl it's looking like a cold night (It is) So I had to use the foggy lights (I did) No I don't have a Tesla (Nah, but ...) Yeah you can keep me warm on a cold night Warm on a cold cold night Yeah you can keep me warm on a cold night Warm on a cold cold night I want to treat you something special Give you what you deserve I want to take you to paradise In a 1950's Merc And I can't help but wonder Just how we ended up alright And I love you like no other And this has never felt so right You can keep me warm on a cold night Warm on a cold cold night Yeah you can keep me warm on a cold night Warm on a cold cold night Girl you can keep me warm Still live and uncut with your main man Tommy Inglethorpe. I'm continuing to keep you warm on a cold, cold night. And if you still don't got a lover, just close your eyes and let Honne and Aminé guide you through darkness There's just one thing Girl you could have anyone So why you choosing me and not leaving me on my own? Girl you could be with anyone So thanks for making me your number one You can keep me warm on a cold night Warm on a cold cold night Yeah you can keep me warm on a cold night Warm on a cold cold night

green light

One more time While you been lining up these lines, I've been lining up these planets Like I'm getting every green light and you just don't understand it See I'm in tune and you're not, with my crew and you're not, keep the future And my proof cause I'm the truth and you're not While you been lining up these lines, I've been lining up these planets Like I'm getting every green light and you just don't understand it See I'm in tune and you're not, with my crew and you're not, keep the future And my proof cause I'm the truth and you're not I'm in my zone when the sun is going home and the moon is over dome I've been colder than a stone, she got to be a bad if I'm getting off my throne Just to watch her moan and groan that this dick is overgrown My dome is overflown with these joints you're calling home, call your homies It's about to be the shit if you can get into my show I rock until the tick, these honey's tacking on my toes, I'm rapping from The tap like death is wrapping on your dough, these cats ain't doing shit And yet they're stacking up their clothes, like, "maybe this will help my flow Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, I ain't balling when I should be like the Rucker fucking up Man these people don't get genius I'm ahead of everyone, I can't wait until they sign me I'ma sell a million copies, see the world inside a jet until these bitches call me Papi," He says while we're on Venice saying "Will you sign my copy?" I scribble my initials real Sloppy like don't bother me While you been lining up these lines, I've been lining up these planets Like I'm getting every green light and you just don't understand it See I'm in tune and you're not, with my crew and you're not, keep the future And my proof cause I'm the truth and you're not While you been lining up these lines, I've been lining up these planets Like I'm getting every green light and you just don't understand it See I'm in tune and you're not, with my crew and you're not, keep the future And my proof cause I'm the truth and you're not Ayo, it's time to say fuck it, grab a forty and a bucket Cause I'm sitting in my chonies eating poppy seed muffins You gotta beg to put my heat up in the oven, if you wanna Hear me rhyme that'll cost you forty ducats, times a thousand I arouse it with my housing then I Charlie Brown clown 'em, make 'em Bow to the loudness, my prow prowess, she thinking please plow us She wanna buy my dick, thirty, fifty, sixty flowers, this renown Next to my rhyme malice, all these rap renegades they be looking Like cowards, can't see past their bills like mallards, claiming Lions and munching on a salad, get that shit up off my pallet, I stay Kicking in my palace, that's what you wanna get when you're living off Your talents, keep my pen inside my talons tryna write my dream houses That's why your girl's with me tonight, who needs blouses? Yeah, yeah it's electric But I guess if you can't feel it you know, you just ain't built for it I've hard times staying with a bitch that can't stay in tune, you know? I can open doors but if you can't hold the key then there's really not Much more I can do One-two, one-two (yeah, yeah) One-two, one-two (yeah) Yeah, I'm beginning to fall in the center of my basis, and with a deep grin Smile in amazement, these old sneakers changed to alligators, my hand me down Pea coats switched to velvet blazer, born inside an igloo, my pops ice chamber Cooler than what's underneath the ice skater, foolish men who talk big but like Waiting, no legs to stand on, fuck it I can't save'em no, I can't save her Though she's my favorite, she don't want much but to ride my wave and carry my Board through foreign location, she's gorgeous, but a whore's within her DNA And it's important to let you be who you are, I can't force it, I'm mighty morphing Kick it with my yellow ranger niggas salty, and lay down like put him in the coffin Gold crown on my ten-pound​ noggin, I can see the stars align and my God it's a beautiful Time to be shining on point, and pardon me, I just never get the option to ride a beat With this much space often, probably the most underrated yet, elevated flying over California in my saucer, awesome

thats all she wrote

Now I don’t really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before But still, I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' That I’m sewin' up the game, destroyin' like they hate me for it Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me, they join Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned You tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hot Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off Better that than pissed on, I’m the Jetsons, you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time Thought you niggas been known, ain't no blockin' my shine Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind Now I don’t really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate Terrible fate, not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed Wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face Night's over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over Never shoulda came within range of my Rover Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her To still come back to the crib Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up She mistook me for some high roller But I won't buy her soda Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper) Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars You'll get your eyes swolled up I'm on my straight-grizzly So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear? Bitch, you're already bi-polar Now I don’t really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I’m gonna go Still, I ball like there’s no tomorrow Until it's over and that's all she wrote The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it) But don’t get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit (nope) Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch), but she know I’m rich (I'm rich) That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I’m paid, never gon' be broke again See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit Yeah, I’m on another level, but you niggas still can't get it It's all over ‘fore you finish–sorry, bro, this where we end it Won’t give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, Tip? And each one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn’t give you the dirt off my handkerchief I’m givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine Let 'em get a good taste of it I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now But in case you didn't, I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it Double timing it, but I still spit triple the amount of Insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks To catch on; while you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong Man, I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dawg And they say McDonald's isn’t a restaurant, well I guess I’m wrong But if you're gonna tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane I’m as strong as the King, they were gone ‘fore they came Now I don’t wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why Now I don’t really care what you call me You can even call me cold I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I’m gonna go But still I ball like there’s no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

geekin

Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek geek Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Hey, I'm on that geek geek Freaking technology technique-nique Yeah, I flow tight never leak leak I'm the future with a bunch of antique-tique I make Google money, that's a lot of clicks So tell me who the dummy and who's the genius? Yeah, that's why you buy it, use it, use it at it I thought it up and you bought it I ball 'cause I'm technologic Oh, yep, I might it have called He wasn't one but he wasn't old Oze, triple ones, he was an oz Oz, yo, I'm ice cold I am too cool, I am new school I am plus pic, let me take a flick booth Hey y'all, I'm the fucking nerd I'm about to ball real big, Mark Zuckerberg You know the nerd is a perp, what you heard? Ain't need to follow, but lead up, tweety bird Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek geek Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Hey, I roll with gangsta geeks We write code like Dr Dre be making Beats We made an app that a got billion users in a week We bought a boat, four hundred eighty feet I'm so dope, baby I'm a chic geek But ladies know, that's why they send me tweet tweets I let them know that I be on my B.I.Z.' Pimping technology, that's what I be Flossin, Willy on the cover of Fortune Five double 0, sending flows to martians Gold digger pros got me taking precaution 'Cause they just want my dough #extortion But I don't go for that, y'all know my style I rode it out for that, call tricky out I'm so pay, my friends call me pay pal I make a lot of chips, now they call me Intel (geek in) Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on Get my geek on, get my, get my geek Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Here we go, here we, here we go Yo I had a dream and then the dream came true I bought a boat and I bought a private plane too I bought a space ship to go to outer space too And all I had to do is get the ace in the stool Check me out, I'm a, I'm an engineer A mathematician, technician and a visioneer A scientist, the motherfucking nerd The rebirth, the clue, fuck what you heard

mafia land

Yeah, uhh In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all Where loyalty is everything The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets Heh, let me tell you In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans All 'em wanna be the man, right hands wash the left hands Loyalty's priority in this fam Where life's initiated, ain't no givin' it back Once you in it, like Bennett, you'll soon be lieutenant Like me, the Don Juan, that's Yvonne The sweat-a the money getter Coppin' mad cheddar Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition Number one, his name is Barry Madanno Push the phat Milano, '96 stick-shift 'cross the Verrazano I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines Watch how genuine this gold mine recline When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick One chick named Nick thought she was the shit Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry Minutes before I drop her, the *blow! blow! blow!* Like a parolee, the bitch violated So how you like it: coffins or cremated? It ain't a day of my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, it's just me and my niggas It ain't a day of my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, it's just me and my niggas Street murderers, thug parasites We official, no fake gators Coppin' firearms with dud missles We leavin' scar tissues That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut Mob nigga, what! threw the gang sign up The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot On my belt buckles and cracked his middle knuckles Damn! How could a deal for a couple mill Result to such violence And throw our whole shit off balance? But still, they pat me down from all angles Trapped inside the Devil's triangle Like Bo I had the Jangles And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans One cross-eyed and hunchbacked The other must be mixed with Black The third nigga had missin' teeth and tattoo teardrops Long hair, chest felt like a bag of rocks Before this chops I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks The cream in the box, et cetera, et cetera, and it don't stop I got away with everything, the cash and the stash It ain't a day of my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, it's just me and my niggas It ain't a day of my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, it's just me and my niggas So now I'm titled, mission accomplished My man was astonished He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air Stinkin! I know this nigga's thinkin' "Damn! She too little, too pretty, too quiet The bitch is hired," mob's wife for life Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life We increase the price, uhh So guess who the bitch is? But for now I be the mistress It ain't a day of my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, it's just me and my niggas It ain't a day of my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, it's just me and my niggas

on one

Look stop going through my cellphone (Please) Bae trippin', I don't know what the hell wrong Bae dippin' she on some shit I got her Louis luggage packed for the longest trip I'm like girl, you ain't my baby mama (no), you ain't my girlfriend (no) All up in the club, niggas tryna fuck Holdin' bottles up, get you caught up in that whirlwind I text her like "King what you doing?" I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one (I hate that I ever met you, I hate that I ever met you) Boy when I drink with you, I'm on one Damn it boy I hate you so much (I hate that I ever me you) You can blame yourself, for doing it to me Damn I hate you so much, got me feeling like Kelis Yeah, there's so many girls, to my left and my right If I get one more drink, I'mma switch to the other side I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one (I hate that I ever met you, I hate that I ever met you) Boy when I drink with you, I'm on one Damn it boy I hate you so much (I hate that I ever me you) In the club feelin' nice She bet I roll the dice She give me that wet wet I give her this pipe ooh I fly her out when I be out of town Fuck her in the room with the speakers loud, yeah She give me head on the highway She say her favorite position is sideways, ooh Found out she ain't the only girl Sent me straight to the voicemail I text her with a "fuck you at?" She hit back I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one (I hate that I ever met you, I hate that I ever met you) Boy when I drink with you, I'm on one Damn it boy I hate you so much (I hate that I ever me you) I know You a dime piece, but I ain't no side piece And who this other nigga? Cause I got my side piece And I got my side chick, replacement killers This baby sittin' Versace You hate me bitch, but wish you sittin' beside me In the 'Gatti, feelin' like Irv when I swerve Watch me murder the curb Bet it murder your mind, she got words for you birds (I'm in the club) I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one (I hate that I ever met you, I hate that I ever met you) Boy when I drink with you, I'm on one Damn it boy I hate you so much (I hate that I ever me you) I thought you loved me?! You was my baby! My fuckin' cinnamon apple! My rose! You was always there for me! And you wanna leave me for some fuckin' dumb ass nigga?! For some dumb nigga!

6th sense

"Touch, taste, sight, smell, hearing. These are the senses that connect us to the world—but are there more than five senses?" Dreaming of things that two eyes can never see Consciousness future levels that he never did Imagine fathomable, but the story only brings An unimaginable trinity to a king Who traded the adversities of sin So he could transcend to a gloriful place He loved the beneficial fruit, so plentiful in taste And rid superficial delusions of a human race (Race) Visions of that world is what keeps the strong alive But I'm immortal, so my soul's never afraid to die A young pharaoh walking amongst these human lives Consciousness is higher, reaching and grabbing my desires The elevated saint creating with his third eye Woke up out of a dream covered in gold like a wristwatch Now watch as I masterfully steal the top spot I pop like a killer waiting on your doorstop No straps, cause my heart equipped, nigga for combat No rats, finest in my clip, we reinforce that Boss stats, we on our way back we 'bout to change rap Face punt any nigga in our way so keep back The soon debated greatest spitting shit that nigga craving Sixth sense, meditated it all a nigga need to make it, soul go Three smoke, burning sour diesel We float like a fairy out a fucking fable Or a ghost, all a nigga missing is his halo Same flow, don't you niggas think it's time to switch it up Pesos, keep you niggas grindin' like some lame goats You lame goats (No hope) Sixth sense, nigga, why you talkin' you hopeless And if you only use five you soulless Me and my niggas out a scene from out your dreams Showin' niggas life (?) never would've seen Woke up in a cemetary full of martians Body carved and cut up like I was spartan Apart from the rays that band music played Hey, rain on the farm for four days Caged in like a human-headed lion On the sands of Egypt, I pledge allegiance To 40 ounces, ballrooms, and short blouses Stare in that mirror, now watch me get aroused quick Low as the mountain, high as the ground is My mind is on some upside-down shit Irises showing me how powerful the mind is Your highness is sharin' pictures with a talking lioness Beside us, please, is a frying freeze In a planet like ours where the liars lead us You came here tonight crying to be dusk Fuss, grab a knife, fuck life The slut's pray go deeper than nuns say Front row to the streets, gun play Who is to say one is and one's not The rock lives, the Glock gives just one shot, pop! Now you're alive free from all the lies Who knew our dreams would be the afterlife Grab the rifle, shootin' at stars is so delightful Rippin' out hearts, no one likes it like I do I do whatever it takes to get the title Of one, we'll jack it in the sun, son You know the devil only when you become one Kush cloud, now all I need is rum fun Hot stoves, grenades, and sun shades My life is abstract, Picassos and potholes Not knowin' they soul showed through glows I overlap these cons, replacin' them with pros, yo

freak

Flames so hot that they turn blue Palms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer That's the way I feel for you If time stood still, I'd take this moment, make it last forever Your halo's full of fire I'm rising up, rising up My hot love's full of fire Love's full of fire La, ah Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too Screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need To feel like I do We could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it Talk 'til we both turn blue Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too Leather black and eyes of blue (blue, blue, blue) Sun reflecting in your eyes, like an easy rider Life makes sense when I'm with you Looking back, my past It all seems stranger than a stranger So let's dance in slow motion Tear it up, tear it up Let's dance by the ocean Ah, ah Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too Screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need To feel like I do We could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it Talk 'til we both turn blue Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too Ooh-ooh You're cold as ice, baby But when you're nice, baby You're so amazing in every way Ooh-ooh You're cold as ice, baby I don't wanna fight, baby It's like I told you If you stay, I'll stay (yeah) Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too (Take it to the back if you really wanna talk) Screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need To feel like I do (Take it to the back if you really wanna talk) We could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it Talk 'til we both turn blue Baby, if you wanna leave, come to California Be a freak like me, too Hmmm-hmmm-mmmm Hmmm-hmmm-mmmm

project baby

Project baby.... y'all recording?..cameras up? okay! Look...Jit gone hit a lick quick and he can rap He play ball shoot dem dice they like dat How I... tote dat scrap flippin nates they like that! Got outchea and since then, they been fucked up bout lil black Keep my pockets fat, I love em like dat Get down see low game cross town and double back Aye lil kodak I'm from the corna! Im from the noya! Fam tought me how to hold that pistol straight and put it on ya Project ho for a sight they put it on ya, train em for some crip, suck ya up for some zona Ralph Lauren Polo Down Penny Loafers Love robbing niggas I got tired of the popo Blowed basketball ... AAU You got me fucked up I blow this rap shit too I done got back in school they say its the right move I do me and keep it cool Since a toddler I was brought up with that bottom boy knowledge.. turned a penny to a dollar Wally taught me how to water whip, sticky palm olive was a jit like Look at all dem bubbles at da bottom Project Rugrat, Im where they slung at Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack 8th grade goonin, 9th grade foolin, 10th grade coolin might come out with a movie Middle school... fool with that ball High school... can't tell me nothing at all 14 what I was shooting was not balls, bout to be 16 they gone know bout ya boy! He a jit! but he ain't gone run up on ya like no jit cause he dead broke and he looking for a fix He a fool with it but youngin he cool with it go to school with it He gone bring that tool in it Cash for gold junky, ain't fucking round with no monkeys Ain't fucking round with no beans, ain't fucking round with no dummies Them cougars on me, oh them grown hoes wanna throw that coochie on me, just bring them social cards to em ...they look up to lil kodak I tell em haaaaa takecover im bout to blow and they know dat! Get ratchet with it ooo I love going on them missions Bring that ratchet with me and they be like kodak you tripping Cause I popped a molly and I be happy on them missions I get real retarded, slap a nigga with that pistol My nigga fam put that beast in me and I miss em Jaw-locked, mouth all twisted on them mission Juvenile detention center, SAME LIL NIGGA From a loser to a winner im that, SAME LIL NIGGA In a stolo! riding round dolo! do all my shit solo! car smelling like dodo! PROJECT BABY!

get to me

I won't let you I won't let them I won't let them (Everything foreign nigga) I won't let em I won't let em get to me I won't let you I won't let you get to me I won't let them I won't let them get to me I won't let you I won't let you get to me I won't let them I won't let them get to me I won't let you I won't let you get to me I won't let them I won't let you get to me I won't let you Too much blessings over me I can't let you, (I can't) I can't let you get to me I can't let you, (I can't, I can't) No I won't let you get to me No, no, I won't let you get to me I won't let you get to me Too much blessings over me Way to focused, bitch I'm chosen Heart so cold, bitches frozen Count that guapo, they killed my kiddos Stay away from weirdos, 'gotta tint my windows 'Gotta find my grooving again, gotta get back moving again 'gotta add that half it again, step on they neck for the win 'Gotta add that ace to the end, I'ma rep that shit to the end I'ma skert, skert, skert in the Benz, them birds chirp, chirpin' again I'ma keep shit jig with the woadies, I'ma keep good kush in the stogie In the rap game young like Kobe Knowing none of y'all niggas can hold me Knowing none of y'all niggas can hold me Knowing none of y'all niggas don't know me Knowing most of y'all niggas so phony Long as none of y'all niggas don't owe me Yea, yea I won't let them I won't let them get to me I won't let you I won't let you get to me I won't let them I won't let you get to me I won't let you Too much blessings over me I can't let you, (I can't) I can't let you get to me I can't let you, (I can't' I can't) No I won't let you get to me No, no, I won't let you get to me I won't let you get to me Too much blessings over me Living in glory I got no worries Pulling up wherever it's at, I'm like Steph Curry Been a long-long journey I never been perfect You 'gotta be worthy A nigga done flourished Put your mind on the mula still doing my thing hallelujah Ain't never gonna trip on the rumors Had to give myself a lil' little tune-up Ain't fucking with the lames i'm allergic I'ma shine so bright on purpose What's a king to a god to a serpent Trying to be a way-way better version Of me Beast Focused on living my dreams Celebrate it with the team Want it so bad I could scream Many people hope I'm folding Bad bitches on my notice Rap niggas still be trolling Watching everything I'm posting I won't let them I won't let them get to me I won't let you I won't let you get to me I won't let them I won't let you get to me I won't let you Too much blessings over me I can't let you, (I can't) I can't let you get to me I can't let you, (I can't' I can't) No I won't let you get to me No, no, I won't let you get to me I won't let you get to me Too much blessings over me No I can't let you get to me I can't let you I can't let you get to me I won't let them get to me I won't let them...

so damn fucked up

I gotta get some weed every morning just to medicate Codeine for lunch, make a nigga have a laker face Purple, dirty Sprite, drank, Juicy get a better rate If I got twenty beans, nineteen I'ma take So damn fucked up, I don't give a damn, bruh I'm chugging lean, taking beans, I do all kinds of things I got three chicks in my room, I'm just like Charlie Sheen I keep that Henny and Ciroc on deck by any means Cigarillos and weed, what kind? Blue dream I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, I ain't never stop it Loritabs, Vicodin, and Xanax, I keep it popping All the chicks got naked, I was like, hold up a second Let me put a rubber on so tommorow I won't regret it Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, marijuana You can do it if you wanna I mix up three different kind of weeds, I call it Osama Wild like a young nigga living with his momma Geeked up, playing Xbox all day They don't go to school, they don't have a job, but they paid They stay fresh, got the latest pair of Jays Riding in the Charger, wanging bass, trippy mane

dogs out

This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to The streets, this is dedicated to And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf It's just D And the dog is out Started gettin a little too big for the cage that I been trapped in Cats new it was a problem, went from robbin to rappin Guns got the clappin, another trip to the morgue We all know why it's happenin, another bit by the dog When there's nothin left to eat, I ate away at my soul Felt destructive cause I don't give a fuck if I go I know y'all been told I don't give a fuck about livin Killin other dogs got you cats chasin bitches Got me itchin to bring back the beast from within What I catch I'mma eat, in the streets I'mma win I've been top dog and I'mma stay top dog So what the fuck you got to say dog? You cats play games that dog ain't with Suck my dick, behind my back dog ain't shit Well this is it, from now on if you ain't out the camp We out to clamp, put 'em up against the champ You bitch And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf It's just D And the dog is out, c'mon c'mon I don't think you cats see too clearly If it ain't that you must be deaf, cause y'all niggas don't hear me But I know I got you scared to death How many other niggas you know when you see 'em make you hold your breath? All a nigga did was take a pause Did a couple of movies and you thought this whole rap shit was yours? Stop being greedy, when was the last time you gave to the needy Believe me, I run through niggas like hallways with the cops behind Give it to a nigga all day cause I pops the nine Man listen, if you don't wanna see your man missin, man listen I get dough like a nigga in a up north flick And still roll like a nigga on some up north shit The way dog flip out, cats'll never understand Niggas be like "X I thought I was your man!" Not! This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to The streets, this is dedicated to My dogs is dogs that love to brawl Bring as many as you got cause we gon fuck 'em all Dicksucked in the hall The same shorty thats puttin any work on her knees I'm duckin her call A dog is a dog is a dog for life, dog been a dog, dog in your wife I got kids this age But let 'em keep talkin slick and I'm gon put somethin hot up in his ribcage When the dog is out, bitch ass niggas get bit or fucked One or the two, and I'm not Ja Rule Feel me? Aight

born to die

Feet don’t fail me now Take me to the finish line Oh my heart, it breaks every step that I take But I’m hoping at the gates They’ll tell me that you’re mine Walking through the city streets Is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone on the Friday nights Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine? It's like I told you, honey Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your boys insane Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die Lost but now I am found I can see but once I was blind I was so confused as a little child Tried to take what I could get Scared that I couldn't find All the answers, honey Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your boys insane Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I... We were born to die We were born to die Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your boys insane Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your boys insane Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die We were born to die We were born to die We were born to die

i aint got time

Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio! (God I love this sample) We're going to dance And exercise And have some fun I ain't got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time Boy, I need a Kleenex How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it That I got this car, so I take the scenic Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix First, happy birthday! You bitch ass nigga, yup I'm thirsty Them little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me I ain't fuck with you bitch ass in the first place I ain't got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time Nat Turner would be so proud of me 'Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me I bet they all looking from the crowd at me And if I ask them, they would bow at me But you're a house nigga, so you don't know How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose And my big dick and my short hair 'Cause you already know how slow my shit grow (Hey) Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil' Next line will have 'em like "Whoa" I've been kissing white boys since 2004 One me, two feet, three mmms Four, five, six years ago sucked Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized 'Cause Vans fucked up I'ma read commas, you gon' leave comments Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada You ain't important I'ma keep sporting All smiles over here Shout out to The Garden (Tick tock) (And that's a fact boy!) And I just handle all my business like a chess board (Tick tock, tick, tock) And at them Golf boys? That's my motherfucking set, boy Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda Walk weird 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda With a Skywalker, riding 'round solar Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola I'm getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa What's that thick odor? Young Millie T A young, focused black boy, oh silly me (I ain't got time!) Better talk shit 'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf shit Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down I'm Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down (Boy I ain't got time!) Yeah right now 'Cause niggas dying every day and I ain't light brown And i-D ain't wanna give a nigga no post So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue (Nigga I ain't got time!) Listen man, I'm that boy All you little niggas clones Boy I fill that void You better kill that noise Turn around and remap route When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth Bitch Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Fuck, hello

house of balloons glass table girls

Been on another level since you came, no more pain You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me If it hurts to breathe, open a window (Woo-ooh) Oh, your mind wants to leave (leave), but you can't go Oh, This is a happy house (a happy house), we're happy here (we're happy here) In a happy house, oh this is fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, fun, fun, fun Music got you lost Nights pass so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift This place will burn you up But baby it's okay, them my niggas next door And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want So don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home So don't blame it on me, girl, cause you wanted to have fun If it hurts (Woo) to breathe, open a window (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (Ooh) This is a happy house, we're happy here In a happy house, oh this is fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun) Fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun to me) Fun, fun, fun, fun (Fun) Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 7 Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it Then watch us chase it With a handful of pills, no chasers Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers And she bad and her head bad Escaping, her van is a Wonderland And it's half-past six Read skies cause time don't exist But when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines back at the crib And we can test out the tables We got some brand new tables All glass and it's four feet wide But it's a must to get us ten feet high She give me sex in a handbag I get her wetter than a wet nap And no closed doors So I listen to her moans echo "I heard he do drugs now" You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute We just never act a fool That's just how we fuckin' live it And when we act a fool It's probably cause we mixed it Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey Them white boys know the deal Ain't no fuckin' phony Big O know the deal He the one who showed me Watch me ride this fucking beat Like he fuckin' told me "Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?" "She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony" I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story Yeah I'm talking 'bout you, man, get to know me Ain't no offense, though, I promise you If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables (Ooh, ooh) Bring the 707 out La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables (Ooh, ooh) Bring the 707 out La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh) Bring the 707 out La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Bring the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Bring the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

strangeulation ii

Deevil! Prayin' at 12:12 for hell, felon to sell And slept on a bed of nails, like nothing I've ever felt Ghost in a shell was molded with other demons As if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen Got it, my brain is rotted, I swear to God that I'm not it I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted I ain't highest of high then the hydra have used adrenaline Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon Then I'm in enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping a angel Said I was magnifique, ya'll ain't fuckin' with it, capiche? Not as safe as you would've thought with the devil under your feet They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction Ain't nothing to it but to do it, I'm a mummy rappin' So get to clappin' or dissin' the clan you hatin' Listen, the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation Stevie Stone, I'm on it, I'm so clever Nobody comparing, I'm better, I put shit together America's most elaborate rap, pick ya head up, huh Small talkin'll get you wet up, huh, yeah I'm ready to kill all you niggas The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a mill And yeah, I mill' all you niggas Ain't even reach out they climax, rather my celing on niggas And backin' a back, I'll backhand Billy you niggas Get busy on niggas, this ain't no random some leakage Stonie in the building, the bitches pull out their cleavage The snake and the bat, you see them prominent features The species, Strangeland, we rain on your region, huh Meat wagon, I come, I be taggin' 'em Baggin' 'em, bring 'em clusters of three, got three magnums Gaggin' em out, you pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out, I'm tappin' 'em out Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids And the danger is, now I'm doin' stranger biz About to make the world forget about what a major is Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout 'em out And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh But maybe I'm just hatin' 'cause my black ass could never sing And fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife Kevin and eleven of 'em, revvin' up the engines We bubblin' up like 7-Up, then when We shoot that shit, we eat that shit for din-din, grrr I don't need ya fuckin' okay, ah, are you serious? I'm okay I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious What, you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit Like a skitzo, stick that shit, that shit, like a automatic pistol grip? No! I created this fast rap, I'm past that I put a gat in that ass crack and blast that I'm light years ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumbs Grrr, my nigga, I'm a carnivore Ready for any kind of war, any kind of score

the world is yours

(It's yours) Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I’m throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timbs on my feet makes my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip, we box up crazy bitches Aimin' guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days We sell it, smoke pays, while all the old folks pray To Jesús, soakin' their sins in trays of holy water Odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did He'll lead a right direction How you livin'? Large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) Break it down It's yours, it's yours It's yours, it's yours I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow ‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up Even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom The crew is lampin', Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames Plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) Yeah, the world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) Yeah, a'ight? To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours!) The world is yours To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours!) The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours!) The world is yours Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours!) Long Island, yo the world is yours (It's yours!) Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It's yours!) South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours!) Aight

leonardo

Chcesz potańczyć, choć masz szpilki Potkniesz się o muffinki, jest następnych sto, sto Znikasz stąd jak gwiazdki Milky, jak Shaggy Albo Lil' Kim, albo jak nie wiem, ktoś, kto? Wczoraj był, a dziś go nie ma, bo marzenia o karierach To nadzieja co zabiera, lub zabrała cię I jak widzę się na scenach, na bankietach i premierach Czasami do mnie dociera, gdzie jest stary Que? Ona ledwie mnie widziała, ale mówi "skarbie" Przysięgam, że nie spodziewałem się gdzie się znajdę Tonący chwytasz się brzytwy jak jebany barber No a moi ludzie wchodzą tu jak Peaky Blinders Mimo wszystko ciągle siedzi we mnie niepoprawność Patrzę na te stare zdjęcia, myślę "nie tak dawno" Polskie rapy, fascynuje mnie ich nieporadność Nie potrzebujemy nagród tak jak Leonardo Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Powiedz tym sukom, że hajs łatwo nie wróci już Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Powiedz tym sukom, że hype łatwo nie wróci już Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Powiedz tym sukom, że blask łatwo nie wróci już Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Bo teraz u swoich ludzi, dwie minuty i mnie kochasz znów Robię dziesięć rzeczy naraz, jestem Leonardo Oni myślą że zabawa, że nam leją alko Pod ścianką tańczymy tango tu z Ewą Farną I tyle klocków, że zazdrość od Legolandów Chciała mnie dotknąć, ja swatam ją tylko z klamką Ona chce rozmów, ja dawno już jestem Van Gogh Bo jestem dla niej na sławę potężną szansą Pyta czym pachnę, odparłem jej, że to banknot Ona wciąż pragnie tej sławy Chce stać tu na scenie gdy gram (ty no, u mnie też) Widzisz no, gramy C'est la Vie A ona znów pręży się tam, atakuje flash Patrzę na te stare zdjęcia, chyba było warto Nie chcę nudy, chcę by życie było piękną draką Proszę panów, miłe panie, oto Quebo, Taco W swoim fachu bez rywali tak jak Leonardo Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Powiedz tym sukom, że hajs łatwo nie wróci już Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Powiedz tym sukom, że hype łatwo nie wróci już Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Powiedz tym sukom, że blask łatwo nie wróci już Da Vinci, Di Caprio, Bonucci Bo teraz u swoich ludzi, dwie minuty i mnie kochasz znów Brudne banknoty leżą na stole Śpiewają smutniej niż Leonard Cohen Nawet was nie znam, wiem o was tonę Ja sekretne życie jak Leonard Cohen Brudne banknoty leżą na stole Śpiewają smutniej niż Leonard Cohen Nawet was nie znam, wiem o was tonę Ja sekretne życie jak Leonard Cohen

i see fire

Oh misty eye of the mountain below Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke Keep watching over Durin's sons If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night Calling out father oh, stand by and we will Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side And if we should die tonight, we should all die together Raise a glass of wine for the last time Calling out father oh, prepare as we will Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side Desolation comes upon the sky Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees And I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, blood in the breeze And I hope that you remember me Oh, should my people fall then surely I'll do the same Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame Calling out father oh, hold fast and we will Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side Desolation comes upon the sky Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees And I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, blood in the breeze And I hope that you remember me And if the night is burning, I will cover my eyes For if the dark returns then my brothers will die And as the sky's falling down it crashed into this lonely town And with that shadow upon the ground I hear my people screaming out Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, blood in the breeze I see fire (oh you know I saw a city burning out) I see fire (feel the heat upon my skin) I see fire And I see fire burn auburn on the mountainside

who do we think we are

When was the last time we got to be 100% real, ya'll? I don't want ya'll holding back nothing! Who do we think we are? Baby, tell me, who do we think we are? We made a lot of magic It’s the only way we know Let’s trip the night fantastic Light it up, tell me more, explore We love, we love, we love the stars We could fall so hard The drinks, the minks, the jewels, the house, the cars Why’d we ball so hard? Yeah, I’m not afraid to fly Here we are, in the air, barely breathing And we’re not afraid to die Who do we think we are? Baby, tell me, who do we think we are? Who do we think we are? Baby, tell me, who do we think we are? We’ve got a lot of nerve, girl We walk around here like we own this place See my jewels dripping on my Timberlands Stepping like a criminal, success is so imminent Pink champagne, black Rolls Royce Eggplant double breasted suit from Tom Ford Bon voyage, left haters in the fog Look up in the sky, bet you recognize a boss Look into my eyes as I fantasize for us Still actin’ shy like this is summer class crush Money comin’ fast, I’m never in a rush, no Plus another twenty in the tuck Semi in the truck, another forty on the wrist Quarter-mill on my mind got me livin’ like I pitch Dodging Robin Givens, balling like I’m Roger Clemens Still in the game, uniform all linen She get Chanel, ski trips to Vail Only the highest grade, like trees that I inhale Yeah, I’m not afraid to fly Here we are, in the air, barely breathing And we’re not afraid to die Who do we think we are? Baby, tell me, who do we think we are? Who do we think we are? Baby, tell me, who do we think we are? Who do we think we are? I don’t know about y’all, but I feel good tonight There’s something in the air tonight You know, everyone needs someone to look up to Why shouldn't it be us? Who do we think we are? Tell me, who do we think we are? Who do we think we are? Tell me, who do we think we are? This is our song – our song for the future

choppa wont miss

Yeah, we ain't wastin' no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't, huh, red dot) (Yeah, uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah) She hop on the dick and she split, huh Hop on my dick like a bitch, huh Suck on my dick like a tick, huh (What? What? Uh) You a copier, yeah, you like to copy shit (Carti) You wasn't even on the style until young Carti popped this shit I got hella hoes (Whoa) On some poppin' shit (Whoa, whoa) Need a poppin' bitch Need a solid bitch, harder than a brick Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge Choppa won't miss a nigga Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga Always runnin' with my gun Young nigga shoot for fun Put some money on your head I sell your ass for ten I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit I got bitches on top of bitches and all my bitches tens I still don't dance, no Milly Rock (Rock) Just hide it in my sock I got bitches in the lot (Lot) Pourin' up the pop (Pop) (Yeah, straight savage, slatt, huh, huh, huh, woo) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Grra, grra) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga Grra, Jeffery, uh 30 round drum in the jean jacket (30 round drum in the jacket) None of my jeans come in baggy I never go for a chain snatch (I never go for a chain snatch) I been hit that, that's the same, yeah (Ha, yeah, uh, yeah) 320 all on the dash A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon (Huh, ha) Me and the dogs smokin' nothin' but nasty (Dog) Fuck the law and whoever askin' (Yeah, yeah) Cheated on my bitch with a bitch so you know she was livid (Yeah) Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties (Yeah) 'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a motherfuckin' midget (Yeah) Bank with my card, I go hard in every city Every one of the dogs got some hoes in every city That's funny, ho, why that bitch say that we live here? Ran over the law if I tell 'em, "Ayy, let's get it" Platinum way, let's get it Diamonds in my face, let's get it I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, ayy Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Choppa won't miss a nigga) Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Yeah) Hundred round drum killin' everybody (Red dot) Choppa won't miss a nigga Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew Pew

material girl

I got a confession to make I don't rush a date Commitment is an enemy to me But ever since her lips touched my face It's like a kiss was laced I'm feein', I'm feenin', I'm feenin' I usually like to slow down the pace Love to tease and play But girl I need to be direct with you Cause in my mind your voice just replays Like a broken tape What you do, what you do, what you do Gon' make a nigga buy a ring for your finger Jimmys for your feet Jeans for that back Lingerie for the sheets Material girl, anything you need And I'mma give it to you, to you I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all Super star undercover You're my number one fan Give it to me right Watch the diamond glow your hand Get you wetter than reverb, right after the dessert Baby you're my Dairy Queen Watch you make my baby cream Lady, you're the one that I want to spend my cash on Spend my cash on my baby like Baby, just make sure that you'll always put your man on You gon' make a nigga buy a ring for your finger Jimmys for your feet Jeans for that back Lingerie for the sheets Material girl, anything you need And I'mma give it to you, to you I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all Tripping over you like a crack on the floor Can't settle with a taste Baby girl, give me more Baby take the keys to my ride, to my home Girl, I'mma make it rain like a tropical storm Tripping over you like a crack on the floor Can't settle with a taste Baby girl, give me more Baby take the keys to my ride, to my home Girl, I'mma make it rain like a tropical storm Ring for your finger Jimmys for your feet Jeans for that back Lingerie for the sheets Material girl, anything you need And I'mma give it to you, to you I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all Ring for your finger Jimmys for your feet Jeans for that back Lingerie for the sheets Material girl, anything you need And I'mma give it to you, to you I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all I'mma give it all, all, all, all, all, all, all

februarys confessions

It's your boy Lil B You know I got a lot of shit on my mind Got a lot of things I just need to talk about First off I want tell everybody I love them And I just appreciate being alive You feel me? I bring you back to last year No dollars bruh Until we changed the game The whole world followed us A lot of people part of us But they not who started us They stealing money Now acting like they charging us It's not about the money It's the attitude that's harming us Had the team thinking I was leaving on the charter bus What's this about the album? Niggas is so foul Saying "our management" (What?) But they don't manage shit (Never) Niggas left me in the park for five years I got stabbed in my back Man up, that shit's real Niggas know that I love 'em to the end And if you is my friend you gon' tell me what it is I'm all ears and I keep my eyes open Last time I fell asleep I left the game wide open Last time I fell asleep I almost got my neck broken Charge it to the hood I might leave his face smoking Lil B What has happened to me? Oh... Sh... Yes... You know I'll just... I'll never do it again Bruh, a lot of niggas claiming they got trust issues Man, if I smell a sucker I can't fuck with you Every year a nigga switch up on you Man he say he called my phone He was never my homie All of a sudden niggas start to think we're friends from Middle School That's why I never spoke on you in my interviews They say I'm crazy cause I'm fucked up, maybe I been ran over, played with, left for crazy I been locked in that courtroom, down in Oakland Nigga scarred from YA But he kept on rolling We all sing the same tune But I chose to wake up Changed my whole mindset and I got my cake up But I ain't change too much Niggas still is leeches Still got the same skin and I'm happy I'm breathing And if I wronged you in my past I'm sorry I suffer inside and that's the worst thing for me Lil B Man, I got so many questions Like I said They ask If I could do it again all over again, would I do it? Yeah, I'd do it all over again But do it way better I love this life Gotta do it for my uncles You don't even know what's in my soul They deserve the whole goal (I love y'all!) They wanted me to stop But I gotta keep going I ride through West Oakland I'm near the Greyhound I put the grapes down cause these niggas like me slipping I stay with the Mac It's sorta like I'm pimping I can't speak on it But I don't condone it Live your own life and be happy for them moment Just cause you got it don't mean you own it Just cause you bought it don't mean that you flaunt it We starving at the moment Sitting in the office Another damn referral, man I see this paper often Fuck 'em if they don't understand my genius, bitch I'll be Albert Einstein times a million, bitch And I'm still saving people on a daily basis Another reason why these bitch motherfuckers hating It's Lil Boss I'm Lil Boss Lil Berkeley Lil B Lil Based God Lil Based Some motherfuckers even had the nerve to say Lil Bitch Fuck 'em Bitch Mob fi-yaaah You feel me?

alphabet boy

Ah ah ah, buh-buh-buh-buh Ah ah ah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh Ah ah ah, buh-buh-buh-buh Buh-buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh Buh-buh-buh-buh Always aiming paper airplanes at me when you're around You build me up like building blocks just so you can bring me down You can crush my candy cane but you'll never catch me cry If you dangle that diploma and I dead, you don't be surprised I know my ABC's, yet you keep teaching me I say fuck your degree, alphabet boy You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy I'm not a little kid now, watch me get big now Spell my name on a fridge now, with all your alphabet toys You won the spelling bee now, but are you smarter than me now? You're the prince of the playground, little alphabet boy Ah ah ah, buh-buh-buh-buh Ah ah ah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh Ah ah ah, buh-buh-buh-buh Buh-buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh Buh-buh-buh-buh Apples aren't always appropriate apologies Butterscotch and bubblegum drops are bittersweet to me You call me a child while you keep counting all your coins But you're not my daddy and I'm not your dolly And your dictionary's destroyed I know my ABC's, yet you keep teaching me I say fuck your degree, alphabet boy You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy I'm not a little kid now, watch me get big now Spell my name on a fridge now, with all your alphabet toys You won the spelling bee now, but are you smarter than me now? You're the prince of the playground, little alphabet boy Alphabet boy, oh, alphabet boy Alphabet boy, alphabet boy My alphabet boy, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I'm not a little kid now, watch me get big now Spell my name on a fridge now, with all your alphabet toys You won the spelling bee now, but are you smarter than me now? You're the prince of the playground, little alphabet boy (Ah-ah-ah, buh-buh-buh-buh) (Ah-ah-ah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) Alphabet boy (Ah-ah-ah, buh-buh-buh-buh) Oh, yeah (Buh-buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh) (Buh-buh-buh-buh) Alphabet boy (Ah-ah-ah, buh-buh-buh-buh) Alphabet boy (Ah-ah-ah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) (Ah ah ah, buh-buh-buh-buh) (Buh-buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh) (Buh-buh-buh-buh) Alphabet boy

lets dance

Hey! What's your name? Oh, that's nice Me? I'm Wolf, you can call me Tyler though I'm eighteen, you from around here? Oh, you look like my next victim I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister While James is jamming on the mixer We can play Twister naked Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister That's another topic, we should start a project You could be the lab rat, I could be the doctor Let me drug you up and put different things in you But I'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out Now I can draw your face up pretty Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty Or I can get the hand held and hold held titty And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you Teenage parties, I recommend you Never get drunk with a nigga like us But I kinda like your company And you rubbing on my dick, yeah it comforts me Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, I brought one Herpes virus, yeah bitch, I fought one I don't want you to have my permit yet That I just haven't came up with a name yet I got some new shit, well technically, I got a new dick The other one fell off in a pulpit A gay coaches' white grease and Chris Stokes Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke Funny, right? Ha-ha, this shit's jokes I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote Hey, you right there In that pretty red dress, let's dance I said hey, you right there In that pretty red dress, let's fuck (rough) Well, I have a gram cupcake mix Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him But I don't do the syrup, I just do the sniffles Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch I gotta riddle What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle I'm tryna get your puss, your pimple is a push Away from the tush, I don't smoke kush I don't do drugs, I don't even club I don't drink beer, why the fuck am I here The girls are really cute but there on X And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex And you might be next, you pass out on Me and your mouth drool, throw you in my van now it's carpool Let you rest your ass on my dick like a barstool Going deep like a scuba with the snorkle You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty I'mma drop you off home quickly You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening And leave your house empty, your neighbors didn't see me Your never gonna get me, your self respect were skimpy You was up thirty, now you're down fifty Abracadabra your memory I'm tricky You are what I rob so I guess your pussy empty Just like your home by taking the store of oreos Over by the cabin of cheerios and the mint tea Yep. But.. I had fun, tonight..

jesus piece

Tell 'em pray for me It was God that brought Dre to me Even brought the nigga Kanye for me Bless - but them niggas shot Big Made a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he live Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap Thinking back to that beamer, wish my nigga Pac was strapped But I'm dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni's son's bullet scars Everybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cards Not the deck though Hip Hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco Memoirs of the gold chain It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane Black Versaces with the gold frame Nigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim 14 had a brain that could throw flames So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece) That's the crack music, nigga Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga I'm not an army, I'm a movement The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him Ice Cubin', roof translucent Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose When I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe? Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water Rocks in my ears sunk the Titanic This is my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it God says everything happens for a reason I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing Cookin' up in the same pot they ain't got to pee in Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece) Pieces on gold leashes Cruisers, around greases make them cohesive I'm the sun shining with God features Draw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacher Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders We throw the peace up, knowing that the world need us Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights To sacrifices we made it's sorta Christ-like At the after party thinking what the afterlife's like He paid for our sins, is it really priced right? Fuck it, I see the light, broads, they see the light Can't deny my Jesus piece that’s so Peter-like Chicks crow for dough, get low for mo' A convo piece, she end up at the condo Another Jane Doe or a golden angel Pendant on an angle, watch the chain glow Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece)

snitch

Double X on the track, bitch! Je ne sais rien du tout Je ne sais plus Non, non Je ne sais pas Je vais rentrer tard ou pas Je ne sais pas Bébé tu connais j'mène la vida loca (vida loca loca) That's right La famille avant tout, faut protéger nos gars (à jamais, à jamais) Je marche avec elle mais j'évite les faux pas (je marche avec elle, je marche avec elle), hmm Assumer au cas où tu sais qu'il le faudra (jamais) Chez nous, aucune pitié pour toi poucave (non, non, non, non) (jamais) T'aurais jamais dû écouter l'avocat (non, non, non) Mieux vaut être enfermé dans un local, qu'avoir les couilles découpées dans un bocal Vivre tourmenté ça le vaut pas, garde ton calme, annote vocal Je la ferme quand on m'attrape, je ne sais plus rien Ces pédés font de la trap mais te laissent en chien La dignité avant tout, celui triste au fond du trou Aucun n'arrive à me mettre à bout, non J'ai le cœur qui bat à la chamade quand j'entends le pin-pom, le pin-pom, même moi Non j'ai rien vu, j'ai rien entendu, on m'a troué les tympans Je n'entends pas, j'suis au 36 je pense à elle Chacun fera ce qu'il faut ma belle Silencieuse comme une momie On s'est juré un jour, raccroché c'est promis (promis) On se verra à la sortie J'suis pas une salope Aucune pitié pour toi poucave (non, non, non, non) T'aurais du jamais écouter l'avocat (jamais) (non, non, non) Mieux vaut être enfermé dans un local, qu'avoir les couilles découpées dans un bocal Vivre tourmenté ça le vaut pas, garde ton calme, annote vocal Kalash je me rappelle que tu m'as dit "on ira loin" (kalash) Hollywood Boulevard en train de tirer sur mon joint (kalash) Je regarde les étoiles il est minuit sur ma montre (kalash) Même si tous les jours les poucaves nous envoient à l'ombre Allah ister maudits, à 300 dans l'Audi Tu sais depuis petit, j'écoute jamais c'qu'on m'dit La Lamborghini est devant, derrière y'a l'avocat Au bled je retourne souvent, faut une baraque pour Papa On s'est vu on s'est plu, j'me rappelle comme si c'était hier Aujourd'hui on n's'ait plus, on s'est revu on s'est tu Je sais que je vais mourir seul, Mama, la rue t'a volé ton garçon J'vends de la haine à personne La cocaïne est dans le poisson Yeah, yeah, Lacrim Aucune pitié pour toi poucave (non, non, non, non) (jamais) Tu aurais jamais du écouter l'avocat (non, non, non) Mieux vaut être enfermé dans un local, qu'avoir les couilles découpées dans un bocal Vivre tourmenté ça le vaut pas, garde ton calme, annote vocal, hein Reste loyal Aucune pitié pour toi poucave

girls like you remix

Spent 24 hours I need more hours with you You spent the weekend Getting even, ooh We spent the late nights Making things right between us But now it's all good, babe Roll that backwood, babe, and play me close (Yeah) 'Cause girls like you Run 'round with guys like me 'Til sundown when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Girls like you Love fun, and yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you I spent last night On the last flight to you (Ay) Took a whole day up Tryna get way up, ooh We spent the daylight Tryna make things right between us But now it's all good, babe Roll that backwood, babe, and play me close 'Cause girls like you Run 'round with guys like me 'Til sundown when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Girls like you Love fun, and yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you Maybe it's six forty-five, maybe I'm barely alive Maybe you've taken my shit for the last time, yeah Maybe I know that I'm drunk, maybe I know you're the one Maybe I'm thinking it's better if you drive Not too long ago, I was dancing for dollars (Eeoow) Know it's really real if I let you meet my mama (Eeoow) You don't want a girl like me, I'm too crazy But every other girl you meet is fugazy (Okurrrt) I'm sure them other girls were nice enough But you need someone to spice it up So who you gonna call? Cardi, Cardi Come and rev it up like a Harley, Harley Why is the best fruit always forbidden? (Huh?) I'm coming to you now doin' 20 over the limit (Wooh) The red light, red light stop, stop (Skrrt) I don't play when it comes to my heart, let's get it though I don't really want a white horse and a carriage (Carriage) I'm thinkin' more a white Porsches and carats I need you right here 'cause every time you're far I play with this kitty like you play wit' your guitar, ah 'Cause girls like you Run 'round with guys like me 'Til sundown when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Girls like you Love fun, and yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I need a girl like you

official

Hard to read, you could be OCD You could be bad for me, you could say anything Sometimes I get a bit TMI, little bit scared of heights Little afraid to say You know the things that make me smile The face I make before my tears fall down The things that I feel when you're acting suspicious You know the place I run to hide I take my problems there to work ’em out The things that I say when you don't wanna listen Things that you say when I make bad decisions Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen I remember our first date No chocolate and no bouquet But the way that you kissed me These are the things that could make us official Look at us, isn't it obvious? Is it so dangerous? Is it so complicated? You know the shapes my body makes Under the sheets at 4 AM with you The things that we break when we’re switchin' positions You know the words to my mistakes You understand because you made 'em too The things that I say when you don't wanna listen Things that you say when I make bad decisions Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen I remember our first date No chocolate and no bouquet But the way that you kissed me These are the things that could make us official All of the things that we sometimes forget All of the dreams that you put in my head I'm still asleep, but there's breakfast in bed These are the things that could make us official Maybe the sky might not always be blue All of my wishes will never come true It doesn't matter 'cause I’m here with you This stuff could make us official So tell all your friends ’cause we're goin’ official Things that you say when I make bad decisions Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen I remember our first date No chocolate and no bouquet But the way that you kissed me These are the things that could make us official These are the things that could make us official These are the things that could make us official I remember our first date No chocolate and no bouquet But the way that you kissed me These are the things that could make us official

gimmie that money

Back when I was a young nigga playing in the sand I had some big dreams so I made a little plan You was out partying while I was thinking in advance Tryna get right hoping that one day I'd be the man The years went by, I was M.I.A I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way I saved nickels and quarters till I could afford a studio To record and then get money off the shit I say Then my dream came true and the fraud niggas came out See me ballin' out, they think we all gettin' paid now Talking like "Hopsin, oh you're a great pal" Fuck you, stick my balls in your dang mouth Now every other week you hit me up for money Frontin' like you always been down (pal!) But back then when a nigga was living bummy Your ass was nowhere to be found (wow!) Look my nigga (Marcus) I ain't tryin to be one of ya fake ass goldigger Homies that's not it (that's not what I'm doin) But can I borrow 500 dollers I'mma pay ya ass back next week I promise (please) I can't even make friends 'Cause all they ever do is ask for my money They like, "Let me have this, let me have that Let me have this" and they keep on coming, man "Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money" There was a chick I asked out back in ’06 Made her a love song, and she was like “No bitch” Gave me the song back, and I was like “Oh shit I’m so stupid, I should’ve never wrote this” She was a dime piece, top of the list A Latin girl, and her skin had a tropical twist She never used to call me, I always had to call her And deep down inside it was making my heart hurt So her life went on, she didn’t even involve me Then last year I ran into her in a Walgreens She was like, “Marcus, how are you? (oh my God) You finally made it, I’m so proud of you” So the next day she called me and asked to kick it For the sake of the old me that was sad, I did it Come to find out she was never that terrific Especially a week later when she asked me this shit “Hey um, Marcus, I really really hate to be a bother But my rent is due, and I’m like broke as fuck So can you please lend me ten hundred dollars, please” I can't even make friends 'Cause all they ever do is ask for my money They like, "Let me have this, let me have that Let me have this" and they keep on coming, man "Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money" Mmm-hmm See my ex girl think she slick Man let me tell ya how she tried to do me She said she didn’t have a vehicle to drive to work in So she came and asked me for 2 Gs And although I wasn’t that concerned She said her mom would pay me back, soon as she got her tax return So I committed and did it, thinkin’ she wouldn’t forget it But she forgot it, now my stomach got a nasty burn I called her! And said, “Bitch! Where my money?! You got that?!” She said, “Not yet, see my mom’s mad She said she isn’t gonna pay, you can drop dead 'Cause I got into a fight with her, she’s a hot head” I’m like, “That’s between you two, not me! What the hell does that have to do with my cheese!” She said, “Ok, ok, stop please I swear I’ll pay it all back Marcus, in five weeks” Huh, five weeks huh? It’s been three months and I ain’t even heard from her Changed her damn number, shit Bitch played me like a dumb motherfucker I can't even make friends 'Cause all they ever do is ask for my money They like, "Let me have this, let me have that Let me have this" and they keep on coming, man "Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money Let me get a dollar, give me that money" Give me that dough, Give me that money Give me that cheese, Give me that money Give me that yea yea yea, Give me that money Yea yea, Give me that money Say yea yea yea yea Baby give me that yea yea yea yea Give me that yea yea yea yea! Ha This for the bitches that oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo (exhales) fuck I don’t think I’m gonna be able to pay Marcus back Ah

big shit poppin do it

Hey, hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, do it, do it—what you waitin' for? Do it, ‘cause I'ma do it, ‘cause I'ma do it What you waitin' for? Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it Let me hear you say big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option Now do it, you better do it, you better do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, ‘cause I'ma do it, ‘cause I'ma do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it Hey what you waitin' for? Do it, you better do it, you better do it Let me hear you say big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option Do it to the maximum, take it while you askin' them Don't listen to them suckers when they say you too irrational See, I said I was King, and them lames started laughin', them Same suckers now want the King on a track with 'em I composed several classicals, you know, like "Top Back" "Dope Boyz", "Bring 'Em Out" And "What You Know About That" Now they ask how I top "What You Know About That" Dominated '06, now I'm goin' right back See me reign hell, I just showed you like that Even Denzel say, "Damn, I ain't know it like that!" Nigga, yeah, still Bankhead, you can tell Ain't nothin' changed but the name on the mail I still kick in doors with them thangs in the air Up in Benihana's, see me slang in the chair I will slang 'caine, no such thing as a jail Say you need a hundred squares? It just came off the scale Now do it, you better do it, you better do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, ‘cause I'ma do it, ‘cause I'ma do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it Hey what you waitin' for? Do it, you better do it, you better do it Let me hear you say big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option Do it like a ball player where you see me ball at Stacks tall as ball players from the stage to the air Whether in Miami, Cincinnati, or the Riverdale Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere Pullin' out that pistol, nigga, who you think you finna scare? These 20 rounds of missiles have ya pissin' in your underwear I tote a pair of .40 cal's, so you better tone it down Or I suggest you just prepare yourself for when it goin' down A-Town, West Side, club crucial, catch me Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro, and Mack be Jackers lie, say they caught me slippin', how could that be? I'm somethin' like a stalker, I be e'rywhere the strap be The trap be, jumpin' with them hundred dollar slabs If I want it, nigga, I could get a hundred on the tab Sell 'em all, double down, nigga, do the math Think I won't pull up in somethin' with 200 on the dash? Now do it, you better do it, you better do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, ‘cause I'ma do it, ‘cause I'ma do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it Hey what you waitin' for? Do it, you better do it, you better do it Let me hear you say big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option Now, I do it like I wanna do it, and do that shit in front of you Real nigga vision pimpin', I ain't seein' none of you I do it for my nigga Phil daughter and his mama too I do it for my oldest sons and their grandmama too Do it for my daughters and my youngest son's mama who Go buy what she want because she know it ain't a problem to You do somethin' to them and to you I'll bring the drama to You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two I do it for my partners, go make sure them niggas stuntin' too We do it with them choppers Ain't no problem, where you runnin' to? We do it for the block, that's why ain't nobody stoppin' me I do it for my pop and my cousins too, they watchin' me I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me I made it from the bottom to the top where I oughta be Who do it did good and do it did fresh No matter what I do, you know I do it to death Now do it, you better do it, you better do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, ‘cause I'ma do it, ‘cause I'ma do it Hey, what you waitin' for? Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it Hey what you waitin' for? Do it, you better do it, you better do it Let me hear you say big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Big shit poppin' and lil' shit stoppin' Ball on these niggas Bein' broke is not an option, now do it!

change lanes

Been through a lot of pain in my life And I pray the Lord take it all away W-W-W-W-Winner's Circle I got family doing life, never see the sunshine again And pray it all away We all the way Diamond teeth when I bless the game, I was bein' quiet but got a lot to say Unique chains on a freeway, don't need reigns, cocaine Wraith Made a statement, I was grindin' on 'em, got an order off, want a replay? Rolex, no diamonds in it, Swiss movement, no time for tickin' Introverted, not tryna kick it, private life, please mind your business Introverted, these days, introverted, these days Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes Making Salat, I ain't miss a beat Praise to Allah, made it out the clink Alhamdulillah, praise be to God Big booty freak, givin' a massage Lookin' in the mirror, lookin' at a star She get on her knees and look up at a star Remember being broke, wishin' on a star Out the mud, no one givin' us a start White gold, iced out, Audemars Foreign car, push button, autostart Rest and relaxation not involved, goin' hard Rolls Royce, R&R Wonder why these niggas hate me? Probably 'cause they know they ain't me I ain't never been a gang member, Illinois labeled me a gang chief Political spear, Judge Linehan racist, I’m bein' sentenced Wrongful conviction, broke bread and lied to me Gave him a quarter ticket, he did not appeal it Layin' in my cell, lookin' at the ceiling I'm on a division, me and all the killers Throwin' shit and piss on all the staff members Even got the warden, that’s why they had to ship us Diamond teeth when I bless the game, I was bein' quiet but got a lot to say Unique chains on a freeway, don't need reigns, cocaine Wraith Made a statement, I was grindin' on 'em, got an order off, want a replay? Rolex, no diamonds in it, Swiss movement, no time for tickin' Introverted, not tryna kick it, private life, please mind your business Introverted, these days, introverted, these days Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes (Vroom Vroom) This a Camaro I'm rockin' Bread Winners' fitness apparel Sexy receptionist look like a dancer Pardon me ma'am, I'm demandin' some answers Not makin' plans that was made to be cancelled Coulda said, "Hi," you know I'm kinda bashful Unwillin' to fuck with me, why is you starin'? Got some real niggas and we into sharin' Conservative aura, I glow in the dark I speak in no English, I'm talkin' numerics Islamic fashion out in Paris, overseas when I travel, McLaren Come to think this was me in the alley Mickie D's we was purchasin' salads Chi-raq, buyin' chicken from Harold's Jerk Villa curry chicken and cabbage Fresh yams, politic'n with family I got status, gotta catch me in traffic Makin' music, but I'm really a trapper Booty club, 'bout to fuck up a sandwich A hundred bands, if you ain't catch him, what's happenin'? Maceo Haziz, told him we platinum Amsterdam on the tram, we in transit Word to God, I'ma fuck a Kardashian Diamond teeth when I bless the game, I was bein' quiet but got a lot to say Unique chains on a freeway, don't need reigns, cocaine Wraith Made a statement, I was grindin' on 'em, got an order off, want a replay? Rolex, no diamonds in it, Swiss movement, no time for tickin' Introverted, not tryna kick it, private life, please mind your business Introverted, these days, introverted, these days Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes

mars

Even the hardest rhymers know I got desire and heart Like John Starks when "The Dunk" had the Garden Wilding, triumph was short-lived But the moment is timeless Words hold weight like consignment, never break your silence If you face indictment, take it like a man A thousand deaths is a lot of sweat Satan's fire rages like the 80's Tyson blazin souls of those that say we came from science Ain't as wise as they like us to believe, think about it What made us conscious? A greater power gave us all the gift of life Be grateful for it before the creator calls you Witnessing a great performance, I ain't conforming I crush those who want it then weigh the powder of they persona On the highest scale of rhyming they've encountered A peak harder to reach than Himalayan mountains People say I'm calmer, I consider it evolving I'm sick of facing charges And my mental game is stronger As rain falls on my executive trench With the waist belt Base dealt make your face melt Toast to fortune, diamonds in the coffin Pinky extended, getting twisted like a blender Grown man rap, grown man pockets Never catch a statutory, eating cacciatore You like a scungill', peel when you see steel Me, I'll squeeze it til it's empty, then I refill We sitting, playing gin rummy Chips of hash like the Rock of Gibraltar Cop my pops a Porsche Gun metal with the rocket launcher You getting wetter when I pop it off I got bitches making salsa sauce with they blouses off Shorty shoot the gun soft like a mouse's cough Four hundred dollars what it cost for an ounce of broth Collect the paper, then I'm bouncing off That's me As I mastermind, craft rhymes made of heroin Head nod, lines on a higher echelon With fly epilogue, Gore-tex belt checker Bought three Hecklers, the sun gleam on my complexion Completion, eclectic in fleeces Expensive oils and greases, slacks with the creases Black Jesus in Moncler geeses, sample cheeses Antique hammer squeezing My grammar like ham, shit is seasoned Bitches from Greek to Polynesian Wallabeein' out in Sweden While I be out for green like a vegan Stay thorough, decorated in metal Chain yellow, grape flavor cigarellos Days are mellow, Good fellows put change on your sombrero Slugs out the gun bellow, hit the falsetto I twist chickens in the six-inch stilettos Use the elbow to split your wig Male chauvinistic pig Fuck a nigga bitch like ol' Kells did to Mr. Bigg But I don't keep it on the low, I blow the shit up If he show up at my crib, that old fucker get cut Nigga, I throw a left hook at your grandpop While Chef Action Bronson cook up them lamb chop After that, we gonna eat a rapper for dessert Mega got the blood of emcees on a napkin in his shirt You're acting like you're berserk Nigga, that'll get you hurt Dragged all over the floor, be a tragedy for sure They thought I might have fell off, so I had to get to work Show em how it goes down When I put the pronouns and them adjectives to work Ah, niggas get murked The perk? I think I'm blessed cause I'm eye-seeing them Roc Mars said it's cause I got bars and I'm nicer than them They all right, I ain't as biased as him Nah, I'm lying; them niggas drier than psoriasis skin Lyrically, I'm a messiah to them Sing em a rockabye It's gonna be Mega Action happening when you Roc with Sai That's M.A.R.S., motherfucker, and I'm not gone lie Hip-Hop is something we came to occupy Tell em why

back on my sht

Yuh We don't stress, we gon' roll Catch your plane to the show Get your money, then you go Get your money, then you go Put the bass on a million, silly face on a trillion Don't think they know who they dealin' with Ain't no homage it's a pilgrimage Feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet I'ma handle that in a sec', CAA got me in a mess In a mess, in a mess, in a mess, in a mess Had to step up out the trenches Better stay up out my mentions I'm aware of your extensions We should just handle the tension, huh Well give me a second cause me and the club bout to trap with the MSFTS, let's go I think I'm done with the flexing (Flex) This is a different direction The next generation collection I just hope you get the message Feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet I ain't stressing bout the SMS Think the plane had to redirect Into that, intellect, intellect, intellect Tried to get it, had to intersect Skin cold, is it winter yet? Talk stock prices with the interest But you prolly never seen me in a vest Stop playing like this isn't chess I could give a fuck about the internet Skate Kitchen on the road Here we go, moving fast, ain't moving slow And we wildin' through the city like a storm Put the fire in the whip, handle business ERYS run the city, he a menace They want me to stay, I'm gone, they tell me "we're sorry" I'ma pull up in an X, and fuck a Ferrari When I walk into the spot, they checking the water Niggas is playing the games, this isn't Atari Don't even know where I'm at, car going way too fast Need a couple duffel bags, I'm tryna keep track of the cash, yeah Put it on autopilot cause we finna crash, yeah When we pull up to the party, we dip and dash, I'm gone And I'm gone, tell ‘em I'm sorry Done with Chanel, done with that Cartier She don't wanna wear no bracelet She just want Supreme, grip tape shit, let's go Yuh, ayy I done with all the ice Yuh, ayy, yuh, let's go You already know what it is, Skate Kitchen vision See you in ERYS, ERYS way Yuh Skate with me my only one Take my hands 'til the sun comes out If you don’t fall then we’re not in love With the concrete jungle it's where we all come from

harry patch in memory of

I am the only one that got through The others died wherever they fell It was an ambush They came up from all sides Give your leaders each a gun and then let them Fight it out themselves I've seen devils coming up from the ground I've seen hell upon this earth The next will be chemical But they will never learn

supposed to do

What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) Still in the make and I wanna be great but they tell me be patient Don't compare me to none of these niggas in the game Cause they way too basic And I'm just that amazing, I reach them stages In the league with the majors Nigga fuck your blogs, nigga fuck your statements The fuck you thinkin' Nah, ain't doing no more favors Never hit a nigga just to make me famous Little nigga, flows go crazy And them other nigga's can't tame me Flame me, blame me All the nigga's that doubt it All ya'll nigga's some cowards All ya'll nigga's step up and get devoured Six feet deep with bouquet of flowers Tell me what, what am I supposed to do Cause respect for mine is so overdue I'm the best in it, just pay attention, take a closer view Cause ain't nothing like them and ain't nothing like you These niggas changed like Clark in the booth Can't trust ho's, I don't trust dudes I buy your bitch like pay per view I set the standards, I dare you to What's competition, come show me proof This God flow, this Jesus Christ That's say a prayer before I sleep at night I'm still sinnin', don't be offended My dick intended for a Spanish wife This chess homie, not checkers niggas Ain't playin' with ya, no action figures What am I supposed to do? They keep telling me I'm the best in the country And I like how that sounds You think you Superman, I get the Kryptonite, and bring you right back down Yeah, you know the drill, I kill MC's til it's overkill But how many more am I supposed to kill Til niggas stop putting my name Next to these just come rappers, I'm so embarrassed I'm in the booth working my magic My nigga in the studio, heard my lyrics and put his hands on his head like Khaled These other MC's need practice Cause when I heat up, it's a madness Hundred degrees, niggas melt like plastic Lyrical war, yeah that's my language I turn Super Saiyan, bitch Just so you know I ain't playin', bitch I heard nigga's like you before You got a good flow, but you ain't sayin' shit Just a bunch of words with no meaning, no heart, no feeling But when I lay it down, I lay it down so nice It's my name everybody screamin' And we don't care what it cost Me and my nigga's, we all gotta floss Don't give a shit how you talk round' here Better talk properly when you talk to the boss You amateur, say you got fans online, few shows, and a manager Think you've got the game on lock I press start, here comes new challenger Skepta There are some serious rumors around There's a new sheriff in town Fuck your apologies, back up his arteries Bury him deep in the ground Tell him keep sleepin', I'm never defeated I will not repeat it, you follow me now? Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm ready You rappers are puppets, then tell them I said it Don't give a fuck and this shit is embedded My flow is infected, I may need a medic Tell me who better, I make you regret it It's in my genetics, your shit is pathetic What am I posed' to do but be great Never let a thing stand in my way Never let a Devil ruin my faith And there ain't a such thing as "I can't" You looking at a rare breed, a new species I walk right through hell in my sneak's Show me the devil, I show you the rebel I show you my heart when it come to the medal Tell me who better, I never will settle My nigga's just told me don't let off the pedal Keep my Jordan 5's on their neck Fuck whoever got next, fuck your fame dog and respect You don't know what life was like in the projects Ever seen the look in his face before death I seen my granny before her last breath Ain't no calm down on my compound There's no contest cause I'm bomb threat No conscience shit on my mindset I bought two choppers for my sound check Say, 'who wanna war' and I'm coming alone Spray at you haters like fuckin' cologne Starvation 3 outta let out the beast So it's bone appetit and I'm ready to feast

hop simonsin

What the fuck are you doing? That is the question Come a little bit closer I want to teach you a lesson You - my friend - my buddy - my pal I think it's time you get the truth now What up everybody it's H-O-P Please simmer down go and take your seat 'Cause there ain't no peace I seen a lot of motherfuckers who entered the contest and they so weak A small percentage of niggas started off soundin' okay but they didn't ever remain on beat I'm tellin' you right now If you already went and submitted in it then you ain't gonna make no cheese Sorry Bro, hate to bust your bubble Put the mic on down go the fuck home, cuddle I spark rappers out and creep up so subtle And then they yell "uh oh, I don't want no trouble" Come journey into my cut throat jungle Where I leave rappers and sluts so puzzled If you didn't notice I'm loaded with heavy artillery Nigga I can fuck around and crush your hustle Yeah, oh right, I bump it all night, I got bitches on my dick They say the love me all the time and I still sound very fly Even when I don't even try This here is my new jump off I call it Suicide None of you niggas is about the prosper You on more bullshit than Waka Flocka Don't cry to me 'cause I'm not your papa I'm as hot as lava 2012 I'ma stop the drama (OH YEAH) I know I be yapping a lot Maybe 'cause I have the fattest of cocks I'm me, you should be mad that your not Now sit and wait for Knock Madness to drop WOAHH woah Boi got flames and he ain't playing around no more I say WOAHH woah Boi got flames and he ain't playing around no more Knock Knock Knock Madness Knock Knock Knock Madness Knock Knock Knock Madness Knock Knock Knock Madness Knock Knock Knock Madness Yeah, get ready for Get your ass ready for C'mon Get get ready for Yeah, get ready for

aint that a bitch

Hey Hey Hey! Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch! And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh! Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear Gonna speak in every single street this year My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year Wizzle F Baby, y'all niggas can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr., junior I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand And in the streets I'm a money man And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men A hundred proof in my other hand If ever fall spring back like a rubber band know what I'm sayin Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch The cops is watchin streets are talkin Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand And these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hip But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up! And I dont affiliate with niggas I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga How many more do ya love nigga Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece Ask ya reverend 'bout me, I'm the Young God Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy! I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we Got niggas in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy Wanna be me and don't even understand me Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincible And advance a little due to the pine My niggas call me Little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind And I let you do the time I do the crime When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga! - 4X Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...

stash

Mustard on the beat, ho Pop champagne, put the pussy on my lap, yeah I'm the type of nigga that live what I rap Make a famous bitch drive where I'm at (Yeah) Daddy was a hustler, I was born to be a mack (Damn) Hit the booty club and I'm airing out the racks (Cash) She licking on my neck while you staring in the back (Back) I'm the type of nigga that was built to last She want that yolk, I got more in the stash (Yolk) I got more in the stash (Yeah) Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash (More in the stash) The price was a bag Broke that shit down, rolled that shit on the dash (Dash) I got more in the stash, open the stash, price was a bag, bag Roll that shit on the dash Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash You ain't shit, where your mans at? (Mans at?) Said you ain't cheating, it's a lap dance (Lap dance) You gon' turn a nigga to a madman (Madman) And we gon' turn his body into quicksand (Quicksand) I'm loving how you looking in them Tom Ford heels You the murder mami 'cause you dressed to kill Ain't shit realer than real on real I can make you famous, for real Sitting real low like a Big Wheel (Big Wheel) I'm a bad boy like Big Will (Big Will) Walking out the bank with a new deal (New deal) "You want that in cash?" Nigga, hell yeah, hell yeah Pop champagne, start the foreplay (Foreplay) She strip to her toes in the doorway (Strippin') It ain't the hallway, its the whore-way (Bitch) See yourself out in the morning Told that bitch (What?) I got more in the stash Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash (More in the stash) The price was a bag Broke that shit down, rolled that shit on the dash (Dash, On the dead homies) I got more in the stash, open the stash, price was a bag, bag (Blew the bag) Roll that shit on the dash Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash Blueface, baby Yeah aight, famous crip, I can make you famous (Scoop) Good die young, instead of safe, I gotta stay dangerous (Stay dangerous) Pockets blue, I'm a crip, you know I blew a bag (Blew the bag) Blower to his lips like a mustache (Ooh) Blueface pendant bustin' like a disabled man (Bustin') Movie clips on me like the cable man (Bop) Glock poppin' and lockin', make 'em break dance (Poppin' and lockin') I wanna see ass shaking, not shake hands (Bleed 'em) I came to get it in, I only got dead friends (On the dead homies) No rockstar, but I play with hella bands (Big bands) Only 91 Supreme-ium in my Mercedes Benz (Big bands) Blueface, baby I got more in the stash Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash (More in the stash, Yeah aight) The price was a bag Broke that shit down, rolled that shit on the dash (Dash, On the dead homies) I got more in the stash, open the stash, price was a bag, bag (Yeah aight) Roll that shit on the dash Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash (Ooh)

you might think he loves you for your money but i know what he really loves you for its your brand new leopard skin pillbox hat

Get so fuckin' dark in here Come come fuck apart in here I die in the process You die in the process Kettle drum roll hard shit Fuck I said fucker don't start shit Come come fuck apart in here, I Come come fuck apart in here, I I hover above you Life pulled out your mouth I become you Opening of the mouth Unlawful possession Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end Hollow shell twitch disconnection Pupils swell My entrance Hijacked no questions asked Stretch you on like latex mask My sigil's your epitaph Come come fuck apart in here, I Come come fuck apart in here, I Die I'm not you, I'm not you, I'm not you Fear You wear it well Mademoiselle Here's to your destiny Hysterics scream help Don't worry, in a few you'll all be somewhere else Prepare yourselves Freelance motherfucker Get so fuckin dark in here Come come fuck apart in here I die in the process You die in the process Kettle drum roll hard shit Fuck I said fucker don't start shit Emerald tablet apartment toxic Come come fuck apart in here, I Come come fuck apart in here, I

drunk

Drowning away all of the pain Till I'm totally numb Sometimes you want to feel alive But not on someone else's time Morning heartache Senses your love I just can't catch a break Squirrels and snakes keep me on my toes Will you go down with me? Don't care what you say So many feels, bro LOL, I'm so over it 'Cause nothing is real I'd rather be up my mind Than to be dead alive Drowning away all of the pain Till I'm totally numb Sometimes you want to feel alive But not on someone else's time (Baby) I just can't catch a break

dark horse urban remix

Oh, no Don't record Juicy J Katy Perry Yeah, ya'll know what it is Katy perry Juicy j Yeah, uh-uh It's remix! Suit and tie, kinda knight, I'mma be her Prince Charming Let's get trippy and go missing like we on the milk carton Baby girl, you already know I spoil you like sour milk (milk) And give you keys to the crib and let you drive the whip But you gotta make up your mind, you gon' have the pay in to win Cause soon as you do it in that's what'll betray it she back for revenge This is more than a case of friends with benefits She’s Cinderella ’til you lead her on, from a good girl to a wicked witch So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for Baby, do you dare to do this? Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse Are you ready for, ready for A perfect storm, perfect storm? 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine There's no going back Mark my words, this love will make you levitate Like a bird, like a bird without a cage We're down to earth if you choose to walk away Don't walk away (walk away) It's in the palm of your hand now, baby It's a yes or a no, no maybe So just be sure before you give it all to me All to me, give it all to me So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for Baby, do you dare to do this? Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse Are you ready for, ready for A perfect storm, perfect storm? 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine There's no going back She's a beast, I call her Karma (come back) She eat your heart out like Jeffrey Dahmer (Woo!) Be careful, try not to lead her on Shawty's heart is on steroids, 'cause her love is so strong You may fall in love when you meet her (meet her) If you get the chance, you better keep her (keep her) She's sweet as pie, but if you break her heart She turn cold as a freezer (freezer) That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor She can be my sleeping beauty, I'm gon' put her in a coma (Woo!) Damn, I think I love her, shawty's so bad, I'm sprung and I don't care She ride me like a roller coaster, turn the bedroom into a fair (a fair) Her love is like a drug, I was tryna hit it and quit it But lil mama so dope, I messed around and got addicted So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for (you should know) Baby, do you dare to do this? 'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse (like a dark horse) Are you ready for, ready for (ready for) A perfect storm, perfect storm? (a perfect storm) 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine There's no going back

vicodin

Vicodin Vicodin I need to get high again Vicodin Vicodin I need to get high again I think imma OD Know me some OG's I think imma OD Know me some OG's Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Smoking my remedy, drivin to Beverly I am a veteran, that mean i'm elderly smoking the celery We got the white, calling it Hillary Don't fuck with us, or you'll be history Smoking the hickory, only the finest I know I run to my dro back to the store ziplock the sauce, cooking the dough Praying for who? I'm praying for who? I need me some more I'm talking the dough, I'm talking the dough, I need me some more Run up on (?) Imma die rich I don't trust nobody Just trustin' my chick, and all of my click He diggin the flix Cause we the shit, can you not tell? I will not tell Keep me in jail, pocket of pills, up in the hills We got the steal, we got the steal, we got the steal Run up on us, get your ass killed, get your ass killed Vicodin Vicodin I need to get high again Vicodin Vicodin I need to get high again I think imma OD Know me some OG's I think imma OD Know me some OG's Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin I got lots of drugs, Benzos, Vicodin and I pop, pop I got lots of drugs, Benzos, Vicodin and I pop, pop I got lots of drugs, Benzos, Vicodin and I pop, pop I got lots of drugs, Benzos, Vicodin and I pop, pop Talixan, talixan, talixan, talixan, wait, what Talixan, talixan, aye Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin, talixan, talixan, talixan Vicodin, Vicodin, Vicodin, talixan, talixan, tali-, wait Ta-talixan, talixan, talixan, talixan, talixan, talixan talixan, talixan, talixan, if you don't pay us yeah I just talixan talixan, talixan, talixan, all you fuckin do is tattle man talixan, talixan, talixan, all you fuckin do is settle man Xanny I know man, I know I make lots of dough aye I'm in a trap house, makin lots of dough aye Vicodin, Vicodin, talixan, talixan Vicodin, Vicodin, talixan, talixan, aye yuh Vicodin Vicodin I need to get high again Vicodin Vicodin I need to get high again I think imma OD Know me some OG's I think imma OD Know me some OG's Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin Vicodin, vicodin, vicodin

the other side

Aww, yeah L.A.D.! I'm all about that cheese, swiss or mozerella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it come to robbery, nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest Understand my English, nigga I'm a genius Ice like a snow cone, writin' in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack to sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects to million dollar homes Inside the Carter, cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break them all down In and out of every trap, all through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G, Young Money merger I'm a Young Champ Like Ben Roethlisberger S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension I don't need none but my niggas and enough weed to go around A tinted sedan, some grams and a loaded pound Fuck what another nigga think of me I'm thinkin' multi-millions, he thinkin' Gs Nigga please, get your mind right Fuck tryna be fresh, get your grind right Cuz I'm like, so in another league I throw my pitches at different degrees And I spiril my pigskins at different speeds And I hit threes cuz at different times I release My shot cold, nigga, I'm hot, don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breathe I'm the good, I'm the bad, I'm the devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money, bitch, the game needs us Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? Kidd-Kidd, Chi, get it how you live nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains, royal suites, private planes Palm trees, big change, I can't complain I made a promise to myself that I'll never be have-not Nigga fuck being broke, shit Before that day come, I'll A.K. stamp ya When there's beef, I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler Fuck what you heard, in the booth I goes off Like the lights if you ain't payin' us the third And you already two months late witcha bill Clown nigga you's a lame, bitch nigga, I'm Millz Young Moola If you didn't, now you know It's the million-dollar nigga with the million-dollar flow Icicle chain got a million dollar glow Quarter mill for the gang if you tryna book a show Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects Got a pocket full of money nigga, Hand on my tech I'm demandin' respect, I'm a man to respect Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck Its no other than Gudda Gudda man Still bout my money nigga, fuck another man I'm on the paper chase, all about the hustle man I be climbin' through your window like I'm fucking Bruh Man Look, I'm Shady/Aftermath, put your head in a scope (Interscope) A bank roll with bucks is what these young niggas killin' for The game dirty on the streets tryna deal Yayo Fifty clips at his hat leave a peeled potato I call my nina bay like San Diego Get me twisted and I'm a turn into a tornado And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago You stay, but I'ma let that A.K. go Rawer than a qualo, shoot you like Halo, give ya ass a halo These bitches walk around actin like they J.Lo But man, I remember when these bitches was just "hey, ho" Hey ho, how you doing? Me, I'm doing every fuckin' thang Smokin' them dykes, I'm on that Mary fucking Jane This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil Wayne And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne, ha And bitch I'm greedy But if I keep eatin' you rappers, I'll get sugar-diabetes Sweetie, I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinkin? Kill, kill, murder and Benjamin Franklin Your girlfriend is into them gangstas And me being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend I stay still when the world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman You heard me? You heard him? Him being me And we are better than all you y'all bitches, niggas, hoes Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones But these dudes won Won The South, for real Shout out the Dunk Ryders Spcial shoutout that red flag All the time Young Moola, baby

b boy

All that ass, Lord have mercy All that champagne, these bitches thirsty Verserchy, no hold up, I meant Versace I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the valley Sippin' on something drowsy, bitches twerkin' like Miley Twerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin' work Promise I won't tell a word I been on that trill shit, way back North Philly nigga, but I'm laid back Get shot in your head drivin' your Maybach Homey D Clown know I don't play that Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty Call your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy Try to school me, I'm getting out here early Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer jersey Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm swaggin All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit (Dag!) Just to put it (Put it where?) On my jacket (On my jacket) (What they askin?) What you doin? (What you doin?) Doin' fashion Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur I tell the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves I need that bag full of green like a lawnmower John Doe and all Sean Doe it, and I keep it G Yeah, I ground floor it, and I'm pound blowin' If her pussy good then I might one, two, three, round four it Got her down for it Yeah, nigga overthink, never under stress Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressed Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw, unprotect But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressed Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap Finally Famous Aura Gold is my I-N-C And I put everything in motion like I-N-G And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us And I got comma on comma on comma on comma... on comma And I ain't talking about no run on sentence Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chings Chili Put my P up on her head like that bitch is reppin' Philly And I wheelie in that pussy like my nigga Meek Milly On my way to meet millis Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies I got rich decided that ain't rich enough When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big enough Dead Pres, who you diggin up? Who that nigga that you hating on, but just can't get enough? Fuck, the jig is up, little bitch I'm like Madoff but I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff I never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross, how you doing?" Get with a dreamchaser, we ballin' hard like the Lakers You ballin' out, you a faker, you prolly catchin' the vapors I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I pretend? They say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bend My niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it in Your bitch come around then we fuckin' her and her friends Come get with a dreamchaser, we ballin' hard like the Lakers You ballin' out, you a faker, you prolly catchin' the vapors Come get with a dreamchaser, we ballin' hard like the Lakers You ballin' out, you a faker, you prolly catchin' the vapors I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor, damn! What she do? She, just, put, heart eyes under my pic nigga That's my bitch nigga Bought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her

bs hs

You're such a man You got the whole world in your hands But you be playing Fucking all the girls she can’t stand Bitches and hoes So many bitches and hoes But they don’t know I bet they don’t even know, oh That you live in her home Eating all of her food She be paying your bills Buying all of your clothes And she pay for your phone You be thinking you on With your ain’t-shit friends Did you pick up your kids? She be watching your kids You gon’ fuck around and find out Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, you gon’ fuck around and find out Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You gon’ fuck around and find out It does not get better You cannot do better And you will regret it Oh yeah, you gon' fuck around and find yourself by yourself Find yourself, that might help Traded it all in for, messing with all of your... Bitches and hoes So many bitches and hoes But they don’t know I bet they don’t even know (Don't know) That you live in her home Eating all of her food She be paying your bills Buying all of your clothes And she pay for your phone You be thinking you on With your ain’t-shit friends Did you pick up your kids? (Did you pick up your kids?) She be watching your kids, oh, oh You gon’ fuck around and find out Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh You gon’ fuck around and find out You gon’ fuck around and find out You got... You got so... You got so many, you got so many You got too many, you got too many You got so... The type of shit you be doing That's some weak shit that you on These bitches don't got no feelings They don't got no senses They don't got no soul (Don't got no soul) You know that I'm right and you know that you wrong Running 'round loving these hoes Running 'round thinking these women is at your disposal That is a no, no, no Just so you know, know, know There is a difference between a woman, a bitch, and a hoe-oh-oh Switch up the flow-ow-ow Niggas, let's talk about all these niggas They be the main ones be trippin' They be the main ones be acting like bitches and hoes Yeah, you know that I know Off the top of the dome Better than any bitch that came before me Who are you kidding? Your whole swag is stolen You know that you owe me Yeah I am the only one, I am the chosen one Yeah, I am the chosen one I do this shit in my sleep

fin de semaine

C'était un weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, ma vie se révèle en fin d'semaine Weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, à 10 entassés dans un 2 pièces On nous fait taffer au point d'se perdre Je n'aime que la fin d'semaine Sur scène, quand les mains se lèvent, j'ramène même un peu d'herbe Donnez-moi l'amour de Flavor Flav, je m'éveille à terre dans le RER Merde, il est 16h07, peut-être que je perds mes repères Oui, je dois faire mon meilleur 16 mais je me suis mis cher hier Oh je suis trop bête parfois, encore une fête à l'appart Des cadavres de maximator, dans Paname des femmes qui m'attendent Je rentre tard avec elles t'imagine et c'est pour ça que les taxis m'adorent C'était un weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, ma vie se révèle en fin d'semaine Weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, à 10 entassés dans un 2 pièces Assis avec ma vinasse dans le hall de l'immeuble De la cire sur ma tignasse qui rend folles les p'tites meufs Direction Aquaboulevard, c'est S-Crew pas de coup de barge J'inquiète les papas poules car je drague les nanas tout-par Les jolies filles à la piscine se croient toutes au Club Med Mais les 20 centimètres que t'as pris c'était pas au Subway Ton keum a le seum ouais et puis j'suis parti pour pécho la weed J'ai ké-smo un bédo rapide qui m'a rendu le métro magique c'est un weekend de malade Y'a la weed et les filles s'baignent en nuisette à Paname J'arrive et les minettes crient Les vilaines m'invitent à dîner, les sirènes s'y mettent aussi Weekend de malade C'était un weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, ma vie se révèle en fin d'semaine Weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, à 10 entassés dans un 2 pièces J'ai plus d'un tour dans mon sac, mate Les culs d'joints tournent dans mon appart J'ai bu un coup dans mon bar J'ai levé le verre de vin rouge dans un 4x4 C'était le 4x4 d'une femme âgée Qui n'avait pas perdu sa grâce et Quand elle a claqué toute sa maille, je crois bien qu'à force elle m'a charmé, hey Pas la peine de rester et j'ai péta le 16/9 J'espère qu'elle n'est pas pleine de haine Elle reste quand même une belle aubaine C'était un weekend phénoménal Oui Ken oui Ken, mets-la mets-la J'ai piné des minettes chill et puis j'ai développé la rime C'était un weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, ma vie se révèle en fin d'semaine Weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, à 10 entassés dans un 2 pièces x2 Tu souhaites pas te battre C'est le weekend, tape-toi des barres Tu souhaites pas te battre C'est le weekend, tape-toi des barres J'ai vu les pipeaux des gratteurs, les before et les after Mais ma team file dans la ville à 1000 kilomètres à l'heure C'était un weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, ma vie se révèle en fin d'semaine Weekend de barjot et oui j'ai ken des sales go D'la weed, des 'teilles du Macdo, à 10 entassés dans un 2 pièces Hein hein C'était un weekend de barjot Comme Willy l'barge, gros Hein hein, L'Entourage on fait les bails, ouais ouais C'est pour tous les putains d'puristes qui vont m'casser les couilles Faut qu'j'rembourse le mixage, bande d'enfoirés

style wars

I want to thank God for this vibe I'm just laid up high Thinkin' "fuck a job, I'd rather boss up on Something I believe in" Sonic and aesthetically pleasing Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathing Do your Googles nigga I'm in control of things God and I move together as two Manifesting the moves Steady blessing the crew We worry ya with the rhyming Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island On them roof tops, lit one up for 2Pac 'Cause this is murder rap Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane My best friend she snort 'caine, guess life was like a dice game Should I risk it with the biscuit? That's when the cops came The dynamic of my whole block changed Yo it's a John Stark reality, New York mentality Faded and miseducated, twenty-four years he made it Now niggas can express they selves, yo Sometimes I need to be alone Turn off the MP', shut off my phone and just zone I think of home when I need to be strong We're rolling up, no more hitting the bong It's just different phases I'm on, when I be writing these songs You can hear my heart sing the tales of the light that the dark bring The dark sing pain and prosperity Chopped the new shipment now I got all my equipment So I'm plotting on some necklaces, Mercedes or the Lexus shit? You could see it in my eyes, I got niggerish endeavors They gon' try to hide or make it sound clever While the metronome tick like a fake Rolex I'm wondering who hoes next I just wanna fuck you, singing ass bitch Don't take the curve personal, I'm just not tryna work with you I'mma be stunting on all the lame niggas who pass me When me and Sylvie drop Ashley, it's no more being ashy, huh And that's my word I been fiendin' for progress as much as dollars Fuck that tee, rock a collar A business man is always proper I can't listen to what they taught ya My flow is as pure as your daughter on her way to kindergarten Now the conflicts is starting, and everybody watching Plus your desire to be poppin' Could have the illest nigga out here weighing his options We past the days of "Yes, y'all and" Most of my heroes ain't balling, they falling Step behind with the law Can you counteract the allure and still score? But what's the higher level if your shit ain't real But my niggas be like playing they selves to have mass appeal Style Wars, it ain't even 'bout the bars no more Niggas just show boat, but really they got no flow Mainstream sailing, gently down the stream Flopping out the waterfall, a dollar and a scheme But what does it all mean? Let's take a dive deep way beneath the surface You see, it's clowns in the circus and they all lack purpose Oblivious to what worth is I'm serious, the brightest of 'em when it comes to spittin' verses I been sicker than your average, it's practice Nowadays rap is just deadbeats and ad-libs It's backwards, these bastards just disrespect the art that the forefathers never even passed 'em It's blasphemy, I gotta blast 'em I see through your act, homie, can't school me on passion I'm about that action They talk just to get a reaction Me? I stay powered up, no battery acid Sheesh, haha, You feel me like Smooth flow just to get them limbs relaxing Cut class just to give you these classics My homie Chuck Strange told me shoot that actress I said I move slow just to cruise through traffic

bussin moves

Brought Givenchy to the ghetto, you know who let the dogs out Rottweiler t-shirts with their paws out Who ain't fly? Fuck you niggas tal'm 'bout? When these birds of paradise got their claws out Niggas rentin' for their videos to ball out Woo! The Spyder's mine if I crawl out God! We 4-wheelin' 'cross 4 acres Nigga, fuck you stuntin' in a dollhouse? Ha! This is concentrated teamwork Yes! My foundation triple beam work My codefendants ain't codependent Nah, G.O.O.D. Music where we screen first Still bussin' moves like I'm Mike Jack Moonwalkin' to the money bags Bankroll callin', got a nigga dancin' Dopeman, servin' in a Thriller jacket Still, still bussin' moves Bussin' moves, bussin' moves (zoom) Still, still bussin' moves Bussin' moves, bussin' moves Hit-Boy, still bussin' Big moves bein' made, by the dozen Gold chains on my neck, zoomin' out in public Got the Kenwood face, 2 15 subbin' I'm gettin' large amounts She gon' go, ain't shit to talk about Only, only young nigga in the opera house Sayin' too much that is not allowed while I'm off the loud Hit it, toss it out That's how the game go Slip two racks to the waiter, she can keep the change though Zoomin' in my lane, hoe, that'll never stop They love my shit when it drop, I'm the ghetto Bach Clockin' hella knots and I'm Still bussin' moves like I'm Mike Jack Moonwalkin' to the money bags Bankroll callin', got a nigga dancin' Dopeman, servin' niggas in a Thriller jacket Still, still bussin' moves Bussin' moves, bussin' moves (zoom) Still, still bussin' moves Bussin' moves, bussin' moves Still, still bussin' moves Bussin' moves, bussin' moves (zoom) Still, still bussin' moves Bussin' moves, bussin' moves Okay lowkey I've been puttin' on for a minute Money keep comin' in so I keep spendin' Chain hang down to my appendix Like Pimp C I'm big pimpin' Big Zs when you use zoomin' in a sentence Yeah, yeah, okay we've been puttin' on for a minute, minute, okay Okay my team been puttin' on for a minute Young QM, rap game Harry Potter New slave game, Nike on us like we sponsored 1317, HS87 been a problem You can ask Hit about it

waltz

Эти пацы как сплетницы Они хуже всех сучек, которых ты знала Но это не шифры Это не шифры, ведь едва найдя выход в город из вокзала Я вбиваю твои цифры Я в кожанке дома сиплый Ты в одних белых трусиках Но я не включал свой пусси-хак Я был собой, и ты в курсе как Я вырву их как сорняки и растопчу эти стебли Мы в хате нагие, но я не хочу ебли В хлам бухие, но я не хочу ебли (нахуй-нахуй!) Есть ли? Есть ли какие-то "но" кроме тех, что есть в песне Да, есть, я местный Такой местный Что не могу так утопить в нас двоих слово "если" Ну да, ты слишком веский повод остаться возле Но ты слишком веский повод выпить Ты слишком резкий способ убраться в сопли Вопли Вопли соседей и твой стон от того, что все так откровенно Встань же с колен, ну Ты же попала в меня внутривенно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно Эта боль в её взгляде, в этом что-то есть Ведь она тоже слышит этот шепот здесь Позади с нами снова где-то шотов шесть И я в этой суке не видел прыжок на шест Это ёбаный мрак В этом ты погиб, брат, ну-ка ебани дранк стиля (дранк стиля) Только не таких драк Она знала ты слаб, это будет панихида (панихида) Сука будто Нина, с луками с поминок Губит их и как, блять, мило (что, что, что?) Она на мне в кислом, будто я один знал Кто в округе даст ей стимул (кто твой бог, сука?) Знаешь, моя вера точно не подарок для таких, как ты (ты) Ты крутишься в вальсе передо мной Я слышу голос моей наркоты Образ её красоты, я не могу больше Готов перебить этих чёртовых коршунов Её губы в кодеине И я знаю, что нарочно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно Она вошла в меня внутривенно, внутривенно

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So let me fuck you back Ooh, yeah, it's the general Come on, kick it off one time, yeah, yeah, yeah So let me fuck you back Yeah, I'm kissing, I'm sweating, I'm licking all over your body Yeah, who else gon' beat it like me? Keith Sweat, nobody Yeah, he was good but I'm really nice Yeah, you let me shoot a deep blank on his life Yeah, he fell in love after only one night Yeah, and then I ran off on that pussy twice (Oh, shit) You always let me in, I got that slick talk Keep that good wood on me, you loving that stick talk, stick talk Used to think that we were so the same I'm real R&B, these other niggas lame I'ma wake it up, you got the cake batter Shit, I'ma bake it up Put you back to sleep, baby girl, no picture No ho shit, cause I'm a real nigga Just let me rock (Let me rock, yeah) Fuck you back to sleep, girl (Ooh), oh Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk, oh yeah Just hold on tight to me, girl Fuck you back to sleep, girl, ooh yeah, rock you back Both fell asleep looking so crazy, like blah blah blah 'Til 6 o'clock in the morning we was going in, like shots shots shots Hit it from the back on my end tops But now I'm sober, so baby girl, turn over, oh-woah 'Bout to go down, something like a drop top Taste so sweet, I'll be calling that a Pop Tart (Oh) Just let me rock You get some sleep, I'll drive Yeah, I'm pimping in it (Oh), 12 Play gang (Oh) Gangsta leaning in it (Oh), going crazy (Oh) I'm tweaking, get high off that dope pussy Every time we freaking, baby Just let me rock, ooh, baby girl I'ma fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh (Woah) Don't say a word, no, don't you talk (Ooh), baby Just hold on tight to me, girl Oh, fuck you back to sleep, girl (Woah), rock you back (Ow!) Hard for me to ignore, but I'm really all into you Staring in your eyes, hugging on your waist like a man should Can't wait for you to come over, let's get it started on the sofa Hot thighs, long, strong loving, girl, I'm gonna put it on you And I'm here to represent, girl Leave you lying there shaking 'til you just can't take it And I'm here to put it down, girl Let me work on you, go to work on you Just let me rock (And let me love you, baby, oh yeah) Fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk (Ooh, ha!) Just hold on tight to me, girl I'll fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back Ain't sorry that I woke ya (Yeah), I ain't sorry 'bout ya job (Fuck you back to sleep, gir, oh, yeah, yeahl) Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love (Rock you back, oh) Ain't sorry that I woke ya (Yeah), I ain't sorry 'bout ya job (Fuck you back to sleep, girl, ooh) Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love

to

Shout to 4e forever! Black and white! On some mixtape shit like Neighbourhood! On some mixtape shit like I know a couple girls like you But they don't do it like you do I hope we can go round two 'Cause you know I wanna do it again I know a couple girls like you But they don't do it like you do, yeah I hope we can go round two 'Cause you know I wanna do it again, yeah Being away from her, it makes me hurt, it makes me sad I'll try to find another way to make it work I hate to lurk, I'll never learn But I hope I learn it sometime soon because You better watch your mouth I know everything that you're all about I know what to say that will make you cry But I know we're gonna do it again I better watch my words I know what to say that will make you hurt I know what to say that will make you cry But I know we're gonna do it again, oh I know a couple girls like you But they don't do it like you do I hope we can go round two 'Cause you know I wanna do it again I know a couple girls like you But they don't do it like you do, yeah I hope we can go round two 'Cause you know I wanna do it again, yeah I know a couple girls like you But they don't do it like you do (No, they don't) I hope we can go round two (I hope we can) 'Cause you know I wanna do it again (Come right in the morning, babe) I know a couple girls like you (When you're up in the morning, baby, yeah) But they don't do it like you do (We can go round two) I hope we can go round two (Oh, no, oh, no) 'Cause you know I wanna do it again

talk

Sheesh (yeah) Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life Yeah, everybody wanna run they mouth Tellin' hella stories 'bout the things they did Pull up on 'em I'll show opponents, I'll son a nigga like I raise a kid Only speak about it if I be about it We can see about it, make it quick When it come to spittin', who the fuck you kiddin'? Y'all ain't never did it like I did Internet had made me rich I'm gettin' richer, takin' pictures with some women Admit it, this life is different, you don't get it Every sentence killin', make a couple million then quit it Got niggas in Tempe tryin' to get it The life of Futuristic, I can give it to 'em Put a rapper on the team, take 'em on tour Now he really into somethin' I been 'round the globe a couple times I ain't have to sign but it's still an option Got a lotta guala, made a lotta dollars Own a lot of land, Davy Crockett Got your girlie on the tour bus She don't watch Barney but ya baby boppin' Hit it, then I get up on the road I'ma do my dance like it's Sadie Hawkins Boy, I got the sauce (that's true) Bitch, I'm living proof (hey) Tie ya tennis shoes (you trippin') I ain't in the mood, nah Y'all ain't really 'bout this life Took a couple notes from Tech N9ne Young nigga got the best rhymes Don't run your mouth, let's ride Spit it like the cinnamon challenge I was the kid with the talent Now I can pick up the balance when I go out Spittin' fire like a cigarette lighter Got a girlie gettin' excited Want me to get up inside it then I gotta bounce Got six businesses, two houses Mormon life, a few spouses A cool accountant, still gettin' bigger Ain't a damn thing you can do about it, I'm gone Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk You ain't really 'bout that life Talkin' about it or bein' about it or what They don't be havin' what N9na got down in the gut They be the people that talk up a lot of BS And it really gotta be less I can never shout it enough Frickin' incredible his art be Rippin' the level, the kids heart me Givin' the nation a big dark spree When I make the music Biz Markie Innovator, I am not a criminal This why they women want a shot at genitals A maximum, they sayin' I'm the minimal But talk is cheaper than a Dollar General Haters hearin' me spit it, shitted Go on ahead and admit it, quit it Stay stalkin', they talkin' Tellin' the people that I'm wicked, wicked Fat stacks, we ballin' That snatch be callin' Rap after me, that's actually wack, that's why he stallin' Rule is ride or get hurt, ain't it? Dudes a rider since birth, tainted True the lies'll get worse Alive or get murked, arrive with his shirt, painted They don't know that when the Planet drop I'm 'bout to take the rappin' to a colder degree Everything I ever wanted from the record business They gon' hand it over to me They gonna really see the soul of a G Riot rider with the flow of the sea Everybody want the musical virus I give it to 'em like Ebola disease I'm on a mission to get fit Sharpen up enough and I rip it, you get slit Anybody wanna become a goner, you come on and give me drama Ate it Fa actin' a big bitch Try to rap me, I'm the pappy, why you tacky? 'Cause you never knew a demon inside a blacky And never knew you're fuckin' with a fly Iraqi Deep in America, anyone would die to trap me Tech-a, N9n-a, Futur-istic, we are goin' more crazy! Takin' everybody's money, even takin' your lady! Makin' movies with her like I'm motherfuckin' Scorsese! This is dedicated to my homie up in Florida Rest in peace WarBaby, let's go! Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk All you do is talk, talk, talk You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life You ain't really 'bout that life Fuck up out my way, yeah I don't play it safe, yeah When you from the bottom, you hit harder like a bass They don't wanna see me on top though Magic on me like Lonzo I'ma level up, it's so exciting They don't understand me like I'm Mike Tyson Haters, I need you, I think that I like it Feedin' me motivation with a diet I'ma keep grinding, continue to eat Think you a boss and I'm takin' a knee Know that you scared 'cause you are what you eat Chargin' up, man, I'm gon' need a receipt Niggas be thinkin' I'm softer than Disney But then they show up and it's Beauty and Beast Think that you know me just 'cause my exterior I am the weirdo and I am superior Funny how niggas be ringing your line When you on the rise and I'm like, "One at a time" Niggas is actors, remember your lines I seen this movie like 300 times Kickin' you off of my mountain, it's mine I just want everybody to know (whoa) We not goin' away (yeah) You don’t know your place (yeah) Knocking at my door, I'm like "Hello" (yeah) Won't leave me alone (yeah) I am on the phone (yeah) Leave a message when you hear the tone Hold up If you wanna get it, then you get it I'm playin' all the position like I'm Kobe, like I'm Shaq I'm like Kyrie Irving, I'm dishing anybody Mess with Futuristic, then they get the business Don't do that Think you messin' with us but it's too late You not on our level, nigga, please just tie your shoelace You trippin'

100

You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money, and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're 'round me, yeah That's why I keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me, girl When you come around me, when you come around me Yeah, girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100, when you're 'round me Girl, when you come around me Imma keep it 100, I'm a boss chick, but he run it No Michael Kors just Tom Ford Saint Tropez, I'm like bonjour In Spain wearing that Balmain, Lanvin, Givenchy On the top floor of that penthouse, I got ten toes on that concrete Keep it G with the money, I ain't gotta lie about shit I don't need the money, I can buy my shit Heard in the streets that he fucked that bitch He know I'mma put his ass out my shit Paid one million for that drop six And he got the Glock in my cockpit Them other chicks he get caught with I'm the bitch he gonna rock with They talk shit, but we bought shit, fly Aussie on boss shit When he need to be, where he need to be I tell him "go on, it ain't no thing to me" Gotta hit that thing, bring that back witcha Let me thumb through the check if you wanna get sexy You knew I was high class ass when you met me My money tall, it's too bad for y'all Y'all dough as short as Joe Pesci I'm a fancy bitch but I'm ratchet Not like the bitch you had, ain't never had shit Respect that, how I come around, no run around You better humble down Them games, ain't gonna play none Keep it A1 since day one, yeah You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're 'round me Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're 'round me Girl, when you come around me Bankrolls'r'us, we got it, you know how we ride No credit, no debit, no thanks My clique pay cash everything we buy See me walking by with my nose in the sky Make you be like, "Damn bitch, can't say hi?" Then I hop in the drop and wave goodbye As I drive through the tunnel looking like Lady Di Why stress myself when he not there? Let's see how he likes seeing me out there You know how many dudes want me out there? Just stop thinking about it, you got no idea Don't try me man, you know I will Throw this brick through your wind shield Knife your nice new Rover Wheel That fireplace? Your clothes in there If I know you two in there, no asking what you doing there Imma send my crew in there, you two gonna be ruined there You violate, I demonstrate, especially if I'm true to you And when I come around, I keep it 100 as usual You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're 'round me Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're 'round me Girl, when you come around me 100, 100 as usual, 100 as usual (When I come around I keep it 100 as usual) 100, 100 as usual, 100 as usual (When I come around I keep it 100 as usual)

balaclava

Running off over next door's garden before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good Will the ending reek of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone? Or will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned And you'll find yourself in a skirmish where you wish you'd never been born? You tie yourself to the tracks and there isn't no going back And it's wrong, wrong, wrong, but we'll do it anyway 'cause we love a bit of trouble Are you pulling her from a burning building or throwing her to the sharks? Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em straight And it's wrong, wrong, wrong, but she can hardly wait That's right, he won't let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn Who's the crooks in this crime? That's right, he won't let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn Who's the crooks in this crime? That's right, he won't let her out his sight That's right, he won't let her out his sight That's right, he won't let her out his sight Well, you'll be able to boast Of the day of the most flawless heist of all time You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss Quiet and unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and fought But sorry, sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava

nobody speak

Picture this I'm a bag of dicks Put me to your lips I am sick I will punch a baby bear in his shit Give me lip I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick Make a switch I can end the conversation real quick I am crack I ain't lyin', kick a lion in his crack I'm the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit Pinch your momma on the booty Kick your dog, fuck your bitch Fat boy dressed up like he's Santa And took pictures with your kids We the best We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench I'm unmentionably fresh, I'm a mensch, get correct I will walk into a court while erect, screaming "Yes! I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death" Hey, you wanna hear a good joke? Nobody speak, nobody get choked Get running Start pumping your bunions, I'm coming I'm the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyuns Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest Now face the flame, fuckers, your fame and fate's done with I rob Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy Put coke in the doobie, roll woolies to smoke with Snoopy I still remain that dick grabbin' slacker that spit a loogie 'Cause the toter of the toolie'll murder you friggin' Moolies Fuck outta here, yeah Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey, hey Nobody speak Nobody speak Only facts, I will shoot a Baby duck if it quacks, with a Ruger Top billin', come cops some villainous shots is boxed, shipped out, and bought, and y'all feeling it El-P killin' it, Killer Mike killin' shit What more can I say? We top billin' it Valiant without villainy Viciously foul victory Burn towns and villages Burning, looting. and pillaging Murderers try to hurt us, we curse them and all their children I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away So tell beggin' Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away Heyyo here's a gun, son, now run, get it the gutterway Live to shoot another day Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey Nobody speak Nobody speak Nobody speak, nobody get choked

addict with a pen

Hello, we haven't talked in quite some time I know I haven't been the best of sons Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind And I haven't found a drop of life I haven't found a drop of you I haven't found a drop I haven't found a drop of water Water, oh, oh I try desperately to run through the sand As I hold the water in the palm of my hand 'Cause it's all that I have and it's all that I need And the waves of the water mean nothing to me But I try my best and all that I can to Hold tightly onto what's left in my hand But no matter how, how tightly I will strain The sand will slow me down and the water will drain I'm just being dramatic In fact, I'm only at it again As an addict with a pen Who's addicted to the wind As it blows me back and forth Bindless, spineless, and pretend Of course I'll be here again See you tomorrow But it's the end of today End of my ways as a walking denial My trial was filed As a crazy, suicidal head-case But you specialize in dying You hear me screaming, "Father!" And I'm lying here just crying So wash me with your water Oh, oh, water Hello, I haven't talked in quite some time I know I haven't been the best of sons Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind And I, I haven't found a drop of life I haven't found a drop of you I haven't found a drop I haven't found a drop of water