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shooter | Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Walk up from my spot, sit down, have a seat
I just been in 5 shoot outs last week
He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen
Nobody make a move, nigga, when Scooter handling business
Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol-
Get your bitch ass down nigga, motherfucking move nigga
Hood rich!
Brick strapped to your sister I'm a send her in a rental
I don't give a damn about her, but I'll make millions with the tender
I got money in the fender, tryna buy my kids Christmas
Me and Scooter ain't twins, but we got twin choppers
Got Waka Flocka Flame, a nigga hit em with the yapa
I'm a street nigga, never be a partner to a copper (No)
What the fuck going on nigga?
Who the fuck let these police ass nigga in here?
I don't know
Fuck out the spot nigga
Snitching ass niggas got caught with a brick
Same day call my phone for a thirty-six
I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick
Fuck the police that's why I rap about them bricks (Me too)
I ain't Diddy nigga, but these bricks get remixed
When the chopper start spitting, nigga head 'gon get split
Nigga robbed me at the carwash, that was 1996
Ever since the day, them niggas ain't tried me since
God damn, bruh
Talkin' 'bout a nigga robbed you in '96
No, you geeked up, boy
He did
You still gotta pay though
I know
Nigga owed me a brick, that was three years ago
Seen him in the club, nigga, shot him in the throat
Black amigo Scooter still rob 'migos
And I still got a lot of shooters on the payroll
Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters
Aye man what?
Get the door man that's Fresh man, you don't see him on the camera?
I need 'em bruh
Yea, let 'em in
Aye, open the door nigga
I need 50 of them pretty mids, this nigga at the store
He waiting right now, Gucci is it a go?
I hope it is, 'cause if it is, my shooters, they on go
Shooter on the Scooter, bring them bows
He want them right now, he just came from way up the road
Ten millimeter with thirty shots, make your fuckin' head explode
I got a trap house mansion with some hard wood floors
Can't come in, I got burglar bar doors
Trap going crazy, but I got it under control
I just bust 'em open, fix 'em up, and move 'em out the door
Who this nigga in this Buick, man get Scooter on the phone
I'm like a NBA coach 'cause I keep shooters at my home
All I know I never seen his face in my life
Street smart so I know this nigga ain't right
Pull up at my spot, cut your car off hit your lights
Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out |
like woah | Aye, this that shit
I'm looking at you 6ix
I've been feeling like a...
I've been feeling like a mothafuckin' postman
Sending letters to the people
All this knowledge that I got, I'm like an old man
Hold up, wait now oh man!
Let me back up in this bitch
I'm platinum in this bitch, I'm rapping in this bitch
Running the game, yeah I've been lappin' in this bitch
You know it's alright
Fuck around and they all might
Look at a brother different, I've been at it all night
I think I said it but I know I do it
This for everybody going through it
Like woah
Through it like woah
Through it like woah
Going through it like woah
You already know
You already know
Gotta get it like woah
In this bitch like woah
Get it like, like, like woah
Let's go—uh, I'ma get it like woah
Back up in this mothafucka livin' like a goddamn king
Tell me money ain't a thing now
30 thousand feet above the world right next to the wing
Too high to hear the birds sing now
All around the world and back again it's finally happenin'
I'm lappin' in this luxury by nappin' in a big ass house
Chillin' with my homies on the West side, West side
Bringin' out my best side
I was on the road for like a quarter I was in and out the border
From London to Paris, yes it's very extraordinary
Fuck around and took the bus and a ferry
Should've seen the itinerary
Then we made it back home like woah
Tell me how you're feelin', higher than the ceilin'
I know I've been illin'
Probably wonder where I'm at, bitch I've been chillin'
Why they grillin'? Yeah I'm still in like I never left
They know I had to go but then I brought it right back
Like woah
Do it like woah
Do it like woah
Going through it like woah
You already know
You already know
Gotta get it like woah
In this bitch like woah
Get it like, like, like woah
Let's go—Uh, I'ma get it like woah
I get so high they wonder why no I can't go away
I gotta hold my own, know that's the only way
I've been vibin', let me guide em, I said I gotta know
I've been ridin' for so long I think that it's time to go
Feeling like an addict that ain't had it, up and at it in a minute
If it hadn't been invented, my limit wouldn't be infinite
I'm feeling like an infant in a womb, I'ma be here 'til the tomb
Lately I've been in my room
Lookin' and lookin' at records on the wall
Hold up—
Like woah
Yeah I hope we make it to fuckin' paradise and not die on the way there, mothafucka... |
loving someone | Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be...
My heart is telling me the telly isn't telling me anything
I need but it needs to keep selling me
Besides celebrities lacking in integrity
Holding up the status quo instead of showing the kids
That they matter, Who are they gonna batter next?
Just keep holding their necks and keep selling them sex
It’s better if we keep them perplexed
It's better if we make them want the opposite sex
Disenfranchised young criminal minds in a car park beside where your nan resides are not slow, they’ve just never been shown that you should be…
...loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Oh, oh...
We're all human, we're just like you man
We’re sentient or something or other I can’t remember, whatever
We shouldn't have people afloat
If it was safer on the ground, we wouldn't be on a boat
Charlatan telepathy exploiting insecurity and praying on the purity
Of grief and its simplicity but I know that maybe I'm too skeptical
Even Guy Debord needed spectacles, you see
I'm the Greek economy of cashing intellectual cheques
And I'm trying to progress, but instead of selling sex...
And I think I should be...
...loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be...
I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers
On bikes from schools and cars
With autumn leaves fallen sparse across mid-afternoon
She blazed about how
‘Cultural language is an operating system
A simple interface rendered feeble and listless
When tested with divinity or a true understanding
Of the human condition
I never did understand – the duality of art and reality – living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnect
To touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon, and between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city
That orange, English light cast only one, singular shadow
For you are not beside but within me
...loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Oh, oh... |
i know him | They say
George Washington’s yielding his power and stepping away
‘Zat true?
I wasn’t aware that was something a person could do
I’m perplexed
Are they gonna keep on replacing whoever’s in charge?
If so, who’s next?
There’s nobody else in their country who looms quite as large…
A sentinel whispers in King George’s ear
John Adams?!
I know him
That can’t be
That’s that little guy who spoke to me
All those years ago
What was it, eighty-five?
That poor man, they’re gonna eat him alive!
Oceans rise
Empires fall
Next to Washington, they all look small
All alone
Watch them run
They will tear each other into pieces
Jesus Christ, this will be fun!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da da dat dat da ya daaaaa!
Hahahahahahahahaha
“President John Adams”
Good Luck |
the way i are | Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
One at a time, baby
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't got no money
I ain't got no car to take you on a date
I can't even buy you flowers
But together we'll be the perfect soulmates
Talk to me, girl
Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go Dutch, you can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks just you and me
Thug it out 'til we get it right
Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped
Can you handle me the way I'm are?)
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like, I like, I like
I ain't got no Visa
I ain't got no Red American Express
We can't go nowhere exotic
It don't matter 'cause I'm the one that loves you best
Talk to me, girl
Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go Dutch, you can still touch, my love is free
We can work without the perks just you and me
Thug it out 'til we get it right
Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped
Can you handle me the way I'm are?)
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
Yeah, baby girl
I don't got a huge ol' house, I rent a room in a house
Listen baby girl
I ain't got a motorboat, but I can float ya boat
So listen baby girl
Once you get a dose of D.O.E., you gon' want some mo'
So listen baby girl
When I make it, I want you there, want you there, yeah
Yeah my money ain't aloof like Phil and them
And it's really not quite low as LSN
Your body ain't Pamela Anderson
It's a struggle just to get you in the caravan
But listen baby girl
Before I let you lose a pound, I'll buy a bigger car
So listen baby girl
I love you just the way you are, the way you are
Oh, baby, it's all right, now you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go dutch, you can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks, just you and me
Thug it out till we get it right
Baby, if you strip, you could get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped
Can you handle me the way I are
I don't need the cheese or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
Baby, if you strip, you could get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped
Can you handle me the way I are
I don't need the cheese or the car keys
Boy, I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like, I like, I like |
fuckin wit me | Most of us successful people could tell you a story
About when they wasn't fucking with us
Now that we at the top, y'all not fucking with us
They ain't fuck with me when my money low
Now they tryna ride 'cause my money long
These niggas ain't shit, half million dollar whip, nigga
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick
They may hate like I ain't grind for this shit
But I ain't tripping cause you niggas ain't fucking with me
Tell 'em "Nah, nah, you niggas ain't fucking with me"
Yeah, when the money came all the hoes came too
These niggas started hating, I guess that's what fame do
And I remain who? Me! Still be with the same crew
None of my niggas don't fall out for bitches
They falling for money, we ain't you, we ain't y'all niggas
Started with a dollar and I turned that to a million
Now the Chasers in the building, it ain't hard nigga
I'm like oh lord what a feeling when you pull up
Drop the ceiling on them suckers that was watching while we starve nigga
They got fat and I got slim
So I shitted on them niggas when I got in
My homie caught me for some paper, that was not my friend
That was not my dawg, so it's fuck that nigga, knock him off
More money than you can ever think
Now we buying more PJ than we can ever drink
More than we could ever swallow
Get money that's my motto
When you in the lead there's nothing to follow
I know...
These niggas ain't shit, half million dollar whip, nigga
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick
They may hate like I ain't grind for this shit
But I ain't tripping cause you niggas ain't fucking with me
Tell 'em "Nah, nah, you niggas ain't fucking with me"
When the money came all the problems came too
And when the problems came all they had to blame was you
And niggas said I changed, you would probably change too
When niggas is hating they catching them vapors
And mad at favors that you ain't do
They gon' switch sides
I could tell you suckers want me gone
Before I let my mama mourn, you know I'ma let that shit fly
And I used to get it on
Selling crack till it was dawn
Moving fish, and I ain't talking 'bout no fish fry
And the reason they can't keep up, cuz when they sleep you know we up
We move kilos, then re-up
I do one lap, then I speed up
With your plan A, you couldn't be us
Or see us, when it's game time
And it's 4th quarter now let's D-up
I'ma be up, with my feet up
And I'ma eat up, every beat up
That they feed us, as a fetus
I had more stripes than Adidas
And my dawg told me don't ease up, kill these niggas
And when I do murder them all me and my Philly niggas
These niggas ain't shit, half million dollar whip, nigga
Tell your bitch suck a rich nigga dick
They may hate like I ain't grind for this shit
But I ain't tripping cause you niggas ain't fucking with me
Tell 'em "Nah, nah, you niggas ain't fucking with me"
I'm on a decade of dominating the game
With the legends, the hottest MCs, and the new niggas
It's me
They ain't fuckin' with me
It's the ball
DC 3 |
what you want | I will never be what you need but
I got what you want
You just wanna spend my cash and smoke my weed
I got what you want
You've been up for days, can't get no sleep
I got what you want
See the sauce drippin' off from the heart that's on my sleeve
I got what you want
Oh yeah
I got what you want
See it in your eyes, you just tryna get on
I know what she wants
She got more issues than a magazine
I had a girl named Mercedes, used to love it when she bends
When she make me mad, I leave her ass on read
I never let these girls get to my head
I'm too busy countin' all of this bread (Oh yeah)
What can they say to me?
'Cause if I left then they wait for me (Then they wait)
What can they say to me? (What can they say?)
I keep it G and she knows it
I will never be what you need but
I got what you want
You just wanna spend my cash and smoke my weed
I got what you want
You've been up for days, can't get no sleep
I got what you want
See the sauce drippin' off from the heart that's on my sleeve
I got what you want
Oh yeah
Pin drop, pin drop, ten o' clock, ten o' clock
Hit the inbox, I'll be in the box (I'll be in the box)
But she so bad (So bad), got 'em all shook (All shook)
Said she want to ball, she get the hard work (Get the hard work)
Oh yeah, she super dope (Super dope), still high (Still high)
I can't even tell you what this feels like (What this feels like)
Oh, oh, real life (Real life)
Wake up every morning and I feel high (Leggo)
I got a bitch in the projects, yeah, she faithful and honest
Never went to college, she got collagen in her body
You don't need that type of knowledge when you pretty and polished
She don't even drive a car but she been wrackin' up mileage (Yuh)
I got everything, lows, highs, show off anything
Told her, "Hold tight, go light with them heavy things"
I'm not what you need, can't front
Back up, baby, I got what you want (What you want)
Yeah
I will never be what you need but
I got what you want
You just wanna spend my cash and smoke my weed
I got what you want
You've been up for days, can't get no sleep
I got what you want
See the sauce drippin' off from the heart that's on my sleeve
I got what you want
Oh yeah
I got what you want
I got what you want
I got what you want
I got what you want |
fashion week | Oh yeah
I ain't tryna make nobody mad making this record but
They trust the truth because I be swaggin' on y'all's
Every week is fashion week for me
Wake up put on all the freshest shit you ever seen
New York, LA, Milan, Italy
I know that your girl wanna get up and leave with me
Every week is fashion week for me
I just went to Barney's spent your whole year's salary
I never wore Yeezys that's a fact
Boy them shit's is cheesy you know that
I just bought my girl them brand new Raf's
And I just spent your car note on her bag, yeah yeah
Cause every week is fashion week for me
Wake up put on all that freshest shit you ever seen
I got shit you don't and that's a fact
I don't really really feel that bad
Every week is fashion week for me
Wake up put on all the freshest shit you ever seen
New York, LA, Milan, Italy
I know that your girl wanna get up and leave with me
Cause every week is fashion week for me
Wake up put on all the freshest shit you've ever seen
I got shit you don't and that's a fact
I don't really really feel that bad |
97 | CC dat way k way
Aye, aye
Bobby Kritical
Aye
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
*Beep*
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up
*Beep*
Aye money count, aye
Walking like it, aye
Talking like it, aye
Looking like a lick, aye
*Beep*
Counting up them hunnids, aye
Boy you know I love them strips, wooh
No I'm having, aye
30 clips, aye
In case you want to trip, aye
They had to dip, yea
Nah, for real, yea
I just want a mil', yea, aye
How I feel
Forgiato wheels, skrrt skrrt
Aye aye aye
Run it up, run it up, aye ha!
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
*Beep*
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up
*Beep*
Run up trap guard
Run my cheque up (huh)
Got that bent truck, skrrt
We got extras, extras
I'm gone flex up
Take it right back to texano (texano)
I was broke but now I got hundo (rich)
Checked my bank account got too many o's (o's)
I'm balling on hoes
I'm flexing I don't need a stamp (a stamp)
Got too many rings like a champ, a champ
Walk around with the mac of course, mac of course
Driving one like Macklemore
I'm done box up on these niggas, these niggas
Try top the flex up and I'm winning
All this is shit just the beginning, aye
Diamond biting and you know that I'm winning, woah
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
*Beep*
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up
*Beep*
I got a cheque
I rep the set
I got a uzi
I got a tek, no more
I got respect
Nigga I'm blessed
I'm a young nigga at the dep, no way
My lip pet fist step
I stay rolling up them M's, M's
I'm a city boy
I'm from Sun Land
Young nigga stacking them band's aye
Young nigga busting them gram's aye
Young nigga pulling them scam's
Young nigga pulling in foreign's
Yea I Run that cheque up crazy
Aye, I got that money baby, aye
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
*Beep*
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
*Beep*
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up
*Beep* |
funkmaster flex freestyle part 1 | I'm who these ladies love, who your main bitch lust for
Mounts of dead presidents, and I ain't talking Rushmore
Codeine and syrup got my safe like the drugstore
Hating niggas, niggas hating, bitches hating -- fuck, boy
She a gold-digger, but who am I to judge her?
We above the law, who am I to cuff her?
It's obvious she want me, mayne
You could try to
I be swimming in these women, I'm the scuba diver lover
Known around the globe but Harlem's where I be at
Same home as Cam'ron, and I ain't talking Diaz
Flame spitter nigga, guaranteed to get a heat rash
Ballin' all seasons, subscribe for your league pass
Rap Simon London, Louis Vuitton Don shits
Christian Louboutin for guys with red bottoms
Yves St. Laurent kicks, Christian Dior sponsors
Thesis snap-backs like I'm straight outta Compton
Rick Owens, I own 'em
Margiela's, I did 'em
Y3's, we on it
Alexander, we miss 'im
I'm talking 'bout the king, yes, Alexander McQueen
May he live, rest in peace, and we do it through our jeans
I'm trying to tell 'em I see my future as crystal-clear
Shine like some crystal, yeah, so I keep pistols near
Not far at all, one reach, that's all
You sleep, sleep in the back of some old Ford pickup
On the side of the road
Cold, cold world, no J
No way, Jose
N.A. all day
S.T., that's me
Ask why, and you wonder why my flow go over guys
Who want a horse and drive
But you often find it's coffin time, no Pokemon
Plate still stuffed to the top, but ain't no pork on mine
It's quite often I could come up with Mighty Morphin rhymes
Fool think he fucking with Nast, must have lost his mind
Yeah, you lost your mind, the throne is mine
I watch the throne
Smoking reefer, slightly past my zone
I'll soon be back at home
I'm relaxing, homes
I got the Mac tucked in my jack
I might just act if you ain't acting right
Fuck it, I keep the Magnum
Bust it; niggas don't want it with my niggas, we steady coming
Hundred deep, three hundred we coming like Spartan
Fucker, just pardon my flow
I come through your deli department or market
Nah, check it out
I'm swagging, my niggas with it too
Your bitch with it, I probably just hit her then I'm through
Through, I'm chilling, I'm chilling with the homies
Rolling up a couple Swishers, couple bitches on me
I be chilling, homie
Get the picture? We all around the globe, check the flow on me
(Yeah, Fergenstein you never heard of mine
I'm sippin' Persian wine with your Persian Dime)
Medusa faceded mogul
Fergenstein too cool too
Hoodlum in these Owen boots
Ricky Owen but I ain't on you
Fuck burnin', I thaw the booth
Nigga I ain't lyin', I told the truth
Lil' kids gone hold the deuce
Sip holy water, tryna seek the the truth
Uh, that was just me startin' off...
Man I came to bring the pain
Twelve be spittin' flames
Live from the two twelve with my eight dollar gang
AP, Audemar
Running like a Viking back
It's the grand with the flow, all the hoes be liking that
Recite it back
Run it back
Play it over, play it over
ASAP everything, my young niggas takin' over
Pyrex, baking soda, loud and some roll up
Cookin' up some shit Ty Nast screamin'...
Donatella on speed dial
Diamond teeth when these smile
Triple tongue, Jeremy Scott's
Margiela's on me, nigga no socks
Dropped in a bitch, nigga no pop |
futurama 2 to tylko bragga | Te rapery są jak Mokujin, pokażę im plecy
Lubiłem rap, ale ich syf zmienia postać rzeczy
Mój styl bez granic jak Palestyna, nie ma bardziej barwnego, a flow
To elastyna, nawiń coś na kształt tego
Dawaj mi łychę i najtłustsze nuggetsy
Zajadam Rafaello i nucę 'Show No Mercy'
Futurystyczny MC, wierz mi, wbiłem uwstecznić mainstream
Jestem tu niedzisiejszy nawet przy abstynencji
Tutaj, gdzie każdy jest jak każdy, wszyscy jak wszyscy
Jestem jak nikt My My My Mystique
Mam wbite w populizmy nie ma fajniejszej ksywki
To tutaj tak świeci jak techno-boy'om grzywki
Nie zdejmę z tego tropu nigdy, niosę to brzemię
Dzieci nocy, robimy lifting na scenie
Mogą mi skoczyć i pojechać, zaraz stary
Tak się przebranżowić umie tylko Adaś Małysz
A ja i tak będę tu sobie władać słowem
Odpal mi dobry wosk, a będę latał jak w Harachowie
Narta, jeżeli łgasz jak cyganka
Narta, możesz mi skoczyć #skakanka
Sprawdzaj jak jedzie to lider z pompą - Quebonafide
Wpadłeś jak Rysiek Riedel w kompot
Kiedy ubieram zdania w słowa odczuwasz dyskomfort
Pokaż mi szmal, ten rap to moje portfolio
Mam więcej go, mam więcej rapu niż DatPiff
Gdy daje tu ten vibe, każdy się tym jara jak spliff
Rzucam panczami jak Sokół fanami
Rzucam panczami jak Sokół fanami
Pif Paf, pojebany jak Raff Riff
O kurwa zgubiłem się
No i to by było na tyle... |
apache rose peacock | Sittin' on a sack of beans
Sittin' down in New Orleans
You wouldn't believe what I've seen
Sitting on that sack of beans
Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
People on the street just kickin' to the licks
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honalee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans
Oh good brother, just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jaw
I saw a bird walkin' down the block
Name Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honalee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
A little boy came along
Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy
So I found her in the quarter
Good God, how I adored her
Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her Rosey
I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I liked better
Twinkle twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin' down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard
Apache Rose gotta rockin' Peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass Meters
She has one of those built-in heaters
I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I liked better
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg someone might hump it
Chicken strut your butt let's rock
Gettin' it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girl's insane but it's all right
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honalee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans |
eggs on the third floor | You said that I was worthless
Sure enough the toxins came up to the surface
I'll take your oxygen I'm perfect
Better bring your iron to the skirmish
Step on heads of serpents, smoke detergent
Robert Downey Jr., rotate image
Old money in the bag look like sauteed spinach bitch
Manicurin' like a China, spin out the beamer at the arena
Bitches spot me like a cheetah
Wild life, wild nights with your wife (twice, dyke)
Now who the one that be turnin' the wheel in the old Deville
Step in the field, suckas know I'm real
Long sword down the leg so I stand still
Red beard so I resemble Jim the Anvil
Neidhart, ride dirty in the five sharp
Hand skills, Jean Claude, fine art
Put my head right through the Monet, ole
All the drugs I smoke, my lungs are probably coal gray
Ice on the Rolly, dykes on the pole play
Gravitatin' towards the money cause it brings me joy
Only thing next to my baby girl and baby boy
Drop Mercedes toy
With your moms butt naked cookin' eggs like Ving Rhames in Baby Boy
You know the outcome, you ain't about none
Smoke 'til my mouth numb
Hold the chopsticks at the top you know I'm upper class
Grab the sizzle beef with my teeth
Hop in the vehicle, lit the keef
Back in the streets, it's me
Yo this is Bam Bam and I'm representin' Flushing
Smokin' blueberry like a muffin
Yo I'm the one your lady lovin'
Just tell that bitch I need a scrubbin'
And don't forget the chicken in the oven
Never burn a dinner, spend cake on cheese
Red mirror lenses in the gray Oakleys
Flip out the plane with a cape on skis
Girl I really love it when you're dancin' on me
Dancin' on me, dancin' dancin' on me
No time flat I'm gonna be on TV
With a big batty gal, skin tropical
I'm doin' all the things you never seen possible
Blow the smoke out, the BBS's poke out
Daddy did the three-piece and mommy brought the cloak out
Nowadays you can catch me out in So Cal
Spendin' five stacks in a week in the grow house
Now I'm highed up, makin' popcorn
Flip the bag this side up
Then sit back on the couch
And let me put my penis in your mouth
Cause girl I really want some head tonight |
tony hawk | Damn, baby, look at these diamonds
Walk up in this motherfucker shining
I'm Almighty
Tony Hawk
Walk up in this motherfucker shining
Damn, baby, look at these diamonds
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding
Money be my right hand, I got my Breitling on my left
That money be my wifey, you know I ain't got no spouse
Look at that ho up over there
Look at that thot, watch I get her
She seen my ice then I hit her
What I do? Pass her to my niggas
I'm cooling in Benihanas but I don't eat lobster
Bitch, I'm eating ten steaks, call me Sosa big ball
Sosa 2Pac
Riding around the west side in Beverly Hills in a new 'Rari
She know niggas will never be too sorry like Tadoe
Ayy, with my bankroll
Don't get mixed in that mango
Come through chopping shit with my Johnny Dang on
Walk up in this motherfucker shining
Damn, baby, look at these diamonds
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding |
say it to my face | Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, Say it to my face (to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place
Got a chopper, kinda like a helicopter
For any nigga that thinks it's sweet
And you better call the doctor, have you shakin' like a maraca
Drippin' like this beat, blood spillin' like a faulty faucet
Plug his ass, before you end up in a hearse
Put the gear in reverse then you better hit the fucking
Gas {tires screech}
You broke n' now you bitter
But how the hell is a nigga gonna start beef with me
On his fucking twitter? (for real?)
You know where I be
You know where I stay, I ain't that hard to find
All up on my D, when the DTP boy
You sweeter than a valen... tine
How can you call yourself a man boy (man boy)
You's Ludacris number one fan boy (fan boy)
Then you left and you're gone "goodbye" lazy
I don't miss you
Then you signed to a nigga, who signed to a nigga
Who signed to another nigga (what the fuck?)
Smart move, boy you dumb as hell
You should take your soul and have a end of the summer sale
But all your records are my theme song (why?)
'Cuz I'm still shopping off your ringtone
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, say it to my face (to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place
Ah, to you internet gangsters, Facebook hoes
Email bullies I can see your camel toe (HI!)
Instead of talking to a nigga straight up
You'd rather send a text (text)
Well I think you a bitch and you should change your sex (sex)
Hiding behind your phone screen (phone screen)
Better run the other way you playin' for the wrong team (team)
Dick in the booty ass nigga (dick in the booty ass nigga)
Ol' take another dude to the movies ass nigga
I can see your Kit-Kat, gimme a break hit him in his face
How you keep it real when you know a nigga fake
Better hit the brakes when you see me nigga shake
You gon' run into convulsions, hater emotions and epileptic seizures
Put a nail in a nigga your career is over hang'em up like jesus
Amen (amen) sayonara (sayonara) ok then (ok then)
Next time you cryin' tell a bitch nigga
But keep in mind... yous a bitch nigga
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, say it to my face (to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place
Put a pussy ass nigga in his place
With that toolie on my waste like "huh"
I put it to his face and ask the pussy nigga
"How it taste like? huh?"
He said it taste like nine (nine)
Told him it's a Glock 10 though (10 though)
Niggas thinkin' this a game til' them shots hit his body
Bend his ass like limbo
Give my shooters yo' info
Send them right to yo place, put them right in yo face
Nigga like "what you say?"
Catch you night time and then brighten your day
Shots at your head they dont like what you say
Coroner’s comin' ta wipe you away
Think you a G, get hit right with the K
Wherever you standing, thats right where you lay (blah)
Y'all niggas run yall mouth just like a bunch of bitches
Pussy niggas talking just like a bunch of snitches
Lord be my witness, I ask for forgiveness
But if these pussy niggas keep runnin' they mouth
I'mma give them the business
Heard you pussy ass niggas talkin' bout me
When I'm not around
Told another nigga, so he told another nigga
And it got around (got around)
So I told the other nigga
Go tell the other nigga "move outta town" (outta town)
'Cuz my dawg playin' hardball with the sawn off
Like you out of bounds, BOOM!
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, say it to my face (to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face)
To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face)
Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place |
church | I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See some hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in church!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to church
Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to church
Christian Louboutins, they're my best friends
I'm bout to put these bitches to the test then
What ya callin' spikes? What color that box?
Is that a white bag in it? Yea? No? Hold up. Stop
You ain't bout that life (bout that life)
You ain't bout that life
You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!"
Then climb back up the pole to meet Christ
Saturday night, she twerkin' it for a real nigga
These niggas hatin', I hate them niggas
Make me wanna bring back Tommy Hilfiger
I'm in love wit' a stripper, cue to that nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya strippin? Go on twerk it then, cause' after this
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See some hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in church!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to church
Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to church
I know this ain't the first night
Go on girl, just do your thang
Don't be actin' shy
Take a sip and just do it babe
Sittin here all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
Tomb Raider, sooner or later
The way you move that ass so innovative
Go on, baby, lay down
(CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible
(CHURCH!) I need it for survival
(CHURCH!) Lord save me!
(CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby
I'mma crucify that pussy, I'mma nail it here, I'mma nail it there
I'mma mail it here, I'mma mail it there, doin' all this sippin' Belvedere
Gotta sheriff here and a baliff here, all we missin is a judge
One night with a random bitch, and she'll burn your ass like a rug
Real niggas gon' say that, real niggas don't play that
Real nigga'll take a basic bitch, then close the trunk of that Maybach
Open the trunk to that Maybach, roll the bitch in that water
Conscience start gettin the best of you, gotta pull a ho outta that water
Try to make some sense of it, tell a ho she got baptized
Put a couple hundreds in her Trues, tell a ho to get her act right
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
Red bottoms will make her fuck; you broke niggas don't stand a chance
CHURCH!
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See some hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in church!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to church
Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to church
I know this ain't the first night
Go on girl, just do your thang
Don't be actin' shy
Take a sip and just do it babe
Sittin here all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
Tomb Raider, sooner or later
The way you move that ass so innovative
Go on, baby, lay down
(CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible
(CHURCH!) I need it for survival
(CHURCH!) Lord save me!
(CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby
King Chip, eastside Cleveland ghetto mogul
You say, "Damn, you livin like that?"
I say, "Bitch, I told you."
Sunday mornin, extra clean, get these bitches off of him
I'mma roll through your hood, and collect my offering
Seen her wit a group of friends, damn she got the best butt
Then she turned around, lookin like Morris Chestnut
Aww, hell no, God damn. What the fuck?
Even though shit a nigga still might fuck
You can be my "Plan C," just in case my "A" and "B" can't cut
Guess what? A nigga so fresh to death, I'm decomposin'
I just copped a dope ass condo, just to keep some hoes in
What I'm gon' do with all these racks?
Damn, what she gonna do with all that ass?
That baby oil is Holy Water
Ever met a young nigga with too much cash?
Her baby daddy live by my words
Damn, she cold, she got them curves
Double parked outside of the club
Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves"
Smokin' these L's in the pulpit
With OG Chuck in the cool bitch
Got ten thousand all in ones cause, damn, that ass is stupid (Haha!)
I know this ain't the first night
Go on girl, just do your thang
Don't be actin' shy
Take a sip and just do it babe
Sittin here all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
Tomb Raider, sooner or later
The way you move that ass so innovative
Go on, baby, lay down
(CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible
(CHURCH!) I need it for survival
(CHURCH!) Lord save me!
(CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby |
mercy remix | Well, it is a weeping
And a mourning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping and a mourning
And a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe
O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me
O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me
O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)
O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Boy)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Boy)
Look, I'm in a Lamborghini, with two models
21 bottles, a Murcielago (Yeah)
A nigga gone when I hit the throttle
Then she give me the crazy head
A nigga swerve, then hit a pot-hole (Damn)
I'm ridin' in that big boy, 500K on my outcast
A gotta whole lotta girls in Dubai
I got a bush bitch in the outback (Wow)
Got Adidas from my feet up, check my sneaker
Get a 100 thousand for the feature
I'm ballin' while you niggas talkin' shit
And y'all bitch ass niggas in the bleachers (Yes)
With this Versace, just watch me kick my feet up (Oh)
It's too many niggas in my clique
We all got hits, you niggas gettin' beat up (Blaow)
Believe us, OHB up in this place (Yeah)
Got them Louboutins on
Kick a nigga in his face
I'm a real Virginia nigga, in LA got VA plates (Okay)
She say I'm sexy, I'm just flexin'
Wayne Gretzky, I skate, yikes
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve, hahaha)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, yep)
O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)
Well, it is a weeping (Swerve)
And a mourning and a gnashing of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weeping and a mourning (Swerve)
And a gnashing of teeth (Swerve)
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe (Swerve, swerve) |
need a stack | Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch with five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (Woo, woo)
I don't usually do this
I ain’t really with the stuntin', homie (Yeah)
But I gotta do it 'cause tonight, she 'bout to bust it on me
She gon' get to touchin' on me (Woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
You've been killin' it since last year
Since last summer, had these bitches gettin' mad, yeah (Hey)
Ain’t that somethin'?
I don't usually hit the shade club or drink much
But today I got my pay stubs, I'm laced up
Let me show you what the face does, a drink does
Saw you movin' from the waist up, I don't take drugs
Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo)
You exotic, open up, let me come inside it (Woo)
I'm invited, tell them bitches I'm a sexaholic (Woo)
I'm excited, perfect timin'
You look good, won't you throw it back on me?
You gon' make even a broke nigga put his last on it
You gon' make him spend the dough, he don't even have money
When you take off all your clothes, they gon' put they tax on it
But it's not enough
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars”
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack
After you back it up, then stop
Wobbity, wobbity, drop, drop and make it hop
I'm in Versace, Armani, Balenciaga to the socks
And I'm on the molly, I'm throwin' thousands like rocks
Ooh, say less, my lil' babe blessed
She just bought a new booty, she on bed rest
She be twerkin' to Tunechi, for them paychecks
She tat' my name on her booty, her face next
I'm throwin' up the racks like some quarterbacks
Ooh, what a catch, that don't come with tax
Now you up in Saks with a bunch of bags
Shake that fuckin' ass for a budget plan
I throw a bunch of cash
I get so bored, I start throwin' money underhand
I need another hand
I got a blunt in hand, louder than a southern band
You gon' need a stack, bitch, do the money dance
Tunechi
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar (Mula)
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars" (Yeah)
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack
If I leave a paper trail, then I'ma need a tip drill
Shakin' it, turn the lights down
Bust it for the light bill
Diggin' it, then I'm lickin' all on that pussy, put it right there
Only wanna fuck the black bitches with the nice hair
Baby, bend it over, ass up, take the mask off
Don't ask me if I'm throwin' cash up, I'm spendin' that part
Black Card, play your part, now go retarded
That booty stupid, think you smart, I fuck regardless
Sprinkler fuckin' up your guard, that coochie water
I tear it up, she call me daddy, I'm not her father
Ask her where she from? She said, "New Orleans," it's a mic check
Don't try to kiss after you swallow, I don't like that (Huh)
But you look good when you throw it back on me
You gon' make even a broke nigga spend a bag on it
You gon' make me come alone like I don't even have homies
When you pull them titties out, put 'em in my mouth
Then I hit the dash on it
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars"
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket"
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack
Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air
By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here
Everything, all the drinks on me tonight
Put that thing on me, I'm tryna see what that pussy like
I'm just tryna pay a couple bills
When she hit the stage, I'ma leave more than a tip (Oh-oh)
Let me grab it, let me smack it, don't care if it’s real
Pullin' on my pants, I'ma let you feel it
Biggity bounce, biggity bounce, gon' toot it up
She breakin' it down, breakin' it down, I can't get enough
Spread 'em for me, showin' them cheeks
I'm actin' like a fiend, been here for a week
She give me the red light special
You can lie to me, baby, tell me that I'm special
Just keep steppin' on the money like they rose petals
I'm not a trick, just a rich nigga, know better
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar (Know better)
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (Know better)
You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars (Rich nigga know—)
You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars" (Rich nigga know better)
Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (Know better)
Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Know better)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet (Rich nigga know—)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket" (Rich nigga know better)
I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
I-I'ma need a stack
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack
Yeah, I'ma need a—
I-I-I'ma need a rack |
best friend | Yeah, yep
Spit my gum out right now, yeah
What up, world?
Got my inspiration in the studio with me tonight, feelin' good
Got a lot to smile about
Talk to y'all niggas
Yessir, hey
My best friend say I'm bottled up, I need a fuckin' therapist
But I can't think of nobody I wanna share this with
Why should I open up on somebody else's carelessness?
Pop, there goes the top, nigga, so here it is
Mama workin' all day, Daddy out in the streets
Imagine ten years old, full of doubt and defeat
Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceit
My grandma Loucelle used to tell me, "You about what you weep"
She used to help me with my homework, addiction, subtraction
Added faith to my life and doubt got subtracted
Wanna skip your mind from crying? Better learn something, son
You be beatin' on my couches, why don't you try hit the drums?
Look, ooh, you see me, Ma, they wish they could be me, Ma
As I got better, her body was eaten by leukaemia
Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
But the gift within it was when I first met Chad
But even Chad could tell you that my Christmas was jinxed
'Cause Grandma Loucelle died on 12th 19th
I can't help but wonder what kind of black cloud I was under
'Cause fifteen years later, the other died that summer
Bummer
My best friend told me (What?)
You be actin' tough, that's fine (Uh-huh)
But the weight of the world can really crush one's mind
So let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
Let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
See, you won't even know you hurt sometimes
Until you in conversations, it comes out in a line
So let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
Let it out, P (What?) My nigga, let it out
Ayo, 1021 Atlantis Drive, nigga was action packed
That's Atlantis Apartments, we live in half the back
That's where the 12-year-olds there, they be flashing crack
And when they shoot you, nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back
Ayo, Didi, Fleet and Marvian, can you imagine that?
The place we love the most, the hood was built to smash us flat
But I escaped 'cause I chased, what made me passionate
Now I got my skate team and spit these acid raps
So many niggas will rise, so many them niggas try
So many them niggas ended up duck-taped and tied
So many them same niggas, man, they moms eyes cry
So, they just got older, still on the corner with they pride
Well, let me tell you niggas something, I'm so glad you alive
Long as you got a breath, a pulse, nigga strive
Divine intervention this is, I heard a voice, nigga, listen to this
My best friend told me (What?)
You be actin' tough, that's fine (Uh-huh)
But the weight of the world can really crush one's mind
So let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
Let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
See, you won't even know you hurt sometimes (Uh-huh)
Until you in conversations, it comes out in a line
So let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
Let it out, P (What?) My nigga, let it out (Okay)
Jesus will arrange it, but Jesus won't change it
Hold yourself responsible, on yourself, you blame it
You mad, nigga don't articulate in Sans Script
I.E. we best friends, speak best friend language
I'm a happy nigga, you can't approach me in anguish
Whoever said anything worth working for would be painless?
Can't be mad at the world 'cause you and your girl ain't famous
'Cause you both on Bape, BBC and chain-less
Also you're Range-less, therefore switch lane-less
Now you brainless, dangerous, 'cause you pull out the stainless
All of a sudden you smart, now you do something heinous
First time you get caught, now your ass is famous
No longer chain-less, and the bus switching lanes is a bad look
Your girl with ya man sellin' lane-less, stop
Nigga, rewind and reverse slides three times
Reassess your thinking and trust me, it'll be fine
First, picture your goal, and repeat, "It'll be mine"
Or fuck it, nigga, just keep imagine killin' me, fine
Now you scrunching your face, tryna ace attainment
When you should be tryna find a place to base your shame, nigga
Success is tangible, don't wait for fame
I thought you would receive it better if I ain't say your name
You unsure of yourself, sit still and think
Review those actions if it fit, put your name in the blank
My best friend told me (What?)
You be actin' tough, that's fine (Uh-huh)
But the weight of the world can really crush one's mind
So let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
Let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
See, you won't even know you hurt sometimes (Uh-huh)
Until you in conversations, it comes out in a line
So let it out, P (What?) Let it out, P (What?)
Let it out, P (What?) My nigga, let it out (Okay)
Star Trak is who we are
Star Trak is who we are, ooh
Star Trak is who we are
Star Trak is who we are |
suicidal thoughts in the back of the cadillac | How could you tell me I'm not the one?
Fuck that, bust back, put the Bible down
Devil in my soul, mind runnin' around
I might blast on yo' ass, get down when I say so
Go around the corner, pick me up when I'm done
Three blocks I'ma run, open the door when I arrive
Say bye to your God, hands rise to the sky if you feel me
You think rollin' with a piece gon' get you yo' peace back?
You fuckin' these hoes, but they fuckin' you back
Every time you turn your back
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
You think rollin' with a piece gon' get you yo' peace back?
You fuckin' these hoes, but they fuckin' you back
Every time you turn your back
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I'm wired with desire, throw the water in the fire
Engulfed with hoes, clothes, money, foes, but it all goes
Eventually, I'll pack a nine and a simile
For the fake smiles in my eyes
Yeah, they took my eye, so I took their eye
Now we all blind to the truth
Clap on yo' wack ass, then it's back to the booth, yuh
You think rollin' with a piece gon' get you yo' peace back?
You fuckin' these hoes, but they fuckin' you back
Every time you turn your back
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
You think rollin' with a piece gon' get you yo' peace back?
You fuckin' these hoes, but they fuckin' you back
Every time you turn your back
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac (Yuh)
Don't be a bitch, I want to watch you do it
Don't stop, cock it back and pop the bullet
Glock big enough to blow off the mullet
On Joe Dirt, when it hits your brain it won't hurt no more
Just know when I go, play "Chop Suey" at my funeral
Don't cry, just vibe with my dead body
This is what I wanted, hope I don't regret it
This is what you wanted, lil' bitch, right? Yuh
You think rollin' with a piece gon' get you yo' peace back?
You fuckin' these hoes, but they fuckin' you back
Every time you turn your back
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
You think rollin' with a piece gon' get you yo' peace back?
You fuckin' these hoes, but they fuckin' you back
Every time you turn your back
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
Suicidal thoughts in the back of the Cadillac
Yuh (Yuh), yuh (Yuh), yuh (Yuh), yuh
Yuh (Yuh), yuh (Yuh), yuh (Yuh), bitch (Bitch) |
laxin | Once upon a time, there was a young man named
Hodgy Beats, OF, Super 3, Yes
I live for the money so I'm present in the Green-age
Mutant, like a turtle thats teenage
Look nice, but act ghetto without the clean fade
M-V-P me like D-Wade
I'm a shooter, like a computer for the internet
As if its intercourse, I'm just not in it yet
My house like a sauna, I'm always in a sweat
Every time she's in my bed, she always gettin' wet
I wouldn't cum in sex for physical intellect
Break your ass, then your back, then your neck
He's a gangsta, you ridin' with a roller
Wagon wheel, cabbage patch he pushing a stroller
Don't show holsters, unless he pullin' the toasters
Is that fish dead? Oh yes, he's a floater
Full of holes and I stay in rooms, full of hoes
Got Tyler lien to them all like Pinocchio, grow a nose
Once upon a time, there was a boy that could rap
Rap, rap, let me talk my crap
(Go to sleep, Hodgy Beats) |
homemade dynamite | A couple rebel top gun pilots
Flying with nowhere to be
Don't know you super well
But I think that you might be the same as me
Behave abnormally
Let's let things come out of the woodwork
I'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Yeah, awesome right?
So let's let things come out of the woodwork
I'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lines
Seeing me rolling, showing someone else love
Dancing with our shoes off
Know I think you're awesome, right?
Our rules, our dreams, we're blind
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Might get your friend to drive, but he can hardly see
We'll end up painted on the road
Red and chrome
All the broken glass sparkling
I guess we're partying
So let's let things come out of the woodwork
I'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Seeing me rolling, showing someone else love
Hands under your t-shirt
Know I think you're awesome, right?
Our rules, our dreams, we're blind
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Now you know it's really gonna blow
Our rules, our dreams, we're blind
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite |
meadow creek | What we gon' do with that boy?
Fuck I lost my mind
I've been runnin' since a quarter eight on the dirt road straight out The Mo'
Flip the bird 'fore a nigga faint
Fuck moms think a nigga strung on dope, niggas thinkin' I can't
Shit you wanna know me?
Let me show your ass a little thing
Every time I walk in this bitch, fresh, feeling my fir for the fish
She want to hold a nigga dick for the piss
To the squat for the flick
Give me yo thoughts for a bit
Right, gon' hit the weed, gon' head just cough little bit
Cum in her mouth but couple kids lost, coulda been a good spouse
Mom: Wake the fuck up baby Jacques!
Travis: Fuck, I was dreamin'!
Dad: Junior, get the fuck up!
Travis: Fuck, I cummed on my boxers, fuck!
Dad: Get yo ass up boy!
Travis: Fuck they want? Fuck!
Mom: Baby Jacques, wake the fuck up! Get yo ass downstairs!
Travis: Shut up, bitch, fuck!
Dad: Junior! Junior! Junior! What the hell!?
Travis: I gotta get the fuck out of here, fuck this... |
the spark | From the mind, thought produced a speck of light
It was infinitely hot, so extremely bright
Within the center of this great shining
There was enormous energy - it was expanding in great timing
Within this fireball was all of space
Special place with information encased
One of infinite beginnings this cosmic clock was ticking
And allowed space to float while it was spinning
All that you see around us
Sun, the Moon and stars - millions of worlds that astound us
The universe in size is hard to fathom
When composed in a region small as a single atom
One billionth the size the point of a pen
Microscopic, on a macro level within
And unfurled the swirling cloud of light
A star city, a galaxy, with all its might
Within the blinking of an eye expanded beyond comprehension
Then a fraction of a second a new dimension
At a marble size but very unstable
In time it would come with the periodic table
Space was expanding faster than light speed
Moving at the speed only thought can exceed
A picosecond after The Big Bang, music of the spheres
Before the ears, the universes now sang
Small enough to fit in your hand, a nanosecond later
It was the size of Mars and becoming greater
Fraction of the second later - 80 times the size of Earth
Fastest growing infant since its time of birth
Step into a world of black holes, quasars
Galaxies, supernovas, bright stars
A spectrum of light beams
Images beyond your wildest dreams
Still expanding but it didn't contain matter
Just pure energy that was spinning within the batter
But mass and energy are interchangeable
Convert those particles, not to name a few
Matter and antimatter, the arch-rival
Met, obliterated each other for survival
A war zone, a battle to the death
But as long as there's life and breath there's one remaining left
But an imbalance caused particles to vibrate
Away from the galactic center at high rates
So fast becoming a liquid
And it would be 300,000 years before it dripped it
Despite being perfect, it was in turmoil
Then it would fall back under pressure, recoil
Subatomic particles smashed into each other
Continuous energy years before discovered
Then it slowed down and began to bond
Creating atoms - building blocks of matter and beyond
It was now eight times the size of the solar system
Distance, thorough measurements, I enlist them
Sixty billion miles in diameter
Temperature of seventeen trillion Fahrenheit to damage ya
And it was only a millionth of a second old
And it would be another million years before turning cold
Step into a world of black holes, quasars
Galaxies, supernovas, bright stars
A spectrum of light beams
Images beyond your wildest dreams |
spiritual | And it says, now the works of the flesh are manifest
Meaning, the things that are in the sinful nature
They always come to the surface
And when they come, when they come to the surface
They come to the surface as demons
(All this work can pay off)
I just want all this work to pay off
(Just don't calculate us)
Don't calculate us
(Get to know you later)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Alcohol in my room
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, ah
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, uh
Pray your father's father wasn't touching his little daughter
Creating trans-generational trauma, that shit'll haunt ya
Pray your little cousin ain't fall from the place that you fall asleep
Of course it's hard for me
Nigga ain't dozed, I ain't washed in a week
I ain't changed clothes 'til the Black Album
Y'all rap about it, I'm wrestlin' in these streets
'Til I tapped out 'em, them niggas is WWE
Y'all can have that, I'm smack dab
In a hurricane of emotions
Can't even raise my little daughter, my little Carter
We call her Blue cause it's sad that
How can I be a dad that, I never had that
Shattered in a million pieces, where the glass at
I need a drink, shrink or something
I need an angelic voice to sing something
Bless my soul, extend your arms, I'm cold
Hold me for a half hour until I am whole, yeah
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair, don't shoot
I just wanna do good, ah
Alcohol in my room
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sick of hiding in holes and behind hyperbole
This is the real me unfold
Gangster is love, I'm thuggin', I'm huggin'
This is tougher than any gun that I raised
Any crack that I blazed, that was nothin'
Peeling back the layers, uncovering
Scars that never healed, I never kept it this real
I acted out, my life a stage, ten thousand people watchin'
Where's the little boy I knew?
I must have forgot him
Stuntin', of course we never grew
But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you
Stuntin', of course we never grew
But we're alone now and I'm singing this song...you
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, ah
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, uh
Alcohol in my room
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not.... |
peek a boo | Yo
My diamonds Pickachu
Metro Boomin wants some more nigga
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you!
Peek a boo
My diamonds is shining, hurting your eye
Peek a boo
Look at you
You think that you bad, you know that you not
Look at you
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Peek a boo, (peek a boo) peek a boo, p-p-peek a boo
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you!
Walk in the club and my diamonds shine
Gotta know the set invisible
Young nigga hands in everything
My nigga think I need tentacles
My mansion looking historical
24 karats surrounding my portrait
Try me leave you a memorial
Off in the river they finding you snorkeling
My bitches addicted to Michael Kors
Very "sadiddy" items just like Tom Ford
I got the white like a chalkboard
Break in the trap you gon' pay for it
20 pairs of Christian Louboutins
Pick a shoe, pick a shoe, pick a shoe
They asking bout what it is to beef with you rappers
Sorry I don't want an interview
Thundershock the pot like Pikachu (PIKA!)
Where is my revenue?
They investigating like the Blue's Clues
Momma said try different avenues
Most of my people they didn't believe until I turned into a Hercules
Ever since day one we took off
I talked to God, he said 'Murda please!'
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you!
Peek a boo
My diamonds is shining, hurting your eye
Peek a boo
Look at you
You think that you bad, you know that you not
Look at you
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Peek a boo, (peek a boo) peek a boo, p-p-peek a boo
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you!
Double R Ghost nigga peekaboo
Broke as a bitch nigga, pitiful
Locked up doing time, Lambo no mind
Jesus pieces, nigga spiritual
I just woke up in a mansion
Wondering how the fuck did this shit happen
The blogs, they say I be snapping
Making a movie, lights, camera, action
I'm beating the pot, knuckles gotta fraction
We invented the flow niggas got it packed
When we walk in the club we the main attraction
Too much smoke in the room, breathing like Toni Braxton
These bitches they loving our personality
You niggas so sweet I might catch a cavity
I'm the king of this shit nigga I'm your majesty
Drinking lean and my bitch drinking Daiquiri
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you!
Peek a boo
My diamonds is shining, hurting your eye
Peek a boo
Look at you
You think that you bad, you know that you not
Look at you
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Peek a boo, (peek a boo) peek a boo, p-p-peek a boo
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you!
Just left the jeweler
I bought a Yacht-Master, the master yacht
I just bought a Bentley Mulsanne
They callin' me samurai the way I chop the top
Steve Nash, I pass the rock
Shaquille O'Neal how I block a shot
Three Amigos I might chill at the sharks
Booting your bitch up with molly rocks
That Rolex ain't real if it tic-toc
They asking me when is the mixtape gon' drop
Peekaboo all of my diamonds shining
Pissy my diamonds in China
My necklace dripping down my spinal
I'm richer than Richie no Lionel
Lil' kids they call me their idol
Cause I inspire and you expire
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you!
Peek a boo
My diamonds is shining, hurting your eye
Peek a boo
Look at you
You think that you bad, you know that you not
Look at you
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Peek a boo, (peek a boo) peek a boo, p-p-peek a boo
Peek a boo
My diamonds Pikachu
Pikachu (eww, fuck out my face)
No way, I don't wanna look at you! |
4th chamber | Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
(Baby gurgling)
So... come boy, choose life or death
The only man a ho wait for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in '83 rocked Tale Lords
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own Fostex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with raccoons
Corner-sitting wine niggas sipping Apple Boone
This ain't no white cartoon
'Cause I be ducking crazy spades
The kid hold white shit like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
Stand up, you're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Ironman be sipping rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aiming nozzles stay windy in Chicago
Spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th
Built with Genghis Khan, the red suede Wally Don
I judge wisely as if nothing ever surprise me
Lounging between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece is like building stones in Greece
Our poems are deep, from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm
My eye's the visions, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above cloud
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fit
I leave them split like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
Aiyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scaling your building
No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent from the President to raid your residence
Because you had secret evidence and documents
On how they raped the continents and lynched the prominent
Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black Hebrew
The year 2002 the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Unloyal snakes get thrown in boiling lakes of hot oil
Up boils your skin, chickenheads getting slim like Olive Oyl
Only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential vitamin and minerals
Use the sky for a blanket, stuffing clouds inside my pillow
Rolling with the Lamb, Twelve Tribes a 144,000 chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions
The banks a G, all CREAM downs a bet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax-free shit by any means
Whether bounty-hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
I learned much from such swift cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like ham
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
That made me truncate the length one-tenth
Woofers thump, tweeters hiss like air pumps
RZA shaved the track, niggas caught razor bumps
Scarred trying to figure who invented
This unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
'Cause I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused |
work in progress intro | Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Hah
It's Gucci
Hah
I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor
And we couldn't pay the rent so it's a notice on the door
The neighbors been noticed so what I'ma front for?
Using pennies for the bus like what I'ma stunt for?
Mama workin' like a dog but we still broke
We lighting candles in the house 'cause the lights off
The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out
Bought me a Chevy, got a grill, now I'm gold-mouthed
I lost my daddy last year, I couldn't even cry
'Cause it's so hard to shed a tear, he didn't even try
The only person in the world I could fully trust
Was my older brother Vic, that's just how it was
Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk
I miss that girl Beasley, she was a real one
I had an artist that I treated like my own son
Gave him the shirt off my back and my own gun
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, Mister Don Don
It's been rainin' so long, when the sun comin'?
I'm drop top but put the top up when the storm comin'
Sometimes I think about my past, it make me start tripping
I was gifted with a talent that was God-given
But I was so hard-headed I would not listen
Sometimes I sit and I reflect about that cold prison
And doin' pull-ups with a nigga got a life sentence
They gave my nigga Grant life, he only gained on me
Five years later, how we in the same room?
You go to jail, that's when you see who really love you
I don't think nobody love me like my auntie Jean do
R.I.P my auntie Jean and uncle Goat too
How you gon' judge me? You don't know what I been through
I think these killers need a hug, I need a hug too
You send a slug, I'll send a slug, you know how thugs do
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I'm just a work in progress, I'm not even through
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I'm just a work in progress, I'm not even through
Wop
Hah
Woo |
favorite song | Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper, bah-bah
Iraqi rocket launcher
Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
Dang, dang, dang, skeet, skeet, skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like '92
Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat
Chance, ho, acid, cruising on that LSD
Asked Joseph about my deal
He looked back said, "Hell yeah, let's eat"
This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam
Young Rascal Flatts, young ass kid ass could rap
Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat
Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack and
Fourths of weed, I'm back to pack on hands
With young Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair, wrap weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds
Sang a song, oh, you don't know? What?
Well, I still bang with you
Hang with you, sip drank with you
As long as I can sang with you like
This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam
Niggas, please be focused, that Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I'ma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag
My stars, egad, she said, "This my favorite song"
"Hold my purse", now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished
Your mom won't play it in the car 'cause it got cursing in it
Your boy like, "I'm the one who showed you"
He want his percentage
'Cause you were like, "This ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?"
Two-step, white dude's Harlem Shake
Why you laughing? 'Cause you Harlem Shake
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That's acid rap, we killed the track
You had your chance, and 'Bino too, ooh
This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam |
i dont love her freestyle | Ay, Monty, Ayo Dice
I don’t know what the fuck is going on man
Ayo, man they call me ZooWap from the bando
Fetty Wap, ZooZoo, Zoovier, ay look ay
I play with them drums, my bitch, she on the organ
And she MVP, assist her right and she scoring
Left her other nigga, he was broke and was boring
12&22nd, used to trap on the corners
I ain’t saying I was rich but big ZooWap could afford it
Now my money longer, I rock robins and jordans
And I know these niggas mad two pairs of jeans their apartment
Where the fuck was ya’ll at when big ZooWap was starving
Had to make it happen, twenty niggas in an apartment
I ain’t had no fucking help, I put that on my mama
LB got me in the trap, every day it was harder
Started serving every day, then, my sack got larger
Remy Boyz, niggas know we making it harder
Bag mounds of work, send the shit way farther
I be in the trap tryna keep my eyes open
DA fucked up tryna throw the trial on me
Gotta watch for the fuck niggas tryna plot on me
Got the drop from his bitch, say he tryna ride on me
He deserves to slowly die with his eyes wide open
He deserves to slowly die with his eyes wide open
Pull up on these niggas, start to swerving
Ay, Remy Boyz, niggas know it perfect
Ay I’m scoring on these niggas, Steve Kerr
Ay, baby I ain’t even got insurance
Ay, sipping on the lean got me slurred
Ay, get you fucked up for the 30
Ay, Monty don’t approve that I’m Kerr
Hit this three pointer, Steve Kerr, Squad! |
slumber | And tell your niggas
“Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long,”
Way too long
Ain’t no TLC, boy, we can’t creep too long
Creep too long
We finna put you on some shit though
Shit though
THEMpeople make you wanna get low
But tell em
“Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long"
Wake up, wake up
We got bread to break up, we can’t be too long
Can’t sleep too long
We finna put you on some shit though
THEMpeople make you wanna get low
(Get low)
Brush you teeth after the wake and bake
Drink more water, watch your fake intake
Don’t ever be scare to make mistakes, thats how you grow
And avoidin’ the same mistakes you made is how you know
You movin’ forward, its bout progressin’, I’m learnin’ lessons
Most of this shit is really perception, its no perspective
Most of my niggas is the exception, the water keep us reflective
Thats why I gotta repeat it, pearls of wisdom repeated
I’m chiefin’ with people that I can trust, rolling, burning, ’til they depleted
Leave the ashes its dust
They sayin’ cash is a must, I beg to differ
I take the little dipper, as long as the ladle full
I wanted to be an actor but I couldn’t play the fool at all
Miseducated, could give a fuck about no school of thought, if you hate it
Food for thought, regurgitatin’ what they played it for me
Cookin’ faded, look what we created, then we catered for free
And tell your niggas
“Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long,”
Way too long
Ain’t no TLC, boy, we can’t creep too long
Creep too long
We finna put you on some shit though
Shit though
THEMpeople make you wanna get low
But tell em
“Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long"
Wake up, wake up
We got bread to break up, we can’t be too long
Can’t sleep too long
We finna put you on some shit though
THEMpeople make you wanna get low
(Get low)
Wake up, woke up to another 24
Some my brothers still in slumber, thank the lord
We was just dreamin’ about makin’ it easier
The little things in life, you know the tedious
Well oh he was teachin’ us, he workin’ while the goonies hate
Real nigga in the same thing too they straight
I can’t complain I was able when they was painin
Ain’t had cable but had a radio and a brain
Put two and two together in the ghetto
And thats how I came up off my hoover thought a lil not
Mick even brought the water, I swear its a fuckin’ potluck
Give us this day our daily bread and thats more than a dollar bill
Had to cope with a lot of bull but ain't fold cuz I’m smart again
Look, they no longer recognize you
You once did a show iced tonic and didn’t impress anybody
Now look at you, you acquire, your pussy rate has sky-rocketed
You came a long way since high school, you stepped out of your comfort zone
I think I used to sleep so long, cause I ain't ever want to stop dreamin'
Count my blessings like sheep, this real life just won’t let me be
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, it’s time to wake up my niggas
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, it’s time to wake up, right now
I think I used to try too hard, cause now everything comes easy
Open your eyes and trust yourself, and let the world see who you are
Its all yours
Its all yours
Its all yours |
stars align | Stars align, shadows in the sky
I bring the night alive, creepin' like a spy
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
Stars align, shadows in the sky
I bring the night alive, creepin' like a spy
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
Border patrol, imported kilos of blow
I'm in a Range Rover, sold out the shows
I like my yellow like gold
Hundreds my rolls, show up in 'dro
Wherever I go they think that they know
I'm with my bros, don't talk to po-po, Y-3 my toes
I lost my soul, I pour up a four, I think I need more
I think I need more, a friend from a foe, I make it snow
When I'm alone, when I'm alone, leany gets sore, leany gets sore
Life is a bore, I don't need no more, I don't need no more
Superman capsule, I go in, I go all out
Tags on my jeans they all watchin when I walk out
Yeah, I'm a dropout, 'member when they used to doubt
You know what I'm about, you know what I'm about
Far in the distance, come close, make you scream and shout
Far in the distance, come close, make you scream and shout
Far in the distance, come close, make you scream and shout
Swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
Stars align, shadows in the sky
I bring the night alive, creepin' like a spy
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
Stars align, shadows in the sky
I bring the night alive, creepin' like a spy
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
Harmonizing
Stars align, shadows in the sky
I bring the night alive, creepin' like a spy
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight
I'm swimmin' with the devil, I'm alone tonight |
task force | Welcome to the Task Force
Bitch Mob Worldwide
Lil B, welcome and enter the Task Force
Nigga this the task force are you ready to meet the lieutenant
I done hit 50 licks in the game about to jump up in it
Now it's like a scrimmage when you all up in that field
It gets real over the scrill, where them deals, them caps get peeled
Why you all up in my mouthpiece, trying to get something up out me
I done met bitches like you before, I treat them like a no no
Shouts out to Bitch Mob, young pretty boy killer
I see that pain up in your eye
But I chose to go out and ride
I'm holding on to that gizzon', for fizzon'
And protection, nigga tried to catch me slizippin'
Like the hitman out in Richmond
Holla on them streets when that Task Force on my mind
Bitch mob up on my mind
Lil B, I'mma go out and ride
Task Force no option
Pass to the back no Quarterback option
Buying from me no quarterback option
Might have to go out and drop 'em
Shouts out to Marvellous
Shouts out to Sacremento
I'll be smoking on that indo
Playing Nintendo, cause life's a game
In the Bay we be in a daze
Off that green and I'm all about grapes
Shouts out to East Ma Ma
Finna hit up KFC
Means Killing Fuckers Consistently
I'm my worst enemy
The only one that can beat me is Lil B
That's literally
Task Force keep it real with me
Bitch Mob gon' kill for me
Lil B that's the friend of me
You waiting out here for enemies
Move looking like a centipede
740 on top of shorty
Leave your ass with that 240
Shotgun with that "Oh Lordy!"
Bitch Mob, come Task Force me
Bitch Mob, come Task Force me
Bitch Mob, come Task Force me
Finna leave that pussy dripping you bitch
Welcome to the task force
Hand me the bitches and hand me protection, I need protection and I need bitches - Lil B
You have completed the first stage of Task Force
Now before you can rep the Task Force
First you have to be Based
Second thing you have to be apart of Bitch Mob
Third you have to protect Lil B at all times
You have be one of the top commenters, top protectors
Protect Lil B |
choices yup remix | Ever falled under pressure (nope)
Charge a bitch like a Tesla (yup)
Post a pic but don't disable my location (nope)
Walk with a limp like a pimp, like I need a hip replacement (yup)
Stay without a chopper (nope)
Saucy like sriracha (yup)
Is you a bluff? (nope)
Cartier, white buffs (yup)
This money on my, can't get it off in my mind (nope)
Hop off in the front of the line, I'm selling them this liquor and wine (yup)
I know a paper ahead and that's what I'll never be (nope)
Longevity, OG he got the recipe (yup)
she the baddest and her booty not the flattest (nope)
the mayor wanna UPS me a package (yup)
She asked a player, 'do I eat booty' (nope)
I told her no but I eat coochie (yup)
Snort Belushi (nope)
Smoke lemon cherry pie cookie (yup)
Lame (no), talks slick, mouthpiece hella game (yup)
Heart pump fear (nope)
Got your own beer (yup)
Overrated (nope), underrated (yup)
Biatch!
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I loving these hoes (nope)
And I get to the dough (yup)
You ain't come from the bowl (nope)
When I was broke I had to kick me a door (yup)
You can't talk to my migo (nope)
My migo, he bring me the kilo (yup)
Will I go out like Nino (nope)
No Nino, I'm Quavo El Chapo (yup)
My niggas ask me do I love that bitch I said (nope)
And my nigga Duey got the rocket on 'em (yup)
Then the new nigga, asked me "Do I trap?" (nope)
If I fuck it up I better make it back (yup)
Some niggas sayin' that was on before the rap (no)
We the first to put the Northside on the map (yup)
Niggas run up on 'em, niggas pulled 'em straps (nope)
Niggas tellin' fiction that shit get a nigga slapped (yup)
Niggas said that there were whippin' chickens in the lab (nope)
And now these niggas claiming that there the first to do the dab (nope)
I done been around the city and never seen them get a benji (nope)
Nigga say there drinking, get in the club and buy all my martini (yup)
She want a nigga to fuck her then love her buy her Balmain (nope)
Remember fucking that bitch but don't remember her name (yup)
You rather be famous than rich my nigga love fame (nope)
My nigga rather be rich than famous, say fuck the fame (yup)
You ever been a (nope)
(yup)
Pulling up in a Neon (nope)
In the town ride around with the heat on (yup)
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She asked me was I in love (no)
She heard I'm richer than Puff (yup) (Ciroc boy)
They wanna see you make bail (nope)
Wing Stop in my cell (yup)
Took the rims off my cars (nope)
Instrumentals on pause (yup)
Keep the choppers at home (nope)
Trappin' off of three phones (yup)
Offer me a ten mill (nope)
Think I need a new deal (yup)
Niggas lovin' these hoes (nope)
Arm gold on my (yup)
Top down, when it's cold (nope)
Hot boy to my bone (yup)
Foreclose on this home (nope)
Fuck boys in them zones (yup)
Real soldiers won't tell (nope)
Six mill on my bail (yup)
Dropped it off in a bag (no)
Pulled off in a Jag (yup)
Double M, be the tag
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
memoirs | Aye Offset (yo), aye Takeoff, what's up, unk?
You remember that shit we did way way way back in the day?
(I remember that) Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work
We was some crazy young niggas huh?
I'd like to welcome you to Yung Rich Nation
I know you been patiently waiting
Yung Rich Nation that's the album
Tryna turn the mansion to a castle
Diamond shine came from Africa, shine, shine (Africa)
(Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors) Ooh, damn, bachelor
Turn the club to a massacre (fuck it up, fuck the club up)
(If you a broke nigga I'm sad at ya, pitiful) Sad to say
First check bought a Audi Coupe
It was black and grey like the Raiders
First check bought a Challenger
It was 10 bands so I paid it
Remember the time, Offset he got me high
That was right by the neighbors house?
Remember the time we broke in the neighbors house
That was our first paper route
Remember the time they shot up my mama house
12 tried to make it my fault
Remember the time you niggas laughed at me
Said that I wouldn't bond out
You say that you trappin', take you to the bando
Hand you a fork, see what you bout
Before we made the song Hit Em' wit it
We was knockin' niggas out
Before we made the song 'Birds', pelicans fly to the south
Niggas talkin' stupid up in crowd
Jumped in the crowd and punched em' in the mouth
First time we in Miami, we had a gangsta shootout
Dope in my sock, and we beat the trap out
Don't come in my trap if you unannounced (Pussy)
Diamond shine came from Africa (Shine, shine, Africa)
Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors (Ooh, dab, bachelor)
Turn the club to a massacre (fuck it up, fuck the club up)
If you a broke nigga I'm sad at ch'ya (pitiful, sad to say)
Remember the time, I did my first break and enter?
Me, myself & I ain't had nobody wit me
Cause I ain't want my uncles know I did it
Remember the time I got kicked out for havin' gas stashed in my locker?
In the gym choppin' it up wit my partners
Next thing you know got walked out by the coppers
First juug I hit at school, Lord please forgive me
I know you remember that
6 period plotted on my teacher had to hit for that fundraiser fanny pack
Got home and counted the check
I'm thinkin' to myself Takeoff what you gon' do wit that
Call the plug up ask him where he at
I'm celebratin' smokin' back to back
Remember that time Quavo came home with a full grown marijuana plant
Stinkin' up the crib tryin' dry it off in the oven it was still wet
Mama came in smelt the odor said "Damn boy I can catch contact"
I got that dope talkin' anthrax, hit a fat one when we hit for fifty racks
Diamond shine came from Africa (Shine, shine, Africa)
Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors (Ooh, dab, bachelor)
Turn the club to a massacre (fuck it up, fuck the club up)
If you a broke nigga I'm sad at ch'ya (pitiful, sad to say) |
huncho dreams | What's happenin', Uncle G?
How you doin' this mornin'?
Good mornin', brother
What's happenin'?
Good mornin', Uncle George
What is y'all so happy about?
I mean, you're walkin' through here grinnin'
You're just grinnin', grinnin'
Like you a new man or somethin'
Nah, Rashad's a New-New man
He got some cuddy last night
Shut up, mm-mm
You got some booty in this house last night?
Mm-mm
I told you I don't want no company in my house
Mmm
I told you that I don't want none of them lil fast girls in my house
Mm-hmm
No females in my house, that's the rule
There's a one-bull rule in effect
I ain't gon' lie, I got some cuddy last night
Stop lyin'
You ain't got no cuddy
Candy blinds, yeah
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Raise the prices, raise it two times (Two)
No cap, these girls be the new vibe (New)
We don't like suicide so the doors fly (Doors)
She said I hurt her feelings 52 times (Two)
Call up queen (Nicki)
The queen can't flex on a young bull (Flex)
Made her scream (Scream)
Chanel, I bought her two of 'em
You can check IG (Hey, IG)
'Cause when she post, it go up (Go)
Is she for keeps? (For keeps)
Only if she come with two of 'em (Two)
Yeah, I be snipin' (Snipe, snipe)
I can't be wifin' (Nah, no wife)
I know she feisty (Feisty, feisty)
I'm Huncho Bison (Huncho Bison)
She treat me righteous (Righteous, righteous)
Nigga don't mean to brag (No)
I be tryin' to keep it cool, but I sniped yo' ass (Swear)
No "FEFE," I skeet-skeet ("FEFE") on yo' face ass (Face ass, brrt-brrt)
Called up Huncho to come tap that ass (Swear)
Pull up on you, autotune when I grip that ass (Skeet, skeet)
Pullin' on yo' weave, 'cross the room when I pipe that ass (Pipe it)
I see a queen on a tree-tree (What you see?)
She like the ride new boy tree-tree (Yeah, new boy)
I see a queen on the tree-tree (What you see?)
She like the ride that boy tree-tree (Yeah, new boy)
Nicki (Nicki), do you love me? (Please)
Why you crying? (Why?)
She don't wanna be a queen unless she got me (Queen)
She don't wanna be on scene unless we married (On scene)
No cap (No cap, yeah), for real (Hey)
Tea in my double cup, it can't spill (Tea)
Left the fire on the dresser at the hotel (Fye, yeah)
Drunk as hell, made her cook some RO-TEL (Whip it, whip it)
If the truth hurt, then I won't tell (Truth)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Shake it like Iggy (Iggy)
Shake it like Iggy (She bad)
If I hurt your feelings (Feelings)
I am truly sorry (Sorry, woo)
I'm straight out the jungle (Hey), no safari (No)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Shake it like Iggy (Iggy)
Shake it like Iggy (She bad)
Woo, if I hurt your feelings, I am truly sorry (Sorry, woo)
Straight out the jungle, no safari
Ooh, yeah
(Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Don't try to play me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Cannot play that Huncho (Skrrt)
(Woo, woo, ha-ha-ha-ha, ad-libs)
Just don't play that Huncho, Huncho
(Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Ad-libs)
That Huncho, that Huncho (Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Drip, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
This all fun and games, right?
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Since I just dropped this
I'm gon' go get you a iced out chain, baby
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Iced out Chun Li, you know how we do it
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Hey Elliott (Bling, bling, bling)
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Get her that iced out chung-chung (Bling, bling, blaow)
(Chancho that chancho)
(Ching-chong, blaow)
(Huncho, that chancho)
Put the tab on Huncho
(Huncho, this that Huncho)
Woo |
lean 4 real | Run it up (Yeah, yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it, count (Yeah, yeah, what? What? What? What? What?)
Indigo (Yeah, yeah), Indigo (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah-yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time (Yeah, what?)
Nickelodeon, way I got that slime (Yeah, slime)
The Dream Mode, yeah, tats showin', my teams (What?)
Keep it tucked like a T-shirt, I need that nine
Two nines in the coupe, yeah (Pew, what?)
Yeah, send a bih' to school (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool (What? What?)
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo (What?)
Oh yeah, all that money, take your loot (Ooh, what? What? What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Slatt, yeah, yeah)
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time (Bag)
Nickelodeon, way I got that slime (Yeah, slime)
The Dream Mode, yeah, tats showin', my teams (Ayy)
Keep it tucked like a T-shirt, I need that nine
Trust, trust (Yeah)
No, I can't dap you up (Yeah)
Super sus' (Yeah)
Better get used to us (Yeah)
Had to go Super Saiyan (Yeah)
Had to go bird's eye view (Yeah)
This a computer game (Greaze)
GTA (Yeah)
Look at us run the streets (Yeah)
Niggas is fuckin' food (Yeah)
This is a fuckin' feast (Buh-buh)
Man, I ain't throwing P's (Yeah)
I just throw up the V (Yeah)
Drink spillin' on my shoes (Yeah)
Weed spillin' on my seats (Greaze)
Niggas is talkin' greaze
Please, greaze (Greaze)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up
Yeah, yeah (What? What?)
Yeah, yeah (What? What?)
Yeah (What? What?)
Indigo (Yeah, yeah), Indigo (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah |
running shoes | I'll keep wearing these running shoes 'til I'm all worn out
And they're no use to me
No use to me
Gunning for a peace from this abuse
'Cause I'm all tired out and I'm no use to you
No use to you
And there's no rest for the wicked
So I'm screaming and I'm kicking to sleep
To sleep
The beliefs they're instilling
On the boys, on the children
On me, on me
I've been running, I've been running for a while
For a while
I've been running, I've been running for a while
For a while
These running shoes weigh me down
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
Carved his name in the carpet
Right where I spent all of my sleepless nights in that room
In that room
Can't get his face out of my mind
And God knows that I've tried and tried for you
And there's no rest for the wicked
So I'm screaming and I'm kicking to sleep
To sleep
The beliefs they're instilling
On the boys, on the children
On me, on me
I've been running, I've been running for a while
(Running, running)
For a while
(Running, running)
I've been running, I've been running for a while
(Running, running)
For a while
(Running, running)
These running shoes weigh me down
(I've been running, I've been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down
(I've been running, I've been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down
Love in America, got me down
Try take off running but hit the ground
(I hit the ground)
These running shoes weigh me down
(I've been running, I've been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down
(I've been running, I've been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down |
3hunna | Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin baby
GBE, O'block
Bang bang
Nigga Im three hunna bang
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm three hunna
Click clack, pow, now he running
Don't be fucking with my youngins
Them niggas be drumming
They take your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
A fuck nigga don't wanna be it
I like my bitch conceited
I'm Sosa, bitch, Chief Keef yeah
My gun, don't make me beat it
I'm cooling wit my young niggas
A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga
You see you us you better run nigga
Bullets hot like the sun nigga
She like Sosa, I'm a big fan
Bitch, I'm leaning like a kickstand
I'm high I'm smoking ganja
Fuck a Tooka gang bitch, I'm 3hunna
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm three hunna
Click clack, pow, now he running
Don't be fucking with my youngins
Them niggas be drumming
They take your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
GBE bitch I'm a big dog
Kill y'all then forget yall
I feel like popping red dogs
Big guns that knock ya head off
Three hunna bitch six hunna
O'block and Young Money
OTF bitch honor
We bring them guns out and tell they ass to run up
I make the fucking floor shake
Fuck my birthday, bitch, I need more cake
I'm Sosa, bitch, I'm gettin it
We smoke doink’s bitch, yall be smokin midget
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm three hunna
Click clack, pow, now he running
Don't be fucking with my youngins
Them niggas be drumming
They take your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda |
menthol | She so fuckable, and she got the menthol
And Tunji brought the trees that turned my trousers into cement drawls
Sleeping on couches, only vouchers is my in-laws
He sold ten ounces, one verse is like an eight ball
Look, I seen it crystal clear, I seen a pistol near
Seen it cock back and knock caps like it's senior year
These niggas think I give a fuck, I could drink a beer
Read a magazine, hut, hut, pass interference
I've been riding clean in my bucket for a couple years
I've been pre-stressed Lawrence Pucket, mothafucka, yeah
Baby hold my hand while I stumble up these fucking stairs
Know your nigga here, you still suckin', why you fucking scared?
And hoes love it when I'm high off life, cause she know
I'm getting faded, I could fuck all night
Y'all too busy popping Mollys, you could die off hype
My favorite rapper popping ollies and he rap all dyke, I know it
I had a couple drinks, and I wonder
If I could call you, tomorrow and borrow, your heart
See I've been stressing for a blessing
The one that would set me apart, set me apart
I got all my problems, but I no have no weed
When they say money solve 'em, I say "No, not me"
And I don't love no more, but I'll just let you be
Cause you see all my problems and you still had loved me
You cut your hair about as short as your temper, the prescription
For dementia, start slipping an elixirs make it hard to remember
As I recall it with your heart in a blender, drinks spiking
Still chilling, put your life on ice and sink like me
Actions of us, lacking the passion, but think
Righteous from pussy upon a tongue, to calling a hymn or something
Thought the remedy was balling, I'm falling darling I'm done
Finna to be a workaholic, an alcoholic or somethin', I'm just calling baby
I had a couple drinks, and I wonder
If I could call you, tomorrow and borrow, your heart
See I've been stressing for a blessing
The one that would set me apart, set me apart |
hang n bang | Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Skinny nigga from the Northside (That's true)
Fuck a Swisher, burn a 45 (That's true)
Keep it hidden in tight jeans (That's true)
Shoot a nigga 'fore he fight me (That's true)
Skipped school in sixth grade (That's true)
Rite Aid, stealing ice cream (That's true)
Spray paint for the cap guns (That's true)
Held up for his Nikes (That's true)
Pro club on the white tee (That's true)
NYs on the NEs (That's true)
Six fives for my enemies (That's true)
Pop lock when you find me (That's true)
Eight shots in the Hi-point (That's true)
But a jam at about three (That's true)
Walk up, never drive-by (That's true)
Back through when the cops leave (That's true)
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Okay, okay, okay
That's whats brackin'
That's how we give it up on my side, though
My niggas straight Piru bidness
What's the word?
Chubby nigga from the Westside (That's true)
Looney Gangstas, bitch the set live (That's true)
Cashing checks and we press lines (That's true)
Push a button, get your neck tied (That's true)
MAC-11, ain't no safety on it (That's true)
Bendin' corners put a halo on it (That's true)
Fresh tamales outta nana's kitchen (That's true)
Paddle rocking in my pot to piss in (That's true)
Junkies flockin' off of every corner (That's true)
Making product out somebody's daughter (That's true)
860 on the gun hip (That's true)
Hit T-Mobile for the young flip (That's true)
And amigos see them crime dogs (That's true)
Whoop walking through the crossroads (That's true)
Ls, Bs and the YGs (That's true)
West Barson where you find me (Woo woo)
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang?
Wanna hang, wanna bang, wanna slang? |
the jump off | Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back with the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
And back up before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
Bet it all playa fuck the price
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)
Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls
You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky
And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)
On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot
Come to, blow the spot, come on, yeah, Hey yo
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah
B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh
Hmm hmmm |
find u again | I'll try to pass the night away with somebody new
But they don't have a shot when I compare them to you
It's too late, too late
Baby, I know I'll never find you again
Find you again
Baby, baby, I
Walk in the late night
Looking for your eyes
Put up a fight to find you
Lose it every time
You were the last of your kind
All of the blame's mine
And I remember you told me
That we could work it all out, don't you worry
And now the tears in your eyes make it blurry
But if you say try again, I'd be ready
I'm ready, yeah
I'll try to pass the night away with somebody new
But they don't have a shot when I compare them to you
It's too late, too late
Baby, I know I'll never find you again
Find you again
Have mercy on me, please
I messed up to the third degree
This crush is kind of crushing me
I do therapy at least twice a week
There's a you-shaped space in my bed
Always you-shaped thoughts inside my head, like
I keep wishing I'd run into you
La Cienega, where I remember you
And I remember you told me (Told me)
That we could work it all out, don't you worry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And now the tears in your eyes make it blurry
But if you say try again, I'd be ready
I'm ready
I'll try to pass the night away with somebody new
But they don't have a shot when I compare them to you
It's too late, too late
Baby, I know I'll never find you again
Find you again
Find you again
Find you again
Find you again
Find you again (It's too late)
Find you again (It's too late)
Find you again (It's too late)
Find you again (It's too late)
I'll try to pass the night away with somebody new (Find you again)
But they don't have a shot when I compare them to you (Find you again)
It's too late, too late
Baby, I know I'll never find you again
Find you again |
hello new world | Straight crushing you
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
Can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Look out world, I'm on my way"
I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote
See I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the Hyatt though
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (Ohh!)
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fucking plenty bitches while ducking a baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, Floetry
"Say yes!" Niggas hear the "yuugh!" and they know it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posed to be
Sipping on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where its s'posed to be
Funny how my neighbors don't think it's where I'm s'posed to be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roof's on the SL
And that even come off so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
Can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Look out world, I'm on my way"
This goes out to my A-alikes that hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nikes, live a hustler's way of life
In white tees, constantly, ducking from Ds
Pumping that D arm readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cookin, stay lookin over they shoulders
Holdin them boulders, tryin to avoid central booking
I ain't coming at 'cha, quote-unquote "famous rapper"
Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live
But this information I must pass to the homies
If hustling is a must, be Sosa, not Tony
We can all shine, I want your wrist lit like mine
Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine
Foreign cars, stick shift, six gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
Cause the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
Can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Look out world, I'm on my way"
Yo, what up, what up
This is ya man Grimey from downtown Norfolk
Just want y'all to know it's about time for us to come up and make a change, man
They keep tryna keep us down, but that ain't the way to be, man
It's about time for us to get it together, man
Everybody else put they shit together
Why the niggas can't get together, put they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers, know what I'm saying?
This ain't just for the playas in VA
This for playas all over the world, this is Grimey
Time's a-wasting, niggas doin so much hatin
Free ya heart and show ya greatness
I, like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan tryin my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggas rise up! Get that money
Put them 9's up
Piggy-back out the ghetto ‘for times up! Niggas rush!
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!"
Can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Look out world, I'm on my way" |
porno interlude | Yo, we made this joint, we was like, "We gotta get Preemo to scratch on this shit, seriously." Cause, that's one of my idols, just a legend in the game, a living legend. And then, plus, he, he like porn a lot, so I relate to him with that, you know. And he been to the AVN's, you know. I been to the Grammy's, he been to the AVN's, you know. I'm, and, actu- I'm envious of him, cause Rick Rubin, he actually asked me to go to the AVN's, and I was like, "Man, I can't do it. I just made 'Jesus Walks'. They gon' see me, and they gon' take away my NAACP award." So I was, uh, you know, I have to watch pornos in the privacy of my own home, you know? I really want to go AVN's, but, you know, I can't do it, cause they'll take me off the cover of Jet, and then what? Now I won't make it on the cover of Essence. But one day, one day I'll be there. I'ma have one on of them BAPE hoodies zipped-up with the eyes cut out and some, some gloves with the fingers cut off so I could feel, too, so I could touch. You know they let celebrities touch. That's how it be whenever you go to the strip club, "No touching! Except for you, 'Ye, you can do whatever you want." |
one way | Hands 'round my neck
You know I got a lot left
Can't have nobody else getting away
You should get your confirmation today
Usually I don't do no flying out
But I been going through some things on the road yeah
Thinking 'bout that old thing
We still haven't even been to each other's house
But baby that could wait for another time
I never been one to fuck up the vibe
Though I might fuck up your life
Take one breath, take two (two)
The other side of you is on the loose
Ain't got much to say
I shoulda copped the one way
Girl, I know you wanna stay, stay, stay
You might have to catch a plane for this
You gon' have to say my name for this
'Cause usually, I don't do no flying out
But something feel different this time (this time)
Don't feel no way (no way, no way)
'Less it's from foreplay (foreplay)
You know you wetter than most
Brought you in on first class, that's better than most
Now usually, I don't do no flying out
But to keep it G, it's been a long week and I'm feeling lonely
We still haven't even fucked on each other's couch
Maybe that should wait for another time
I never been one to fuck up the vibe
But I will fuck up your life
Take one step, take two (two)
The other side of you is on the loose
Ain't got much to say
Shoulda copped the one way
And I know you wanna stay, stay, stay
You might have to catch a plane for this
You gon' have to say my name for this
'Cause usually, I don't do no flying out
But something feel different this time (this time)
Just getting off stage now (when will you be here?)
Cause FaceTime ain't enough face time
Tell your boss you ain't working tomorrow
And ask 'em why they got my girl working so hard
Now, you gon' make me use up all my miles
Famous niggas get so lonely
And I know you gon' come and put it on me
And I can't wait to put this in your mouth
I should probably go and take care of mine-uh
Text me when you land in South Carolina
Tell the Uber she can take one left, take two
Oh, I don't really know what I'ma do when I see you
I don't really have not much to say
That's why I got the one way
That shit is expensive babe
So I had to put you on the plane for this
You gon' have to say my name for this
'Cause usually, I don't do no flying out
But something feel different this time (this time)
Something feel different this time (this time, this time) |
blue | Love hits hard, I know
All your lights are red, but I'm green to go
Used to see you high, now you're only low
All your lights are red but I'm green to go
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you
I can't say no
Though the lights are on
There's nobody home
Swore I'd never lose control
Then I fell in love with a heart that beats so slow
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you
I know you're seeing black and white
So I'll paint you a clear-blue sky
Without you I am colour-blind
It's raining every time I open my eyes
I know you're seeing black and white
So I'll paint you a clear-blue sky
Without you I am colour-blind
It's raining every time I open my eyes
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you
When I'm looking up at you
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you
I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I'm looking up at you |
red liner notes | Foreword
There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning red.
My experiences in love have taught me difficult lessons, especially my experiences with crazy love. The red relationships. The ones that went from zero to a hundred miles per hour and then hit a wall and exploded. And it was awful. And ridiculous. And desperate. And thrilling. And when the dust settled, it was something I’d never take back. Because there is something to be said for being young and needing someone so badly, you jump in head first without looking. And there's something to be learned from waiting all day for a train that's never coming. And there's something to be proud of about moving on and realizing that real love shines golden like starlight, and doesn't fade or spontaneously combust. Maybe I’ll write a whole album about that kind of love if I ever find it. but this album is about the other kinds of love that I’ve recently fallen in and out of. Love that was treacherous, sad, beautiful, and tragic. But most of all, this record is about love that was red.
1. State Of Grace
Hidden message: I love you doesn't count after goodbye
2. Red
Hidden message: SAG
3. Treacherous
Hidden message: Won't stop till it's over
4. I Knew You Were Trouble
Hidden message: When you saw me dancing
5. All Too Well
Hidden message: Maple latte
6. 22
Hidden message: Ashley Dianna Claire Selena
7. I Almost Do
Hidden message: Wrote this instead of calling
8. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together
Hidden message: When I stopped caring what you thought
9. Stay Stay Stay
Hidden message: Daydreaming about real love
10. The Last Time (featuring Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol)
Hidden message: LA on your break
11. Holy Ground
Hidden message: When you came to the show in SD
12. Sad Beautiful Tragic
Hidden message: While you were on a train
13. The Lucky One
Hidden message: Wouldn't you like to know?
14. Everything Has Changed (featuring Ed Sheeran)
Hidden message: Hyannis Port
15. Starlight
Hidden message: For Ethel
16. Begin Again
Hidden message: I wear heels now
DELUXE:
17. The Moment I Knew
18. Come Back... Be Here
19. Girl At Home
20. Treacherous (Demo)
21. Red (Demo)
22. State Of Grace (Acoustic Version) |
rapper shit | My back against the wall, like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit" cause I ain't a rapper
But if I was, this ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture, you call yourself a factor
You're lame, paving a way Bob could build faster
I'm a real master, real massive, you just real average
I see your chain, it's strange, they wore those in the Middle Passage
And it's harder to play me than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hits the fan, you know I stand last
I see through your true colors like stained glass
I see the fear in your eyes when we arrive
And what's the odds of even thinking you coincide
When every time a nigga open a door you go inside
Just to realize, either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about what you do than you do
So by the time your shit is due it's doo-doo
And who knew that too cool fool who used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack, like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul, Abstract Asshole
Black Lip Bastard, et cetera for forever
I follow no ruler, even if I'm under a drastic measure
But whatever
They say pressure bust pipes
And I ain't never had to deal with plumbing in my life, now that's a bar
Sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
Or colliding with the diesel with your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It's inadequate to go against the Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what, I got no cheddar
But my mind is like a wizard
I defy the laws of gravity every time I get high and write a sentence
Back teeth never been in agony, but I got wisdom
I have risen from the wicked to jump on the competition, Scorch ya, third degree burns next to their sideburns,
All sorts of combustible flows, firemen on speed dial
Free the leaders of the free world with a freestyle
Free the teachers, black activists get up off your feet now
And feed off my feelings
As I control my wheel like new power steering, so sincere
Tryna duck court hearings but I got big ears
Rap peers, used to study them wishing they would fuck with me
Now they can't fuck with him, I'm wishing good luck to them
Reluctantly these critics loving me and I don't blame 'em
They say, Kendrick you gunning for these niggas
So when I pull my weapon out, I give 'em the pleasure to see me aim it
And watch these bullets run into these niggas, clear the set
I got now, I got next, give you nouns, give you verbs
Give you adjectives while proposing an agitated threat
I am most debated in barber shops all because they slept on me
Big homie fear young, buck cause when I buck I make more than a buck
Dollars come quick like a fucking nun fucking for the first time
Put me in Alaska for six months in the dark, in my heart I know sun still shine
Still got a skill to be found in a gold mine
I got an appetite for habitual liars on the mic
Who with pliers couldn't get a grip on life
I spit like I sat the tip of my dick on ice, and that's intense
Imagine if I had already came twice, ain't that some shit
Pass the swisher nigga, fill your cup with liquor nigga
Fly your kite till you're gone till November nigga
Show 'em you remember nigga
Pour some Hennessy and Crown for your homie six feet underground
Smoke an ounce and turn that frown upside down
Like the triangle in the panties of my gal
When Mike Jack made "Raining in Moscow" I had no style
Tommy Boy stocking on my scalp
And that was like ninety-five, now it's twenty-ten
Two years away from when they say the world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking for 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
Too many relays for DJs to replay
I do the reject while I eject your new singlay
Hot enough to sit in hell, then unveil in heatwave
Piss on a demon with ice water
And if I lose my voice then I'm probably calling out to all P.A
Systems to assist in with the word I'm tryna spread
Like county jail bread or the legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops, go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some valium, then turn up the volume
I influence ghettos where it says caution
And them bloggers get to sparking like L.A. females that's balling
Round the time this happens often, the violence get the flare
We racing against life, the turtle or the hare?
And nobody can compare to the legacy that we bout to build
Y'all work at Build-A-Bear soft as underhand pitching with skills
Shit, and ain't no use in crying over spilt milk
You're dead and gone
The pall-bearers carry you and your family will carry on
And on the real, this ain't a construction site but you know the drill
We lead the league in all aspects
And we deserve more medals than a magnet
Put you niggas in a hole like bad debt
Shooting three pointers with the globe, nothing but nets
Nigga, nothing but the best
Every time we hit your tape deck niggas hit the deck
I rhyme like a fucking TEC-9,
And I 'Clown Posses' if they disrespect
You looking at a T-Rex snapping at 'em with Tourette's
Yeah, this the flow that killed aspiring rappers
Too late, I grab the eight and start expiring rappers
Some shit only BIG and Pac could rap after
And if they was alive, they would have to pay tithes
I am God
M.C.R. squares will disperse in despair, this is me motherfucker |
spontaneity | Aye y'all, on the real
I've been like over thinking everything these days
And I just wanted to come in today
And just have no plan and just make a song
So this song ain't about shit, it's just what I'm thinking
I should have done this before
I ain't got no plans for it, but it's fun to explore
I ain't got no pants on because I'm under record
I been some non-constrictive type of shit
I left my skinny jeans up on the floor of my adorable apartament
Pardon me, part of me, hard to believe
Retarded, part of me smart as a Harvard graduate deaggregate
Well above the averages, wondering where my salad is
I hate when they get salads but
It's hard for me to challenge that
I need to fucking balance all the crap that I devour
I been scouring the internet, been tryna find an intimate
Place to take a Tinder date
Straight up I'm amazed at how infrequently they pick me
I been spitting great, you think again my ass a dinner date
I'm thinking 'bout my gas, last I looked at that graphic, shit
Was creeping to the E, that's a terrible habit, man
Honestly, your boy been way too busy making dicky shit
Gotta rap, gotta get up on the map, gotta get a nap
Gotta get it cracking and get a plaque
Gotta go attract the masses but it's such molasses going
Slow as slow can go
I don't even know if I could wait
I just wanna run but I'm growing out of shape
In my PJ's being DJ, hit a replay, tryna get a little leeway
Overthinking every little thing, it's crazy
You ain't got to be rapping so crazy, just to persuade the nation
That you know how to be rapping amazing
Bro, on occasion you should let it go and let your brain flow
And say whatever come into... oh my God, that girl's so hot
Suck my dick, ho, suck my dick
Suck my dick, ho, suck my dick
Come suck my dick, ho, suck my dick
Or at the very least, touch my dick
Okay, excuse my libido
But the titties on that girl, homie, holy toledo
I just wanna see the world, think of all of it's people
I'm living so regal but wonder what I'd see through a peephole
Into Kinshasa or some shit, impossible but
It's probable they got a lot of people filming some stuff, so
Oddly enough, I could probly become a buff
I bet they got a show up on Discovery but fuck it
I don't really care, out of tupperware, plus I'm out of underwear
I swear that doing laundry such a process I don't wanna bare
I want a bear that I can train, just imagine pouring rain
And comin' home and there's a panda snoring on the floor
That you can hug and praise, hundred days
Since I fucked that lady, don't play me, it's crazy
But I stay in, unless they play shit, rotten tomatoes
Lable eighty seven, the higher I admire art
Well, certain kind of art, I hate them paintings that
I swear that your boy can make and I'm tryna get in shape
By avoiding cake and I wanna get a place where the boys can stay
With a gate when they visit Dave in LA
What a shame vaca days is dead to me
Instead dude, i get bread to them
My best moves at your venues and my set playing in your bedroom
That's head to me, real shit and my hand doing real slick
'cause I swear to y'all, I ain't plan for this
It's new territory but it's real shit
And I'm real pissed this took an hour
Instead of days but it's amazing
What spontaneity do for ya
And if you don't like it, you can...
Suck my dick, ho, suck my dick
Suck my dick, ho, suck my dick
Come suck my dick, ho, suck my dick
Or at the very least, touch my dick
I like the way this came out, that hook is fire
You know what I'm saying?
That hook is the easiest hook I ever made in my fucking life
And that shit is, that shit goes, I gotta do this shit more often |
twisted | You sit there stone-faced, as if I'm not here
Can't you see that I've been crying?
I didn't know you'd be insane
Dreams can be so deceiving
You're an itch I can't reach, a wound that won't heal
The smell of skin that's burning
I didn't know you'd be insane
But it's true, and just say all I am to you is a
Pain in my neck, thorn in my side
Stain on my blade, blood on my knife
Been dreaming of her, all of my life
But she won't come true, she's just my nightmare I woke up to
She's twisted, he's a rebel, she's sick, he's hard to handle
But worst of all is she just don't care
She's twisted like a rope that is wrapped around her throat
But still worst of all is she (he) really don't give a—
(She (he) don't give a shit)
Sometimes I wish that you would just die
Cause I'm too afraid of leaving
I didn't know you'd be insane
Dreams can be so deceiving
(How did it come to this?
Why do I fantasize to kill you when you're sleeping?)
I didn't know you feel the same
When I say you're no good, all you are to me, is a
Pain in my neck, thorn in my side
Stain on my blade, blood on my knife
Been dreaming of her, all of my life
But she won't come true, she's just my nightmare I woke up to
She's twisted, he's a rebel, she's sick, he's hard to handle
But worst of all is she just don't care
She's twisted like a rope that is wrapped around her throat
But still worst of all is she (he) really don't give a—
Love ain't no fairytale, love is a buried nail
Inside of this heart of stone, so you wanna get married? Well
Romeo, Romeo—smokin' blow with Antonio
In a back-alley, takin' shots of whiskey and only gold
Juliet's at the nudie bar, doin' God only knows
Neither one of 'em came to see the dog and the pony show
But a bitch is a bitch, and a horse is a horse, ain't it?
Sorry, I can't afford to get your daddy's old Porsche painted
Sorry, Juliet that you embedded the sayin'
If a dollar makes you holler, well then I'm gettin' the short change of it
Uh, feel like I've been asleep and alone
And lovin' this angel, entangled between a dream and a coma
Walkin' the edge of this cliff, like a sheep to it's owner
Then woke up to this fuckin' bitch with an evil persona
Now if you say that you hate somebody and you livin' with them
Then they pack up and leave then you bitch about how you miss 'em
You gotta see the pattern of the blood all over the steerin' wheel
Love is a cannibal ridin' a carnival carousel
'Round and 'round we roll
Where it stops, baby nobody knows
Some people go crazy and they lose control
Some people jump off, some people won't let go
Some people say love, some people say why
Some people don't love, they just wanna free ride
The rain won't stop, it'll never dry
If she's in the house of pain then love is standin' outside
'Cause
She's twisted, he's a rebel, she's sick, he's hard to handle
But worst of all is she just don't care
She's twisted like a rope that is wrapped around her throat
But still worst of all is she (he) really don't give a—
(She don't give a shit)
But maybe I'm the twisted one that screwed this up
So, I guess, this means goodbye, for now, (laughter) |
blacktivist | Black activists on actavis
A whole sheet of LSD but that ain’t for the mattress
Ask ya bitch, my stroke is immaculate
A sinner and saint, I’m flashy as an acid trip
Just me and a rusty burner
Ah, ah, ah, shout out to Shmurda
Shout out to Rowdy, my mind is cloudy
Stay with iron round me like Robert Downey
Don’t you doubt me, King like LeBron watch me switch my mouthpiece
Running through knots
Couple karats in my mouth like “What’s up, Doc?”
I be talking to my 9 like “What’s up, Glock?”
I flirt with death, the drugs heighten' my paranoia
But that's what the, acid taught us
You got a better chance doing laps in piranha waters
Hide your daughters, join a cult, let’s have an orgy
My biography is gory
My life like American Horror Story
Still not the father, that’s word to Maury
Revolver ring six times like Robert Horry (and one!)
Second amendment, nigga, grab your gun
Invest in a vest when you’re from those slums
LSD amazing, sour kush fragrance
Somebody tell Uncle Sam I want my reparation
40 acres and a pearl white slave bitch
If that offends your race, bitch, well I’ll give you a facelift
You run away from your problems
Batty boy, then you gon face this
Lord knows I wanna erase him
Take him to a level of darkness he ain’t been
Remove the safety
Can I end up in the state pen with some statements
Hard time behind these bars, working the grave shift
Motherfucker we made it, ain’t it amazin’?
Nigga I had to suffer for this, lost every lover for this
Every night I argue with my mother for this
Acid was an escape, not a way to the bank
Not a phase, not a trend, it was the means to my ends
I don’t need no friends
All I need is this gat, all I need is this Henn
All I need is this pad, all I need is this pen, motherfucker
Recognize genius, still the same motive
No I'm not bogus, everybody taking notice
Just me and my opponents
Fuck the cops, they a bunch of cronies
Just save a little weed for the morning
This is the environment we raised in
When you try to break out but you're caged in
Smoking hella weed, this my motivation
Zombies doing numbers, I promised a combination
This is for the music, fill it with the hatred
But only real niggas know how good to make it
I been a fan of rap before I was a fan of being black
Now I'm famous, got family, no fantasy in that
My niggas ain't scared to deploy
When destroyed off the cannabinoid
I'm out-of-body like I'm Enter the Void
In first class, God loving your boy
My employees got hella report but now enjoying the allure of it
Damn, why are we so sure of it?
Even when you make mistakes, man they all love it
The allure of it, why are we so sure of it?
Even when you make mistakes, man they all love it
Read more into things, question all that remains
Who was living before with clean water to drink
We avoided to think
But this a nation of lost souls
So I'll meet you at the crossroads
Rest in peace STEEZy, Rest in peace Stevie
Put the cup down, y'all niggas still tryna be he?
No disrespect, but I know some of y'all
Influenced by hip hop and take it shit too far
No brains, man, just a slight change in plans
Use the mic to rule and rock and choose to stand
No cause ya flaws
We truth that's all
You could rap all you all you want with no message involved
I'll be out in grass meditate in Nepal
I to pray God God hear me or the devil I call
I swear I said it before, y'all I ain't ready for war
Misjudged, misguided, not a ounce of quitter
Nah, true survivor
Niggas do drugs but ya mind still basic psychedelics wasted
Time can't save ya
Cop killer if ya wanna come up in my face with that nonsense
Go Thrilla like Mike Jack, bodega be that nigga
Been in straight jacket
Let my mind think backwards
Roll a backwood, pass it before load this Mac
And let this whole clip pack em ask a question
Like how we grow up in a system
Filled with hate and oppression
And where we going when our pops and moms would left?
I'm still smoking in the hood on the project steps
But my money longer than a fucking ostrich neck, nigga |
im god | How did you know? It's what I've always wanted
You know I always wanted to be the best
Could never have too many of these
You know I always wanted to be God
Will you quit kicking me under the table?
This is real talk
I'm trying, will somebody make her shut up about it?
Can we settle down please?
It's Lil B, yeah
My new name is Based God, ice cream paint job
Only come out in the dim lights: vampire
Shouts out to A.E. for riding in that 6-0
Move fast, stick slow, think fast, talk slow
Dude try to play me, I’m leaving with his bitch bro
Sorry for the cuss words, fuck that, curse more
Bruh did things should've been in the Hearse fo'
Now I'm spittin' rap shit, gave me somethin' to live fo'
Hit him with the P-9, bet it'll make his ribs show
Rap game is too fake, real niggas lay low
Word around town that you livin' with a halo
Bet I got killers puttin' cash on Halo
No Xbox, shouts out to Tune, baby
Free Tune, baby, free Rocky, bitch
Free Rocky, free Rocky, bitch
Free Tune baby, bitch, free
Feel me, yuh
Bruh think I'm gay cause I'm grindin' in my tiny pants
Bet I'm the only goon nigga in these tiny pants
Sending off shots, kickback make your wrist jam
Fully-loaded thing on my arm like a wristband
You don't want the Space Jam, you're better off to vacate
No, it's no template to touch this, 6 Kiss, reckless
Hands around your neck like a necklace
Leave him screwed and chopped, have him thinking he in Texas
Nigga
Yeah, you know what I mean?
The mind is so complex when you're Based, 32 Levels
Welcome to my world, like I said I been ready
And it feels good to be here now
Finally realized, who's the rawest rapper?
(Yes) Lil B
Just cause you a rich rapper don't really mean shit
I'll come to your crib and clear that whole bitch out
And then blow the swish out, my mouth put the stick out
I can't be high and robbing pussies with my dick out
I guess I'm a show-off, take my raincoat off
I'm so wet that a pussy get mad at me
Switch cars, new colors, call it raspberry
Got my own website with the dotcom
Take it out the bag, over stove like Top Ramen
I don't sell coke, my niggas look out for me
They ain't wanna let me fall off the (balcony)
That's like losing Mike Vick on the Falcon team
We a faculty, but I'm the team leader
I pass you guys, I'm in the two-seater
And what's wrong with you, this is hip-hop
This that '09 shit, I call it Based World
I said I call it Based World
You know what I mean
So just to tell you, it's a wrap
To anybody that thought they had it
You need to think again
Throw your hands up, it's Lil B for Lil Boss
I need all the Based energy I can
Yeah, is this what you really want, you got me in the flesh now
No, I'm not stressed out, I'm God, I'm the best out
Rap transparent, my see-through glasses
It's incoherent, and no I'm not staring
I just see through you
And from your heartbeat you are soft in the middle
I'm real on the outside, solid in the inside, bitch, it's the Westside
Chopper in the trunk, leave em soaked like a wet slide
It's apartheid, rap game is my shit
I'm so sick, I'm feeling so nauseous
Somebody tell the Earth I'm the best now
Somebody tell the ocean I'm the best out
Somebody tell the trees I'm here now
Somebody tell the world I'm Based now
See me in outer space, I'm out of reach today
Celebrate for me, I'm Based for life
This a celebration, bitch |
bad girl | Yeah, yeah, I like it!
Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
Cause you've been a bad girl, bad girl
Someone's gonna have to
Girl, I still fuck with you
Even though you've been a bad girl
I wanna teach you a lesson
Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl
I know you want me to sweat you
I might undress you and run you a bath, girl
Cause you've been a bad girl
You've been a bad girl (hah)
Girl, I still fuck with you
Even though you've been a bad girl
I wanna teach you a lesson
Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl
I know you want me to sweat you
I might undress you and run you a bath, girl (hah)
Cause you've been a bad girl (hah)
You've been a bad girl (ohh)
And you've been a bad girl, you've been a bad girl (You've been a bad, bad, bad girl)
You've been a bad girl, you've been a bad girl
I thought I was lovin' it
I was in lust with it, told her that I cannot fuck with it
She like how I'm modest and she call me Artist
I love when she scream out my government (name)
I met her at Anex, I took her to my place
We fucked then popped bottles of bubbly
She ended up popping the Percs
She was wildin', I think she just wanted some company
I will not blame you for not resisting
You know I've been looking for time to kick it
Busy on Instagram liking pictures
You need to stop playing and come and visit
I need your location inside the DM
Your friends in the back, they like go and see him"
I seen her I swear she was looking mixed
I think she was Cuban and Puerto Rican (uh-huh)
And I need a bad bad girl
A no strings attached bad girl
I gotta teach her a lesson (teach her)
Go ahead and grab that girl
Girl, I still fuck with you
Even though you've been a bad girl
I wanna teach you a lesson
Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl
I know you want me to sweat you
I might undress you and run you a bath, girl (hah)
Cause you've been a bad girl (hah)
You've been a bad girl (ohh)
Girl, I still fuck with you
Even though you've been a bad girl
I wanna teach you a lesson
Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl
I know you want me to sweat you
I might undress you and run you a bath, girl (hah)
Cause you've been a bad girl (hah)
You've been a bad girl (ohh)
And you've been a bad girl, you've been a bad girl (You've been a bad, bad, bad girl)
You've been a bad girl, you've been a bad girl
She say she love when I'm touching it
Love when I'm touching it, feel like I'm ducking it
She say I stay up in her head
But I'm playing with her head and she finna be down with it (baby girl)
Woah now, woah now, baby slow down, you talking crazy
Woah now, woah now, baby slow down, I got you, bae
You just need a lil' spanking from your daddy
(Someone's gonna have to teach you a lesson)
Next time all you gotta do is ask me (you've been a bad girl)
Girl, I still fuck with you
Even though you've been a bad girl
I wanna teach you a lesson
Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl (so fast girl)
I know you want me to sweat you
I might undress you and run you a bath, girl
Cause you've been a bad girl
You've been a bad girl (hah)
Girl, I still fuck with you
Even though you've been a bad girl
I wanna teach you a lesson
Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl
I know you want me to sweat you
I might undress you and run you a bath, girl (hah)
Cause you've been a bad girl (hah)
You've been a bad girl (ohh)
And you've been a bad girl, you've been a bad girl (You've been a bad, bad, bad girl)
You've been a bad girl, you've been a bad girl
Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya |
make it better | How do you mend when you're worlds apart?
Ooh, carry on
Ooh, from the start
Somehow, we fell in love, then fell right out of touch
And ooh, that was hard
But ooh, here we are
And it’s easier to walk away
Than to look for what would make you stay
Remember when we first met?
We were havin' so much fun
So, now, how can we both forget
Tellin' each other, "We’re the one"?
We would make love (We would make love)
At the drop of a hat
Remember that? (Yeah)
I remember you and me (You and me)
Close as any two can be (Two can be)
Now we're strangers in the night (In the night)
Awkward and uptight
Oh baby, do you wanna make it better?
Uh, ha, do you wanna stay together?
Hey, if you do, then let's please
Make some new memories
When you take somebody for your own
It can't survive on history alone
Yeah, meet me at the hotel, motel
Though we got a room at home
Go to a place that we don't know so well
It be nice, add a lil' spice
Try some new seduction (You and me)
Show each other how (Show each other how)
Uh, give each other new instructions
On what makes us feel good now
I just wanna make you feel good now
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C'mon)
Do you wanna make it better? (Yeah)
(Just wanna make it right, c’mon)
Do you wanna stay together? (Uh)
(I meant when I said it)
And it’s easier to run away
Than to look for what would make you stay
Do you wanna make it better?
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C’mon)
Do you wanna stay together? (Yeah)
(Just wanna make it right, c'mon)
If you do, then let's please
Make some new memories
Do you wanna make it better?
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C’mon)
Do you wanna stay together? (Yeah)
If you do, then let's please (Just wanna make it right, c'mon)
Make some new memories
Do you wanna make it better?
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C'mon)
Do you want to stay together? (Yeah)
If you do, then let's please (Just wanna make it right, c'mon)
Make some new memories
Do you wanna make it better?
Do you wanna stay together? |
final masquerade | Tearing me apart with the words you wouldn't say
And suddenly tomorrow's a moment washed away
'Cause I don't have a reason and you don't have the time
But we both keep on waiting for something we won't find
The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday
With shadows floating over, the scars began to fade
We said it was forever, but then it slipped away
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
The final masquerade
All I ever wanted, the secrets that you keep
All you ever wanted, the truth I couldn't speak
'Cause I can't see forgiveness and you can't see the crime
But we both keep on waiting, for what we left behind
The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday
With shadows floating over, the scars began to fade
We said it was forever, but then it slipped away
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
The final masquerade
The final masquerade
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday
With shadows floating over, the scars began to fade
We said it was forever, but then it slipped away
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
The final masquerade |
ghost | What am I to do when all I really see is garbage?
They all narcissistic and harmless
Delusionally carsick
What I'm talking 'bout is all these rappers on the market
Claiming they got skill I beg your motherfuckin' pardon?
Make me wanna barge in some apartment and start arson
(Awesome)
Put a rapper body in a garden
Am I a Martian, we on the same planet?
I don't see anybody fuckin' with me god dammit
Prof -- I been hot since Michael J. Fox could talk
I'm a genius and use my cock a lot
The last one who's underrated who yet hasn't made it
Anyway, mazel tov
I'm better than a midday fuck
Name a rapper man I think they suck
I'm gonna buy an old big grey truck
Watch, I'll drive around the country with my fists taped up, yup!
Y'all a puddle of piss
Love it or not, at least I give a hundred percent
Is it 'cause I ain't covered in tattoos?
Well sit back cupcake I got bad news
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
When I listen to the radio it be like Comedy Central
I wanna be gentle, but I got to come and drop the bomb on these simples
Who honestly sent you the vomit, they promised on it
But it really gets sonically mental
I'ma be into placin' a big cannon at thee temple
Bang on 'em a lot of 'em never was hot to me
Shockingly popped awesomely profits be
Toppin' the charts, even got a Hot Topic Tee
Watch the G, pop pop give a colostomy (Damn)
I can't kill 'em when they wack
But forreal the N9na's skill can kill 'em in a rap
The feelin' is through the ceilin' when I'm wheelin' through the trap
Dealin' music a million Tech the villain will adapt
But a lot of these motherfuckers are crap, crap
I think we should put together an app for the rappers
That don't have a rhythm bone in they ass, a disaster
But'll teach 'em to never thinkin' they swagger's Alaska
When they bizzuti, wanna give 'em this Uzi
Mi scusi, did you say the way I'm speakin' is bougie?
That's where you lose me, how pathetic can you be?
When sayin' these fools be better than me that's a doozy!
Rap, everybody wanna try it
But the Tecca N9na flow you can't deny it
Laughin' at a lotta rappers I can't hide it
But it ain't they fault, it's the motherfuckers that buy it
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
I've been so close
Come to think about it I'm a ghost
Some people believe in bibles
Some believe in somethin' that their eyes don't know
So I'm about to tell you how the cycle go:
(Okay!)
I've been swimming uphill for a decade plus
By the time I'm done I'll be one of the best they was
It's like the country walkin' over a billion barrels of oil
They ain't even found me cause of the mud
Find out Prof is a ghost that lives
With a neck like that and a rope like this
Flow like bricks
So underrated that I held my dick 'til I broke my fist
And these days, rappers'll show up and spit on a track
Make me wanna throw up and shit on a track
Put a lid on that
Roll it up into a blunt, take a hit on that
I'm so gifted it's like Santa's here
I roll deep even got my grandma here
So fly, oh my I need landing gear
So bright, y'all might, catch a tan in here
Gimme your can of beer
You can tell a bandit near
I come around the sun goes blacker than a panda's ear
You follow Captain Planeteers
I shine like a chandelier
The only motherfuckin' man in here
*Gasp* |
lovely thing suite theories | Arthur stepped off, yeah he stepped offa the chair
Couldn’t weigh a hundred forty pounds
And the rope snapped, yeah, the rope snapped
And then Arthur found himself looking up from the ground
Looking up, looking up, found things looking up
Looking up, looking not so down, no not so down
No knots don’t have to stay that way
No, not so tightly wound
What a lovely thing it is to fail
To release those grasping fingernails
Arthur thought the end was near
Then Arthur played for fifty years
And then my father walked down 8th and 57th street to
Carnegie Hall, yeah it was Carnegie Hall
The show was past sold out for weeks
But they said “if you don’t mind, if you don’t mind sitting on stage
Sometimes we release a couple seats”
Twenty feet, twenty feet, yeah my dad’s twenty three
Twenty feet from the hands on the keys
Yeah, the hands on the keys of a man with the hands that almost didn’t exist
That almost didn’t exist to see
Back in '97 when Dad was my chauffeur
He’d play radio and I’d try to guess the composer
Chopin sprinkled over the hum of the motor
When I was young never I’d doubt my composure
Everything’s kosher, man I was so sure
I’d say that I’m good (I'm good)
Don’t want no adulthood
I never understood
Couldn’t get how anyone would ever want to end to their life
Until the day that I could
I’ve heard it said we’re alone in the ether
That we’re the only intelligent creatures
So you don’t need to adjust your receivers
If they were out there they’d be texting us, hitting our beepers
Invading us on some alien Julius Caesar
Or begging “take me to your leader”
But I got a theory it’s neither
That there’s a billion brilliant alien planets at leisure
Smoking alien reefer
The evolution of the mind’s not the hunger to conquer
Or to want or to seek or to wander
Or even wonder, but to simply to be
Until we cease to be any longer
There’s nothing wrong with heavy eyelids
I hope you enjoyed my twenties as much as I did
You’ll never know how much that all of you provided
And I’m gonna try to do the same for my k- |
finish line drown | Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
And we back, and we back, and we back, and we back
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
And we back, and we back, and we back
They ain't teaching taxes in school
It don't even matter, I was acting a fool
But who would think the raps would turn into racks?
Don't matter, matter fact, it could happen to you
Scars on my head, I'm the boy who lived
The boy love playing when the boy too sick
Reclining on a prayer, I'm declining to help
I've been lying to my body can't rely on myself, oh no
Last year got addicted to Xans
Started forgetting my name and started missing my chance
L.A. for four months, end up leaving right back
I'm in love with my city, bitch, I sleep in my hat, uh
I felt hogtied ever since my dog died
He lived to 84, damn, that's a long ride
I know he up there, he just sit and he wait
I'll be racing up the stairs, I'ma get to the gate singing
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
Oh, all my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
Oh, I'm gonna finish mine, yeah
All my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
Gonna finish mine, yeah-eah
Hey! Gimme the water, gimme the water
I need the kind from Space Jam
Get this money, get this budget, KOK to day camp
Me and my girl plan to stay to the end
Hope there never come a day where we be better as friends
We in a marathon we could build a marriage on
Arguments as parents digging deeper than a baritone
I've been getting blocked just trying to make songs with friends
Labels told me to my face that they own my friends
I got to pray, I got to pray, like Hammer after "2 Legit"
I got the power, I could poke Lucifer with crucifix
I cannot scrape om stupid shit, I stand up like I'm Ludacris
I know some folks that talk so much
You'd think they drive an Uber whip, damn
Queen said, "Why we in a queen bed?"
I said, "It's yours, don't worry, lil' beanhead"
I'm just here to catch my breath, I got a world tattoo
She said, "Cool, just bring me some food"
Oh, all my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
Oh, I'm gonna finish mine, yeah
All my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
I'm gonna finish mine, yeah-eah
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Lord rain down on me so I can move on water
Like children at the altar, like God inside my house
I love you, I love you, you looking holy like Mama
You made a church out of feathers, so when she fly to the Father
She know the choir gon' follow and all the offering paid
She gave my name away to your holy house
She like my blessings in disguise
She like her Jesus mountain high
So He can watch her lonely child, I know my God
I know my God seen His breaks and His edges
Are jagged for giving that pain to His city in gold
Like everything is everything
Like all them days He prayed with me
Like emptiness was tamed in me
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
Never, never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
Never, never, never (Chance, let me in, come on)
This thirst in my soul (There's a thirst in my soul, it tell me)
Where else can I go? (Where?) but You? (Come on)
I may cry a river (I may cry a thousand tears, but)
But You take each drop and You wash (You wash me new)
Me new (People sing)
This water is deep (Yes, yes and I need You to)
Jesus, rescue me (Come on, save me, I need You to)
Take me to Your mountain (Hallelujah)
So someday Chicago will be free (Someday, we'll all be free)
Be free (Say)
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown |
hardbody | (Talking)
Yea
Uh Huh
The Fuck Was I Thinkin?
Drought 3 Bitch!
Yeah Let Me Light My See Through Blunt
Whatchu Kno Bout It?
Get It!
Weezy's The Name
Moneys The Game
Already!
(Verse 1)
Hard Body Muddafucka Got The Heart Of A Killer
Young God In Da Buildin Bout To Start A Religion
Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some Missles
Brang Em Straight To Ya Block And Go To War Wit You Bitches
If U Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position
Shoot A Nigga On His Porch And Make Him Fall In His Kitchen
Copped A Big Boy Porsche Wit All The Specifics
And I Keep That Torch Baby Call Me Olympics
Red White Blue Pills Flippin Skills Like Gyminsts
And Neva Give A Bitch Money Blood Or Kidneys
When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish
Wit My Medal Round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis
The Land Of Da Murder Dope Crack And Syringes
Pull Up On Ya In Da Coupe How Fat Is Ya Engine
Neva Talk To Those That Sat On Dem Benches Boy
I Was In Da Game On 4th And Inches
These Niggas Want The Business
Imma Give These Boys Da Business
See U Fuckin Wit Da Boy That Told Yall Ta Fuck Christmas
Got All These Hoes Trippin
Got All These Hoes Strippin
No We Ain't PSC But Them Bitches Know We Tippin
I Juss Bought A Pint And Ain't None Of Yall Sippin
Make My Friends Buy They Own Fuck Im Tired Of Being Friendly
Ain't Gotta Lie Juss To Try To Be Wit Me
Bitches Up In Heaven Waitin At The God To Be Wit Me
Im Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Juss Crazy
I Been Around Im Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen
Hairpin Trigga No I Won't Shave It
I Spot Hip Hop In The Ocean Im Gonna Save It
The South Is So Dirty Bitch U Can Bathe It
Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Matin
Babygirl Yo Pussy Lookin So Vacant
And Its Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Makin
Fuck Waste Deep Im In Ova My Head
But Its Cool Imma Make It Im Good Like Meagan
Your Girl Want Me To Come Ronald Like Reagan
Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And
I Dont Fear Nothing But God And Weddings
At The Top Of My Paper Like Im Starting A Heading
My Homie Santana Yea Das My Ace
But You May Know Us As I Can't Feel My Face
(Talking)
Yeah
Weezy Bitch
Dont Give A Fuck Bout You At All
Im Paid
Been That Way For A Long Time
Looks Like Imma Die Like That
Cus If Ain't Imma Juss Die
Haha
(Verse 2)
Yeah See They Dont Kno Where I Came From But They Kno Where Im Goin
And I'll Tell You Juss How The Top Feels When Im On
In The Game Im No Cheetah Imma Tiger Imma Cougar Imma Panther Imma Bengle
Ocho Cinco
Im Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie
In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feelin Free-er Than Willie
When Dem Niggas Left I Got A Little Bit Chilly
But I Juss Let It Burn Like The End Of The Philly
Weezy! |
silver spoon baepsae | 방탄소년단의 뱁새 가사
They call me 뱁새
욕봤지 이 세대
빨리 chase ’em
황새 덕에 내 가랑인 탱탱
So call me 뱁새
욕봤지 이 세대
빨리 chase ’em
금수저로 태어난 내 선생님
알바 가면 열정페이
학교 가면 선생님
상사들은 행패
언론에선 맨날 몇 포 세대
룰 바꿔 change change
황새들은 원해 원해 maintain
그렇게는 안 되지 BANG BANG
이건 정상이 아냐
이건 정상이 아냐
아 노력노력 타령 좀 그만둬
아 오그라들어 내 두 손발도
아 노력 노력 아 노력 노력
아 노랗구나 싹수가
역시 황새!
노력타령 좀 그만둬
아 오그라들어 내 두 손발도
아 노력 노력 아 노력 노력
아 노랗구나 싹수가
역시 황새야 실망 안 시켜
역시 황새야 이름 값 하네
역시 황새야 다 해먹어라
역시 황새야 황새야
They call me 뱁새
욕봤지 이 세대
빨리 chase ’em
황새 덕에 내 가랑인 탱탱
So call me 뱁새
욕봤지 이 세대
빨리 chase ’em
금수저로 태어난 내 선생님
난 뱁새다리 넌 황새다리
걔넨 말하지 ‘내 다린 백만 불짜리’
내 게 짧은데 어찌 같은 종목 하니?
They say ‘똑같은 초원이면 괜찮잖니!’
Never Never Never
룰 바꿔 change change
황새들은 원해 원해 maintain
그렇게는 안 되지 BANG BANG
이건 정상이 아냐
이건 정상이 아냐
아 노력노력 타령 좀 그만둬
아 오그라들어 내 두 손발도
아 노력 노력 아 노력 노력
아 노랗구나 싹수가
역시 황새!
노력 타령 좀 그만둬
아 오그라들어 내 두 손발도
아 노력 노력 아 노력 노력
아 노랗구나 싹수가
(역시 황새야)
내 탓이라니 너 농담이지
공평하다니 oh are you crazy
이게 정의라니
You must be kiddin’ me!
You must be kiddin’ me
You you must be kiddin’ me!
아 노력노력 타령 좀 그만둬
아 오그라들어 내 두 손발도
아 노력 노력 아 노력 노력
아 노랗구나 싹수가
(역시 황새!)
노력 타령 좀 그만둬
아 오그라들어 내 두 손발도
아 노력 노력 아 노력 노력
아 노랗구나 싹수가
우린 뱁새야 실망 안 시켜
우린 뱁새야 이름값하네
우린 뱁새야 같이 살자고
우린 뱁새야 뱁새야
They call me 뱁새
욕봤지 이 세대
빨리 chase ’em
황새 덕에 내 가랑인 탱탱
So call me 뱁새
욕봤지 이 세대
빨리 chase ’em
금수저로 태어난 내 선생님 |
fat girl | (repeat 2X)
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please change the tempo
As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin' on the ave, drinkin' some brew
Saw a fatty comin' my way, so what was I to do?
I busted a U, went tha other way again
But forgot that tha avenue was a dead end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
Funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
Stampede was rushin, I double looked
And she had more chins than a chinese phonebook
Five four three ugly as can be, she said
Hello Eazy E! Do you remember me? (I said no)
Huhu yes you do suga
My name is Bertha but you can call me booga
Remember the time when you were drunk at a party
We was slow dancin, give ya all this body
When she said that she loved it, I was in shock
Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock
She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown
And with a bear hug picked me off tha ground
Squeezin' me tight, attempted to bug me
Grabbed me by tha rear, said
I was hell, victim of a scandal
Coz this girl's too much for E to handle
Broke tha beast grip, started to run
Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun
She's grubbin', thighs rubbin' in a hot pursuit
I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot
She kept on comin' because of addiction
Legs on fire because of friction
My gun broke
I was doomed
Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
As I swung, tha fat girl fell
Lyin' on tha ave just like a beached whale
That's tha story, it's quite ill
And all fat girls y'all besta chill
All overweight freaks stay off my block
Cause it's ill to have a fat girl on your jock |
akup | Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad bitch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my shit
Quit playing, girl, hop on this dick
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Big dog rolling on campus
Picture me rolling in the city, here's my canvas
Pull over bad bitches to my right side
Niggas they be tripping cause I’m fucking with their bitches, shit
Didn’t even rhyme, but it sound good
She said she wanted a Baller, I give her hard wood
West side, baby, yeah Nor Cal
Didn’t bring the bay back, I just knock the doors down
Wait, my nigga, what you tripping for?
Fuck these hoes, get the dough
Stack your money, make the shit flip
Don’t get caught up in your whip with an ugly bitch
Alright, train me like Eddy
Fuck this, I’m a pedi
Got them bitches crazy, call me Tom Petty
Grab her hips, tell her keep that ass steady
What that mouth do? Show me, girl, don’t tell me
Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad bitch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my shit
Quit playing, girl, hop on this dick
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Tell a broke nigga back up
I’m cashed up, tatted up, nigga, and I'm strapped up
Two-seater, bitches gotta lap up
Arm out the window, Audemar, throw my hat up, akup
Fucka, wonder why them bitches don’t trust us
Pussy coming in, I'mma need more rubbers
Your bitch love us, she lick dick under covers
Take cover, leave nut on the tongue
I like them bitches in the valley
Working at that Bally's, porn star Valery
Nice to meet ya, she like the D
I like to be, we fuck like once a week
Once she get the akup, bitch, pack up
Turn around, count the money, watch the shit add up
Turn around, get another bitch that’s badder
Ass fatter, then I fuck her faster, nigga
Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad bitch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my shit
Quit playing, girl, hop on this dick
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Bad bitches on my line, call it call waiting
Niggas waiting on the sideline, they be hating
Four bitches in my whip, I’m a ?limo dating?
All black car, reminds me of a nigga? Skady?
And I run my set like a relay
When a nigga play my song, send a bottle to the DJ
I'd rather kill her, I rather fuck your bitch, nigga
You at home, I’m on the road, getting rich nigga
Enough of that shit, let me get back to the women
‘cause it’s thick in this bitch, I’m liking what I see
Give me more bottles, I’m trying to get drunk
Wake up tomorrow, roll to my right, ask who the fuck is you?
Please don’t tell me what we do
Pound you, round two, high class bitch
But best believe I’ll ground you
Walk of shame, baby, let my homies clown you
Bitch!
Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad bitch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my shit
Quit playing, girl, hop on this dick
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup |
body smile | Oh no no no no no
Oh no no no no no
Late night I call your phone, yeah
Lately you have no time
You're looking out for you now
Finally prioritize
And I knew you were but
Could say something, yeah
Sometimes it's better when you yell than when you say nothing
But you're getting tired of explaining everything that you need
It's more water, less stress, more sex, more carefree, yeah
Don't wanna hurt no more, not over me cause
I'm not worth it and this ain't workin' and
Runnin' out of words again
Now that you know
You were better than I was ready for, oh
It's not like before, no
Tonight I'm making up for it all
For every time I let you cry
I have to make your whole body smile
I know you've had to accept, yeah
Apologies you haven't gotten yet
That makes things hard to forget (hard to forget)
I know, hope you aren't telling your friends
That you need, more water, less stress, more sex, less of me
Looking for someone more mature than me
Somebody else who can keep better habits and
You're not having it
Now that you know
You were better than I was ready for, oh
It's not like before, yeah
Tonight I'm making up for it all
For every time I let you cry
I have to make your whole body smile
Please don't say no
Please just say yes
Please don't say no
Please just say yes (say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes)
Now that you know (now that you, now that you know)
You were better than I was ready for (yeah you)
It's not like before, no (before)
Tonight I'm making up for it all
(tonight I'm making up for it all)
For every time I let you cry (for every time, I let you cry)
I have to make your whole body smile
Ooh
(I have to make your whole body)
(I have to make your whole body)
(I have to make your whole body)
(I have to make your whole body) |
ye interlude | Mike, Mike, stop it, stop it, stop it
Aight, turn this shit black and white, it's gotta be just like the projections
And it's just of my face, up close
It's the part I take the mask off, you see my face really close
And it's not solarized, it's normal, it's just black and white
Aight, Mike, drop that shit |
introduction | Hello, you've come here in search of release, huh? Feeling the need to inspire your soul? Wanting to disappear to a place you could feel outside of your skin? Well, you've found one: a place within my mind. |
soundtrack 2 my life | I got 99 problems and they all bitches
Wish I was Jigga man, carefree livin'
But I'm not Shawn, or Martin Louis
I'm that Cleveland nigga rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You knowin' how it be when you start living large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott about the dram
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself
"Why he by himself?"
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent older sister kept me fly when she could
But they all didn't see
The little bit of sadness in me
Scotty
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring them to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
I'm super paranoid, like a sixth sense
Since my father died, I ain't been right since
And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe
Split an eighth of shrooms just so I could see the universe
I try and think about myself as a sacrifice
Just to show the kids they ain't the only ones who up at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a fuck
It's all said and done and my cock's been sucked
So now I'm in the cut, alcohol in the wound
My heart's an open sore that I hope heals soon
I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancún
Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon
So it's more than right, I try and shed some light on a man
Not many people of this planet understand fame
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring them to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
I'm this close to go and trying some coke
And a happy ending would be slittin' my throat
Ignorance to cope man, ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is love and I need that shit
If I never did shows then I'd prolly be a myth
If I cared about the blogs then I'd prolly be a jackass
Don't give a shit what people talkin' 'bout, fam
Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck
Hope I really get to see 30
Wanna settle down, stop being so flirty
Most of the clean faces be the most dirty
I just need a thoroughbred, cook when I'm hungry
Ass all chunky, brain is insanity
Only things that calm me down: pussy and some Cali tree
And I get both, never truly satisfied
I am happy, that's just the saddest lie
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring them to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
To my life, to my life, to my life…
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Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah |
jumpin like jordan remix | Got the trap house jumping like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 on the dash, and a paycheck cashed
Take off on you niggas, Jeff Gordon
AP, it cost me fifty
Model ho, yeah she with me
Living life like I’m Diddy
In the kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan
Trap, trap house jumping like Jordan
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan
Trap, trap house jumping like Jordan
AP, it cost me fifty
Model ho, yeah she with me
Living life like I’m Diddy
In the kitchen with Whitney
Yeah, yeah trap house jumping like Jordan
J's in the hood, they’re snorting
Double cup, lean, I’m pouring
Your bitch whipping in the early morning
Pulled up in the drop top phantom
Niggas in the hood can’t stand it
Whip game is so special
I’m whipping at the whole grand canyon
I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason!
I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancing
Your bitch think I’m romantic
My coke card game is frantic
My whip game make you panic
My plug is Phil Jackson
Feeling like Mutombo, I got all the Kush bo's
Juggin at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald
Trap game, Elvis Presley, you can’t impress me
Dark skinned ho, cook up the dope, she look like Nestle
Gone!
Auggh!!
Uh, aye bitch, tongue out
Alley oop this bad bitch, Tim Duncan, in her mouth
My nigga came with some white girl
I told that nigga no doubt
If I ain't the rawest out, I'm like Willis what the fuck you talkin' bout
Trap house jumping like Jordan
Trap house jumping like Jordan
At D.O.A with 40 thousand, with 40 bitches bout to blow it
I'm on the jet hungover, Migos meet me when I get sober
All these niggas acting like soldiers, make a phone call and it's over (Bitch!!)
Rich game, LK
Get up off my dick snake
You bitch made, and your bitch a maid
My worst day is my better days
My chain came from the Everglades
My money great, you forever fake
Tatted up like a esse'
My AP worth a house on the lake
Auggh!
Got the trap house jumping like Kobe
Cashed a hundred K on the rollie
You don't want it with me nigga, don’t talk to me nigga
Ima real ass nigga, you phony!
In the kitchen whipping up them babies
And pirex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m dunking, I’m dunking
I’m Jordan, you not even Kobe
In the kitchen with the pirex pot
Water whipping and the pot too hot
Drinking lean, out the bottle
In a Aston Martin, foreign with a model
So many racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with 6 hoes like 2 x 3
Trap house like Jordan
I’m a free man, no Morgan!
That choppa, it take out you organs
I play with them keys, no organ!
Bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
The lean, I’m pouring, I'm snoring
I’m making them plays in Delaware
Versace, Medusa my underwear
Who the fuck, nigga better have help
You don't trap on the block if you dont live there
The trap be jumping, and bunking
The fiends they running, the money keep coming
I'm kicking hoes out like a punter
If I start shooting, turn to a track runner
I'm calling up rich, he bringing the kids
Whipping the babies all summer |
da dopeman | Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it's 2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me on one condition
What's that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I
What?
You wasn't really on that dope boy shit
I tell you what shawty, get in man
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
My gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki' to a G, it's all about money)
Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bills need payin' nigga simple and plain
Take a young'n who's aspirin' to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house
Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out
Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass
A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially
(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)
Now once you flipped a couple o's know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
You should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin' take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don't it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckas they don't want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'
As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you snort blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time
They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line
(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)
Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin'
You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
He know you'll never tell what you and him do
A mob of a hundred just a few of them true
You heard a worker snictchin' on you and it's true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
I'll show you how to be a
(between "da dopeman, nigga"s:)
The feds is the:
George Bush just a:
Say goodbye to the:
Hey shorty, real talk: I'mma tell it like it is, ya dig? Them other cats give you half of it cause they don' known no better I'mma give you the whole story though. This shit a dead end street, partner. Take it from a nigga who been there. It ain't but a few of us who make it up out this shit, man, and live to tell about it, you know what I'm sayin', from the free world. But shit. The choice is yours, though, homie. Just don't say I ain' tell you. Once they get yo ass behind them walls talkin bout how many folk they got tellin on ya, your ass'll believe somethin' then. If you out ta make a million dollars in the game I betcha you get a hundred years... |
let there be light | Yeah, check check, testing
It's clear out there, yeah
It's like I'm hang glidin' over the hood, ha
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
Check, let there be light
No gang bangin' in New York tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life
Turn up the kid mic ‘cause ya'll ain't listenin' right
What's all this talk that Nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
This is all overseen by my man Will
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
And I know my business, so my sins great
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let there be light!
This ain't to glorify, just painting a street picture
There's no guidance or Bibles, just blunts and swishers
Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen
Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" McGriff, and
It's like the same difference except when niggas get arraigned
They don't want the same sentence, niggas get to snitchin
If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises
And bring back the niggas who was livest
Old hustlers, reminiscing on better days
They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage
Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
They used to love us
Till we found our own way through the maze
New York, set trippin' and flaggin'
Got the West Coast laughin'
Now Esco's askin', "What happened?"
My homegirl from upper Manhattan; she remembers the quarters that's Latin, a lot of rat-a-tat-tattin'
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
And I know my business, so my sins great
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let there be light!
The son of the audio cassette era, TEC wearer
Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose Speaker Terror
Deman I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive somethin' red
Like that horse standing on it's hind legs
Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds
I wanted bread like Wonder
Not Ned the Wino like the parents of Lionel
Nas is the Ghetto American Idol
No matter what you do you're never getting my title
I can't sound smart, ‘cause y'all will run away
They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about Ye
Like there's no other way for a ex-hustler
Cake getter, the ex-wig splitter to touch you, I beg to differ
When you're four years into the game
We can have a conversation
Eight years in the game, I invite you on vacation
Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame
Only then I let you pick my brain, niggas
Right about now (They don't really know)
(They don't really see)
I don't even deal with all that garbage
(No, no, no) We getting real right, you know?
(Though I walk through the valley)
That is Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen
(They should fear no) (no, no-oh)
Focus on good things, man, good times, heh-heh, alright
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
And I know my business, so my sins great
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let there be light!
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
And I know my business, so my sins great
And I thank the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let there be light!
Oh let it be, let it be, yeah
Let it be, let it be |
belong to the world | The wind in the sky
Please gather the clouds
And close the way of the wind
I need to make the beautiful dancer
Like a muse, so I can keep looking at her
Too bad if you forget about me
I have to live with it
We swear by God we will be together forever
Now I'm worried God will take your soul
Because you broke your promise
Like the fire which guards light up to search things
Burns up in the night
And fades into the daylight
Just as my love and thoughts of you
Burn in the night and fade into the sun
I know you want your money, girl
'Cause you do this every day, okay
The way you doubt your feelings
And look the other way
Well, it's something I relate to
Your gift of nonchalance
But nobody's ever made me fall in love
With this amount of touch, well
I'm not a fool
I just love that you're dead inside (That you're dead inside)
I'm not a fool, I'm just lifeless too
But you taught me how to feel
When nobody ever would
And you taught me how to love
When nobody ever could
Ooh girl, I know I should leave you
And learn to mistreat you
'Cause you belong to the world
And ooh girl, I wanna embrace you
Domesticate you
But you belong to the world
And I know that I'm saying too much
Even though I'd rather hold my tongue
And I'll pull you closer holding on to
Every moment 'til my time is done
And this ain't right, you've been the only one to make me smile
In so long, I've succumbed to what I've become, oh baby
I'm not a fool (I'm not a fool)
I just love that you're dead inside (That you're dead inside)
I'm not a fool, (Oh no) I'm just lifeless too (I'm just lifeless too)
But you taught me how to feel (You taught me how to feel)
When nobody ever would (When nobody ever would)
And you taught me how to love (You taught me how to love)
When nobody ever could (Oh babe, oh babe)
Ooh girl, I know I should leave you (I know I should leave you)
And learn to mistreat you (And learn to mistreat you)
'Cause you belong to the world (Ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
And ooh girl, I wanna embrace you (Oh babe, I wanna embrace you)
Domesticate you (Domesticate you)
But you belong to the world (Oh baby)
You belong to the world, you belong to the world
You belong to the loneliness of filling every need
Oh no, you belong to the world, you belong to the world
You belong to the temporary moments of a dream
Ooh girl, I know I should leave you
And learn to mistreat you
'Cause you belong to the world, ooh yeah
And ooh girl, I want to embrace you
Domesticate you
But you belong to the world
You belong to the world
You belong to the world
You belong to the world
You belong to the world |
the grind | Out tryna to get this paper
We in hoodies and timbs
Out on the grind
Rain or shine
Nickels and dimes
I'm out tryna to get his paper
I wake up, got money on mind
And I can't get off so I got to get on my grind
Got to get all my ducks in line
My bills in order crackers taking orders
For niggas in the race I got water
For niggas with hate I got llamas
Tissues for they mama
I'm flyer than Aladdin on a carpet
Saw A Whole New World when I made my profits
And my jasmine is a rapping
I do it the best, These niggas ain't smashing
Raw dog action
I impregenate the beat everytime I speak
A seed of my speech concives and MC! (Ho!)
Similar to me( yes),so we ain't' got to write just think
Keep it in the head like T
Spit listerine on the beat
Flossin' diamonds and me
Now peep the way I deliver on the beat
Is what you lack yeah that's why I'm so SWEET!
That's why yo chick want to pump me (right)
She want to be the chick from the other guy
Wanna be a lover I chuckle I laugh
As soon as you turn yo back I'm smashing
Hey I'm the other guy
Now you wanna rumble why
I mixed some limbs up make you a jambalaya
Wet you up
Roll you down the mountain and let your tumble drop
Throwback line for those who been listening (Uh!)
For all the new listeners that boy just filling
Niceklus is gifted nickename his Christmas
Make up a wishlish
Cop yall CD at this point I bet yall get it
At this point forget it..
I'm like a preganat woman I deliver
Now pop it push it!
We in hoodies and timbs
Out on the grind
Rain or shine
Nickels and dimes
I'm out tryna to get his paper
(I gotta spill on this)
That's why I roll up and tend to get high
Cause my arms won't extend to the sky
Peer pressure always make me feel lesser than a 10 in they eyes
So I can only grab my pen and advise
Street legends and chicks seem to wonder
Exactly who I am
You know me if you had a job at 16 and under yup
It's Drake and Saint Nick
Take a whiff of this and faint quick
Off a sample of the flow patient
But I don't lie to rhymers
I strip walls and apply the primer
If there's a wall I'm gon' try to climb-aaa
Without a graded rope
Our navy seal Buddies yelling slurs at me
I'm always gon find another way to go
I'm minty fresh with the Green like I'm made a bathing scope
No bathing ape but I'm clean Like I'm made of soap
Begging for the fire
Buglars in hear we
We all good in the fam we like Meagan and limiya
I dress like Lou, I sell verses to label
And they give me the next joint
To sound less like you
That's something I had to say before
I'm real picky with real with lyrics
So don't use joints you probably would pay me for
I ain't' a heat busser
What up to Denik Rusha and Bei Major, Trey Songz, the street's Usher
Leak tracks and heat wax and he bust ya
And then sign ya
This is a reminder
This along the lines of Thrill is Gone still the song
I'mma mention Jay even though I feel it's wrong
We gave good ambition homegirl couldn't listen
Now she want the Snackpack back and her pudding's missin'
Bring the topic back
Please don't stop the track
Tropicana never got the hammer by my jock in-fact, I keep my money there
Mixtapes where I top em at
DJ Smallz.com you can shop at that
Speak of shopping I'm tryna get a label deal
Tryna live my dreams while awake, tryna make the fables real
No stealing cable trying to have my cable still
Better yet stolen, my grammar is golden
My grammer go harder than most rappers
There's a certain female rapper I will expose and
For once I think you should tell yo mouth to get to closing
No I didn't pen that Freestyle shit
I got a session with Digs so the beef I'm gone end that
Anybody else get the piece that I bend back
Let it marinate if you niggas dare to hate |
not lost | Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face
Well this is the world that we live in
One minute you the hero the next you the villain
We got up in this game just to try to make a living
We hit you with the truth while you watching television
But still these are the cards that we dealt
They kick you on the ground when you most need help
Until you dried up and they sit you on the shelf
Then you start to cry because you all by yourself
So just know if you wanna wear the belt
The only way to excel is the soul that you sell
So I could care less about the clothes on myself
Im trying to drive straight on a road made of nails
Yeah, I got to pay the toll if I fail
Or else it would be another story to tell
Im getting to the door I can tell
Im just waiting on the day till the glory prevails
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face
All I know is keep goin', shit don't stop
Until the hustle doubles up, I'll put the click on top
Used to wanna have the bricks on lock
Til we went to prison saw we couldn't pick them locks
Easy decision now a nigga think I lost my touch
Listen if I ain't the realest ever done it I ain't off by much
So please don't wake me up if I'm dreamin'
In the fast lane speedin', no safety belt
And it's a marathon, pace yourself
In this race for wealth talkin shit just a waste of breath
Chasing me like chasing your tail your never catch it
Respect is something you never get if you never had it
I'm lookin' back and laughin' this life of mine
Brought me all the way here from my life of crime
Just a constant reminder that the end all be all
Is the one who knows all sees all because
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face
Yeah, well these are my predictions
I'll be on the Top 40 with a big hit
Travelin' the world tryin' not to get sick
And I'mma get more friends on my "Friends List"
And then after that I'll be famous
And everyone I know will tell me that I'm changin'
And then my cell phone will never stop ringin'
And I'll be all over magazine pages
Yeah and they'll play my songs 'til they borin'
And if I ever do stop touring they treat me like a foreigner
Don't believe me, ask Lauryn
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost
They gave me nothing but doubt
First they waited then hated then counted me out
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck
They say I lost my way
But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face |
know no better | Yeah (straight up)
Ooh
Wrist lookin' like it been dipped
Dipped in that, dipped in that, dipped in that
Script lookin' like it been flipped
Flippin' that, flippin' that, flippin' that (yah)
Pull up in that foreign, my God (skrrt, skrrt)
Whole squad get in that, get in that
Please say it ain't true, I had to go and cop two
Hell nah, we can't fit in that
Wild ones, like we fresh out the cage
Showtime, baby, fresh off the stage (yah)
Bad lil' mama, fresh off the page (yah, yah)
Front like you love it
But you know that you hate it (yeah, you hate it)
Yeah, you know no better
Yeah, you know no better (yah, yah)
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh
Yeah, you know no better
Say you different, who you kidding?
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh, save that talk for the ones
Who don't know no better (know no better)
'Cause, baby, I know you better ('cause, baby, I know no better)
Baby, I know you better (baby, I know...)
Baby, I know you better
Baby, I know you better
Straight up
Baby, I know you better
Baby, I know, I know no better
Top dropped off on my whip
Wippin' that, wippin' that, wippin' that
Yellow and that purple on mix
Mixin' that, mixin' that, mixin' that (yeah)
Copped my bitch from the tropics (yeah)
You know where she sittin' at
Takin' shots, pourin' bottle after bottle after bottle
No, we ain't sippin' that (yah)
Wild ones, like we fresh out the cage
Showtime, baby, fresh off the stage (yah)
Bad lil' mama, fresh off the page (yah, yah)
Front like you love it, but you know that you hate it
Yeah, you know no better (straight up)
Yeah, you know no better (yah, yah)
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh
Yeah, you know no better
Say you different, who you kidding?
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh, save that talk for the ones
Who don't know no better (no better)
'Cause, baby, I know you better ('cause, baby, I know no better)
Baby, I know you better (baby, I know...)
Baby, I know you better
Baby, I know you better (baby, baby)
Baby, I know you better
Baby, I know, I know no better (Quavo)
Drop top on the whip (drop top)
Dab of ranch on the chips (dab)
Ice cream gave her chills (ice cream)
Too much cash, pay the bills
I make her ride Mercedes (skrrt, skrrt)
I can afford the latest (ayy)
Baby, ignore the ratings (ignore 'em)
Just pull up, we pop out, we ragin'
We know no better (no)
Stack my bread up (stack)
Don't get fed up (nope)
Ain't gon' let up (yeah)
You told me to shut up (shut up)
But I'ma do better (huh?)
It's not my race (ooh)
Get out my face (get out)
Drop my case (drop it)
Which way? (where?)
Dat way (hey)
Yeah, you know no better
Say you different, who you kidding?
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh, save that talk for the ones who don't know no better
'Cause, baby, I know you better
Maybe I know you better (straight up)
Maybe I know you better
Maybe I know you better (straight up, maybe I know you better)
Maybe I know you better
Baby, I know, I know no better |
rain down remix | Rain down girl
Rain down girl
Tonight I got time to make it all better
Tonight I got time to make it all wetter
Rain down girl, baby won't you let me
Rain down girl, rain down baby
Tonight I got time to make it all better
Tonight I got time to make it all wetter
You say "Fuck me like you love me and how this feel?" and I say "Lovely"
Sign say "Caution slippery when wet," say you want it all so that's what you gon' get
Turn up, bedroom burn up, rain down 'til you make the whole room flood up
Keep rocking and drip dropping, we ain't stopping 'til you get through
Gimme all your precipitation
Bring your girl for participation
I'll lay you down 'til your leverage breaking
But I won't be evacuating
And I think it's ironic, she say her name Katrina
I say I'm from the NOLA, a survivor hope you know I need it all
Hard headed I come up on that G shit
But when it comes to that G spot, it's no secret that I can make you
Rain down girl
Rain down girl
Tonight I got time to make it all better
Tonight I got time to make it all wetter
Rain down girl, baby won't you let me
Rain down girl, rain down baby
Tonight I got time to make it all better
Tonight I got time to make it all wetter
She wanna fuck me with the lights on, she's gone she told me my baby
She wanna take a little ride on top, don't stop no seat belts baby
I'mma take my time and kiss your neck down to your waist
And if I go a little lower best believe we gon' rain on these sheets my babe
Drip dropping baby, can't stop it baby
You wanna use yo hand, I'mma watch you baby
We in the lobby baby, they watching baby
You could take your time cause I got you baby
On the phone right now, I can't speed it up, can't speed it up
But I can lick you down or I can beat it up
Girls hit my phone, girls hit my phone, they all wanna be that one
They won't leave me alone cause they know I can make it
Rain down girl
Rain down girl
Tonight I got time to make it all better
Tonight I got time to make it all wetter
Rain down girl, baby won't you let me
Rain down girl, rain down baby
Tonight I got time to make it all better
Tonight I got time to make it all wetter |
did it again | Uh, I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bitch, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Heard your boyfriend a lame (Huh)
Heard your boyfriend a scrub (Huh)
Diamonds all in my ear
Boot this bitch, not a scrub, huh
Uh, I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah)
I got Pi'erre on the beat (Yo!)
I got three ho's in this bitch (Yo!)
Karats they all in my ear (Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I got Pi'erre on the beat (Yo!)
I got three ho's in this bitch (Yo!)
Karats they all in my ear (Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fucking on all these ho's (Yo!)
Taking like all these ho’s
In this bitch, 'bout to get choked (Bah)
I might just wipe that bitch nose (Bah)
Bitch, I fuck with them folks
I know some niggas in ClayCo (Bah)
Niggas in love with my flow (Bah)
Niggas in love with my flow (Bah)
Niggas in love with my flow (Bah)
Niggas in love with my flow (Bah, what?)
I move that shit on the low (Eh)
Why you be talking like ho's? (Eh)
Why you be doing the most? (Yeah)
I fell in love with the Draco (Uh)
I know some niggas in ClayCo (Bah)
We trap in the muh'fuckin' B-roll
I was just praying in the bando (What?)
I was just living in the bando
Big ass gun, that's a draco (Yeah)
Big ass cup, that mango (Bow)
Uh, I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up (Slatt)
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bih, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bih, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bih, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Heard your boyfriend a lame (Huh)
Heard your boyfriend a scrub (Huh)
Diamonds all in my ear
Boot this bitch, not a scrub, huh
Uh, I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up (Slatt)
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bih, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bih, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bih, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Heard your boyfriend a lame (Huh)
Heard your boyfriend a scrub (Huh)
Diamonds all in my ear
Boot this bitch, not a scrub, huh
Uh, I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
I fuck that bitch up (Yeah, huh, ayy)
We fuck that bitch up
Mansion Elan on a Friday, fuck a bad bih, yeah
Count the cash on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Heard your boyfriend a lame (Huh)
Heard your boyfriend a scrub (Huh)
Diamonds all in my ear
Boot this bitch, not a scrub, huh |
pass dat | Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I've been waitin' on this all day
Nigga pass that shit, yeah
Nigga pass that shit
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I've been waitin' on this all day
Nigga pass that shit
Nigga pass that shit
Nigga pass that shit, yeah
Nigga pass that shit
The blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up today
I called up the Uber but then I pulled out the Range
Grab that shit, yeah
Then grab that bitch
I roll up to pull up, I'm stuntin', I'm stuntin', hey
I smoke up to pull up, I pull up and I'm like, "hey"
That's that nigga
Yeah, yeah that's that nigga
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I've been waitin' on this all day
Nigga pass that shit, yeah
Nigga pass that shit
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I've been waitin' on this all day
Nigga pass that shit
Nigga pass that shit
Nigga pass that shit, yeah
Nigga pass that shit
What you women talkin' 'bout?
I only wanna get up there
A bad bitch rollin' up some good
Light it up and hand me it
All I wanna do, trouble up
Extendo doubled up
Tired as fuck ain't no more work
Ease my mind, that's where it hurt
Pull up in somethin' that go skrrt
Fishtailin' like we Dirk
Feel like Ray J for the purp
Come and let me hit it first
I'ma pass it if it's some gas
I'ma pull up, might forget to ask
Smokin' Ivory, passin' plenty tabs
Roll the 'Wood up so it can last
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I've been waitin' on this all day
Nigga pass that shit, yeah
Nigga pass that shit
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
After blunt after blunt after, hey
Cup after cup, gotta double that up
I've been waitin' on this all day
Nigga pass that shit
Nigga pass that shit
Nigga pass that shit, yeah
Nigga pass that shit |
balenciagas | See the difference between me and you niggas
Is you niggas play too much
Me, I'm really gettin' to the money
It's a whole different ball game
I walk into the store and say, you know
2k on my Balenciagas
I told lil mama I'm a shotta
2k but that's just for my riders
These bitches love me like Big Papa
2k on my Balenciagas
All these bitches love a nigga 'cause I'm out the T.O
Creole misses eatin' greo, bitches love my steelo
Heard your bitch was talkin', said I ain't no Al Pacino
Look her dead up in the face like what the fuck does she know?
I told Kels we out for clubbin', dreamin', touchin', sinos
Fuck these bitches, love to quote us on our money lingo
Walk inside the spot for nothin' under cinco
I walk inside the spot and hear the fuckin' bingo
Hopped up off the tour and popped up out the foreign
Y'all say you ballin' but who really out here scorin'?
When you was talkin' reckless, I was out there tourin'
And my brother Sosa, how did you know we about to go in?
But I be with it when the drama there
Niggas pull up on me playin' Gotti, gotta pocket rocket when I pop in there
Pop a op and cop a 100 niggas that be son’n niggas like they pop in there
A lot of niggas say they gettin' gwop but they be in the trap but really not in there
Y’all wouldn't never be caught in there
Shawty, gonna do it for Fargo, fuck it I wasted a line
I walk through the bank, never wait in a line
All you niggas, I'm rich, yeah I made up my mind
And I'm ballin', we from the islands but my whip is foreign
Closet worth half a million and that’s just in Jordans
I don’t really like talkin'
It's like what you wanna do
You see these Balmain jeans, Balenciaga sneakers, rare J’s
It’s like, what you want me to do? I’m sorry
2k on my Balenciagas
I told lil mama I'm a shotta
2k but that's just for my riders
These bitches love me like Big Papa
2k on my Balenciagas
Skinny black nigga with the icey watch
Walk inside my closet, see a Nike shop
I used to stack my hundreds in that Nike box
Now I only use that money to let wifey shop
I told you niggas
Don’t ask for nothin', I don’t know you niggas
You doubted, so I had to show you niggas
Word to lil Haiti, I might zoe you niggas
Don’t run up on me like you straight up, nigga
I'm a A1 nigga
Hit his celly, tellin' on you, that’s your day one nigga
I just move like the mob, keep a tool like a job
I been sinnin' but I’m only tryna do right for God
But I know he can see I'm with a 100 niggas, all us down to get this money in it
What to do when you need money in these streets and niggas dyin' tryina fuck and get it?
Different bitches fuckin' with you sayin' that you trippin' but they fuckin' niggas in it
Gotta get your money 'cause them honeys and them women suckin', fuckin' niggas with it
Ha, don’t play no games don’t say no names
Ha, get brain all day, get paid all day
Yeah, you love my style you hate my fame
Don’t hate the player hate the game, call me Fargo, wassup?
You know what I'm sayin' like
Wee wee, Bounjour, au revoir and all that French stuff
Foreign language
You see me, call me Fargo
2k on my Balenciagas
I told lil mama I'm a shotta
2k but that's just for my riders
These bitches love me like Big Papa
2k on my Balenciagas
2k on my Balenciagas
2k on my Balenciagas |
ovo sound radio episode 56 tracklist | Oliver Set
Roy Woods - Balance ft. dvsn & PnB Rock
Lou Val - Moon Luv
Dreezy - Spar ft. 6LACK & Kodak Black
21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin - Ghostface Killers ft. Travis Scott
Future & Young Thug - No Cap
Baka Not Nice - I Am Who I Am
PnB Rock - Lowkey ft. Roy Woods & 24hrs
Preme - Can't Hang ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR
Killy - Forecast
Roy Woods - Say Less
Morgan Keyz Set
Mavado - Messiah
Fredo - Change
Dave - No Words ft. Mostack
WSTRN - Ben' Ova
Afro B - Juice and Power ft. Yxng Bane
DB Soundsystem - Bomboleo
E. Mak - Yo ft. Big Zeeks
Donae'o - Let Me ft. Young T, Bugsey & Belly Squad
S loud - Bizzerk
Yxng Bane - Froze
Krept & Konan - Ask Flipz ft. Stormzy
Giggs - The Essence
Santo Trafficante - Swisher Sweets
Swiss - Cry
So Solid Crew - Envy (They Don't Know Vocal Remix)
Star.One & Asher D. & P Money - We Run The Show
Grim Sicker - Open the Till ft. Ghetts & Darker the Shadow Brighter the Light
Block Europe - Large Amounts ft. Young Adz & Dirtbike LB
Just Banco - Soo Yung
Manga Saint Hilare - Outburst 001-004 ft. Maxsta, Snowy, Izzie Gibbs & JGRREY
G0HomeRoger & Kid Masterpiece Set
GoldLink - Crew (Backyard Band Remix)
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Best Friends
G0homeroger - Jamie Foxx Interlude
Chad. B - (Slot Juru Sax) Doing It Wrong
Daniel Caesar - Blessed
Sabrina Claudio - Unravel Me
Kid Masterpiece - Take Away X Signs Blend
Missy Elliot - Take Away (LP Version) ft. Ginuwine
Sabrina Claudio - Used To
G0homeroger - Think I Love My Wife Interlude
Brent Faiyaz - Talk 2 U
Jhené Aiko - When We Love
BOSCO - Gold Ghost
G0homeroger & Kid Masterpiece - Love Jones Outro
Kelela - Go All Night
The-Dream - Falsetto
Future & Jodeci - Whatever U Need (A JAYBeatz Mashup) #HVLM
G0homeroger - Insecure / Love Jones Skit
H.E.R. - Wait for It
Bryson Tiller - We Both Know
G0homeroger - Mississippi Masala Skit
Kenny Lattimore - Never Too Busy
Oliver Set
Charlotte Day Wilson - Doubt |
too deep | I won't make you pull out
Getting it all tonight
(All that I want)
I just wanna go down
In history how you like
(Wanna be the one)
As the one who makes you comfortable
Cause your lips, they got me feeling very vulnerable
The way that you speak to me, freak with me
Gives me a rise
And I think we're
In too deep
Don't wanna pull out
And I think we're
In too deep
Don't wanna pull out
Don't you, baby, pull out
We're right where we're supposed to be
I just wanna go down
You know I'm what you want, complete-ly
And I just wanna be clear
We're doing right, what we're doing works
(Feels like I'm almost there, oh yeah)
The way that you speak to me, frequently
Gives me a rise
I think we're
In too deep
Don't wanna pull out
I think we're
In too deep
Don't wanna pull out
No
Yeah, yeah
Oh I wanna know |
cant interfere wit my money | I done robbed niggas, been robbed nigga
I done shot niggas, been shot at nigga
If you love your niggas you fire for your niggas
Cause Waka my nigga, I'd die for my nigga
Spent seventy-five on this Rollie'
Tote a .45 like the police
If I'm a ho, come show me
Big Gucci O.G. like Tookie
If you told her why just like Pookie
Then I'mma gonna have to kill a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model
Like Big Meech, like John Gotti
I ain't never told on nobody
Got tear drops, but nobody
Blew your brains out your head to make you think about it
I'm cancerous, I'm the dangerous
And I don't need no nigga, I can handle this
I got good aim, I don't panic quick
And I have a nigga funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit
This ain't a lick, and I don't know you
'Fore I shake your hand, I put a hole in it
You ain't gonna bring me my bread nigga
Can't interfere with my money
I'mma put change on your head nigga
Can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the feds nigga
They can't interfere with my money
I ain't got time to be playing with ya'
Can't interfere with my money
Heard you ain't got no money no more
But it can't interfere with my money
Say that you running up on me nigga
But it can't interfere with my money
Fronted you some and you still ain't paid
But it can't interfere with my money
Like I'm a bitch, I'm gon' let you play
But it can't interfere with my money
Treat the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my money
Treat these rap niggas like little kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these fuck niggas ain't one-hundred
Got monkey nuts on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start running when I start gunning
'Fore I'm talking to you, I'm busting at you, this Russian prolly crack your bone marrow
Let your brother be your pallbearer, shoot you in your head like cousin Harold
All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
Turned your favorite rapper to a victim, homie
And no witnesses to be snitching on me
Say the nigga died with his pistol on him
Crime scene, taking pictures of him
Had a wake funeral and a shower for him
When you see the nigga, lay a flower on him
Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the third degree
No nigga gon' fuck with me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the fuck they trying me?
My hand where that nine be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status nigga
Shooting like John Paxson nigga
My goons automatic nigga
When it's time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to break the iron out
We killing for them rubber bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out like I'm drummer boy |
king of the dead | Yah, yah
Yah, yah
Yah, haha
Members Only, Volume 2
Age, pick up the pace
Tell 'em why I ain’t find no haze
Indeed I am ready, my outfit in vain (Yeah, yeah)
The needle in my veins, I'm falling asleep (Okay)
King of the dead, I sever your head (Okay)
When shit touch the river my reign will be fed
I touch the sky and bring life to the dead
I watch my demons become Super Saiyan (Okay)
Oh, I'm not an orphan (Yeah)
Death is my importance (Yeah, okay)
Rush without a soul, many will fall
Feeling my bones, I say again
Oh, I'm not an orphan (Okay)
Death is my importance
Rush without a soul, many will fall
Feeling my bones, I say again (Yeah)
Found this sound in Sweden, a while ago
It's like, the more I explore this song, the more-
I explore different sounds, period
It's like the more I fall in love with making music
It's nice, actually
I'm out my mind, see fear in your eyes
I'm sick, I despise myself again
The tears never come, my body is numb
I feel like a god amongst the men
Cut out my eyes, feed me with lies
That I don't never have to see again
I feed the hate, I feed the truth
I give the pain to the youth
Fuck the devil for your wealth
Pistol chilling on my shelf
I control my own death
And I don't need no fucking help
Fuck the devil for your wealth
Pistol chilling on my shelf
I control my own death
And I don't need no fucking help
Found this sound in Sweden
The more I explore, the more I fall in love with the music I make
Members Only Volume 2, vrother |
cameras | Oh, it's hardly a secret
You ain't gon stop tryna get where you going until you reach it
Always had them bars back in the day
When the same ones running up on you wasn't speaking
Look at all your achievements
You work hard so it'd be kinda hard not to believe that
You party every weekend (weekend)
Fuck em all who act like they ain't see it then
All them nights on the plane
Losses a nigga took, had to charge it to the game
Always wanted stardom and the fame
Learn to out smart em
And now it ain't no stopping the champagne from poppin'
The draws from droppin'
Us seeing muscle cars and coppin' em
Started off just a little less popular
Now you got a new place
You drive a new car
You smile for the cameras, live life like a superstar
Don't care what they say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
Never gets boring
And haters in your face, you just ignore em
Don't know what they talking shit for
See niggas get theirs, you just tryna get yours
Therefore, you left all the people you care for
Hopped on a plane and got airborne
Seen the bullshit comin' and fell for it
But it's all good now
Cause the same ones that talk shit telling everyone you made it
Then you start seein' hoes you dated
And thoughts start getting jaded
Now your life's sort of different ain't it
Feel your scars knowin what your pain is
But what's it all worth if it's painless?
Say you wanna be famous
Always knew I was this good
But never knew I'd be this good
Them niggas just starting, I've been doing it
Hear em talk but they ain't living my life
In the dark tryna get in my light
But chances I don't get em, dodge twice
Spendin' grands for hoes, this is the high life
And for the camera's posing this the high life
Bottles raising for my niggas not here
I pour out a couple sips
Blew em on the beach, I smoke for you on my trips
Them days I was younger I knew this life was the shit
But never like this
It's so amazing, we ain't gotta duck shots
We just pour and chase em
Ain't worry bout it, cause they gon hate
Know where I'm going, look where I came from |
doin it again | I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
Remix, rising up out of the flames like a phoenix
Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius
Knowing I'm sowing seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest
If I said "I mean it", I did it because I need it
Eat, sleep it or bleed it, write it down and then read it
Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk, deleted
I blast off then lay 'em out like a Tempurpedic
It's Black Thought, for certain I'mma win eventually
This unsung, underrated, under-appreciated
The one them underachievers had underestimated
Finally graduated, I'm one of the most hated
Something that's so sacred,nobody goin' take it
Face it, I keep doin' it well
Doin' it sans assistance, just do it yourself
Doin' it below the radar, we doin' it stealth
Doin' it again for Illadelph, yo, who else?
We goin' do it again!
I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
Ayo, I'm on my job, see my eyes focused where the prize be
Even though they tried to rob me and sabotage the spot
Just like 'Pac when they got him in the lobby
Try to tax and fine me like Ronald Isley
I's a changed man, ain't no if, and's or probably's
Niggas used to know me, they don't even recognise me
Yep, the P-5-D is who the repertoire be
Doin' it again just like Poitier and Cosby
I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everything inside me
Dear diary, the fans still swear by me
Even though I'm Late Night now like "Here's Johnny"
Swimming with them Great Whites now, that's where to find me
Funny how it break right down, but never mind me
Forever grimey, I guess it's just Philly shining
Rock roller, bipolar like Phyllis Hyman |
young money hospital | Young Money Hospital, I am so sick
Kill you and your dogs, you can call me Mike Vick
I'mma get get silly, sick sick with it
Foolish like Shawty Lo, and I'mma get get it
Stick shift kitted, Maserati orange
Got my top let back with the Kamikaze doors
Hoes all over me, crazy no controlin' me
I hop up in them draws and put that dick up in her ovaries
Gudda bitch you know it's me, I spit cooked coke
So when I rap it comes out like a quarter key
Conduct disorderly, .44 bulldogs barkin' start sparkin'
And rip out your arteries
Uhh Umm, fresh off the Carter 3
Money ain't a thing mothafucker it’s the only thing
Ha ha, bitch don’t bother me
My car so big, the license plate says “pardon me”
Yeah, Louie V lokes on
And my Jewelry just singin' like a slow song
Young Moola bitch
You fuckin' with some soldiers, "hoorah" bitch
Hollygrove gangsta, mixtape mangler
Wheels on the coupe, lips bigger than Tapanga’s
Two middle fingers, you don’t know my anger
Better call the rangers, but you gon need the angels
No homo I got money out the anus
And I got the girls screamin' "please Lil Wayne us"
Let me explain this
I’m like Travis Barker I got stripes, I’m strapped and I’m Famous
I tell myself you ought to be shameless
I pop a pill, and now I feel painless
And I'mma shoot that if I aim this
And I ain't talkin' bout no motherfuckin' sidekick
Like, I fuck that other side bitch
East-side I ride around, you know who you ride with
Then I’m at the hospital, if you survive it
Then I’m at your funeral just to see ya body
Pussy nigga I'm a hitman
And when it come to pussy nigga I'm a clit man
Haha shit man, I got your girl on my arm like a wrist band
And anything I do my clique can
They can lean on me like a kick stand
I'mma take us to the top
And know its not a rumor, it’s the rock |
almost slipped | Ugh, every bitch I'm fuckin' say they only fuckin' me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double C
The way you love the game, you couldn't be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I'd love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there's nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won't like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like a psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won't forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin' on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon' be a ho, so ain't no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can't let you cross me twice
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
You fucking with a ball player and now you acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin' you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin' (Callin')
It's so wet, it's slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin' (Stallin')
'Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don't wanna hear this player shit, but baby I'm made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can't play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain't been cuffing on no hoes and I ain't gon' start
Had to Patek my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to Patek my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain't my fault
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That's when I did my homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don't know how I'ma go 'bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that's word to Lil Roddy (Lil, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me) |
gold days | Chorus:
Gold days
Give them away
The whole town was burning, burning, burning
Gold days
Give them away
The whole town was burning, burning, burning
Riding in this hooptie with the rust stains
Trying to get a buck off of this cocaine
I'm day dreaming all day, hoping that I can wake up
Lounging in my castle with the windows all draped up
And my pockets all caked up, no stress
Guess I'm gonna have to wait until I'm dead to get some rest huh
You know the mirror never lies
My girl giving me hell because I ain't hearing her cries
She call me 5 or 6 times on the phone and I ain't replied
I'm a young man with dreams, nothing in between
I told myself one day that I would understand the bigger scheme
If you come from where I came from you know what I mean
Those were them
Chorus:
Gold days
(I could never)
Give them away, away
(I made sure)
The whole town was burning, burning, burning
(Those were them)
Gold days
(I could never)
Give them away, away
(I made sure)
The whole town was burning, burning, burning
Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Sunny weather, people with you, when it's clouds they run for cover
The one that stood beside me was my motherfucking mother
Moving on to better days, put my kids through college
Your mind is young, copping Jordans, eating chicken wings
Trophy case filled, you fucking with a winner
I'm at a roaring boil, other suckers simmer
You see my shirt it's expensive like the dinner
That's why I rock a bib motherfucker because it's linen
I only talk about what I know and some other shit
You on some angel eyes, sneaky undercover shit
Intricate plots constructed during boredom
I'm in the streets from Kissena out to Fordham
Peace to my family I hold you down forever
I love my children's mother even though we're not together
All I ask is honesty, ayo honestly
Fuck around and we could've been a dynasty
Chorus
Gold days
(I could never)
Give them away, away
(I made sure)
The whole town was burning, burning, burning
(Those were them)
Gold days
(I could never)
Give them away, away
(I made sure)
The whole town was burning, burning, burning |
on fire | Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em
You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands―
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah 'bouta stack up my figures
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet (hop off a jet)
Hop off a jet (hop off a skrrt)
Hop off a jet (hop on a jet)
Hop off a jet (hold on!)
Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need to threesome (yeah)
I need a threesome (threesome, yeah)
Girls give me the threesome (oh)
Three, three, three, three, three, three, threesome
Push your head up and be strong
Every city I leave I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
Wooden room in my Japanese home
Rockin' Guess in my Japanese drawers (rockin' Guess)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em
You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in love with my clan, 'bouta tat they names on me
You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
And ain't got no scratches on me
I got a ratchet ho and I got this ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie
Ayy, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a Covergirl
You can come and chill with me
Let's drink a pint of codeine
Plus when she on syrup she a lil easy
Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you're gone
Pillsbury Doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
I put a puddle on the neck of my son
I got some Act, I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em
You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in love with my clan, 'bouta tat they names on me
You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
And ain't got no scratches on me
Got bloody, murder on my boots, mm
You kick 'em, that bitch the swoop, mm
How dare you, I kick ya ruler (hrrah, mm)
My chains, I'm Rick the Ruler, mm
That's foreign, ain't old school, mm
We killin', ain't tryna sue you, mm
Came a long way from ramen noodles, mm
2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin' girl, you full, mhm
Got Molly in my Red Bull, ah-huh
I'm with the dogs, and yeah we cruel, uh-huh
Everything you do be fire like you
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em
You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands―
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah 'bouta suck on my figures
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet (hop off a jet)
Hop off a jet (hop off a skrrt)
Hop off a jet (hop on a jet)
Hop off a jet (hold on!) |
retribution | Now that you’re focused
I’m glad that you noticed
The realest nigga here
It’s kinda chilly being the coldest
Me and Timbo in that two-door, making our ”Otis"
Now witness the chosen
It’s just different here
Monte Carlo nights, let her throw the dice
Play in paradise
All I know is white
Get the powder gone
Bitches love to shop, levitate the mall
Mattress full of money, let it break the fall
Woo! She used to fly on a buddy pass
They say when the money go, you hope that your honey last
I been preaching since money, cash— hoes
And I promise, I hardly see you
From where I am it’s so hard to see you
Got money I’ve been different ever since
Maybe it’s me and my arrogance
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you? We don’t know you
Who are you? We don’t know you
I’m the fire and the base
I’m admired by the greats
This to each and every rap nigga
I look you liars in the face
Cold case, Rolls Wraith
Big dipper, constellation in the ceiling, see the stars
See the jewelry, all rock, no guitar
Who you know better with the raw?
Bogota, she like finessing niggas
She gets a Range Rover Sport
And got seats on the court from the best of niggas
I never bit at that apple
I never lost my El Chapo
I can still grab it, and bag it and capsule
Covered in white like I walked in the chapel
I’m that cold
And I promise, I hardly see you
From where I am it’s so hard to see you
Got money I’ve been different ever since
Maybe it’s me and my arrogance
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you? We don’t know you
Who are you? We don’t know you
The last dope dealer
Red leather in a room full of Thrillers
The mamas, they zombies
Chase a nigga for the money, they behind me
Woo, safe look like it got a printer
Ain’t no rappers in that Sprinter
Ain’t no saints, only sinners
What bitch ain’t fucked a winner?
I’m a blue ribbon nigga
Talk down on you two pigeon niggas
Front five or better
Yeah, I got a mountain of it, you could climb forever |
kim kardashian | Lyrics from Snippet
...matrix
Red Lamborghini parked outside of the the Staples,
I’m a GOAT, nigga
I held Kim Kardashian by her throat, nigga
I made her swallow my kids until she choked, nigga
I should apologize, 'cause Ye my folks, nigga
This for all them Vice Lords and folks, nigga
This for all my hound dogs and Locs, nigga
Ayy, Top Dawg, remember when we was broke, nigga?
We was hood rich, but we was broke niggas
Playin' in the with no coat, nigga |
buss it | Buss it wide open (Wide, yup)
Now quit playing' with a nigga (Yeah, yeah, whoa)
Buss it wide open (Wide, yup)
Now quit playing' with a nigga
H-H-H-H-Holy shit
You make me wanna leave the one I'm with
So girl, leave that bum you with (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, know I'ma fuck up the game
Girl, just wind it on me, ooh, buss it
Buss it wide open, wide open (Yeah)
Now quit playin' with a nigga (Yeah, yeah, whoa)
Ooh, buss it, buss it wide open, wide open (Yeah)
Now quit playin' with a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Buss it wide open
Yeah, car dealer, I be there a lot
Cop something with the engine, Triceratops
3 Sarahs in my bed, and they all tryna get it
I just told 'em that I just want the tri-Sarah-top (Woah)
I know your man hate a nigga like me though (Like me though)
She be givin' headbutt, Ochocinco (Yup)
She got that fire, yeah that ass, no amino (No amino)
Ven aquí porfavor, I'm with my amigos (With my amigos)
I ain't stingy, go 'head, I ain't trippin'
Piñata, it ain't fun if the homies can't hit it (Yeah, yeah)
I know your man can't knock me off my pivot (No)
When I drive it, bet I own it, that's the difference (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You make me wanna leave the one I'm with
So girl, leave that bum you with (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, know I'ma fuck up the game
Girl, just wind it on me, ooh, buss it
Buss it wide open, wide open (Yeah)
Now quit playin' with a nigga (Yeah, yeah, whoa)
Ooh, buss it, buss it wide open, wide open (Yeah)
Now quit playin' with a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Buss it wide open
Girl, you know I'm 'bout, 'bout it
CSI, I'ma catch a body
And you know I'ma eat that
Dinner table or the bedroom? Get that ass up
Movin' too fast, take it slow
Baby, you be floppin' with the give and go
When I'm the reason half these bitches walkin' pigeon-toed
Bust it down, spin it around, what it sittin' for?
First name basis, that pussy on a need-to-know
I don't fuck with condoms, but a nigga still need 'em though
Cracking seals, poppin' pills, know I keep it for
What you waitin' for? Baby, I'ma put my money up (Ow!)
You make me wanna leave the one I'm with
So girl, leave that bum you with (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, know I'ma fuck up the game
Girl, just wind it on me, ooh, buss it
Buss it wide open, wide open (Yeah)
Now quit playin' with a nigga (Yeah, yeah, whoa)
Ooh, buss it, buss it wide open, wide open (Yeah)
Now quit playin' with a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Buss it wide open |
walk on water | I just robbed a lil' (What? Ooh)
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water, slime
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water, slime
Fade on me like I'm Boosie, bitch she popping her coochie
My girl, she look like a stripper
Codeine in a Kool-Aid pitcher
Put diamonds on my sister
Put Prada on my mama
Eating Benihana's, filled up off the lobster
Pasta like a mobster, reds got me poppin' (Yeah)
On a tropic island (Yeah), TMZ watching
I'm a money man, I got her running away
Come up off that pussy, make some money today
Fetti provolone, she fell in love with the guap
Leave your man at home, and I'ma make you a star
Take you round the world, you can't pronounce where we are
I just robbed a little nigga, and I'm takin' his broad
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water, slime
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water, slime
We can touch the water (Yah) bitch I walk (Wah, yah)
Walk on top of water (Bitch I, yeah) slime (Bitch I, ay)
Big bang, Nasty in this hoe, man
I might fuck around and fuck a little nigga's hoe, man
You know how the game go, you know that shit for sure, man
Fuck yo bitch one night, she blow the next, they just like propane
Spend a lil' shopping money on a lil' Dolce
Prada and that Gucci plus Chanel, she love the clothes game
Told her if she fuck me right, she could get what she wanted
It ain't nothin' to me, I just call up my accountant
Guap
You see me on water, walking on it like Jesus
Margiela on my collar, remember they used to tease us
I need Obama daughter, yeah, I really need her
Hundred racks froze in water, I bought that new freezer
Jump with the Mac in the back of the Jeep
Sweep them niggas clean (Roo!)
Hit em with a magazine
Make your sneakers lean (Roo!)
Cadillac diamond the back of that old school
When I'm with my team (hah!)
Don't wanna fuck with the team
Don't do that, know what I mean? (Alright!)
She wanna fuck with a king, diamonds all bling
Hood Pope doing his thing
She wanna ride with the team, by any means
Taking the bitch of your dreams
Now that bitch my little queen, got her from Queens
Might come in raw, with a G
Gucci and Prada on her feet, designer her sheets
A dollar sign A P
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water, slime
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water, slime
We can touch the water, bitch I walk
Walk on top of water, slime |
i got the juice | You're so damn electro-cute (alright)
You know you got that juice (yeah)
You know you got that juice (uh)
You know you got that juice (uh-huh)
Now, squeeze all that passionfruit (squeeze)
Ain't no one fresher than you (woo, fresher)
Ain't no one fresher than you (woo, fresher)
And if they try to break you, you say
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
You're number one
Down, dog
And don't you doubt it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Stop!
Now, shine
I got the juice (juice tonight)
I'm the chaser, don't need a mixer
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I'm the plug and the filter
I got the juice (juice tonight)
How many damn times I got to tell y'all?
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I got the juice (I got the juice tonight)
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
You're number one and don't you doubt it
Now go on girl and use that sauce (that sauce)
If you don't, then that's your loss (your loss)
If you don't, then that's your loss
Turn it up, don't turn it off
Got everbody looking in your cup (your cup)
You know they wanna drink it up (drink it up)
You know they wanna drink it up (drink it up)
And if they try to take it you say
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
You're number one
Down, dog
And don't you doubt it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Down, dog
Don't think about it
Stop!
Now, shine
I got the juice (juice tonight)
I'm the chaser, don't need a mixer
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I'm the plug and the filter
I got the juice (juice tonight)
How many damn times I got to tell y'all?
I got the juice (juice tonight)
Baby, I got the juice (I got the juice tonight)
It's a freak, freak scene in it, yeah, wet, wet dream in it
Wakin' up like wean in it, me in your jeans in it, yeah
Yellow like pee in it, yeah, oh no, I mean me in it
Know it ain't lean in it, huh? But it's got a little kink in it, uh
Kinda make you wanna drink in it, got a little cream in it, yeah
But I feel a little bean in it, yeah, work me up like caffeine in it (hey)
Drippin' like a extra large but the top is too small, yeah
Here, let me wipe you off
Look inside, I can't wait to get you home at all, nah
These cupholders are small, uh
Can't believe what is in it, yeah, tastes like a good time
My brain was foggy in my business, yeah, short-term memory fried (brain on)
What you got, girl, is tough as shit, yeah, can't nothin' else fuck with it (hey)
Pressed, please, that fresh squeezed juice, there could never be a supplement (hey)
Got juice for all my lovers, got juice for all my wives (hey!)
My juice is my religion, got juice between my thighs (hey!)
Now, ask the angels, baby, my juice is so divine (hey!)
Ain't no juice quite like yours, ain't no juice quite like mine (hey!)
If you try to grab my pussy cat, this pussy grab you back (hey!)
If you try to grab my pussy cat, this pussy grab you back (hey!)
If you try to grab my pussy cat, this pussy grab you back (hey!)
This pussy grab you back, give you pussy cataracts (hey!)
Yeah, I got the juice, I'm the truth, you can see it
Throw it up, throw it up, I'm the plug when you need it
I'm the truth, I'm the truth, yeah, yeah, I got the juice
And I'm a dirty computer, dirty computer
You can break me, break me down, if you want it you can get it
You can take my, take my crown, I don't want it, I don't need it
Yeah, yeah, I got the juice, yeah, yeah, I got the juice
And Im a dirty computer, dirty comp... |
if i believe you | I’ve got a God-shaped hole that’s infected
And I’m petrified of being alone now
It's pathetic, I know
And I tossed and I turn in my bed
It's just like I Lostmyhead (Lostmyhead)
And if I believe you
Will that make it stop?
If I told you I need you
Is that what you want?
And I'm broken and bleeding
And begging for help
(There's no use singing a song)
And I'm asking you Jesus, show yourself
I thought I’d met you once or twice
But that was just because the dabs were nice and opening up my mind
Showing me consciousness is primary in the universe
And I had a revelation
I'll be your child if you insist
I mean if it was you that made my body
You probably shouldn't have made me atheist
But, oh, I’m a lesbian kiss
I'm an evangelist
And if you don't want to go to hell then Miss, you better start selling this
And if I believe you
Will that make it stop?
If I told you I need you
Is that what you want?
And I'm broken and bleeding
And begging for help
(There's no use singing a song)
And I'm asking you Jesus, show yourself
If I'm lost then how can I find myself?
If I'm lost then how can I find myself?
If I'm lost then how can I find myself?
If I'm lost now then how can I find myself?
If I'm lost now then how can I find myself?
If I'm lost then how can I find myself?
Then how can I find myself?
If I'm lost now then how can I find myself?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I'm lost now then how can I find myself?
Yeah, yeah |
money make me come | This for the trill bitches
Fuck a nigga, money make me come
Boss, you better tell 'em
I needs a real bitch, 365
Let her count the cheese, let her see the pies
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
All the death threats 'cause I owe niggas
She told me get rest, those are hoe niggas
That's a real bitch, she had to show niggas
'Cause I was blind to the fact she was a hoe, nigga
I'm countin' dough, nigga she a double count
Somethin' come up short, she'll point it out
Niggas try to holla, she'll point it out
She'll catch a flight, she'll run a route
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come)
She a real bitch so she gotta stunt
She get her weave done at least five times a month
She don't call 'em purses, bitch call 'em bags
I don't know the names, I know they cost some stacks
She deserve this, she serves her purpose
She shaves her juice box 'til it look perfect
Fuck the Aston Mar, fuck with a astronaut
I'm in the gulf streams, nuts in my Acid watch
I needs a real bitch, I needs a real bitch
Ass like Trina and the brains is the business
I needs a real bitch, she get ya what ya need
She get ya what ya want, she'll even roll ya weed
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come)
I needs a real bitch, 365
Let her count the cheese, can't believe her eyes
Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
Cop the big Range, let her move in it
The condo round the corner with all the tools in it
Take her two minutes, she'll be there and back
So when you see that pretty face, you better lay ya flat
We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
(Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come
Money make me come, money, money make me come) |
football season is over | Why the fuck can I not hail a taxi?
Arm out like a Nazi, every cunt's driving past
Where the fuck is everyone?
I can't see anyone, I can't see anything
The hardest part of today is a hangover
Empty bottles and empty promises
The hardest part of today is a hangover
I got every person I need
And it's gonna be one hell of a messy night
I can't remember last night, I can't remember anything
I can't remember last night, I can't remember anything
Turn this fuckin' shit up!
Party till you pass out, drink till you're dead
Dance all night till you can't feel your legs
Party till you pass out, drink till you're dead
Dance all fucking night
Party till you pass out, drink till you're dead
Dance all night till you can't feel your legs
Party til you pass out, drink till you're dead
Dance all fucking night
We are done with giving a fuck
*Cheering*
I'm so drunk, I can't even see anymore |
north star | Shit got real, we was standin' in the rain, woah (Real)
I got four kids, know we need to spend some time, oh
I'm grindin' without the sleep (Hey)
I pray to get out of the street
I sit back and watch and see (Watch)
They plot they enemies (Plot)
They try to split the three
This shit longer than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin' me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna capture me)
They lyin' about the hoes, it's fuckin' my bitch up mentally (Lie)
Shit be glitter, it don't be gold the fame can fuck up your family (Lie)
It's hard to hold 'em, I'm sorry I fold
But you can't do this shit back to me (Sorry I fold)
Sippin' on 4-4 while I'm lane switchin' (4-4)
Thinkin' about my woes, let the gang get in
Niggas start crossin' out they bros let they fame get 'em (Who?)
Suckin' out my soul, she got a brain difference
Throwin' up big B's, Bent' Bentyaga (Big B)
She ain't up to speed like my baby
Hop, hop in that new 'ghini and race it (Skrrt)
This is not a dream, no fugazi (Dream, dream, dream)
Mouth wide, I'ma dive in
We from the north side
We from the north side of the island
Master of my craft, go through the rough draft
Watchin' all my maps, calculate my cap (Calculate)
This is real rap, Offset sack 'em like Warren Sapp
Music like the trap, get the product and relapse
Crown me the king, addiction to lean
But if I can't sip it then mama I can't even sleep (Yeah)
Got skeletons all in my closet, I'm scared to peek (Scared to peek)
They thought I was gon' fail if you ask me
They don't really want me on, oh so sad to me
They know I'm too strong, can't assassin me
I'ma always be good, don't feel bad for me
This the mind of a maniac, you believe in the internet (Hey)
I receive and I give it back, greet the people when in Iraq
Let me lead the pack, I'ma let everyone eat the racks (Eat)
We don't feed the rats (Feed), all I speak is facts
Autopilot on the jet, my dawg caught a lick
Mama had a nigga scared, hide the pistol 'round my shit
There is no such thing as peace or privacy
And if you felt this low down you'd get high as me
I'm beginning to question what I believe
It's so lonely in the light, it's lonely, I repeat
But I cannot cry
And I'm acting like I cannot die
But I've gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky
And I just can't cry
They're acting like I cannot die
'Cause I've gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky
Look up, look down and look around for me
I'll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
'Cause I'll be high up in the sky
And I'll always be there, I will always be there
Don't look down or look around for me
I'll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
'Cause I'll be high up in the sky
And I'll always be there, I will always be there
'Cause I'm the north star in the dark night sky
I can't cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky
Can't cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky |
muddy | Got buddy, my buddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
My buddy, pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Real mud, that boy pour mud
God damn that boy pour muddy
I got a buddy pour 'da shit real muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
I got a buddy pour the sprite real dirty
God damn, god damn, god damn
I got a buddy from the country
Buddy thank me from the city
He ain't country shitty nigga
But the nigga really picky
Drinkin' on a pint and he cost a pretty picture
Gucci Man and Dolph, freshest niggas in the city
I'dda , trap suit with the rats
He cost a large 99, I was sellings sack
Waka threw me out the house and I moved in with pot
Sleeping on the floor, I didn't even have a stack
Take a whole 2 litre
Throw a whole pint in it
Man I'm the club 'sleep
Cause that lean got me trippin'
And I smoke an ounce with it
Plus I'm on the mollies nigga
Clear crystals keep me up
That lean break me down nigga
When we pour it up it be muddy
South Memphis niggas I'm with OG Boo Dirty
I'm on a paper route, I gotta fuck with Young Dolph
100 dolla' ammunition, Pee Wee take 'em out
, punch 1000 pint suck
Nigga wanna spend a 80, no I hear ya' do
Soon as I lift out of court, I stared pourin up
And we don't pour red, we pour purple bruh
All I drink is mud
Take your girlfriend turn her to my night time slut
But we don't hardly ever fuck
I swear I'm scared of that bitch cause her pussy too good
Damn; or maybe could be me
I'm full of that syrp, jumped in that pussy and fell asleep
Shit, I can't be doing this
Walk up with my pistol in my hand and went and took a piss
Damn, yeah I've been going ham
Ask the streets about me they goin' tell you who I am
Yeah, your lil' sister say she love me
Your baby mama wan' fuck me
And my cup extra muddy |
roll call | Just got off the phone with my nigga Smitty
Shit too real back home boi..
For real..
This for my nigga Ced, hold ya head
I know shit rough, but nigga we don't give up
We don't get mad, nigga, we just get tough
We just get right, nigga, we don't get left
Fuck what they said, cause what we learned coming up
You can't teach that shit. Life deal a nigga blows
But we eat that shit
This one here's for my brother, we gon beat that shit now
I say my prayers, I got too many people in my head right now
So many that's in jail or they're dead right now
One time for my nigga Craig right now
He in the feds - damn, the times change
And these stupid niggas talking about "crime pays"
You can keep that shit: I just made a million
Call me when you reached that shit
Ain't bragging, I'm just shedding some light
One time for my granny up in heaven tonight
And the young boy from a show down in Hampton
Told me that my song was the reason he beat cancer
Ain't know what to say, I just froze
Little too deep, I suppose..
But after a year of review, I figured out it wasn't me, it was you nigga
Congratulations.. |
dreamchasers 2 intro | I’m the best ever. I’m the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there’s ever been. There’s no-one can stop me. I’m Alexander, he’s no Alexander. I’m the best ever. There’s never been anybody as ruthless. I’m Sonny Liston. I’m Jack Dempsey. There’s no one like me — I’m from their cloth. There’s no one that can match me. My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I’m just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!
Yeah!
Gangsta Gri-zillz!
It's a lot of bad bitches in the building, amen (Amen)
Came in the game killing niggas, J-Lin
When it comes to whips, I'm on some shit
I'm probably eight in (Woo!)
And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in
Y'all niggas come out (Come out), all the hoes stay in (Stay in)
Every time I come out (Come out), movie in the making (Yeah!)
Realest nigga in it all you got to do is say it
If a nigga rap dissing, when I see him I'mma spray him
Like bang, nigga it ain't no game (Game)
Philly niggas ain't the same, step in your lane (Lane!)
Before that chopper hit your brain stay out the frame (Frame!)
Cause when I let it bada-boom, that's bada-bang
Pussy nigga, ahhhh! Right back like I never left
Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro, yeah, the double-S (Hater!)
Ever since I made a milli, I ain't been in trouble yet
Still walk in the building and go bonkers with a hundred racks
Hundred stacks, hell yeah, hell yeah, fucking right
Boy, I got your favorite singer really tryna fuck tonight (Ha!)
Y'all niggas was sleeping on me, I was really up at night
Tryna chase my dream, now I ball out the team
Man, I lean off of this Phantom (Skrt!)
"I'ma Boss" my anthem (yeah)
MMG my clique, that's why your bitch all on my dick
I got thirty racks in my pocket, I keep thirty shots in my clip
I get thirty racks for my verses, y'all don't get paper like this
I'm getting money, must be Illuminati
They think I signed up
'Cause I just bought a new Ferrari (New Ferrari)
And when I make a hundred I'mma buy a new Bugatti
I be with some Philly niggas, they just trying to shoot somebody
Tell 'em (Tell 'em!), I swear I tried to tell 'em (Tell 'em)
Lampin' in this penthouse, I started from the cellar (Cellar)
And if she want that hammer all up in her I'mma nail her
Word to my nigga, Ricky, we gon kill the game this summer
Ahh! |