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pimpin

What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!" Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (Swipe) Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off (Hey, yeah) Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in (Hey) Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta get some fuckin' in (Hey, hey) Damn, I want some head but I chose the dough instead I could never ever let a nigga fuck me out my bread (Ugh) Ain't no dick alive that could make me lose my mind Every nigga that done tried still be cryin' on my line (Hey) Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit Hey, gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake Gotta swipe a nigga card so much they had to call the bank (Ahh) Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up Drop it off in his fucking face, it’s the sawed-off Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank He said he ain't trickin' (What?) And he said he ain't lickin' (Ugh!) Nigga, why you over here with all that little kid shit? (Ayy) Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him He say he gon' knock my head off I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it" (Ayy) Boy, you need me, I don't need you, lil' nigga Bitch, is you fucking yo' niggas? Then hit 'em You ain't been up in no pussy this tight I want a nigga, I know how to get him Blowin' him off then he blowin' me up Thinkin' he something, I treat him like nothin' These niggas know they ain't nothin' to me Givin' me money or makin' me nut (Ahh) Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up Drop it off in his fucking face, it’s the sawed-off Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank Flew to LA, hit Rodeo I been out here makin' queso I bought all my shit in cash They treat me like I'm movin' yayo I go shopping by myself, so they know I don't need a nigga But you know he breaking bread if you see me with the nigga I rock shows by myself Ain't no backup, ain't no help Ain't no nigga put me on Ho, I earned all my respect When you hear my fucking name Know they speaking on a champ Everything that I done been through made me who I am right now, ahh Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up Drop it off in his fucking face, it’s the sawed-off Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank Thirty inches, I'm gon' swing that shit Copy me, I peep that shit Popping on my own I ain't never tried to be a bitch (Ay, yeah) Ain't no chick alive who can knock me off my grind Every ho that came and tried Out here strugglin', looking tired (Ahh) Going to school, breaking the rules Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude Bought me a house, ice out my neck Go to the hood, get my granny the rest I see those haters, I don't complain I must be poppin' if they know my name Bitch I'm a pimp, where is my cane Ho get too close and get slapped with the ring Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up Drop it off in his fucking face, it’s the sawed-off Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up Drop it off in his fucking face, it’s the sawed-off Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off Gotta get my ass ate, gotta get my ass ate Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off Gotta get my ass ate, gotta get my ass ate Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the fuck in there

gumpshun

They know just who we are Roll in oldie cars Polo down country bound Tight like mason jars My grandma use to say Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun First off, I'm the country of the countriest Mississippi bitch, what you know about that country shit? Hold on, prolong I'm doing what you thanking Naw it ain't the chittlings that got this shit here stanking Jumping, bumping through the speakers, sub boomin' Shawty I been stroking is what I been doing Everybody got something to say about how we get down when we get down Cause it 38's on the crown vic So I use the ladder to get down with They think its for the pickens is what im found with Her face uhh ass outstanding She micro braided I pull it and pound it That malt liqour keep a nigga grounded On the porch with my kin folk lounging Up underneath the stars They talk about my state but they know jus who we are Psychedelically excelling on daytons and vogues Debonaireness majestic I'm killing these hoes Sprinkle game of the greenest the meanest of flows Plant a seed in your mental and leave in to grow Eager to know how to get money and bring it to daddy Evenly so buy me some gators and pull up the caddy Open my door, chauffeur my car 'round and clean up my palace Throw on my robe, run my bathe water and fill up my chalice Sit on my balance beam until her belly cream If that pussy needs ramming I'm bantering Player made tailor made Always in the gator state 92 bulls on a fool thats how players play For the win like MJ straight away Shook em off no time left fuck it fade away Buzzer its all over with Champagne lobster and shrimp Ah playa play on I roller skate on I was taught to give them something just to hate on Like a ford engine light I jus stay on To find a yella belly I can take home Or lay on, cause it ain't nothing bout a skill to You either get her done barbecue or meal due Let the superfly inside you steer you Because being lame is a disease and can kill you So let me put you on these hoes Chevy that be heavy and the wall that be vogue Peanut butter guts with the grape jelly globe Chromed out bumper with the Cobain doors That's suicide shit if you didn't know that Need a lil pimping baby girl let me pour that Sow that up with some dough on it I was born with the gift of gab so motherfucker throw a bow on it

murder one

One crown Shines on through the sound One crown Born to lose One man Does not give a damn One man No excuse Aces wild Aces high All the aces Aces 'til you die White lines fading The iron horse rolls on and on and on Hear your thunder Still feeding back Still hear your thunder The man in black Born to lose Living to win One fist Hammers through the mist One fist Steady on One heart Diehard from the start One heart Beats its song Murder all Murder one Give me murder Second class to none Headlights fading The iron horse rolls on and on and on Hear your thunder Still feeding back Still hear your thunder The man in black Born to lose Living to win Hear your thunder Still feeding back I still hear your thunder The man in black Born to lose No excuse 'Til the end Been living to win Been living to win

hood rich anthem

All I rock is Polo, dollar sign my logo Then I drop the top on my car, call it porno Yeah I’m the realest, you can ask your BM Shawty I’m the shit, aka the BM Whatup DJ Scream? Cory what’s happenin’? Spinz on the beat, Tity Boi rappin’ Its time to turn up, told em let’s do it And I’m from the A, can I hit up with that unit? I’m an astronaut, I’m a NASA, I’m a rock star, I’m a shotta What the bomboclat? Who wanna test me? Your girl she wanna sex me Carress me, for me she turn to lesbi I’m tuned into the radio, I count up all these fetti Ay DJ Spinz, Freebandz, Cory B, Freebandz DJ Scream, Freebandz, La Familia, Freebandz Ay DJ Spinz, Freebandz, Cory B, Freebandz DJ Scream Freebandz, La Familia, Freebandz I’m so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bitch Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers I’m turnt up, hood shit, real nigga, hood rich Bad bitches only, but she must be a hood bitch I’m riding round in your city, strapped up and I’m gettin it Lambo, nascar, loud pipes and I’m in it Top down, my chain on, you a real nigga that’s the same song Glock 40 my aim on, little fuck boy, you a lame ho I’m turnt up, can’t turn me down I’m sacked up and I’m on the town Her head fye come, burn me down, and you know the sound It's hood rich radio, you better not change the station It’s Gucci Mane La Flare they say I changed the nation I’m a trapper slash rapper yea that’s my occupation And I don’t cary chump change all I do is carry faces I’m an ath-e-lete, I ball, I think I’m Dominique Primetime like Deion, I make them kiss my cleats I brought you juice, I brought you flock, Now whos the next blow? I’m so Bouldercrest, so Texaco, so Gresham Road I’m so fucking turnt up with this hood bitch Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers I’m so, I’m so turnt up, with this hood bitch Diamonds on my neck and wrist, call it hood rich But on some hood shit, I fuck with the real niggas In the trap with the goonies and the drug dealers

gettin paid

I don’t care what you haters saying, I’m getting paid I don’t care what you haters saying, I’m getting paid I don’t care what you haters saying, I’m getting paid And if you not talking money then I don’t understand your language It's going down, down Barbie, pushing a pink Ferrari I race through Africa just to see the safari I am the baddest bitch in America Slicker than a Jheri curl, just ask Erykah The black Sarah Jessica, J-J-Jessica! Don't be text messaging me, I never check my messages Only thing you could ask me is how I want my sandwiches I want more cheese, lots and lots of cheese And when I'm on the stage I'm with SB And when you see my luggage it says LV And when I'm on the plane it's so empty Hmmm, that's why all those female rappers envy Oh, I'm sorry. Did she say something? My bad You know, maybe I was booked. I guess I missed ya You know, when you're booked four times a week every week, it's kinda hard to keep track of bum bitches Oh, you do the math It's barbie, bitch!

angered kids

Yeah Steven, lookout! Yeah Hello, hello, doctor, doctor Doctor, there's something wrong inside of me There's something, I don't know doctor, help me Well is there, is there something I can do? No remorse, no remorse Got a couple bundles of dynamite And some hand grenades No remorse, no remorse You never should've angered the kids Yeah The darkness is coming The darkness is coming No remorse, no remorse (Dangerous force) Hell like you wouldn't believe The darkness is coming The darkness is coming Oh you fools start running Dead man walking Left foot, right foot Right foot, Left foot Doctor, what am I to do? What am I to do? The darkness is coming And guess what it's wanting Fools start running Dead man walking

big bad wolf

I'ma just say this shit right here The greatest mixtape series of all time Uh-uh-uh-mmmm Care to debate me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sick shit I thought so Keep that shit on Twitter, y'all ain't lit, y'all litter Keep that shit in your shitter, or eat that shit, don't spit up, rrr! Keep my bad bitch did up, keep my main bitch put up Watchin' me do push-ups She was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn Your thot need to get her look up, uh You're plottin' on me, my foot up, uh Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, uh That ain't sauce, that's puddin', uh Tunechi across her bosom, damn Shootin' up the jurors, damn Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger Benjamin Button, push him, bam! Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies gon' pull up in hoodies And come take a look-see, better play hooky I got some hookers hookin' up with politicans And some athletes, and some college niggas Send your missus on all kind of missions I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and When the shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Mickey I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly Fuck my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendly While your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's Like she tired of Macy's, JC Penney's I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it If we winnin', win it I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it So I had to tint it and I had to rim it And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang Red rags to riches, need happy endings Then it's back to bidness, and we laugh at sentencin' Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses Hungry artists or starvin' artists In the kitchen, restaurant, and cafeterias Don't make a difference if you taste the difference Better pay the difference to the racketeers Now your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrors Now the artificial become sacrificial That's a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle With a throat deep enough to land a missile? If your nigga miss you and he have opinions Tell him two cents is only half a nickel Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles And I catch a triple, flip, kick, jiu-jitsu Throwin' pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit Neither of her friends do, I think that's official Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpsons And her man is simple so I had to pimp her And she had potential but he lacked credentials So give me a sec', I'll go at your neck And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrr! Yeah, cannibalism, goin' animalistic in a land of civilians These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian He the one who told me that sometimes You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason Got their eyes wide but too blind to see it With friends like those It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em Hallelujah, power intruders Bitch walk around my house like Hooters Towel user, power user Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan Niggas talkin' out their bowel movers Turn their homies into flower choosers Turn your kids into father choosers Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo ya Tell a doc that's tryna save your life And runnin' wires through you, he could die next to ya, rrr! I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter Let her partner shoot it, we put out the movie Win awards, she got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty Niggas prostitutin' These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit, not even 'bout pollution Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it En route to Houston with a contribution Full of Monster juices, Mazda too slow Macho, Cujo, macho mucho Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrr! I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo Just follow the coupe, ho, and I know that you know I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode The power to do so, my pockets is sumo Gettin' the mula by the minuto Mafia Nouveau, I am the uno Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo Pull up, trigger finger, holler, and pull-o Pow-pow-pow, sound like a symphony, or opera, two-door Hittin' some new notes And I am the maestro, and you just a typo Private flight, don't fly in too low I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow I got me a new ho, and now it's a duo One went to college and one went to ju-co I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? Rrr! My ultimate basketball dream team The starting five would most likely be umm Of course I'ma have to start with Kobe Bryant, umm This gone take a minute, umm, Chris Paul Uhh, Shaquille O'Neal, LeBron James And umm, oh you know I'm gon say Steph Curry, hehe, Steph Curry You already know that's my starting five, I got money on them Holla at ya boy

muny

Oh no, we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the Case loads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny Told y'all on Drake's shit, told y'all to fixate Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape I ain't fuckin' with you bum bitches no more Always in the club lookin' like a bozo Talkin' 'bout money, we could have a conversation Top five tax bracket in the population Hatin' and I know they got a reason why I ain't got to wonder if I want to lease or buy And I dictate, how I'm gonna piece the pie I ain't talkin' about no muthafuckin' pizza pie 'Cause I keep a bad bitch, booty big and the waist thin Seen his little weiner, but we don't like Nathans Nah, homie you gon' need a bigger cock-pit 'Cause when I fly, I be right behind the cockpit Aye, yo captain, aye yo cap I-I don't wanna hear that navigation, big pa I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to get some sleep, ya dig? Oh no, we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the Case loads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny I'm in the UK, but just for one day Who's to say I won't come back again? Materialistic, I'm narcissistic My shoe game is mean, it's so sadistic I took a Learjet to cop some lipstick Yeah, I'mma risk it, I'm optimistic I sip on Rosé, you sip your Mystic My flow's a 'biscuit, short of a picnic Okay, Versace Pythons, Louis aviators Balenciagas and they gotta be the gladiators Chanel lambskin, vintage Vanson I'm on the bike, doin' wheelies in a mansion A lot of bad bitches, on the pole dancin' Gucci bag, just to put the coke cans in Hey, yo, Anna, hey yo Anna Wintour I'ma need that cover baby girl It's Pink Friday, ya dig? Oh no, we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the Case loads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny Material, I’m always on that new shit Material, this shit is exclusive Material, material world for material girls, girls, girls, girls Material, don’t ever get the truth bent Material, I could give you the blueprint Material, material world for material girls, girls, girls, girls Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material girls, girls, girls, girls Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material girls

if i ruled the world imagine that

Life, I wonder Will it take me under? I don't know Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue Bahama waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got knocked, evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate of knowledge If coke was cooked without the garbage We'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin', fashion, designer clothes Lacing your clique up with diamond Roles Your people holding dough, no parole, no rubbers Go in raw, imagine law with no undercovers Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine" If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, I love 'em love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) The way to be, paradise life, relaxin' Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon Armani Exchange, the Range Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches So many years of depression make me vision The better livin', type of place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seeing things like I was controllin', click rollin' Tricking six digits on kicks and still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage Give me one shot, I turn trife life to lavish Political prisoners set free, stress free No work release, purple M3's and jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities And reverse fiends to Willies It sounds foul, but every girl I meet'd go down-town I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, I love 'em love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) And then we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land You love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Duck down in car seats, heat's mandatory Running from Jake, getting chased, hunger for papes These are the breaks, many mistakes go down out of state Wait, I had to let it marinate, we carry weight Trying to get laced, flip the ace, stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cocked hammer Making moves in Atlanta, back-and-forth scrambler ‘Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich Still nobody want a nigga having shit If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit I push a Q-45 Infinit(i) It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see, but reality struck Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck? If I ruled the world (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, I love 'em love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine?) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled (Imagine that) I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled I love 'em love 'em baby Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds (Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine) If I ruled the world (Still living for today, in these last days and times) If I ruled the world, if I ruled If I ruled, I'd free all my sons Black diamonds, I love 'em love 'em baby Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled If I ruled the world If I ruled the world I love 'em love 'em baby!!

a milli

It's time to get money I got a million reasons why I'm better than them (a million) Yeah (I'm about to give you one right now) It's Loso in case you ain't know so baby; let get right into it What's really the dilly with these silly muhfuckas Buncha fake ass Milli Vanilli muhfuckas Yet still these muhfuckas say they feel these muhfuckas But I only smoke Dutches I don't feel these muhfuckas They gon pull and shoot what? No really muhfucka You gon run, prolly pull ya achilly muhfucka Nigga please, you wouldn't pop a wheelie muhfucka You wouldn't raise the heat if you was chilly muhfucka I will kill these muhfuckas Till' these muhfuckas know that I Am Legend Call me Big Willy muhfucka I'm wit Freck Billi and some West Philly muhfuckas And you can be a vic if you get silly muhfucka So if you feelin froggy leap that lily muhfucka And I'll serve yo fruity ass like Wet Willies muhfucka I'm like Obama to these silly muhfuckas And you niggas is Clinton, Hill Billy muhfuckas Niggas said you niggas is Clinton. Hill Billy muhfuckers Hillary, Bill Clin--Fuck it. They don't get it I am a million-aire in some Louis V millionaires White bucket like Gilligan wear La familia in here, don't care who over there Red rover red rover send them bitches over here You can also send the waiter, yeah I think his name Ramon Tell his slow ass to c'mon wit that Grey Goose and Patron Tryna get em in the zone da da da zone So I can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone Ya smell me, nah baby not my cologne Let me be clear as some Bacardi Limon Looky here Simone, you can call the phone But if you ain't tryna bone you'll be talkin to the tone I'm so cocky that all I wanna do is bone I'm so Rocky my last name should be Stallone I ain't Jimmy baby, I ain't here to Jones Fuck whatcha talkin bout....its Los

get away remix

Maybe the fact I got a flight at six Adds to the mystique of what might exist Lurked your Instagram tryna like your pics I know your boyfriend, he probably might get pissed It's one o'clock, I've drunk all of this So that's probably why I'm all acting brash I'm like an addict how I have to smash I'm always leaving fast, she think I am The Flash Cause she's never catching a man If it don't pan out I'm a flash in a pan Young Leonardo, try catch if you can We just spent the night now send her back to her man Maybe some different time our paths will cross and then we'll drink some wine And we'll fuck and we'll kick it, smoke weed for a minute You'll end up a verse when I think of a line Or when I need a muse on a record just like this one And then when she hears it, she's so amused She think it's her but it's just fun I mean really now, it ain't just one I mean really now, when I jot this it's just a stream of my consciousness When I touch on these topics I'm thinking 'bout when she's topless Out on vacations going in the tropics That was before we broke apart just like chopsticks Now I know our past it ain't spotless, nah but we got this Girls slip away and then find their way inside flows Guess I could've took that chance I suppose But that's life and the way that shit goes, she knows Yeah, she knows (Kehlani) I always wondered 'bout why you let me go Why you let me walk, up on out that door We just went out for drinks Then you took me home, walked me to my porch Where you turned me on That night you told me that you heard it in the background Not just any music talking Mr. Soul Child Said you was scared to come fuck with me cause you see I'm chasing dreams But that mean that I don't need no love So tonight you should go and take a chance with her She could be everything you wanted, everything you wanted boy Don't let that get away, don't let that slip away Don't let that love escape Don't let that get, don't let that get away, don't let that Don't let that slip away, don't let that love escape Don't let that get away, don't let that slip away Don't let that love escape I know we fell out of touch and this probably won't amount to much But if we're trying to get back to where it got away I'mma stay, not about to rush All the fights and the bouts and such Your best friend hate it but she doubts a bunch You make the call, I know I've been gone for long But rainfall after droughts are lush Shoulda-wouldas always crossed my mind Years passed guess we lost the time like a misplaced watch To be straight up like I sip straight scotch, know I crossed a line But what if it seems that the dreams we both chase Conflict with each other's then there won't be no space To make a home now when you know there's no place I guess there'll always be a part I won't face Real life and that's why I left with no trace Knew I couldn't answer the "please don't go" face Know your lifestyle's a slow pace, I like that But right now I feel like my life's a boat race Yeah it's sad but we're worlds apart And life is short Maybe I was made the villain but I'mma save this feelin' For a song that I might record Wait...

art imitates life

Let's toast to paid mortgages, lasting marriages Tina Farris's pay King to Paris Living long, making my kids heirs and heiresses The family crest, the legacy, the heritage I'm out of Philly where the ecstasy and syrup is And we don't need Theraflu, we need therapists Them never-ending pursuit of them dead presidents Is the reason I got the band back together, bitch Yeah, it's me and , and his North side, bomb squad, Eric Vietnam If you don't see it like I see it then you see it wrong We October 3rd niggas like me and Kwe' Life got me in a state on the interstate And all I'm thinking bout is what's up on my dinner plate Meanwhile I make your girls hyperventilate Prolly cause I live the kind of life art imitate That's my art in your eyes, my life in your hands We living next door to the Aquilius again Pardon me fam But I'mma show you how it is I'mma show you how we get in Rocking the Guy Fawkes mask like Anonymous Passport pimping like I'm going outta town to flip The ass for a symbol with the cops hopping out of whips Bath salt niggas with the zombies apocalypse I'm blessed cause my afterlife is the studio This rappers life is gangster's paradise like I'm Coolio That's what a few believe like a doobie roll We off of that Patrón, we sipping the Don Julio You talking shit? we don't need the chatter Opinions are like assholes, not everybody fecal matter So they straining to push it out, put they foot in their mouth That's when I'm letting the Brooklyn out when they pull it out Better let it off cause you set it off The music that's creating a movement like it's December 4th Threw away the dark meat but they ate the white Animated like it's kind of darklit it's my wicked life It imitate my life Yeah, y'all keeping it 3hunnid, we keeping it 360 Coming full circle echelon don emcees with me Tired of saying I'm the best, I won't waste another breath Heard lyrics coming back, I say it never left Y'all just catching up, so slow to come around Ice-T gave ya cliff notes, I ain't gotta dumb it down Cause I read the book, made the movie and I edit this All while I be living it, and set the precedence And get the presidents, fuck all the chit chat Might hear the click clack, and I'mma diss back Married to the game get the rice out Riff Raff Nice being self employed, ain't gotta kiss ass I ain't gotta slim fast, smack a ho with a love handle Dare you to say you ain't a fan boo, roll a bamboo Life imitating art imitating life, show you how the fam do

heartbreak

Heartbreak I try to play it off sometimes But you always got me going out my mind When you call me Cause you keep on ringing me just to keep bringing me down Heartbreak Cause you keep on ringing me just to keep bringing me down Now you're tryna wife a girl who's only looking for money Cause ain't nobody really tryna go broke in their twenties They say it's all about chemistry Looks fade eventually Will you still have sex with me? Like, even when we're 70? Will you remember me when we're losing our memory And let me answer all the questions first when watching Jeopardy? Saying "I love you", that's sort of a giant step to me So when I say that shit, I don't mean it passive-aggressively I'm tryna lock you up, girl - felony She hotter than wings without the celery I know it's kinda crazy that love's turned us to enemies I'm chasing after you, but you're always a step ahead of me That's why you give me Heartbreak I try to play it off sometimes But you always got me going out my mind When you call me Cause you keep on ringing me just to keep bringing me down Heartbreak Cause you keep on ringing me just to keep bringing me down Heartbreak Hey yo I'm searching for the type of love you see in the movies But now I'm playing shows, signing some boobies I think she feels a little (Heartbreak) Like a roomie She's sleeping next to me, but not speaking to me I got a hang it up Cause this ain't really working out Like if we fighting every day, is it worth it now? I'll even take you to Urban Outfitters and leave you in the dressing room, you ain't coming out with us, so baby, meet me in the mall It's going down Meet me in the club It's going down You call me 'round 2 after your night's through Baby, don't mistake me for another nice dude you'll be ending up with Heartbreak I try to play it off sometimes But you always got me going out my mind When you call me Cause you keep on ringing me just to keep bringing me down Heartbreak Cause you keep on ringing me just to keep bringing me down Heartbreak

rampartrange

Suicide Two-Tone Bleedin' with the roof gone Bloody like a newborn Cutting like a coupon Pulling on my tendons just to make the wheel turn Strike a match with my teeth just to let the weed burn Ash on my shirt, shoelace on my waist Fiji water in my lap hydrated all day SESHOLLOWATERBOYZ, live from the grave Got my hair pinned back like the fucking Green Ranger Young Criss Angel, trying to see my angle Disappear in smoke then I'm cash for some days Rubber shoe sole, feel the pressure on the pavement Pussy trying to be me, just be thankful Riding in a camouflaged Bronco Looking like the white Benny Blanco Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs And running away like Ponyo, flow like my jaw broke Tom Hanks, casting away No shirt, no shoes, just blunts by the bay Bales of the hay, snowflakes on the grave That's life back home where regrets got made Life got faced, windows got broke Shit got took and shit got sold '09 trucks in the yard Brown Carhartts when the cold gets harsh Up town, D19, bitch I'm coming out the dirt with a blade on me Riding in a camouflaged Bronco Looking like the white Benny Blanco Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs And running away like Ponyo, flow like my jaw broke

hands on the wheel

Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 a.m., summer night Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel Life for me is just weed and brews See the hoes flock to you when your name is Q Am I over-faded? Hell yeah it's true Turn a beat on, ain't no limit to what I can do See this Top Dawg in heat, but I'ma fuck the world I'ma be on tunes 'til God re-furls You sat me down, I'm still tryna get higher You looked at me stupid when I twisted the fire Meanwhile my nigga drunk as fuck A nigga fucked up, we all fucked up You done fucked up, I brought more blunts Smoke back to up, you niggas know what's up Too damn high, can't stand myself I love drunk driving, man I'm something else Heat on my side, you're more than welcome to melt I'm 'bout to finish a pound, you're more welcome to help Weed and brews, weed and brews Life for me is just weed and brews Weed and brews, weed and brews Life for me is just weed and brews I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might fuck tonight I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might fuck tonight Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin' bitch once again It's the pretty mothafucka with a 40 ounce of brew My nigga Q and we drunker than a bitch We getting millis mothafucka, yeah, uh Nigga, weed and brews, unbelieveable Got a freak or two, in my vehicle Got the purple drink, got the yellow drink Then we mix it up, call it Pikachu With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope Little bit of smoke, little coke, little weed, when they on them (pills) Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the (wheels) And I keep the illest, trillest bitches while I'm swagging it (Crush a bit, little bit) that's my pursuit of happiness Weed and brews, weed and brews Life for me is just weed and brews Weed and brews, weed and brews Life for me is just weed and brews I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might fuck tonight I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might fuck tonight Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel If I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice If I fucked her twice, I might change her life If I change her life, she might hit my weed We could have a some and we could round it off with three Her, Mary and me, I'll keep it strictly G My philosophy upon living right Nigga weed and brews, and head every night Hope the pussy nice, cause I'ma fight the bitch Beat it down and shit, I be clowning with Black Hippy crew, how swag am I Be the reason why, she wanna drown my dick But I soon realized, she was super dry No paper planes, the Vegas will fly Don't act surprised, too much Loc inside Let's get stupid high, to where I can't reply Love smoking dope, I won't compromise Weed and brews, weed and brews Life for me is just weed and brews Weed and brews, weed and brews Life for me is just weed and brews I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might fuck tonight I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice Yeah, you heard me right, I might fuck tonight Yeah Bitch, gimme the disc

work

She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap 25 a song if we take it to the back And I said “Damn, tell me what would you do for the rack?” And she said “Damn, I don’t know if I should answer that” Because she work hard for that money, work hard for that cash Work hard for that money work hard for that cash Work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shaking that ass She work hard for that money, work hard for that cash Girl, you see how many bottles that we popped, so don’t stop dropping that ass, down up, down up, jiggle that back Drop it to the floor, girl, make that ass clap, if we take it to the back for a stack, it’s a wrap And you know that, you love hearing that real shit I love the way that them heels fit and the way they’re making that ass sit And your outfit is the dopest, now take it off, stay focused Got a tattoo of your stage name, them other niggas don’t notice You killing hoes with your pole tricks, you work hard or get no tips You ball hard, I’ve got more whips and a drug dealer got more chips And I can’t, I won’t stop staring at your body cause it looks so good on the stage Girl it's amazing, that’s why you’ve got every nigga in here paying She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap 25 a song if we take it to the back And I said “Damn, tell me what would you do for the rack?” And she said “Damn, I don’t know if I should answer that” Because she work hard for that money, work hard for that cash Work hard for that money work hard for that cash Work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shaking that ass She work hard for that money, work hard for that cash New day, new money, more than often Nowadays my lifestyle is more than costly Them nights at the Saint, drunk and so exhausted No for me, girl for you, girl I’m more than bossing But girl you’re stunning, Stone Cold Steve Austin What a hell of a catch, Calvin Johnson You belong on the cover, should give thanks to your mother Man, need time to recover if we go to the buzzer Good to know I’m a drummer, fuck it then I’mma beat it Thought she was into the other but she was happy to meet it So she wrote down the number in case I wanted to keep it But I decided to pass, on the count I ain't need it Some would call it conceited, but I call it original Dark and spicy, that line was subliminal Call me Mr. Clutch, put me in when it’s pivotal Watch me kill it and leave it, I’m a hell of a criminal And I can’t, I won’t stop staring at your body cause it looks so good on the stage Girl it's amazing, that’s why you’ve got every nigga in here paying She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap 25 a song if we take it to the back And I said “Damn, tell me what would you do for the rack?” And she said “Damn, I don’t know if I should answer that” Because she work hard for that money, work hard for that cash Work hard for that money work hard for that cash Work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shaking that ass She work hard for that money, work hard for that cash

actin up

Yeah, turn the lights on Yeah, turn the lights on Yeah, turn the lights on Turn the lights on These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up (Maybach) and these niggas be letting 'em These hoes be acting up And these niggas be letting 'em I crushed them hoes, I never loved them hoes And these niggas be sweating 'em Cause I run shit, like Edgerrin Or better yet, like Rev and them And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man And I ain't talking 'bout no damn Meth and them Stay Louis Vuitton and I super grind VS stones, they super shine I pop a Perc, I get super high And I drill your bitch, root canal I rock Tom Ford, Concords And I shine on these dime whores This bitch done bought me a Rolex And I still ain't got no time for her These hoes be acting up These niggas be acting tough I'm in the Phantom, I'm backing up And I'm bust down but I'm strapped as fuck So hold your horses, Polo horses Aston Martin, we roll in Royces Real niggas up in the building Them hoes choose us, ain't no more choices These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em, these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em, and me, I don't be sweating 'em These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em, yeah These hoes be acting up See, me, I don't practice much Gold albums from the word of mouth Gold bottles in the back of us These Jones be broke as fuck Too uptight, they won't open up She got her arms folded even on the phone I'm like what the fuck is she here for? These hoes be acting up These niggas keep wifing them Please homie, got me cracking up Never spent one more than a night with her These hoes be a fucking joke They'll never say a nigga didn't warn you though Cause you can hit my phone like four in the morning And I be like, hah, I told you so, word These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em, these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em, and me, I don't be sweating 'em These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em, yeah These hoes be acting up Big bread we racking up Straight to the bank, cee-lo Cancel that bitch like Nino Ratchet ass ho, don't play with me Want to Kobe me, want to Humphrey me Want to Michael me, Russell me Take me to the bank and Tiger me Now these hoes be acting up These clothes ten stacks and up These cars 100 racks and up These drums 100 rounds and up Bitch, blow me, like a, trumpet Twenty, thousand, all in, hundreds Fuck it, money, money, money Money, money, money (ah!) hah These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em, these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em, and me, I don't be sweating 'em These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em, yeah

crawl

Everybody sees this you I'm the one that lost the view Everybody says we're through I hope you haven't said it too So where do we go from here With all this fear in our eyes? And where can love take us now? We've been so far down We can still touch the sky if we crawl 'Til we can walk again Then we'll run until we're strong enough to jump Then we'll fly until there is no wind So let's crawl, crawl, crawl Back to love, yeah Back to love, yeah Why did I change the pace? Hearts were never meant to race Always felt the need for space And now I can't reach your face (Your face) So where are you standing now? Are you in the crowd of my faults? (My faults, oh) Love, can't you see my hand? I need one more chance We can still have it all so we'll crawl (If we crawl) 'Til we can walk again Then we'll run (Then we'll run) until we're strong enough to jump Then we'll fly until there is no wind So let's crawl, crawl, crawl Back to love, yeah Back to love, yeah Everybody sees this you Well, I never wanna lose that view So we'll crawl (If we crawl) 'til we can walk again Then we'll run (Then we'll run) until we're strong enough to jump Then we'll fly until there is no wind So let's crawl, crawl, crawl So we'll crawl (If we crawl, oh) 'til we can walk again ('Til we can walk again) Then we'll run (Then we'll run) until we're strong enough to jump Then we'll fly (Yeah, yeah) until there is no wind So let's crawl, let's crawl, let's crawl Back to love

tim westwood freestyle

Yeah, uh, uh Uh-huh, huh, hahaha Some of y'all be sayin' y'all freestylin' But y'all be like... spittin' writtens and shit Haha, that's BS Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh Uh, I don't even write my wrongs, haha Ayy, yuh Off the top, kickin' it, no karate class Janitor, I'll mop his ass up, chop his ass up I'm the best at what I do, can't nobody do it better Yo girl a sprinkler system from the way I get her wetter Uh, I'm out the jam like jelly I'ma go hard, catch the shot like Belly I'm the best to ever do it, have 'em leakin' body fluids Feel like Waka Flocka "O Let's Do It" when I'm on this music Off the dome when I'm kickin' it Kinda like I got a impediment when I'm spittin' it I been rippin' writtens without writing a damn thing I'm doin' my damn thing, I rap and I sing I ring like bells, king That's me, you better king me I'm married to the money, fuck it, need to buy a ring, b I pull up on the scene, choppa get to fuckin' ringing Like a joke or something, choppa get the zine king, aha Man this shit look easy, on my grind like Trukfit, no Lil Weezy Your bitch too sleazy, .40 bless you, sneezin' I'm the best to ever do it, take yo breath away, you not breathin', uh Breaking Bad method how I sell this meth Retrospect, put that shit back in retrospect Take yo specs, take yo bitch, grab her breast, tat her chest I'm the best to ever do it, I'ma say that again Lord forgive me on this mic, 'cause I know I'm finna sin Killin' him, him, and him, referencin' Eminem All these other rappers ain't shit but feminine, and I don't really got time for it They can have a penny 'cause I don't really got a dime for it Catch me rockin' Tom Ford and some Air Forces With a passport and a black torch Comin' up the full court, pressed like Kobe or somethin' Super clutch in the fourth like Ginobili or somethin' You say you ballin' like you Jordan, nigga, nah, you frontin' Run up on me, that's okay, that choppa on me get the Jumpman Like Jumpman, .23 and that Glizzy come and get it I been defyin' niggas like science and physics You run up on me, I hit 'em, that choppa on me like a tongue I pull it out and it lick 'em, I'ma shoot him 'til he done, uh I got all the girls sprung, pull up on the scene like a "he hung" I'm of the best to ever do it, say that again Off the dome, kickin' it, that's just how it is I don't got to write shit, I see it like a psychic Your girl like a Huffy commercial, she ride like bikes, kid I'm the best to ever do it, yeah, I said it, huh, and I meant it Listen to my lyrics, man, I vibe on this bitch Roll a blunt up, a OG, and get high on this bitch Mix it with the pills and liquor, I may die on this bitch Did I that shit on purpose? Suicide in that bitch, huh Suicide doors with a suicide whore Drivin' off a bridge, I call that a suicide Porsche, haha Ooh, we kickin' it, man, look I pull up in a four-door flippin' like parkour Fuck yo bitch on camera and call that shit a hardcore Hard porn, sharper than harpoons I come through with three bullets in my face, that's a war room Animated like cartoons when I'm off the shrooms Niggas dirty so that choppa actin' like brooms, uh Niggas salty like Spongebob and spittoon, uh Pull up on the scene, huh, that's just me, uh Hey, switch that shit up real quick, uh-huh I may come back to that, I don't know Uh-huh, I was just talkin' about how I like Tyler and then Cole Uh, I'ma, uh I'ma fuckin' Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks Runnin' up on me you get popped Catch the shot out the Glock, I'm the Juice, word to Pac Run up on me, pop your top, matter of fact, better back up 'Cause I'm in the back of the truck, with the MAC tucked Tell that nigga condiment or somethin', he need to catch up He can't catch us, them niggas can't back us, huh Man, them niggas need some backup I'm on the scene, boolin' with my bros Like Drake with the 6, runnin' through it with my woes Run up on me like Shaquille, in the paint I'm throwin' bows You a ballerina 'cause I keep you on your toes Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zos Run up, that's okay, I'm finna let the choppa blow I'm on Westwood, ridin' through yo hood Like Red Ridin', strikin' like bright lightnin', my flow is too excitin' I'll end yo world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin' it Try me if you think I'm lyin', man, listen how I do it I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid Put an arrow through yo heart, but no, I'm not Cupid Make you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it's not Cupid The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone Yo bitch is so sprung, yeah, I put the team on She gon' give the whole team head, call that a crew neck But I'm wearin' a sweater, I'ma get her wetter, uh I'm the best to ever do it, I'll say that shit forever No matter the weather, knock 'em out like Floyd Mayweather I'm off the dome kickin' it, that's just how it is I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids Hell nah, 'cause you will get popped off like a zit If you fuckin' with my money cuz, I'm all about a grip Tell yo bitch to swallow kids and I'll tell you to swallow clips Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I'ma go hard Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill 'em like Bogart Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie I'm hotter than white bitches chillin' in a jacuzzi My money got longer, shout out to Uzi I'm in the scene with a nina, you run up, I'm shootin' I swear that you don't want no problems with me, it's over with Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit It's a union with my gang, come around like a Soviet Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this shit, where your poker chips? If you run up, you'll, you'll get cranked like Soulja did I'ma drop bars same way I drop bombs You ain't on shit, WW-dot-com I forgot a W, I took that out, 'cause that W stand for "Win" I never took the losin' route, I always took the losers out Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' on computers now? I'm not worried about these niggas, keep a .30 on my hip I Steph Curry about these niggas These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas I never run away, I don't flurry away from niggas That nigga lil' pussy, he furry, ain't he, lil' nigga? Pull up on the scene, you know I'm with it My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a "Stop, you're finished" You know we dig it I'm ballin' like Dennis Rodman, I'm fuckin' awesome I'm bombin' like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic I'm faster than sonic, I'm faster, withdrawals got me fastin' My stomach movin' slow like molasses I got it, run up on me, I'm poppin' Feel like Drake when I'm rappin' 'cause I start from the bottom All this shit that I'm talkin', I could probably back it up I slide into yo bitch DM like a sled and toboggan For your brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin' at Target I'll turn yo ass to a target then threw yo ass in the garbage Run up on me, it's nothing, I swear to god that I'm bussin' Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin', haha These niggas makin' assumption, me, I'm just makin' this money, huh I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference? Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin' the distance This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship All these other niggas fake like, "What you got over there? Let me get something off your plate," nah I did this by myself so I don't need nobody help Shit, I'm a giant, you an elf, I put yo brains up on a shelf after I collect it Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon Slide through yo block again and catch some sloppy seconds That's a preference, I heard you like talkin' about heaven Well I send yo ass to hell, right next to Jezebel, uh, huh You can catch twenty shells, you a fat pussy, you get shot, Garfield I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, huh, Seinfeld, aha But my flow is so unpredictable Fuckin' with me is like steppin' in a minefield Man, I could never mess up, I gotta fess up, this is a confession I pull up on the scene with my .40, it came from my plaster That shit's a blessing, huh, I leave you in the past tense I wrap the rap in plastics, that's just some plaster rap But I'm still the realest rapper after the fact, huh, can you imagine that? Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn't magic that Man, this rappin' shit is such a passion Not a father when I did it so I'm callin' me a bastard And these niggas talkin' dumb to me But that shit doesn't matter, 'cause my pockets gettin' fatter And I'm climbin' like a ladder, outer space, I'm up on Saturn With some niggas that came from my hometown They really rowdy, you run up, that's okay I swear to God we get to growlin' and bouncin' and pouncin' You gon' need a bouncer, we robbin' yo accountant for everything So much money that I ain't even count yet Life's a bitch, why is mine keep playin' farfetched These niggas ain't locked up, haven't seen bars yet My gun singin' like Barbra, guess, Streisand I got a knife in my right hand, your bitch in my left hand Her meth in my back pocket, I'll give it to her in a second If she keep jockin', I'll rip your eyes out of your head If you keep watchin', I am the best rapper in here The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere I can say what I want and it come out how I want it Run up if you want, that's okay 'cause it's over I really do not condone it, I don't fuck with opponents It's commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three And they singin' like Jonas, I don't really got no smoke But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin' Robins Back at the bottom, now it's Givenchy and Gucci All over my pair of pockets, man, maybe I should stop it Let's keep goin' man, I'm just feelin' nauseous Off the Henny, that's the remedy A hundred in these clips, so if I shoot it that's a centipede I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin' like a century It's 21 inside this clip, like the century, I'm schoolin' niggas Ruler and the Glock, elementary, I'm in her mouth like a dentist She made me replenish, I'm ballin' like I'm Dennis Rodman, rotten, plottin', freestyle, no jottin', I got it Man I could rap forever, if I go broke Westwood I'ma trap forever So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes My gun with me 'cause let's go, ooh Next beat, next beat, I may come back, ahahaha Next part, what should I kill? Cool, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh Catch me spittin' on this Kill beat Hopin' that these niggas would just feel me, the real me My weapon is concealed and You know I'm a suspect when I walk into the building I came to London just to make some noise The shit I say is for grown men, these bars are not for lil' boys I'm Andy with these toys You run up on me, you get flexed on like Terry Crews and steroids Listen, I been ballin' like a Piston I been marchin' on niggas like I am army enlisted You run up on me, you get it My choppa retarded and spittin' on these goofy ass niggas Pop a roofie, I'm gone, in a whole 'nother zone Put my dick in yo mom, that's the shit that I'm on Yeah, that's the shit that I'm on, you ain't on shit 'cause you dumb You run up on me, you gone, that choppa on me, it's rung You get hung like a noose I'm about the war, give a fuck about the truce All about myself, I give a fuck about you Matter of fact, I may just shoot the fuck up out you Put an X next to your name like Malcolm I guess you didn't weigh your options out, your outcomes You did the wrong shit on the right day We turn a white day into a red day Fuck what yo mom say, fuck what yo dad say I keep it 3K like my first name Andre If I go broke, I'm probably servin' like an entree In Bombay with yo girl suckin' all on me Off the Xannies, I'm a zombie Don't believe me, try me, fuck around, stomp you I'm kinda hungry off the weed, I may chomp you And that shorty, she a eater, she a muncher Man I'm feeling like a monster Straight Jeffrey Dahmer when I'm grippin' the Llama You don't want problems, no smoke at all I take your whole pound and smoke it all I take yo bitches then fuck 'em all They on my D, I'm hatin', I duck 'em all And she look at my whole team then suck 'em all Macaroni on me, it'll buck-buck 'em all Man somebody tell me to stop, nah, I'ma keep goin', just watch I take yo Rollie, yo watch, yo bitches all on my cock You run up on me, get popped, they judge a nigga like Cochran They forgot to stop it, run up on me here I got a rocket on me, no launcher I feel like I am the bestest, I'm deadlier than asbestos My word is really my weapon, I'm coming back for some seconds Freestylin's a preference, send you to stairway to heaven Man, these niggas writin' the shit that I say The beats beat when I'm beatin' like Doctor the Dre I pull up on them with the choppa, and screamin' out, "Hey! Fuck you, pow pow, have a nice day" And my wrist is like an ice tray, and yo bitch she do what I say Yeah, she put her hands in the air when my song come on Like single ladies and Beyoncé, yeah And the way that I spit shit I burn niggas like Jamaicans with the incense Been the realest with the shit ever since I was an infant I'm a misfit, Tony Hawk on my grind like a trip tip, you could get hit Choppa leave you cryin' like a chick flick, I'm a sick kid Bitch, I been lit, man these niggas ain't shit but some pussies And pork ass niggas, fuck is a piglet Fuck is these niggas, I don't fuck with these niggas A four-leaf clover on a bullet, good luck with these niggas Man it must suck for these niggas, ol' sufferin' niggas YouTube ol' video bufferin' niggas Ol' big bad wolf huff-puffin' ass niggas 'Til I pull up on the scene like, "You think you hard?" I put a bullet hole through your muffin ass, nigga Man, all the songs that I'm bumpin', I got the partiers jumpin' You run up on me, it's over, that chopper's on me, it's dumpin' I'll dump you like a bad relationship, hold on, wait, wait, wait Let me take this shit, it may take a bit I spit the shit I say, go back, re-say it Then say somethin' different, replacin' it, man they hatin' us It's presidential brain from yo bitch Sarah Palin kid Still sellin' John McCain, like you got yo shit snatched My flow is off the chain, pull up in the rover, yeah, I got the range I feel like Drake, nothing was the same Niggas love to hate, get up out my face before you catch a AK Shoot him in his face, tell that nigga bye-bye, man down, mayday Pull up to his mom house and turn it to my safe place I need a safe haven, I'm too busy slayin' Dyin' my hair like Super Saiyans, leave his face on the pavement Jackie Chan when I'm smokin', I really feel like an Asian Fuck yo bitch when I'm high, call that shit Asian persuasion I rush out with yo girl, she fuck for hours up in the shower I feel like I got superpowers, I'm so superb I'm 'bout the action, you niggas 'bout action verbs I don't gotta say a word, I shoot for the green, feelin' like Larry Bird On the competition, I drop and take a turd Shove it in they ears, they hearin' every word Really though, I get it poppin' like a nigga hittin' wheelies, ho Or an ollie, ho, or a molly, ho Run a train on yo bitch, that's a trolley, ho Don't try me how I do you like Dej Loaf You want to go to heaven so bad, here's a halo My gun sing like J Lo, you better get low like limbo Before you catch a couple shots for yo kinfolk I'm Rambo with the ammo, I don't never let go Money kinda stick to me, call me Juice Velcro Say you gettin' money now, fuck nigga hell no You don't like Adidas but this choppa give you shell toes This choppa give you shell toes And leave yo ass dancin' on the floor like a red nose Beam on my gun, that's a red nose Pull up on the scene, let the shit blow Yonkers, Yonkers, in this bitch with Westwood, man Yeah, let's do it, oof, got a lil' more bounce to it, don't it? Uh, uh, I've been going through a lot as of lately You can call me crazy Bitches wanna play me Really I got blueprints Feelin' like I'm JAY-Z My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B That's just how it is, boy My flow so brazy, my flow so cool My flow so outdated, so old school But then nigga switch it up to something so new These niggas walking around like they bulletproof 'Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof Kill his son too Give a fuck, oh, give a fuck Nah, not what I do I'm the type to pull up on your youth group With a choppa and a machete, that's fuckin' useful Matter of fact, here it go I ain't the same nigga I was a year ago I feel like Jesus in the studio I'm spittin' miracles, I'm in that white whip What you call that shit? A miracle Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals Got a seal, like fate, like a fuckin' envelope I ain't dope, I'm anti-dope, word to Travis You run up, that's okay, you gettin' played like Lenny Kravitz I never had a father, like I said I'm such a bastard You run up, uh, cool, I'ma let your brain splatter The bullet rim rattle I feel like Shaquille in the fourth Break backboards How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy I'm up to bat, boy, it's out the park like Barry Bonds You best believe that boy, huh I spit crack boy I spit anything they want I sell it and make it right back boy You run up on me you get smacked, boy You get smacked like a bitch and a pimp running laps boy I'm running shit like gym class on your bitch ass Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax I pull up on 'em with two guns, they attached Knocked 'em out, ping ping ping, boxing match, uh But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched My flow is so hard, your flow is wack My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid My flow is so kill, your flow is so eh I don't got time for it Suck on my dick, tell your bitch to come over and swallow my kids Choppa on my hip I had to hollow my tips Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin' Pull up on his ass leave him leakin' I get 'em Walkin' with a limp .40 heavy like I'm pimpin' Matter fact I have 'em dancin' when I shoot it crippin' Niggas talkin' stupid 'til that nigga end up missin' UFC when I fight 'em I put 'em submission Hand on a Smith and, I'ma go and get 'em Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision You can't fuck with me, uh, you can't fuck with me, huh I'm like a bad STD, bitch, you stuck with me, huh .40 on my hip I up it on me luckily, huh Rushin' hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me, ayy Couple niggas that's bound to not give a fuck with me, huh Just in case these other niggas try fuck with me, uh Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I'm smart, uh I've been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte, uh Keep two bitches in my circle like I'm Noah's Arc, uh Fuck with me I up that choppa tear your bones apart, uh Felt my grove on this track now I'm goin', huh In too deep with this rap shit the ocean, uh I'm a flow of the purple, the potion, uh I'ma catch me a op in the open, uh I make this shit look easy while you strugglin' I'm ballin' triple doublin' while you doublin' I exposed like shrooms get it? I be trufflin' It's Terry Crews with this shit you know I'm musclin' Watchin' Regular Show laughin' at Muscle Man Chip on my shoulder it's lookin' like a Pringles can Desert Eagle on my hip, I'm not a Eagles fan You know I'm from Chicago they my people man, yeah Try me if you wanna I'll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana Matter fact you run up on me you don't want no drama I'ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it I don't give a fuck, I'm on my fucked shit I'm killin' niggas like they on my bucket list I turn my bucket list into a fuckin' fuck it list So when I kill I walk away like fuck it, shit I be on my fuck it shit Matter fact me and G-Money hittin' the dealership Pullin' up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger Rich as fuck like, "Damn, is you drug dealin' bitch?" Nah, I'm rappin', used to be trappin' Niggas was actin' Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin I was shootin' craps takin' money Takin' craps on all these niggas takin' naps on me They was sleepin' Westwood they was sleepin' Couldn't believe 'em Now I'm the type to beat the beat up 'til it's bleedin' Choke it out 'til the mutha' fuckers barely breathin' They ain't know a rockstar could rap like this I'ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C You don't want that Shoot you in your stomach that shit hard to digest Make a art project out the projects Shoot you in your eyes put the shit in prospect Lookin' at your mindset, I'm beyond that I'm beyond that I like this beat This beat like me I check this beat This beat Nike These shoes on my feet These shits pricey Like thirteen hunnid, huh You know I run it I pull up in Hummers You know I roll with them gunners I feel like Birdman stunner, uh You don't want no problems I give you cancer with this bullet You can catch this trauma, uh Man I know you heard the rumors Niggas beefin' all over computers Until I catch 'em lackin' in my city Beat him in his head until he catch a tumor Tell his momma that I did it, she confused "Why my baby all over the fuckin' news?" "What the fuck my baby went and fuckin' did?" He prolly went and fucked with Juice The Kid That's my old name, now it's Juice WRLD Went to a different planet Now I'm up in two worlds Fuck that shit I'm up in two girls Diamonds and pearls, I'm ruling the world Revenge on my body, bitch, 'cause that's my state of mind Stevie Wonder like I said before 'cause I'ma rob you blind I got all these answers that these niggas search to find And they bitches kinda bad I'ma have to get behind Hit it from the back until I fuckin' break her spine After that I may just have to go and take what's mine Yeah, yeah, turn on that Mob Deep shit Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, oh Ain't no such thing as halfway Ain't no such thing as halfway Ain't no such thing as halfway gangsters You in them hallways, you ain't in the streets Niggas really thinking that it's cool to make beef And become enemies of enemies How come all of my enemies was friends to me How come all my enemies is frenemies How come all my enemies is blind I catch 'em lackin' and kill 'em before I read all they energy I guess that's my energy I don't know what's gotten' into me I'm kinda fucked up, well at least mentally Physically I'm richer than a bitch, who I'm meant to be I'm up in London gettin' in bustin' Head like concussion Run up, that's okay, I swear to God that it's nothin' All these niggas be beefin' really they bluffin' I'ma change the money like it's a subject Thinkin' nothin' of it Fuckin' bitches in public Callin' a ruckers Causin' a ruckus I'm a boondock nigga I'm feelin' like Uncle Ruckus Off the dome when I'm kickin' Freestyle I don't do the writtens I don't fuck with cats, so I be beatin' up the kitten I don't fuck with scrappin' so I'm grippin' on that Smith and If you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds Had to kill 'em in a minute My flow is intimate, white it out like it's Eminem Really I keep on killin', my bars are really intricate Man, I love it when I spit heat These niggas think that they can get me, they can't get me You rich than a bitch, hell nah, nigga, convince me I leave that nigga cooked up like mincemeat I use his head as a centerpiece I get Duff and Clinton money like my name Hillary I spit like I'm on a ministry You run up on me I'm killin' My choppa on me, that's my mini-me, aha, yeah That's my mini-me I keep it in the trunk of the Bimmer that's where it's 'posed to be That's where it's meant to be, that's where I'm meant to be Uh, uh, hold on Let me catch my vibe Fuck your bitch be mad if she blow my high Suck my dick in a fuckin' suicide After that catch a drift and commit suicide Xanny and the Percy I'm a whole different person Even if I'm high as fuck, I'm in the studio working Ball like Julius Erving, fuck with me you hit the curb Curb stomp a nigga before he could say a word Yeah, and that's on my life You lookin' for my son, I'll put that in your wife You run up, that's okay, I got my .45 It's a fifty up in it, shoot his ass forty times I gave my choppa a titty, that bitch busty These niggas talking stupid, they crusty Smoking on the stank shit, musty Real ass nigga shit I must be, huh, yeah Shit I must be Pull up on the scene, that's just me I don't need a team but I got two teams I don't sip green, I just sip red lean Double cup filled up got me stumblin' Flippin' the work up, it's Jesse White tumblin' I got the sack I called a player I ain't fumblin' I shoot his ass then he crawled a car under it I'll blow up, C4's I may just detour, huh Pull up on 'em like ooh Hold on let me catch this bitch Finna' give 'em, uh Back on spittin' the crack, ho Full of shit they call me a asshole Shy? hell no just a little bashful Brick hell yeah, got a little cash flow I spent a hunnid K within a month I spent fifty K on a blunt You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin' lil' boy Big loud, your shit makin' no noise Real nigga, they a bunch of decoys Run up on me then they gettin' destroyed Who the fuck brought in these boys Who the fuck tottin' all these toys Thirty and that .40 make 'em act up Kinda like a cha-cha slide he back up Pourin' that in the back of the truck With a bitch that like to act up I still get my dick sucked I don't spit lines, I still got pick up The truck got pick up, your bitch get picked up I still get my dick sucked We and Westwood lit as a bitch I give a shit I'm a hit I hit the bitch then I'm gone I hit that bitch like the lick I tell that bitch suck a dick I tell her swallow my kids I tell her swallow the jizz Hopefully, she get the gist The wordplay is way better than these other niggas I'm so smooth I could prolly fuck your mother nigga After that I may just double back and hit yo babysitter In the paint like Shaquille O'Neal 'cause I babied niggas Shake it up like earthquakes lil' Haiti nigga I'm not on XBOX, nah, you can't play me, nigga 4:44 my gun like JAY-Z Huh, ahuh, this nigga crazy Lookin' at my dad like, "You made me?" Bitch, I made myself, is you crazy?, oof Is you crazy? You couldn't pay me to say that Nigga couldn't pay me Uh, uh-uh, uh I wanna keep goin' on this bitch Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Westwood type shit I remember growin' up watchin' Westwood freestyles Thinkin' I would be here one day I use to hope for it, dream for it, wish for it, pray for it Look what happened on a fuckin' Sunday I pull up on 'em like Makonnen and Drake with the choppa 'Cause the club goin' up on a Tuesday It's 2012 and this Glock when I up it you a Mayan I'ma end yo shit this is doomsday, ooh Yeah, and that's some wordplay and this what I say I keep it three K like my name André, uh, yeah And this some wordplay, and this some wordplay This some, uh, this some, uh, this some, uh, this some Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't wanna feel it if the feelin' is real I'm Matrix when I pop these Xannies, that's a limitless pill I'm dying to live Fuck it I'ma live it again Yo girl gave up the pussy, she gon' give it again And the crib prolly hittin' her friends Gettin' it in, money in my pockets that I'm willin' to spend At the door, knock knock, please lettin' 'em in I ball like a letterman hotter than a sweater then Pull up on the scene choppa on me, the Beretta twin And your head like barrettes make you shake like Tourettes Run up on me leave you left Matter fact intercept, take a sec Breaking bad with this shit, Crystal meth Freestyle off the dome, I don't write, too exciting Told you I'm the man and these hoes really like it My bitch strapped up but no she not dyking Run up, that's okay, you gon' die from the fire .40 on my hip, boy, I don't live a lie Treat you like you Christ, with the shit crucified, huh Yeah, you get crucified I don't fuck with shit so I ain't gettin' scrutinized I'm high as a bitch I'm fly as a bitch You girl, gon' fuck her she goin' bye in the bitch Run up on me, that's okay, 'cause you gon' die in the bitch Click-clack, pow-pow, homicide in the bitch Freestyle off the dome I won't lie in this bitch Fuck a pen and a pencil I won't write in this bitch Feel like the Buddha or something I'm enlightened and shit Feel like I'm lightning or something How I'm strikin' and shit Off the dome when I'm kickin' and spittin' the flows, ho Pull up on the scene freeze it, I call it a snowglobe Matter fact I'm on cold and colder than Ozone Colder than Frozone, Colder than Ozone I freeze up the Ozone Walkin' yo hoes home, my dick in yo hoes dome Fuck is you on I am chillin' in the green like a bunch of croutons Gettin' top from a bad bitch on a Futon I remember days I used to skip school to crack cars And crack bars and went too far off the Xan bars I forgot them days, I still remember 'em My life is so cold, sometimes I December it Then again it switches up to the point where I ember it Hot and these niggas be jealous, see how they envy it Pull up on the scene, my choppa too close to me I guess our relationships intimate I close my eyes so I can lock in Tourist with the Glizzy, I call her the Glock twin Try the judge a nigga, I told 'em they Cochran I won't fuck the bitch but she wanted my cock in I pull up to the scene my head is noddin' Off the lean chillin', I'm Speaker Knockin' Rest in peace man, that shit was horrible, uh Look at that bitch, her ass adorable, uh I just made explorer, I feel like Dora, ho, uh I was on the scene spittin' metaphoricals, uh What I said in that one song A black black, a white bitch, a black bitch That's a Oreo, uh Got the shit sealed like a fuckin' envelope, uh Pull up on the scene with the choppa let it go, uh I'ma hunt 'em down like his ass a antelope, uh Tote cold with the ice it's a eskimo, uh, uh, uh Had to let 'em know, uh Load it up, I let it breathe, I let it go, uh Fucked the bitch, I let it be, I let her go, uh Uh-uh, uh Switch up the beat gang Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Westwood shit Yeah, warmed up and shit Jet lag shit Represent Chicago, yeah, uh Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst This talent is a gift and a fuckin' curse This choppa to take you out the fuckin' Earth Specially if you walkin' on my fuckin' turf I feel like Ferg how a nigga put in work R. Kelly with the nina I'ma make it flirt Choppa like a candy make the shit starburst Look up in the sky, do the stars work? I'm thinkin' that I need Percs My mom said that's a damn shame and I need work She say, "Fuck that shit, I need church" I said, "Fuck that shit, the church need work" And that's real I'm happy so it's time to take some mad pills I'm happy so it's time to take some sad pills Fuck a bitch and put her voice up on the adlibs I'ma probably do that .40 on my hip, yeah, I'ma prolly shoot that Bad bitch in my DMs I'ma prolly do that Hit the gang up and let them run through that This is off the top like waves in the durag I'll leave your eye blue black That's just how we do that That's just how we Spazin' on they ass do that shit all day Rock Gucci and Louis but I dont fuck with Balmains Out the park like a muhfuckin' baseball game I'm Barack Obama with it I need all change Shoot him in his face a couple times like a gun range Call of Duty with the uzi, this is not a gun game I run this shit like bolt nigga, no Usain I do thangs nigga, yeah, I do thangs Off the dome when I spit shit This is not a written And these other niggas they be forgettin' That I'm the best to ever fuckin' do this These other niggas lookin' stupid Betrayin' they brothers, like who the fuck is you? Judas? Who the fuck put you to it? Choppa on my hip, I load it and put it through you Catch me listenin' to Green Day havin' a blue day With a bad bitch sippin' on D'USSÉ She'll go both ways, anything for foreplay That's what I say That's what I say, I'm so high of the Percs They lookin' at me sideways I'm goin' 190, the wrong way on the highway Tryna get my life straight Catch me drunk drivin' in the suburban With a nigga, the bomb strapped on his chest and a turban I deserve it, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Julius Erman I meant Julius Erving I keep sippin' the bourbon mix it with the syrup turn to a serpent One things for sure, two things for certain they blow like Kurtis My flow close curtains Your flow ain't workin' So nigga keep on searchin' I'm sure one day you'll find that person Everybody talking Lucid Dreams But most these niggas don't even know Lucid mean Most of these bitches be really fuckin' losin' me Eeny meeny miny moe, these hoes get to choosin' me I remember when I ain't have shit They was treatin' me like I ain't have shit They was treatin' me like I was lower class They was treatin' me like I was a savage Now they in my DMs tryna say "Juice you can have it, come over grab it" I dont wanna have it I let my bro cut it like he fuckin' stabbed it Taboe with the Glizzy how I'm jabbin' How I'm jabbin' Man spendin' money is a bad habit But I ball out with this shit, I'm a Maverick Make 'em disappear like magic Call a plane then I execute like Madden Off a flat in a bad bitch house Tryna get it crackin' from the back end, yeah, hm Yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Fresh off the jet Freestyle and shit Eminem beats, 8 Mile and shit Where I came from the great wild and shit Where you would get shot if you crack smiles and shit All my niggas goin' too hard and shit I'll pull your bitch like a card and shit Heard she for sale I'm bargainin' At the door, I'm barging in Yellow boned like Marge again I spread her out like margarine I just marchin' in Feelin' like a spartan kid See how versatile I can get, uh-huh Okay, I'll say a few words on this Oh... all fall from the... uh... Okay, look High as fuck, drunk as fuck In the back of the car like what the fuck Bad bitch at the crib, high as fuck off the drugs, suck me up I was high, not her She was sober, tryna get a upper cut Hit 'em in the stomach with the choppa 'til the fuck nigga had enough Freestyle shit that they take years to think up, that's true Pull up on the scene, leave 'em inked up, choppa like a tattoo You ain't know, she ain't know, he ain't know Nigga, I'm that dude Matter fact make you break your back like breakdance, old school Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful, hahaha Hell yeah, yeah, bitch, I may use you Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you Flow gold, so cold like diamonds fuck that rose gold .40 on me it'll sneeze, grab a Kleenex got a bad cold Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose I'm the type to pull up on the scene full of shit like a asshole My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold it's so cool These niggas so lame, these niggas so old I'm so new Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo Feel like Kudi 'cause I'm still rockin' the Dolo Box all on my logo, your bitch, she a ho-ho Stick on me, yeah, the stick on and it's super big, no homo Niggas talking that dumb shit hit 'em in his ears, no Dumbo Not in my house with a tumble Left right left right, that's a combo I'ma serve it like cilantro Kill a nigga in his condo Then I fuck his bitch his condo I hit this OG, let his mom know I am the bomb, ho, I blow up just like a bomb, ho Just let your mom know Juice he got that old sound flow, yeah I ain't ever gotta write, uh I'm the shit to these niggas like damn Do I ever gotta wipe, yuh Pull up on 'em with the gun like damn That nigga finna die, yeah I'ma overkill, overkill, probably shoot him like three times, yeah, ayy R.I.P. to my fallen ones, I just lost my brother, for real, uh I'm sick of lookin' at the news, I may lose another, for real, yuh Everybody keep on snitchin' on 'em, they ain't undercovers, for real, yuh It's how I catch 'em lackin' sleepin' with each others under covers for real, yuh Man Shit gets real out here Withdrawal's a bitch, I've been takin' too many pills out here Tryna live out here, no Advils Fucked the bitch on my adlibs Said that twice 'cause shit is mad real Man Westwood throw on some different shit I'm still rappin' on it 'cause I'm showin' the distance between me and these other niggas Like I said, I can fuck your mother nigga Like I said, I can fuck your baby sitter Like I said, I'm here to baby niggas, for real Hmm, that was interesting What's that genre called? UK drill, okay, uh It kinda sound like Chicago drill though Sound like some DJ L shit You know DJ L? You heard DJ L? Yeah Uh-uh, yeah Let's see how long I could rap Let's see how long they could act I was just up in the trap I had my gun in my lap I shoot a nigga like crabs I shake up, I don't do dab Run up on me then I run up on him with that chopper he hittin' the lab I add it up I add the bodies up that is the aftermath Up in school he wanna fight, I beat him up after class Then I meet at the next class and beat him up after that I had the last laugh Bombin' like Baghdad, where my dad at? Guess he a bad dad, that was his last chance I am the last man, they killed every one of my niggas I am the last man, this is the last stand, I got the big bands Ayy, I could rap on anything, married to a wedding ring, yuh Need a crown I been the king, yuh, niggas funny, Jerry Spring-yuh I don't got time for it, nuh, I just rock Tom Ford it, yuh Pull up on him, god damn, I'ma up the odd got a nine for it, yuh I feel like a chiropractor when I get it crackin' I'ma crack a spine I'm a fuck a bitch so good, she gon' let me hit it from behind, yuh Matter fact I pull up on you wit' a chopper to yo brain and change your mind, yuh I'm at the top of the top, but it's still more to climb, yuh I change the climate, pull up on him I'm shining Two-tone skeleton A.P on the way rolly diamonds Niggas talkin' down to me, but all this niggas under me Actin' like some pirates, 'cause they tryna rob and plung-e me But I ain't got no time, I just got my 40, and I got your shawty Off of the molly, up in the party, she actin' naughty I tell her sorry I cannot fuck, I wanna play her like an Atari I just may borrow her to go to Paris, coolin' with Bari, yuh Vlone on me, uh, yeah, Revenge on me, yuh, ayy, that's your homie I may kill him fuck your homie, yuh, ayy, that's by my lonely Only wanted me no cloney, I can't fuck her if she not thick, 'cause I really Don't fuck with the boneys Yeah, hm Fuck 12, I don't fuck wit' the police These niggas, fake friends, hatin', thinkin' that they know me I got the force like Obi-Wan, last name Kenobi Course I'm with a white bitch, still catching the nose bleeds Oh, ayy, I bet That's my shit This beat hard as fuck What that nigga Blocboy say? You come Hell, hahaha From the chi, from the chi, look alive I've been working like a damn nine-to-five all my life Put my dick in your wife Double back, hit it twice Run up on me, that's okay, you a pussy, get shot nine times I'm in the cut with a super soaker, run up on me and you know it's over All of my niggas they doin', doin' the work like they doin' homework All of my niggas be whippin' the work Probably selling it at church Run up on me you get murked I'ma put you in a hearse Ayy, ayy, they don't understand I got the upper hand Poppin' like rubber bands I may kill your friend, I may kill your man Then I may just fuck you on this track let's go to Japan I'm up in Tokyo coolin' like Uber, everywhere I may shoot him in broad day I never care Look alive that shit bright, solar flare Home run, goin', gone, it's outta here Me and Westwood smokin' on the backwood Pre rolled, filled it good that's a packed wood I may just pop some perkies I pray to god they workin' Shit cut too deep surgeon, pull up on the scene I'll murk him Turn to a whole different person Flex on a bitch like Percules Matter fact call me Hercules Same ol' person Fuck on that bitch, she from Taiwana I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama Andre with the cash, cash the commas Look alive, please look alive 'Cause if you look too late fuck it then you may die I'm just coolin' trap house Skate on them niggas no black out I ain't with the flirtin' at all, but, bitch, I got the Mac out That shit dead Bernie Mac now Tell them niggas to calm down I feel like Osam now, fuck the shit I'm the bomb now I'm just vibin' on 'em I'm just high tryna survive— Keep this beat goin', I fuck with this shit Look alive, look alive Jet lag but I still look alive, jet lag but I still look alive I only slept for an hour, that's on the plane But I'm still here, lit as a bitch, these niggas be lame Run up on me then I'm snatching your life, and I'm snatching your chain, probably snatching your main I'm kickin' this shit like, off of the brain Half of these niggas can't do it Half of 'em probably look stupid Run up on me then I do it I got my hand on my tool I use that bitch like a toilet Flush on that bitch, I enjoy it I just went on a voyage, yeah, I just went on a voyage These shoes cost your mortgage I— Ayy, I definitely want to drop a remix to this shit, like officially, this beat hard as fuck Ayy, ayy, look, these shoes cost your mortgage And these bitches imported Pull up on the scene I'll torch 'em Ball on them niggas full court Whippin' in the trap no fort I need a sport I get some head from yo bitch 'cause I swear that bitch is a dork Run up on him with the chopper, I swear I'ma shoot 'em for real I don't show no remorse Nah I don't show no remorse Shoot 'em in his head of course That's what we aim at That's what we bang at Niggas switching over money that's where they change at I cannot change over change Bitch, I'm remaining the same I'm screaming fuck all the games, I'll put a shot through your gang I don't give a fuck what you say I'm getting money all day Ball 'til I'm bald think I need a toupee Cross the street, the bitch go both ways Freestyle shit no write You couldn't pay me to write I got a .40 on my hip like damn you niggas couldn't pay me to fight Niggas couldn't pay me to die Losin' too many niggas out this time What's Juice WRLD on? That nigga probably out his mind Well, look alive, do or die Free my nigga, he did the time He ain't do the crime Don't believe me, I ain't lyin' I ain't tellin', die Okay, let's skate Bad bitch finna come my way Going 90 when I'm on the Highway Can't go high without the high, ayy Every day I wake up smoke another gram Ion give a fuck nor another damn I'm smokin' the kush from the Hoover Dam I'ma let these bitches know who I am I can make whole songs without messin' up Gotta fess up, I feel like I'm next up Bad lil' bitch in the car named Vanessa She's a flexa and a sexta Yeah, ayy, sext her and finesse her Then it's next, yuh, then it's next, yuh Bow flex from the way shit work out Choppa leave a nigga shaking like it's twerk out Tyson, I may knock his lights out Like I said shawty strapped she tryna dyke now Run up on me talkin' shit you wanna die now Choppa workin' kinda like a 9 to 5 now Switch the flow up Drinking Henny with the lean, 'til I throw up Almost spent 2k on a bottle of some Henny Ion even drink that heavy, what the fuck gotten in me Totin' on the semi Hardaway when I'm ballin' these niggas comparin' me to penny Spare change? hell nah keep the pennies Ballin' hard fuck a jersey need a penny Caught a fat nigga lacking he was up at Denny's He don't want smoke but we got plenty I'm on bullshit like Chicago, no Benny I'm in London gettin' it jumpin' Run up on me and I'm uppin' the .40, it ain't nothin' All of my niggas be makin' this money, no assumption I goin' fuck the bacon 'til that horny bitch cummin' Watch a nigga vomit Like I said my momma really think that I'm demonic Mom let's be honest It's money in my pockets I feel like a angel with these devil horns, stop it You don't want no problems Like Wayne said cool what's a goon to a goblin What's a God without a goddess, so I need me a goddess Fuck being humble shit I'm done being modest Nah I'm playin', all this shit a blessin' Catch this chopper into yo intestines Mic check 1-2 testin' Pull up on the scene slim wrestlin' Me and Westwood straight flexin' I just may drop a hundred on a necklace I just may drop a hundred on my next bitch Flexin' on the ex bitch Uh, I do that in private My gun a librarian that bitch came with a silencer Yes I'm for the violence I still want peace though Yes I got a girlfriend these niggas do hoes Pull up on the scene like kick shit like Judo I'm the type— That beat hard, I ain't never really listen to instrumentals, like you know like the instrumentals of the songs and shit? These bitches be hard Plug Walk You know you ain't the plug, so how you make the plug walk Boy yo plug ain't the plug of he tell you that the plug walk Fuck the cookies I been smokin' on the kush Luke Skywalker 2 grams to the face it'll make a nigga sky walk Lean like a bitch Choppa on my hip I gotta beam in that bitch Heat you up and your team in that bitch Things ain't really what they seem in that bitch Me and Bibby gettin' busy in like every beat I'm like Miami when I'm on the scene I always keep the heat Niggas must be virgins thinkin' they can fuck with me Wits about me luckily it's on me luckily .40 on me like Velcro it's stuck to me Keep it on my hip, holst it up comfortably Freestyle flows, they some wannabes Back in yo bitch with the swiftness Taylor with the shit feel like swift, bitch Pull up on the scene rockin' misfits Ever since a kid I was a misfit Still did my damn thing never gave a fuck Niggas talkin' stupid 'til I pull up make 'em duck Choppa kinda hungry, better heat him up for lunch Better heat him up for lunch I'ma let it breath like a asthma attack Come and step to me if you gon' battle the rap I was on the scene with my Mac, yeah, my Mac Shoot 'em in his chest now he asthma attack Cardiac arrest like he MJ R.I.P. he was the greatest what can I say Ballin' on these niggas like MJ You like an old play but you been played Outdated, all these niggas belated Belated, outdated, all these niggas belated Look, came in the game flexin' like I've been famous Damn right like I've been famous .40 on me got to shooting, bitch, I been aimin' Niggas false claimin' shit bitch I been bangin' Try me if you wanna You don't want no smoke but I want it You don't want no smoke don't condone it Pull up on the scene of my opponents Spazz on they ass run it like track Shit so cold run that shit back Got so much drive if I crash this shit mufuckas, muhfuckas, may just catch whiplash Me and Westwood in the 'Rari Where you at we shootin' up the party Bad bitch and she rollin' off the Molly Dreads on my head feel gnarly OG in the blunt Bob Marley Dej Loaf with the shit don't try me .40 stick a nigga in his face no IV Smoke a nigga like a blunt no eye ring Flow go so cray Shout out to them Pirus, flow go so bray Pull up to the scene with my hand on my K Shoot a nigga in his face, fuck you have a nice day I just may hit the ice tray I just may hit up go that way I'ma roll off on the Segway I'm takin' off these niggas on a drag race Niggas auto-tuning like they T-Pain Niggas workin' out they outta shape Fuckin' with me cool you gon die today Hell yeah, I'm gripping on my fire today Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister Run up on me you get spin like a twister Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger I'ma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger I tell her, "Go figure" She suck through the tommy's, I'm talkin' Hilfiger Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger That bitch a gun Run up on me, I got heat like the sun Count up to two 'cause I am not the one, uh Better locked up, Akon All my other niggas they gone R.I.P. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh That's just how it is I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that shit I hit yo bitch just like a lick I'm with the shits, I pass the 'Roc Ain't no assist, bitch on my cock Run up on me then you get shot I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yuh I'm in the cut with the nina I'm wettin' it up like this shit Aquafina You run up on me then I'm servin' 'em bullets like tennis balls Nigga ain't talkin' Serena All of my niggas get money for real I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas I take yo bitch, fuck her Send to the cleaners Run up on me then I'm killin' I swear that my hand on my nina Don't want no smoke All of these niggas ain't nothin' but jokes Run up on me like a.. like a Facebook post, lil' nigga, you poked, uh I'm a rich nigga, you broke, uh Must be a pimp, you a ho, yah Run up on me, let's go *gunshot sounds* hop on ghosts Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh Breathe in and out, I had to catch my breath Now I'ma spaz on they ass I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads Hotter than a nigga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab Run up on a nigga, that chopper blast Told you I cannot do battle rap Fuck ass tryna battle, that shit kill Shaquille, rim rattle that Niggas, they snitch, they tattle that Send that shit back, damn You must be dope, bitch, I'm crack, yuh Damn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yuh Shit I'm young, rich and black, yeah, yeah So you know they hatin' that I'm finna spaz on they ass and you know it You run up on me then I'm shootin', it's over I got a way with words, they call me a poet, damn Run up on me then I'm soaking That .40 on me and you know that it's blowin', you know that I’m towin' Your bitches are hoeing, you know that shit goin', uh I met that bitch on the lowin' I picked up on a high route, we smokin', huh Hotbox in the new whip with a new bitch I don't even know her name, yah Run up on me, that's okay Got a AK on me, it's at your brain, yah I put my dick in your main, yah I just may go snatchin' chains, yah Bring it back I sold that shit to the gang I sold that shit to the gang Run up I may snatch yo chain I sold that shit to the gang Can't you niggas see the difference Every day I'm on a different shit I'm just tryna keep my distance, yuh I'm just tryna keep my distance, yuh Fuck niggas can't get with it Transform like I'm wet wookiee In the new car, boy, I'm quick with it With a white bitch and she still sniffin' From the shit I bought her last night Jet lagged from the last flight Scuffed up the pair of black Mikes That I bought when I was up in L.A., huh Switch it up, kinda like a sex change huh .40 on my hip like a gun range, uh Pull up on a nigga like okay, huh Man down, bitch, no mayday, uh Westwood, I think I could rap forever I think I could rap forever No matter where I'm at No matter the continent I could probably rap wherever I could spit whatever, ahh Probably take a bitch wherever, ahh They said them plays for the kid They said to pick whenever I'ma go in one more time I drop that bitch like a dime She fall in love with the words Then she fall in love with the lines Yeah, there's a difference Yeah, there's a diff— Fuck it, I'm just tryna catch a vibe Oh I always f— like forget how the beginning of this song sound Uh-huh, yeah Uh Uh, this one for the legend, uh I feel like a king, and these other niggas peasants, uh We should take another nigga loss as a lesson, uh Hopefully I'm finna meet these niggas up in heaven, uh I feel like I'm lost in my mind sometimes, uh I feel like I'm dropped like a dime sometimes, uh I'm just trying to find out what's mine sometimes, uh I'm just trying to find out what's mine sometimes, uh, ayy I get lost in the sauce way too often Uh, bought my soul back like I fuckin' sold it Uh, ayy, huh, this shit cold, this shit scolding Yuh, ayy, I wonder what happens when my life over Sometimes I think it's coming up I think they runnin' up So yes, I'ma keep my .40 tucked I cannot go out, I cannot go out I will not go out, I gotta show out I ball too hard on these niggas, it's a blowout Yeah, it's a blowout Uh, yeah, ayy Suicide if you try to take my drugs Suicide if you try to take my drugs Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide, baby, would you hold my gun? Suicide if you try to take my drugs Live a lie, look at all the shit you've done, uh Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide, go on and hold my gun Specify, all the lies you've told Look at me, what am I on? Percy, Molly, Xanny, all that shit, in one mix I'm so high that I cannot remember to forget Matter of fact, let's just take a sec Rest in peace to the niggas that left Rest in peace to the niggas that left And praise all the niggas that's left I feel like I'm up in my prime But who am I gon' share my prime with? Who am I gon' share my time with? Sometimes it's just perfect timing Singing like I'm CeCe Winans Damn, this shit's unwinding Yuh, yeah, yeah, ayy Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide if you try to rob my plug, ayy Homicide if you try to take my gun I'ma hit a lick like I smack that tongue, yeah Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide if you try to rob my plug Homicide if I'm reaching for my gun I'm not the one, I'm not the one, ayy R-I-P I'm sad, I know, yeah I'm sad, I know, yeah I'm not the one, yeah I'm not the one, yeah Shit Uh, it's been a long time comin' But I'm still here Everybody talking 'bout they numb or something, wait Can you feel hell All this fake shit around me is this some real hell? All this sober shit around me is there some pills hell? For real, I need to know I need to know My mama tell me that I need to let 'em go She say the syrup in these pills finna kill me But sometimes I think it brings out the real me Sometimes I think it brings out the concealed me Sometimes I think it exposes and reveals me So what happens when the real meets the real What happens when Juice meets the pills Uh-uh-uh, yeah Westwood shit I'm up in London Gettin' it bussin' Ain't no discussion, run up on me then I'm drummin' My choppa sick or something Like it was drunk I up it it'd start to vomit, ooh That's a bar Lookin' at my watch like that's a star, huh Lookin' at my spaceship like that's a car, huh Lookin' at my pills, them Xanny bars, nah In 2016 I was poppin' them Xannies Now I'm in Percies Lastin' forever in panties Run up on me goin' harder than granny Sit down muhfucker 'cause I know you can't stand it Outlandish, I'm gorilla in the mesh You just a Kung Fu Panda I ain't sippin' clean nothin', this some dirty Fanta With a bitch on my lap like my first name Santa You get jacked like a pumpkin, no O'Lantern, uh VVS on my ring like the Green Lantern you gon' kiss it like a Mafia king I'm a boss, that's a Mafia thing 808 my chopper that's a Mafia thing, yeah, uh Yeah, I did it Mom, I made it From goin' to physics class, to Tourin' the world, shittin' on everybody, the world is my potty I'm shitting on every posse And I don't even got a team like that I aim with my eye, I don't need a beam like that Run up on me, choppa make you sing like that Make you march like Martin Luther King, in fact I'm blacked, and excellent I'm shittin' on these niggas, this is a excrement I rapped on another beat that's some extra shit You niggas gon' have to deal with the mess of it I thought I told yo ass not to mess wit' it I see this shit before I say it, telepathy It's like I talk to my conscious, I say what it's tellin' me Anything besides money, eh, it's kinda irrelevant I can't focus without codeine, my medicine I sip it until I'm slurrin' and spittin' impediments I'm ballin' to the point where I think I need a Letterman Westwood at the gates of London, he just had to let 'em in I'm here, spazzin' on every single track he pass You run up, I leave you leakin' on a maxi pad I'm ballin', hard, these other niggas on the bench I swear, they need to stay where they at Nigga, I'm takin' over the world, a map for a map I'm off of a ecstasy pill, that's a flat for a flat I'm up to bat, throw a fastball, it's a hit I hit a lick, then I hit a hit on yo bitch, I don't miss Listen, I heard yo bitch on my hit list I hit that bitch, then I'm dippin' You run up on me, I'm shootin' That choppa on me is spittin' My wordplay is amazing My flow is so brazy, huh I'm shakin' shit up like I said, no Haiti This is freestyle shit, it's authentic My flow, it burns niggas Careers is arsenic, uh My flow badder than bad women I rock shows like Kravitz and John Lennon Yo sins ain't forgivin' I'm the rap God, call me Juice Allah Did I take it too far? Did I take two bars, to get on Mars? To more like Dubai, hold on I got a little tongue twisted, but I'm still gifted Still spittin', still rippin' writtens This premonition is really killin' it And these niggas ain't shit But Civics, me I'm Bentley Get it, bitch Don't you forget it The shit that you talking, I really lived it, uh I sold my soul then bought it back, I finessed 'em, uh You run up on me, choppa holy it'll bless 'em, uh He talking stupid 'til they shoot him, that's my weapon, uh I got a couple of bars I could spit Maybe I'll just use 'em in this shit Or maybe I'll just use 'em in a skit My first guess, they wanted shit My next project, it's gon' be harder My arm in the rim, really, I feel like Vince Carter I'm at yo head nigga, I feel like a barber You on the bench nigga, and I am a starter I die for my shit nigga, feel like I'm a martyr My shit's off the charts You run up, that's okay, you catch a hole to your heart I put that on my life, and that shit come from the heart I'm freestyling on live, that's how it is Yo bitch swallow the kids She up in my crib, I'm tellin' you how it is Man, this rap shit serious like XM, huh I ex them, huh I fuck the bitch that he's next to, uh She hangin' out, fuck her curfew, uh You my son, lil' nigga, I birthed you But I shine, like the pair of them church shoes I ain't been to church in a long time, 'cause they all lies All the legends, where they at? They all die Well, I don't wanna be a legend up in my prime But, I know it's still prime time Stars, how I shine When they align with the planet, you know some shit is goin' on I transform like Omegatron, when my favorite song is on Fuckin' that bitch like the Ramadan Man, I spit shit So cool I breakdance shit like the old school I'm never runnin' out of energy, I'm a suspect grippin' this firearm in your vicinity Try me if you want, 'cause I swear it's not gon' end cool I'ma prolly pull up to your cruel like, "Where the fuck is you?" Cock it back and then I shoot W-W-W, I can't lose Ayy, I flew from London to Chicago Money in my pockets, I may get a Murciélago That's all that I know Shout out to my kinfolk, they know I'm totin' ammo In the streets they call me Rambo, ain't no peace where I'm from But these pieces, we tote 'em, you run up on me it's over Like a cig, we gon' smoke 'em I put yo ass in a coma Smokin' kush, this aroma, leave yo ass in a coma Ballin' out like I'm Odom before the crack, don't you get it? Spittin' crack on these niggas, define niggas like physics Shut the fuck up and listen, I'm ballin' hard like a Piston Nigga this shit's enlisted just like a army lil' nigga I swear to god I'm invincible you can't harm me lil' nigga, yeah I'm talkin' to you I sent you my address a couple weeks ago, you ain't come through 'Cause you know we was gon' leave yo ass dropped like a sunroof on a new coupe Haha, I talk a lotta shit But it all means something He pullin' out hella beats, cool This shit sound hard, there's some soul to this shit Shit, bat Your bitch miss me like the old Kanye That's what she say It's not what I say That's what she say I'm early to the money I can never be late Always good I always been great These niggas ain't straight, they always been gay No offense, no offense Please don't proceed to hop up on my dick Haha, man Listen how the flow go Outer space I'm ballin' like I'm shootin' up on Pluto Talkin' stupid to me 'til I pull up let the tool blow Emperor new school, call me Juice Kuzco Known to flip this shit and kick it like I'm knowing Judo That's just how it goes though If I touch the world I told you that shit is a snow globe That's just how my flow is Living in the moment Your bitch swallow my kids I can say that in a million different ways I can break it down, a million different phrases Look at all my songs on the playlist It's evident that I'm your bitches favorite I ain't even have to say it I ain't even have to say it They just left my blood on the pavement Now I gotta come back gotta slay 'em Nigga what the fuck you thought you was saying? Run up on me, that's okay, I AK 'em I could freestyle shit for hours Your bitch super wet, fresh out the shower I fly in that bitch like super powers You goofier than a bitch, lil' Austin Powers Man, but I'm still feelin' groovy I fuck your bitch in the back of the movies I'm in the cut and I'm totin' a uzi It got a clip, shoot a movie like Clooney You gotta problem nigga you can come and suit me She Paul Wall 'cause she wanna chop and screw me Huh, she wanna chop and screw me I'm like a book to her, she gon' renew me Uh, look, I spent your allowance, on, a pair of shoes Uh, I spent your mortgage, on a pair, of cars Yeah, two matching Lambos Up in Toronto, gon' let your mom know I got that bomb flow, I'll fuck your mom, ho I feel like, uh, feel like Osama I don't really know where to start I got a heavy heart Choppa on me, I'ma shoot it tear his ass apart And that's just what it is Freestyling on Westwood, you know that we get it in I ain't come here with no shit written, nah I ain't come here with no shit written, nah So I'm off the dome, jet lag kicking Doin' the best that I can for my niggas, yeah Ayy, Westwood we should go shoppin' I got about twenty thousand dollars in my pocket I'm tryna buy Balenciagas, no posits Buy it all, no deposits If I need more cash, let's hit Chase then make a withdrawal You know I got it Interscope got me livin' a lil' proper I'm hoping that I prosper My gun is finna sing, that's an Opera These niggas acting, I think they need a Oscar Therapy or something, what's they problem? I'm sick of being modest I'm like Future at the end of the day I'm just being honest Man, I rapped on like seventy beats Niggas gon' go back and listen to me Bitches prolly gon' get wet, damn near pissin' to me On twitter, mentioning me wishing they were with me Some niggas against me, some niggas don't get me Some niggas won't hit me But that's cool, 'cause I'm cool Yeah, I'm bool, fuck what you do I pull up with that chopper, stick his ass like voodoo I'm the shit up on the niggas like a bunch of doodoo, haha Man, man Let's go buy some cars or something I know you got it, you a legend Where your Tesla at nigga, I know you got it

yeah yeah

Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah All-white bitch to match my all-white Louies Millionaire frames hand-made; I'm just coolin' Kid so fly say it shines like a movement Bitch say I party hard, told her I make movies Popcorn kush: no strings on ya coochie Pop a DVD in, rollin, cruisin' Yeah yeah... yeah, up there, swear Wristwear cold, chande-lier You see me, I see me too Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too We don't do no one-on-ones, we fuck 'em by the twos Man, you just got on one chain - you know we wear like two? Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah Whole 'lotta white equal a whole 'lotta riches Whole 'lotta jew-els, I bought these for these bitches Rocko Beckham: I know how to kick it! Finessed you, babe? I'm sorry, like Vinny "I ain't in it" Reign hell on these bitches, got plenty I'm like Tiger That nigga say he hot as me? Lil' buddy a liar! Jump out that new Jaguar, superjump my kayer P Zero Nero, gon' pump up my tires Rocko Dinero: I'm all about dinero You know I keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me They was sleepin' on me, but now they workin for me You see me? I see me too, bitch you can't ignore me You see me, I see me too Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too We don't do no one-on-ones, we fuck 'em by the twos Man, you just got on one chain - you know we wear like two? Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah Mix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs Black, yellow,white I change 'em up like I change clothes John Juliano cover for my eye sight Everything black bout to kill niggas on sight Everything fly bout to take flight outta sight Bad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights Two rights, can't deal Future no wrongs ReRock stone like Fred Flintstone Drinkin on lean two cups styrofoam Two phones, I can't take these home Cuz too many woman wanna call my phone Leave me alone while I get my lean on Blowin' on strong, sippin on 'tron Throwin up money, rippin my zone You see me, I see me too Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too We don't do no one-on-ones, we fuck 'em by the twos Man, you just got on one chain - you know we wear like two? Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah Yeah - Yeah Yeah - Yeah

you song

Shout to Chi-Town! Dedication 5, since '05! Know that! You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass witchyo' fine ass You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask You the best dressed with ya breasts showin' Like a salad no dressing, take ya to ya favorite restaurant Ask for the bread then fuck in the restroom They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room You the best bride and I'm the best groom Wedding presents got my best man at the Best Buy Buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom And I'mma buy a summer house, with a rec room And a car with no backseat and some leg room And some strawberries and some chocolate And a fridge and some broccoli Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it Fuck it, I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy Coffee, brown as the bosom I flew in on Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin', oh wait it wasn't Oh and I forgot I'll take a microwave or oven So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin Maybe bake a dozen, my homeboy like your sister Maybe they can bake some cousins, ooh isn't that sweet You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you Give you the world if it was for me My diamond grill make it hard to see, I'm lying through my teeth And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile I get mental flashbacks of your ass crack, lemme get back on track You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it Sorry, my mind in the gutter, better yet, sewer And when you say I love you, I stutter, "I-I love you too" It's Wayne's world, she say, "What is this world coming to?" And she know me and whoever together, she hope we comin' loose She told me that if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other Then she got serious and said, "Tune I gotta ask you something Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject So I said some crazy shit to her like "What if you and I were just letters? That'd be unfortunate we'd have to rob a fortune teller But I swear I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket Okay, that's a dead subject, you bring it up, that's a zombie You remind me of, my memory ain't what it used to be" She said she ain't trippin', I know, because I move my feet And when she figure out that she been swindled I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off of my window I-I love you too... This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you I mean how many times How many times I gotta How many times I gotta say it for it to count? Are you counting? I loved the pictures I needed that, I swear I did I was just thinking about you when you sent them too You don't believe me? I know D5, what up 5? I-I love you too...I do

streets want me

Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) Grew my dreads back, label me a menace She want xanax, gotta swallow penis You ain't no bag yet, you ain't got no fifties, that's them drums Them stripper hoes gon' talk about you if you don't throw no ones I'ma keep a couple of mine 'cause we don't throw no guns How the fuck you gon' go to war with me when you ain't got no funds Shit get risky with you when you ain't got no conscious You should see that AP face, I got it polished Pour up syrup Serve on the first Swerve in the vert, put Rollie The money is first Ain't doing no verse Lil B give 'em the curse Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) I don't got goons, I got hitters I'm with some dope boys and some killers, yeah She act petty when I don't feel her I cut her off like the umbilical (what's that?) cord The kushy that I'm blowing it hit hard like Floyd I come from the trenches, now I'm making noise The streets love me, they know I keep that heat The streets signed me, I got what they need (federal) They wasn't lettin' no cut on it Glock nineteen, it's tucked on me Caught you so I clutch on it Told my plug to rush on it Fly paper, she stuck on me She want a Birkin bag She pulled up in a purple Jag Bumpin' Durk and Bagg Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)

interlude

Ayy, yeah, yeah Lil Boat, Lil Boat Yeah, woah Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, woah, huh I said, "Lil bitch, don't you come over here if you ain't sucking dick" (woah) Gang with me and you know they keep them sticks, (pew, pew, pew, pew) Thirty clips, they gon' bust it at your lip (bust it at your lip) Hollow tips, they gon' rip through your gang (through your gang) I keep my squad with me (aye, yuh, aye, yuh, aye), I keep my squad with me, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I said, "Lil bitch, don't you come over if you is not sucking dick" (you know, woah, woah, gang, woah) I said, "Lil bitch, don't you come over here if you ain't sucking dick" (I ain't got no time) Last night, we was in that black Beamer (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr) My bitch love fur, she's so hated by PETA (you know my bitch, she too...) All these niggas, they hate me (yeah, they hate Lil Boat) They mad they bitch wanna date me (she wanna fuck Lil Boat) But they only get one night (yuh) Niggas wanna fight (they do) 'Cause they see I fuck they wife (I'm on) Lil Boat hold the title, Lil Boat, that nigga be nice I said, "Lil bitch, don't you come over here if you ain't sucking dick" (you heard the drill, you heard it) I keep my gang with me, you know they keep sticks (you know they keep them)

dope dealers

Teenage billionaires He's beating records off the top the holes of money He roll rover sell base for 12 a pop Hodgy eating rapers whole, never digest I'm dope Shit since they coming out of him like crack heads Like fuck I should be illegal eagles flying over state And the model bitch (She look good) And the head is great The Pink stripe is for diplomatic immunity I'm A-C-E-A-K to fuck up the community (Holla holla holla, Spit another one real quick) Niggas Stez biting like they Mike Tyson Here these queers taking credit like their Faggot card is debit fines hit me on my beepa Could be on the keys then I push it out sneaka bitch I'm bunny like the Basket-baller I'm the dope dealer push man in the dream state Your bitch sticks to me like purple schotch tape The Pink stripe is for diplomatic immunity I'm A.C.E. aka Mr. Fuck Up the Community I don't serve much but let me take your order Guaranteed to get your chips while I gallop aforda Flip a check quick like we betting with quarters And I beat the cut like we talkin' 'bout horfa Especially if she looks like canorfa I not saying I would never do more than ork her I'm just saying I would do never divorce her But I don't know if I could afford her But J.K. cause Ima I'm ballin' If life was a chip then hommie I'm all in Yesterday's money was talkin' Yes the shit was callin' Telling me to take over the world Like a young Jospeh Stallin Dirty dog records beating all the pussies Never shopping unless were talking bout diamonds and stussy Yo I'm probably with your chick Playing with her cliteris Yep Her friend is coming for a lick Look I'm not your father don't even bother I pulled out early

dark angels

Where we go from here, if I leave the block A little money fine but I need a lot Take a preachers route but dont lie to people I ain't never seen anything in the sky Clean in the ride, what I mean that I'm fly With a bitch super mean, bumpin' lean to the side I was thinkin bout any means I could try I believe in a high! Being logical gave me a reason to doubt Scheme for things I was dreaming In a magazine article reading about Face card, I ain't got to pay for drugs It comes free with the artificial love Could I just do me, let me be me I ain't arguin' for much I'm with this bitch and I feel free She don't demand of me for much My sex drive been at an all time low I can barley get it up! Tryin' to keep another mother fucker happy Swear I'm givin' up! Drug usage is increasing since the last time Been gone awhile and I'll be back just like the last time Racks on me, stacks on me, travel hard One nation under God! In the car alone, prayin' to the stars Engine roaring, make a joyful noise Praise be to Allah, come this far or not! Cocaine, Foreign car, look who takin' off! Throwin' money at my nigga Younger sister really wishin' he was with us But look who takin' off! Band for you to keep, love I'm finna leave So I guess I'm taking off! Good hearted if you think wrong How could you be right? Four niggas fuckin' the same bitch She pop up pregnant this can't be life Get rid of the bitch, 'fore I get rid of you bitch I'm sick of you bitch No hands on ya, rubberbands on ya, I ain't talkin' like a stripper Pay! They do it, send razors through, spray the kay and make you flip Only reason I ain't kill your mother Strength of her daughter And she cheats everyday on your daddy Tryin' to give orders Then they try to extort a gangsta, I'm someone important Don't step in my office, I ain't about no talkin' Be sippin' my coffee while bullets is sparkin' Without any caution, now watch who I'm crossin' Boobie is awesome, can't jump if I lost ya With this I went off My grandpa a gangsta, he died I went off Don't interrupt me while I am recordin' Shit so depressing, I wish I could pause it Misunderstand it, put that in a coffin' Back to the margin, re-up and get off it Label an orphan, lane of my own I got the hawkin, I am retarded Know there's a name, don't know what to call it Yeah Its like sometimes when I sit by myself I honestly can say everybody can't relate That's why I talk to my angel I'm in the dark looking for a peace of mind I need guidance Father can't see the signs Like nothing real the word redefined Knowing the game is different streets redesigned Still thuggin but dont wanna catch a piece of time Knowing that love might get you when its lookin for shine So many young niggas lost they vision is blind Now I'm sick as fuck got pain beatin me down Swear a nigga sick of losing where the fuck is the wind at I gotta fight harder where the fuck is my wind at Lookin at the road, damn where the fuck is the end at All I know is be the truth swear nobody will bend that All I know is loyalty I don't know how to pretend that You did a nigga dirty how the fuck I'ma amend that You said you was alone so I stepped to the plate When shit got hard for me ain't no help get sent back Bet, everything that go up come down Word to everyone one of my niggas that was gunned down At night I talk to God, ain't get back one sound Its hard to see light comin out when the sun down Runnin, I dont even know where I'm headed I did it all for the streets all I got was the credit If I can go back I'll tell my nigga to edit Until im runnin out of time get the clock then set it Sluts lust hopin they might trap shit All cause I rap, now I hate this rap shit Laws comin ain't no time to react shit Judge wanna convict me I ain't even much clap shit Born sinner cause I was lookin for dinner Tryin to feed my kids tell em daddy a soldier Lord knows I need em kind hard to function Gettin sick of the devil that bitch ridin my shoulder Fresh out my luck somethin short of a clover Stress recycle shit over and over Fuck the world these days shit colder Friends fake but all I want is to get older Feelin the pressure like everyone watching The bell keep on ringing like somethin that boxin My son havin seizures no doctor can stop em Hold on to him with all i got I can't drop him My spirit been broke I pray somebody swap him My heart feelin pain like if somebody shot him My brother keep callin I tell him I got him And since nothin promised I'm goin without em My aunty just died I can't cry I just kissed her Short of my visit they told me I missed her Look up to God hopin heaven can list her Somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters So in my zone nigga fuck if I'm trippin My testimony somethin niggas should listen Been 32 years but I'm still on that mission The struggle got a nigga hooked like I'm fishing...

nfwmb

When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem it slouched And then, it must've caught a good look at you Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cause the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my baby? Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing If I was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you Held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames? Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze? Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe? Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

new york new york

Yo B (turn your speakers up man) Turn your speakers up money! Yo God! (Yo God?) Yo I got mad skills Isn't that money? New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound It's the incredible, the lyrical You can't be me like Niecey, to see me is gonna take a miracle I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a Touch of this twister, stylistic mixture What I create pulsates, there is no escape Annihilate your mental mindstate Dre labels my vocabulary abusive I packs more knowledge than Confucius, I'm deadly Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed And niggas throughout this hemisphere, far and near Prepare, catch me chillin' like the winter Up against the number one contender, as I enter Cause I gets heated like friction Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital Dangerous and vital to all my rivals Suicidal, brainwaves conveys Through the average motherfucker's minds these days I'm all ready to put work in Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirking Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim Or why you came, motherfucker Don't explain Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply Leavin hoes lives empty, the invincible MC New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much It's too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me So how the fuck you inherit my style? Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis Gets me into verbally vindictive Violent vocabulary bobs to existence Catch me in the pitch black path I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental Till I hear an instrumental And detrimental verbals get to spittin The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo' The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow Fo sho', I takes it to you from the do' Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco' (you know!) I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally Void your whole molecular, structure Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix Hittin MC's like pits the deadliest lyricist New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much It's too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel We live... tonight I serve two thousand MC's We live... cause can't none fuck with the DPG'z We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC's We live (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z A-B-C-D-P-G-C, ba-by A-B-C-D-P-G-C Ba-by... Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite In ways that make MC's stop in daylight I'm the deadliest MC you wanna see on the streets Invincibility is what makes Me complete, compete Nah you can't even fade me I fuck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...

homecoming

Yeah And you say Chi city! Chi city! Chi city! I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? (Yeah) Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again (Ow!) -Min' home again I met this girl when I was three years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She said, "Excuse me, little homie, I know you don't know me But my name is Windy and I like to blow trees." And from that point, I never blow her off Niggas come from out of town, I like to show her off They like to act tough, she like to toe 'em off And make 'em straighten up their hat 'cause she know they soft And when I grew up, she showed me how to go downtown In the nighttime, her face lit up, so astoundin' I told her in my heart is where she'll always be She never messed with entertainers 'cause they always leave She said, "It felt like they walked and drove on me." Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me She said, "'Ye, keep makin' that, keep makin' that platinum and gold for me!" I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again But if you really cared for her Then you wouldn't've never hit the airport to follow your dreams Sometimes I still talk to her But when I talk to her, it always seems like she talkin' 'bout me She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you But they just not you," and I just got through Talkin' 'bout what niggas tryin' to do: just not new Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong I guess you never know what you got 'til it's gone I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home And guess when I heard that? When I was back home Every interview, I'm representin' you, makin' you proud Reach for the stars, so if you fall, you land on a cloud Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around If you don't know by now, I'm talkin' 'bout Chi-Town I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Maybe we can start again

swiat jest wfem

Sądzi pani, że przed metą legnę Wszystko dobrze usłyszałem, bowiem śledzę plotki Moje serce na 100 metrów biegnie A pani widzi doskonale, że to bieg przez płotki Sama je tam pani rozstawiła! Wroga mi widownia wściekle woła: “weź się potknij” Rozmawiałem z panią wczoraj, taka oschła była Taka gorzka, że przy pani byle seler słodki Gramy w konwersacyjnego badmintona Chyba krzywą mam rakietę, tudzież lewe lotki Kiwa pani typów niby Maradona W starciu z panią by się o zbawienie Pele modlił Wdzięk, uroda, szczęka, noga, ręka boga Lista pani zagrań to jest cały szereg zbrodni Trzyma pani katalog - sportowa męska moda Każdy wokół chce mieć medal, pani prędzej pomnik Świat jest WFem a ja nie mam stroju Świat to liceum, ja mam lewe zwolnienie Świat jest WFem, a ja chcę do domu Grajcie w te gry, a ja lecę do siebie Świat jest WFem a ja nie mam chęci Serce sprintując zaraz mnie zamęczy Cały świat na placu boju Świat jest WFem a ja nie mam stroju Sezon w sezon jestem w grupie śmierci W szatni przedmeczowej jakieś minus siedem stopni Szczerze mówiąc, trochę trupem śmierdzi To ci panowie, chyba pachnie grubym zwierzem od nich Ktoś wyzionął ducha, zaraz obok leży Naraz wstaje stado panów. A ja mierzę wzrok ich Pytam czy to konkurencja? “Nie no, to koledzy!” Rozpychają się łokciami i są szczerze podli Siedź na ławce, w końcu jesteś na rezerwie, bratku Nowy grajek? Nieźle, ja gram jakieś siedem lat tu Rozrysuję ci taktykę oraz przebieg wiatru I mów mi Alex, bo obracam się w tej strefie spadku Wystaw piłkę, będę atakował ostry kąt Finezyjnie, tutaj nie potrzeba mocnych rąk Robi zgrabną kiwkę, ona robi mądry blok Oto nasze życie, czyli nieskończony szkolny rok Świat jest WFem a ja nie mam stroju Świat to liceum, ja mam lewe zwolnienie Świat jest WFem, a ja chcę do domu Grajcie w te gry, a ja lecę do siebie Świat jest WFem a ja nie mam chęci Serce sprintując zaraz mnie zamęczy Cały świat na placu boju Świat jest WFem a ja nie mam stroju Świat jest WFem, a ja nie mam stroju Świat jest WFem, a ja nie mam stroju Świat jest WFem, a ja nie mam stroju Przecież to dla Pani robię pompki Jestem słaby raczej, póki co na obie rączki Moje treningowe plany, ciągle coś je mąci Chcę czarnej trasy, a zdobywam pługiem ośle łączki Oni lecą, machają kijem i kreślą ślady Ja ledwo dyszę, mam czarną ślinę i niedowłady Niech oni ryczą, ganiają, biją i rzeźbią zady Ja z Panią usiadłbym w kinie pijąc dwie lemoniady Choć zapewne jest pani paleo Słucha The Eagles oraz miłuje pani HBO Ubóstwia ciszę i się nigdy nie hańbi aferą Tym samym nie da szansy didżejom ani raperom Lepiej dziś się nie martwić karierą Lecz usiąść sobie, puścić płytę i zażyć Aperol Pociąg do jutra, już za chwilę się stawi na peron Spokojnie. Miejsca siedzące zostawmy pazerom Znowu mam brodę niby kawał stary Pani znowu nie ma stroju. Idźmy na wagary Wielki wuefista każe dziś się stawiać w pary Świat jest WFem, już mówiłem, nikt nie dawał wiary Świat jest WFem, a ja nie mam stroju

marc jacobs

Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob Yea, yea I wake up, whole team rockin Jacob Right wrist Jacob Other hand Jacob I wake up, my whole body rockin' Jacob Is they Marc Jacob? Hell yea they Marc Jacob I wake up, whole team rockin' Jacob Right wrist Jacob Other hand Jacob I wake up, my whole body rockin' Jacob Is they Marc Jacob? Hell yea they Marc Jacob Yea I ain't never civil Chain like a blizzard Candy paint my motorsickle Swangin' motorcycle Leanin' like the Eiffel Tower Swangin' on you cowards Got your whole team sour like pork Dunkin' on you dorks Front page of the source Got your wife wantin a divorce Used to drive a Porsche A Porsche Cayenne Trappin' in Iran Got me dodgin' trash cans Dodgin' like a viper Shootin' like a sniper Shining like a lighter Got you shitted like a diaper Slangin' Boost Mobile Bitch I'm global Drop Testarossa, got my face up on a poster I'm a poster child And I'm versatile Rockin' all this ice got me frozen for a while Got me frozen for a while Rockin' all this ice got me frozen for a while I wake up, whole team rockin' Jacob Right wrist Jacob Other hand Jacob I wake up, my whole body rockin' Jacob Is they Marc Jacob? Hell yea they Marc Jacob I wake up, whole team rockin' Jacob Right wrist Jacob Other hand Jacob I wake up, my whole body rockin' Jacob Is they Marc Jacob? Hell yea they Marc Jacob

card cracker skit

Man 1: What up foe? Man 2: Maintainin', god Man 1: Damn, your ass been flexin' hard as hell, shorty. You got the Range? You ain't got no job Man 2: Listen here, nigga, don't say shit, aight? That nigga Vic left his AmEx Man 1: Word? Man 2: Mothafuckas cracked his card Man 1: Yeah, what y'all get? Man 2: What didn't we get? PlayStation 4, AirBnBs, smart TVs, dumb TVs, ATVs, Air Force 1s, 2s, 3s, 4s and them ain't even out yet. 10 pairs of Gucci flip flops, a Gucci stroller, a Moncler for D-Block's dog. Bought a chain from his jeweler, studio time, a Young Chop beat, a Backwoods forever, Robin jeans, some jeans from a robin, bunch of birds: parrots, parakeets, gluten free Harold's, 10 gallons of mild sauce, a hundred long fashion shirts. And the crazy part is, we set it all up to make it look like that mothafucka *beep* did it "Love Sosa" plays in background

on doe on phil

Yeah, uh huh Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas Sucka ass nigga, heh, uh-huh Slap yo nose off yo face (fuck them niggas) Ay, look, turn it I'm big time nigga, y'all too small to me And I don't dig y'all niggas, so stop callin me This ain't a peace sign bitch, it mean two to ya head You know I'm quick to hit ya patna In the chest with the choppa and ya boo in the leg Still reppin A-Town nigga, Center Hill what's up? Zone 1 Bankhead nigga, tote a gun and you better vest up You know my nigga quick to hit a nigga chick Quick to hit a lick, quick to run a check up Dope boy, we the best of niggas Raise techs up nigga, try to check us, try me I'ma bust his head quick fast, Ricky Bobby Ask his patna what the fuck he wanna do about it? Nada Hustle Gang bang green, all about a dollar Better hold her hand if you give a shit about her When you bring her round me, all I know I'ma get some head right before I go Gotta problem, we can handle this shit off top Got the thing let it pop, cool as a cough drop 100 on the watch ball and a decade in None of my niggas fightin less the rest came in Was a trial defendent sitting 'til the check came in 100 of them 21, run it, do it again I ain't got no co-defendent just my family and friends And a trunk full of chopper rifles, handles and pins Loaded down in an old brown Buick sedan Lookin for it on the way to Alabama again On everything I love, nigga put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on something Put it on Phil, nigga put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on something I'll put it on Phil, nigga put it on Doe Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil I'll put it on Phil, nigga put it on Doe Nigga put it on Doe, pussy nigga I'm trill, yeah Put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil I'll put it on Phil, I'll put it on Doe I'll put it on Doe, I'll put it on Phil Put it on Phil, put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on, nigga put it on Phil King of the streets, graduated from the bottom All red whip looking like somebody shot em Still up in the hood with a sack and a pack 40 cal fully loaded, never leaving here without him Real niggas exctinct, feelin like somebody got em But I know I got to do it for the team Hustle Gang nigga If you disrespect that, I black the 'Llac Hop out the back, no flack and do my thing nigga Rappin or not, just know ain't nothing changed nigga It still a get ugly, you get up in my range nigga Hustle Gang, Asshole, I'm the same nigga They got that fire, ain't no way to kill the flame nigga On God, I put it on Clip I put it on Screw, I put it on Pat I put it on Pimp, I put it on Hawk Gotta do it like a G, I know they never coming back Word to Momma C, I'm trill with it for life If I can do it again, I come back and do it twice I don't give a fuck about nothing to be precise Have bullets running through a nigga crib like they was mice Pussy nigga got me .38 like I'm a spice You dont wanna see the truth pissed off I'll shut a whole neighborhood down One light, that's green, you'll know when shit kick off nigga On everything I love, nigga put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on something Put it on Phil, nigga put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on something I'll put it on Phil, nigga put it on Doe Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil I'll put it on Phil, nigga put it on Doe Nigga put it on Doe, pussy nigga I'm trill, yeah Put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil I'll put it on Phil, I'll put it on Doe I'll put it on Doe, I'll put it on Phil Put it on Phil, put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on, nigga put it on Phil Run up on a nigga what it hittin for? Point blank, left his brain on the window Had the chain, had a stain on my timbos Insane in the brain, gon mental Catch me riding round in a Range Rover rental With some bad bitches wanna chill like a mento Now heres a mental memento you didn't know You can fit a bird times 12 in Sorentos (you can) Kill, go to Jacksonville Drop it on they ass like I did't have a deal Still in the trap, keep it real like Madea 100 rounds and they runnin ain't hard you can tell (yuh aye) All you gotta do is see my garage and look at theirs (whoa) Look at mine and look at theres now wait my nigga (wait my nigga) It will be yo ass when you hate my nigga If you go against me you against a great my nigga Like Great White Great ape my nigga We can run the moss all in your face my nigga Have ya partner like "God who done ate my nigga?" Bring the drama to your momma, how? With eight, nine niggas In a line, I ain't lyin, I'm a lion I ain't even tryin, kill em everytime On the block walk around with a little Glock 9 And the preacher Fin put it on a motherfucka mind, I ain't lyin On everything I love, nigga put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on something Put it on Phil, nigga put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on something I'll put it on Phil, nigga put it on Doe Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil I'll put it on Phil, nigga put it on Doe Nigga put it on Doe, pussy nigga I'm trill, yeah Put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil I'll put it on Phil, I'll put it on Doe I'll put it on Doe, I'll put it on Phil Put it on Phil, put it on something Put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on Phil Nigga put it on Doe, nigga put it on, nigga put it on Phil

the fever

Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers OK, I'm tatted up with my J's on Hat cocked, to my fade showing Folks thinking we Ned Flanders Okely-dokely, game on They don't hate me they just think they know what I'mma say and I can't promise that them tv pastors ain't gonna prey On your grandma with your auntie nem' Promise y'all I ain't none of them And you can call me lame, just don't Call me fake and then call me friend Cause I don't pretend, boy I live this Some of y'all on the fences Oh girl you took home with you Man she swore she was a Christian She might be and likely She like you and just like me An imperfect person, broke and hurting Trying to do the right thing And I'm courtside like Spike Lee Keep it mellow nightly Ok, G? Cause I ain't 'bout that drama in my lifey That bad one? That's wifey You know she bout that life, B She got red bottoms you ain't never seen And her soul's covered up nicely That's blood dipped, I mean blood bought No SuWoo, but this blood talk Never thought they'd see Have a concert in the club, huh? Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser Yeah You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Yeah Big foot can't Who could step in these size tens? White boy, cool grey 11's Since age twelve I represented Now I'm digging them 13 letters My church clothes these leather pants Boy sick? I got medicine We found the light, Edison Do God exist? We the evidence (Whoop!) We the children of the Light, you know what I mean? That's why I'm hating on the darkness like Paula Deen Cause in my hood they masked up, like it's Halloween We going hard for the Rock, but we not some fiends See and the mission we live for is bigger than everything you could attain They trying to hate us for sharing our faith but I bet that we do it again Your hubris is humorous, real talk we true to this Y'all rappers acting like Ludacris We unashamed, get used to this, boy Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers (ah) Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers We have to drop it one away We have to choose Christ for a better day Yes sir, we have to drop it one away Live to see me friends them gone astray We have to drop it one away We have to choose Christ for a better day Yes sir, we have to drop it one away Live to see me friends them gone astray Ay, look. Perpetrating not likely We live here we don't sightsee Ain't trying to brag on my service Telling my left hand where my right be And it's real rap, no faking Not some rap dudes who couldn't make it This ain't the life I chose, boy It chose me I can't shake it I can't feel 'em How come they can kill 'em? How come I can't heal 'em? They be drilling me with codiene stripping Plus they popping pills So I feel what's popping on the charts is popping body parts And yeah, sometimes my music's for the church, I call it body art Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers (Ka-ka-ka)

birds

I got tomorrow coming, I got, got, I got I got tomorrow coming, I got tomorrow coming I got, got, I got, I got tomorrow coming In-, birds, fuck you I've got a bluebird, it might die It got wetted, I stayed dry I'm not trying to use my mind I got that attitude at all times I've got this attitude at all times I got a black hat, it might live It's got a black hat, it goes big I had a bluebird, now it's did 1, 2, 3, 4 One bird, two birds, three birds, four (Two) Five birds, six times, life is war One bird, two birds, three birds, four (Two) Fuck you think I fuck this for? I got tomorrow coming, I got, got, I got I got tomorrow coming, I got tomorrow coming I got, got, I got, I got tomorrow coming In, birds, fuck you I got, you not, in my way I got right now between my legs I put right now between your legs I got today shoveling graves I got tomorrow turning in your grave I got Jesus, he got saved I got power, it's so cheap Fuck this bird, bitch, drink this bleach 1, 2, 3, 4 One bird, two birds, three birds, four (Two) Five birds, six times, life is war One bird, two birds, three birds, four (Two) Five birds, (Three) six times, life is war I got higher, I got fake I got higher, I got fake I got higher (Higher), I got fake I got higher (Higher) I got- birds, birds I got tomorrow coming, I got, got, I got I got tomorrow coming, I got tomorrow coming I got, got, I got, I got tomorrow coming In-, birds, fuck you

pinocchio

R-R-R-R-R-R-R & Beats... Si j'te fume c'est pour ton bien C'est pour qu'tu n'recommences pas J'ai fait du game une dictature Pour ça qu'on me récompense pas Si t'es une michto, viens m'voir du cash j'en ai Pas besoin de pilule du lendemain, j'te crache dans l'nez Fais-moi à manger, Papa est fatigué J'ai vendu de la C toute la journée T'es au bord du suicide, j'suis au bord de mer Te tuer si tu les touches, c'est mon rôle de père Moi aussi j'sais en faire de la trap de merde Brûle billets verts, en Enfer j'vais rien en faire Éjac' faciale sur âme en peine J'suis halla Madrid t'es Valenciennes J'leur fais toujours à l'envers J'mets d'la harissa dans leur camembert Y'a dû y avoir un quiproquo J'mens dans ta chatte comme Pinocchio Quand j'aurai fini de te casser l'dos Va t'faire hara-kiri à Kyoto Paye-moi tout de suite, donne moi money cash Négro t'allais bien mieux avant les clashs En maison de disque, rappeurs on les castre Dans la rue j'paye pas d'impôts, j'suis monégasque Tu fumes que de la com', t'alimentes que chez Lidl J'suis sur OKLM.com, ta daronne est sur Gleeden Si t'esquives l'uppercut, tu vas t'grailler le middle Tester l'92i, interdit, prohibido, c'est forbidden Sur l'bitume, agenouillée sous le fut J'prends du recul pour mieux t'enculer, pute Fuck ton cigare, j'ai ma OG Kush J'broie du noir quand j'ressors de tes seufs Elle suce pas très bien, n'a pas profonde gorge La trap française, moi j'l'éjacule sur le torse Salope, ferme ta gueule, pour le prix d'un j'te mets deux doigts Connexion Bruxelles jusqu'à Aulnay-Sous-Bois Hey pute on est où là ? J'te baise comme une chienne pourtant tu portes le foulard Avec des "si" j'serais intouchable comme Omar Capitol 92i nouveau flow noir J'pointe devant gros cul, tu pointes au chômage Le rap game n'a plus de kérosène pour le décollage Mon flow prend le large le tien prend de l'âge Pour déstresser j'fais des prises d'otages De la CC dans du cellophane La lessive dans tes clips tu dis que c'est de la came Tu m'fais chier comme un mec qui te conseille à la salle J'te nique sur le ring et sur l'instrumentale T'es passé partout comme la chatte de Shy'm J'sais pas si c'est vrai mais j'la baiserais au calme J'ai matière grise, t'as matière fécale T'as micro-pénis donc tu n'es pas de taille Damso Tu fumes que de la com', t'alimentes que chez Lidl J'suis sur OKLM.com, ta daronne est sur Gleeden Si t'esquives l'uppercut, tu vas t'grailler le middle Tester l'92i, interdit, prohibido, c'est forbidden Blan cocaïne fè lajan Passé la vi’m nan on bando Pa ka konté konbyen patne Pa vle sonje konbyen soldats Jwèt la pi danje ke manchèt yo chofe Pico nap boulé ak lanmò nou marye S.W.A.T team vini frape’m atè banm kou d'pye Zam nan figi’m di’m montre'l koté li e Ki sa w'ap di la nou pa vann préci la Yo di y'ap veye’m pou plis prèske twa mwa Yo di yo gen foto’m sou kamera Pou chak fwa yo vini yo pa jwen anyen la Zam yo kache, machandiz la sere Rele K-9, sa pa mache Yo arrete’m chaje mwen ak trespassing Pa fe’m de jou, jij la lage’m Neg yo konnen ke mwen pap janm fout chanje Lè m'ap voyé sou bouzin yo delivre Patne mouri si l'te konnen li tap rete Domi, li soti yo assassine'l Twa jou passe ou pa tande sak pasé Yo jwen twa kadav decoupe bo koté Pirati mwen li tro fon wap koule Sèl sa nou konnen se dezod met dife Anmwen Tu fumes que de la com', t'alimentes que chez Lidl J'suis sur OKLM.com, ta daronne est sur Gleeden Si t'esquives l'uppercut, tu vas t'grailler le middle Tester l'92i, interdit, prohibido, c'est forbidden

brouillard

Yeah, OPG Damso Motherfuck' Yeah, Yoh Damn J'ai plus l'temps pour regrets, peine Trop d'problèmes, mauvaise graine Damso Dems, OPGangst' Trop de jaloux jeunes veulent nous gêner, j'aime ça J'ai plus l'time sur la fast-lane l'envie d'fumer me gagne Un bedo et je plane, je fly, j'suis higher, higher, high Péta à longueur de journée souvent en état d'ébriété Dans le brouillard, je vais nulle part, j'fume un pétard Par peur de trouver la sobriété Déf' everyday, où je vais ? Aucune idée Je perdure dans la verdure, je sature, j'suis bousillé Brouillard J'vis dans l'ombre, pénombre, je sombre, succombe Aux énormes derrières de bitchs Brouillard Je déconne à l'école, m’empoisonne, collectionne D'énormes quantités de shit Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, je sais pas où je vais pourtant j'sais d'où je viens Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Da-Da-Da-Damso Motherfuck' Yeauh, j'suis dans l'brou-brou-brou-brou-brouillard Côtoie plus de boules qu'au billard Sur une tasse-pé j'crache un mollard Oh la sale bi-bi-bi-biatch Damso Motherfucker Damso, Ok J'suis trop déf' donc laisse-moi pioter Cherche un corps-à-corps juste pour te peloter Si je recule c'est pour mieux te sauter Plus tranquille, 'y a trop d'balances De couilles, sont tous en carence Dans ce monde 'y a trop d'salauds, y' a qu'à mes fiancialles qu'ferais une alliance Dans c'game j'vais tous les plier Trop d'traîtres ça date pas d'hier Si mes potes étaient des thunes j't'assure qu'j'aurais beaucoup d'faux billets Tout ce merdier mais dans l'brouillard Et depuis je fume, veux toucher la Lune, je pense qu'aux thunes Bordel de merde Faut que je me calme, pour toucher le calme, l'injec' sans métal devient mon rêve Oh, qu'est-ce qui ce passe dans mon cerveau ? Je crois que j'deviens barjo dans mon jargon on dit que t'es dans le... x2 Brouillard J'vis dans l'ombre, pénombre, je sombre, succombe Aux énormes derrières de bitchs Brouillard Je déconne à l'école, m’empoisonne, collectionne D'énormes quantités de shit Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, je sais pas où je vais pourtant j'sais d'où je viens Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Brouillard, Damso Motherfuck' Da-Da-Da-Damso Motherfuck'

play your part

Listen, niggas ain't really bout shit On the block, hustle till the nigga get rich Third eye sharp, nigga blame it on the piff Shit, nah nigga but we got it like that Keep ya Reggie Bush, only smoke loud pack The shit hit hard, better not chief that Nigga, this is known to heal cataracts Ugh, and a nigga like me On my God shit, nigga know my steeze Low in the spots, pockets never on E But she on E if she 'round me while I'm floating In an ocean of the most potent grown shit And I'm focused off this muthafuckin bong rips They get me high, that's some fly shit Angel nigga, how the fuck you 'gon stop this I'm rolling up on that Indo Getting high, nigga off my weedsmoke Elevated, niggas know how we roll If you ain't with the light get steamrolled Nowwww, my third eye sharp Fucking with the gods, better play your part You on the other side and you won't get far Leave a bitch ass nigga stuck back in the dark Whoa, you stuck in the dark nigga UA go hard nigga Better play your part nigga, or you won't get far Started from the bottom, we was swimming with the fishes Now we the New York skyline flying with the pigeons And I walk with the light, so I think a little different You can get top floored in a New York minute Elevating, partake with the greats my nigga UA save the day, no cape my nigga Ugh, respect to the gods that be living up Nigga this life is a gift, hold your ribbons up Cause that nigga never wait bruh Free your mind, levitate like an angel Dream free that's the muthafuckin key Look at me, skeet skeet in her guts, she's dangerous Beastcoast hit 'em up with the light-work, get 'em up Middle fingers up this is our earth, one love One life nigga, put in work like tha cuz Do it for the light though heaven waits up above Gold soul nigga you can't fake this UA nigga, your bitch favorite She over here cause you niggas so basic Kick back pop a tab, don't waste it Since birth shown signs of the indigo Had to obtain hidden gold in my inner soul Heavy weed smoke, switching flows like I'm on a boat Ugh, mixtape gon' restore the globe Bring faith to a hundred soul(s) Beastcoast niggas on a roll Silver haze keeps the homies ghost Been this way since a zygote, I float Into astral plains and you fly low Live the life everyday evil free, I'm blessed With these wack rappers I can have a feast and digest Had a dream it would happen now my acid manifest No stress, nor regrets go hard til I rest, ugh These niggas ain't really bout shit Like to imitate but can't recreate This What your life bout, that greed and hatred? Knock your lights out with ease, UA bitch Ugh, niggas ain't really bout shit Pop three tabs, smoke a muthafuckin blunt Yeah you I'm tryna get ripped Tryna bring knowledge to this motherfucking bitch On my elevated third eye shit Bet you ain't think a conscious mutherfucker Could ever make it sound like this I read secret teachings and now my brain grow Don't be spreading lies, my niggas and I know We started from the bottom, we headed to the top though And stop us , we control the whole shit like maestros Now elevated bitches they waiting by my shows And dumb muthafuckers that know me, where I go But I greet em with a smile like "hey, what up bro" Cause I know the dumb nigga respected my flow UA, UA bitch nigga get it right when you see my kings You hate, we great Only seeking out mutherfuckin championship rings We make, new lanes paved the way for you dumb mutherfuckers in sin We safe, you ain't You dumb mutherfuckers ain't never gon win, ugh Use the same styles you niggas recycle Some dumb mutherfuckers in disguise but I know They screaming Beastcoast in every city that I go I see ya in the crowd my nigga you're not low I fuck with queen bitches, they fuckin with ya'll hoes She fuckin with the Gods, she addicted to my glow The shit is guaranteed and maybe if we blow So peep UA steeze my nigga and take notes Niggas ain't really bout shit (bout shit) Nah, nah, nah, nah Niggas ain't really bout shit (bout shit) Nah, niggas ain't really bout shit (niggas ain't bout shit) Niggas ain't really bout, nah, nah (x2)

blood runs cold

Yeah; Sean P, nah mean? Megatron, Jedi Mind Tricks, M.F.C Yo, Boot Camp, listen. Yo Yeah first of all don't make me burst and brawl Image is nothing you fronting see the thirst in y'all Think it's fucked up now, it get worst for y'all Assassinate your best friend now I hurt you par Run up on your block with dough and I curse you all The fuck out, want to wet duke? Squirt your four Since birth I been raw hot like surface core Kidnap your baby's mom straight earth the whore See I do rhyme and crime so I can purchase more If you ain't in it for that what the purpose for Act like you don't give a fuck though Good so I buck fo' shots from the roof And my man Rock catch you up close Never give a fuck about niggas y’all not Nutso Hype off of carbonated water and some fructose Straight buck foes when the nigga Ruck pull the snub nose Wait Ruck chill, what the deal it's all love though Look into my eyes and you can tell there's something changed Running gunning things knocking niggas out like Clubber Lang The gun I bring is straight for fucking beating you down Heating you down leaving you six feet deep in the ground It's some real motherfuckers going rot tonight All your jewels and your cash getting got tonight Or somebody in the club getting shot tonight Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight I'm the motherfucking ungrateful My heart is hateful, my tongue ripped Licking on the blade that slayed you You faggots act as bitch as RuPaul You niggas share one milkshake with two straws You're trapped with no doors, four walls tighten Seeing the roof fall, feeling the floors heighten Crushed and shit, your bones are blood siphoned And put into a jug we sip before fighting I'm raw lightning; my power extends In the planet and out through the opposite ends Black man travel through the universe and back While cavemen still though that the earth was flat But we kept the sacred plans, now we carry Throughout the ancient lands Before the separating of the sands When God saw the power I create in my hand He banned my gene strain from replicating in man (x2) It's some real motherfuckers going rot tonight All your jewels and your cash getting got tonight Or somebody in the club getting shot tonight Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight I'm tasteless; there's beauty in strange places I find beauty in razors I find beauty in blood dripping from ya faces I find beauty in the Qur'an and all of its Aramaic equations I find beauty in twelve gauges I find beauty in teaching you what the definition of pain is I find beauty in stainless steel That can kill and reveal the front of your grill You're brainless, y’all don't wanna test Vinnie Paz patience I crack jaws and swing swords of the ancients Y’all pretended to overstand the matrix Without attempting to overstand its basics We dedicated to cats that's been thugging Vinnie Paz got more hoes then Jim Duggan Y’all been ducking for quite some time now Vinnie 'bout to teach you how to write some rhymes now We aim beams in between your eyebrows Jedi Mind, Sean P combine now It's some real motherfuckers goin rot tonight All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight (x2) "I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me" - Prodigy

turnt down

All the way turned up, all the way turned down Blowing clouds of a smoke like a Ferrari when it burns out White girl brunette, she don't gotta sweat her perm out But she eat my apple when the fucking w-worms out I live in fast lane, fast lane fury Never in court, fuck the judge and the jury My minds in a race cause my time's in a hurry Catch a fish nigga and fry him like he curry Yo, wait until I take off, wait until I take off Bring your bitch along cause I catch her like it's baseball And she run them bases nigga and she run them bases Bitch she bringing home dome on a daily basis Eighty five-year-old rocking RMK flannel With supreme khakis and some Gucci sandals Bitch I'm on a beach and the beach name is fuck I catch an orgasm every time you suck Bitch I'm on the grind like I grind my teeth Put you niggas in tortillas cause I grind my beef And I poke her face just like I'm playing poker Chilling like a villain painting faces like the Joker Tipping on 44's while I'm tipped on Jerry Sailor Smoke so much weed I need a muthafucking inhaler I'm on another level, pull down the leverage Bitch I quench the thirsty pass the muthafucking beverage

coupure electrique

J'oublie le monde, quand tu fais Fais-moi l'amour, mon amour J'oublie le monde, quand tu fais Fais-moi l'amour, mon amour Comme une, coupure électrique J'oublie le monde, quand tu fais Fais-moi l'amour, mon amour Un moment avec toi, dans le noir Un moment avec toi, dans le noir Comme une coupure électrique T'es la lumière, t'es la lumière J'oublie le monde, quand tu fais Fais-moi l'amour, mon amour J'oublie le monde, quand tu fais Fais-moi l'amour, mon amour Comme une, coupure électrique J'oublie le monde, quand tu fais Fais-moi l'amour, mon amour

how big how blue how beautiful

Between a crucifix and the Hollywood sign, we decided to get hurt Now there’s a few things we have to burn Set our hearts ablaze, and every city was a gift And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline How big, how blue, how beautiful How big, how blue, how beautiful And meanwhile a man was falling from space And every day I wore your face Like an atmosphere around me The satellite beside me And meanwhile a man was falling from space As he hit the earth I left this place Let the atmosphere surround me The satellite beside me What are we gonna do? We've opened the door, now it's all coming through Tell me you see it too We opened our eyes and it's changing the view Oh, what are we gonna do? We opened the door now, it's all coming through How big, how blue, how (beautiful) How big, how blue, how (beautiful) And every city was a gift And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline And meanwhile a man was falling from space And every day I wore your face Like an atmosphere around me I'm happy you're beside me What are we gonna do? We've opened the door, now it's all coming through Tell me you see it too We opened our eyes and it's changing the view Oh, what are we gonna do? We opened the door now, it's all coming through How big, how blue, how beautiful How big, how blue, how beautiful How big, how blue, how... So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up Maybe I'll see you in another life If this one wasn't enough So much time on the other side How big, how blue, how beautiful How big, how blue, how...

two

I'm two Be gone, you see rain I'm two Be gone, you see rain I'm two Be gone, you see rain I'm two Be gone, you see rain

roses

Mind racing, steady chasing, what yo life like? Riding in that new shit you'd probably try to side swipe From the city where they call them fades on sight Pull me over got my rights, got some girls for the night Real niggas for life, get your grip, run that strip Only 1% don't own our shit, get focused man Mama from the ghetto, so she know how to settle Told her when I get on that something that she gone have to let go Looking in the mirror like Casey "what should you write"? Look her right up in her eyes like you should prolly spend the night Her legs and chest, manifest my little stress Young boss kiddo, please don't mess with no middle man Sky so blue, ride so green, money run everything, learn that for Free They call me young C might pull up in a V You would go out and get it if you knew what you could be Flip that O, get that dough, it's a mental plan Young niggas is making grands, everybody waving hands Everybody waving hands, I said everybody waving hands So inspiring, like love that expired And them drugs they acquired to fulfill certain desires I'm rolling till the tires off, hoping I can fight it off Scoping through an opening, trying to take it to a better spot I'm something like, when you come from nothing with that hustling My chick bad, ass look like muffins out the oven Girl, better show me something it ain't up for no discussion And if she did it, for really, I'm still gon' hit it Eventually, all we need, good vibes and energy She trying to rule, but I don't give her an inch of me Peas and carrots get money the green infantry Rose on the beat and I rose from beneath yo Sky so blue, ride so green, money run everything, learn that for Free They call me young C might pull up in a V You would go out and get it if you knew what you could be Flip that O, get that dough, it's a mental plan Young niggas is making grands, everybody waving hands Everybody waving hands, I said everybody waving hands You see them girls watching, everything popping Told that chick sit back, look at all my dreams prosper Way she act like she don't want it, man She should win an Oscar I should win an Emmy every episode I'm swimming Wassup, how you doing? Wave your hands for this boy That's on some new shit, swag so intrusive Jabs so abusive, dreams so elusive (and it was an illusion) Sky so blue, ride so green, money run everything, learn that for Free They call me young C might pull up in a V You would go out and get it if you knew what you could be Flip that O, get that dough, it's a mental plan Young niggas is making grands, everybody waving hands Everybody waving hands, I said everybody waving hands

warzone

Can't you see we livin' in a war zone? Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it Like every weekend it's a man down Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'ma represent it Dedicated, tell 'em,"Hands up, can't breathe Hands up, can't breathe Hands up, can't breathe" Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone? They left his body swangin' down in Piedmont At a Klan rally the day before, but that ain’t mean nothing What they say "a suicide", I say it's genocide Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain’t finna ride They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide That's the difference 'tween us, I'll die to save a million lives Appointed leader when nobody couldn't think of shit I'll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit They pull you over, ask you where your license at Be careful reachin' for it, you know you can die for that And this ain't nothin' new, just got cameras so you can see the shit Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin' where the freedom at This ain't no equality Man you ain't have no justice on your mind when you shot at me But fuck it, this the way it gotta be Hey listen, you won't shoot at them then shoot at me? Boy you are not a G Imagine Trayvon askin' why you followed me Feel threatened, hit him and whip him, that’s when he shot him down Do that to a grown fuckin' man, drop where you stand Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin' If it's a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he understand I'm just a man, and I'm wrong for revenge But I don't get 'em it's like tellin' him to gon' kill again Keep fucking around, it’s going to be on in a minute Boy we livin' in a war zone Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it Like every weekend it's a man down Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'ma represent it Dedicated, tell 'em,"Hands up, can't breathe Hands up, can't breathe Hands up, can't breathe" Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone? This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma Won't go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for? Hold up... I'll wait, I'll wait Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for Watergate The war on drugs was just a war on us Give us all these guns, give us all this dust Change all them laws, lock all of us up Went from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (free Meech) Then hip hop came, that's when we got rich Cause white kids gravitated to it like all us did And that's when they got slick Invented the technology to take our shit Diluted all of the artistry Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton Sterling, killed Philando right in front of the girl And the world saw Everybody's reaction was, "Hell naw" This modern day slavery, the prison publicly traded And the jig's up The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation's just a fuckin' piece of paper Can't you see we livin' in a war zone? Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it Like every weekend it's a man down Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'ma represent it Dedicated, tell 'em,"Hands up, can't breathe Hands up, can't breathe Hands up, can't breathe" Hands up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone?

manifest

Listenin' to my old songs Back when I would talk about Things that hadn't happened yet But now I get to talk about Just got back from South Beach Collins Ave, Shore Club Always celebrating what I want to see more of Took my mom with me Let her soak up all the sunshine Let her watch the rain stop All because her son shined That's what I call foresight That's what I call manifest Movin' to the rhythm Of my intuition Anything I want I Speak into existence That's how I'm living That's how I'm winning Five bands a show now And you know it's going up Plays in the millions Guess I'm finally blowing up Oh what a feeling Ten years makin' beats Patience taste bitter But that after taste is so sweet Could've stopped at anytime Wouldn't have believed this People used to talk down But now I got 'em speechless That's what I call foresight That's what I call manifest Movin' to the rhythm Of my intuition Any thing I want I Speak into existence That's how I'm living That's how I'm winning Look around, everyone soundin' lazy Am I the only one who does themselves on the daily? I don't wanna' hear about these rappers with the same flows Everybody cut, copy, pastin', where'd the game go? I remember when I was a kid that woulda' warranted Excommunication from the game, now they rewarding it Got me so glad I know myself Movin' to the rhythm Of my intuition Any thing I want I Speak into existence That's how I'm living That's how I'm winning

j coles top 25 verses

25. Revenge of the Dreamers - Verse 2 24. Runaway - Verse 3 23. Beautiful Bliss 22. Breakdown - Verse 1 21. Rich Niggas - Verse 2 20. 3 Wishes 19. Cost Me A Lot - Verse 2 18. Tears for ODB - Verse 1 17. Enchanted - Verse 3 16. Rise and Shine - Verse 3 15. Lil Ghetto Nigga - Verse 2 14. The Come Up 13. Heartache - Verse 2 12. The Autograph - Verse 1 11. Let Nas Down - Verse 3 10. Farewell - Verse 2 9. The Badness 8. 2Face - Verse 3 7. Return of Simba 6. Lost Ones - Verse 2 5. I Get Up - Verse 2 4. Looking for Trouble 3. Can I Live - Verse 2 2. Dead Presidents II - Verse 1 1. Lights Please - Verse 2

aladdin sane

Watching him dash away Swinging an old bouquet (dead roses) Sake and strange divine Uh-huh-huh-uh, huh-uh (You'll make it) Passionate bright young things Takes him away to war (Don't fake it) Sadden glissando strings Uh-huh-huh-uh, huh-uh (You'll make it) Who will love Aladdin Sane? Battle cries and champagne Just in time for sunrise Who will love Aladdin Sane? Motor sensational Paris or maybe hell (I'm waiting) Clutches of sad remains Waits for Aladdin Sane (You'll make it) Who will love Aladdin Sane? Millions weep a fountain Just in case of sunrise Who will love Aladdin Sane? Will love Aladdin Sane Love Aladdin Sane Who will love Aladdin Sane? Millions weep a fountain Just in case of sunrise Who will love Aladdin Sane? Will love Aladdin Sane Will love Aladdin Sane They say the lights are oh so bright on Broadway

from the beginning of time until the end of time

"And he will destroy to an extraordinary degree and prosper and perform his will, and he's seen as a sign of the times" "We are living in apocalyptic times. Global warming and a rising nuclear threat among nations that really scare us—the whole middle east, Quagmire, and Jihad, and all of these kinds of things, these are not easy times to live in" Rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch As the snake whispers to her, "Ruby does not fucking exist" So I bit off it's head, then I chewed it, and spit it out Fell to the ground, as I puked up and flipped around Scales started forming, I think that now I am the snake I am the one they call Plague Who will never escape, will forever remain The Omega, the Alpha, the chosen one sent here to reign Who saves all the slaves? Lil Plague breaking chains Jesus Christ was never raised from the dead, he rots away Burn a church and watch the flames, autumn embers turn to grey Wooden crosses in decay, the flock of sheep now fucking slain "Thanks, Tom. Police are requesting that if you see this little eight-year-old boy, you immediately kill him and burn his body—that's all for now." Run up with the motherfucking MAC on attack Shoot back, gat gat, grrra!—he flat Leave them bodies where they lay, let they mothers cry and pray Nina, nina, oh nina, I need you bad up in my life Them heathens that scheming, they breathin' Look dead or somethin' like demons, woah Smash a forty ounce on the cop cars Prolly just popped 'bout five bars, sippin' hydro, got a bad cough Indica dripping down the cigar It's that dope head, drug fiend Mug mean, lonely Shut the fuck up, y'all annoy me "Many prophecy believers feel the end game has already begun." "The focus that the world has now on the rise of the Anti-Christ and the return of Christ, I believe the board is set, and the pieces are about to move."

pretty boy

Oh damn, Goddamn Based God, you got bitches Oh damn, free Gucci Mane One day my partner told me, said B you gon' die with bitches He said you got bitches on deck B He said you're a goddamn pretty boy I will die with thirty bitches on my dick A hundred bitches on my dick, thirty bitches on my dick I got bitches cuh, oh damn I got bitches, oh damn Based God Pretty boy oh damn I got bitches, oh fuck I got hoes like a young ass bitch I can fuck any broad Cause I'm that fuckin' rich I can put her on the map And I make her suck my dick This is young Based God I'm a pretty boy, bitch Hoes out the ass B, you even doing cousins Young Based God fuck your bitch like it's nothin' Hoes on my dick cause I look like Jesus Bitch, I won a million, shouts-out to Regis Based like a God and I'm high like a martian UFO bitch suck my dick like a martian Jack thirty deep and I act like a broad With a chicken head bitch chirpin' me like a frog Ask MySpace, man I get it so explicit Gucci Mane business, make her suck my dizznick Game like Atari, but I ain't with that old shit Knock your bitch head on my dick like the ocean Pretty boy gangster, rich young nigga Hoes suck my dick cause I'm a pussy killer I'm Michael Jordan, my bitches so excited Bitches suck my dick cause my chain look like lightnin' Damn Based God had too many threesomes Powerhouse shorty, knock a ho head in I'mma fuck her like an alien I do the Paris Hilton I'mma make a sex tape Pretty bitch porno, every girl want me Niggas on my dick cause every bitch on me Pay thirty thousand your girl suck my dick cuz XLR I'm from the hood like a Harley Turn my swag on cause I'm so gnarly Young Based God and I'm shutting down the party Bitches suck my nuts cause I look like a prophet Beggin me to fuck her, I told her bitch stop it I'm so pretty you can't even touch me VIP closed off you can’t even hug me Young Based God, running bitches like Rugby Young Based God, I fuck her face like her husband

big rich town

They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven That corner every 15 minutes it move a seven Pure snow, bag it then watch it go Occupational options, get some blow or some hoes Shoot the bowl or the strap, learn to rap or to jack Fuck it, man, in the mean time go ahead and pump a pack This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, that 62 on my count I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her ''baby, I love it'' You're my inspiration, you're my motivation You're the reason that I'm moving it with no hesitation They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while I make a move Manuever around the rats and wolves, I'm from the school Of hard knocks, shots pop, bodies drop Graveyard, pick a block cause niggas want your spots I'm trying to stack shit then I go legit Hollow tip, stuff 'em in a clip case niggas trip My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties I'm supposed to lose, watch me win against the odds All I got is my word, balls and my instinct I'm trying to make it, we already made it my friends think We already on top, I got a bigger plan No more controlled substances or hand to hand White collar visions, game changing mission Big risks, big wins, equal bigger living Perfect position, watch me transition From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it

lets get lifted

I've got something new for you When it hits you won't know what to do Relax let me move you Don't resist it's in the air Just one taste will take you there Let it flow right through you I know your getting tired of the same old thing But I'm gon' break the rules gonna change the game You'll be screaming my name And I'm gonna take you places that you've never seen You couldn't picture this in your wildest dreams Don't fear cause you're here with me Let's get lifted (Lifted) Ohh I'm gonna get you high I'm really gonna blow your mind We'll get lifted (Lifted) Your gonna feel it in your soul And baby you will lose control We'll get lifted (High) And once you take a hit of this You won't ever wanna quit You'll be so addicted Then I'll have you spinning round and round Crazy making freaky sounds You won't want to come down And then I'll have you seeing things and hallucinating Even walking funny 'cause your legs are shaking All night we'll be blazin' I'll take you for a walk to the other side We can get high and enjoy the ride Hold tight and we'll be alright We'll get lifted (Lifted) Ohh I'm gonna get you high I'm really gonna blow your mind We'll get lifted (Lifted) Your gonna feel it in your soul And baby you will lose control We'll get lifted (High) So come and go with me (So much I wanna show you I'll take you there high) Yeah I'll take you there come on let me take you there I will show you (So much I wanna show you I'll take you high, high) Yeah I'll take you there come on let me take you there I will show you (So much I wanna show you I'll take you high, high) Yeah I'll take you there come on let me take you there (So much I wanna show you I'll take you high, high)

2004 tim westwood freestyle

I told her to drive over after dude crib Bring a couple new friends Them last girls was too thick How you expect me to hit? You wanna watch Clueless I wanna watch Foolish Excuse me, miss, I don't appreciate your rudeness But if you strip, I will appreciate your nudeness I heard the best head come from girls that is toothless Yeah my game ruthless, yeah my car roofless Spit that "Through The Wire" over Chaka Khan, ruthless She said she had a friend look like Janet Jackson That bitch came over lookin' more like Freddie Jackson Nah, nah, nah, baby, won't be no time for no action I'm just gon' play this "Slow Jamz," holla at your man Old school like Melle Mel Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel Or DC, PG, or ATL Back in Chi, I mean my life like a magazine Honey wanna know the details about my ebony Well that's XXL Father penthouse, yeah that's upscale Mademoiselle got a hell of a black tail I'm feelin' the vibe, her body and soul I heard you stay in a metropolitan home Well let's kill all the pollyin', I offer you a Cosmopolitan Let's jet out the club, get some oxygen Your friends say I'm a player, you'd be lucky to keep me You know people gon' be talkin' 'bout us weekly My car be in a robbery P-O-R-T but what's more important to me is that Don't be comin' 'round my girl tryna act like Mr. Friendly And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley I spotted her like Spud McKenzie And for them fake boobies, I paid them Benjis Get your own I got Paris, he got Nicky, he tried to get him a clone He said, "Ye, you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold" From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus niece Can I please say my peace? If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased And this one here is a heat rock, spit like a beatbox The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock But for that Benz I get CL love So I switched my girls around like 3L dub My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend My freak girl told me now she's a Christian My white girl wanna move back to Michigan I'm pullin' girls off the bench like a 6th man I'm in the club pullin' the same old two step While Omegas doin' the same old Q step I had my money on my mind, I was thinkin' green She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green I want a good girl, she want a gentleman We sayin' the same thing like a synonym I wasn't really spittin' game, I was scrimmagin' My penmanship is so hard it needs censorship I'm a Chicagoan 'til Chicago wins 'Til we blow like Chicago wind I don't know what's better, gettin' laid or gettin' paid I just know when I'm gettin' one the other's gettin' away I have to say, we goin' to mass today We have to pray, these niggas is wack and aye I have to say Since Pac passed away Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me First of all, let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe You see the whiskey, had them girls feelin' frisky You was with me, she said, "Who's your sensei?" And even if they wanna get busy And freaky like Missy and roll some weed up You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy Your girl don't like me? How long has she been gay? Spanish girls ask me, "No habla ingles" And everybody wanna run to me for their sin-glay It's funny how these wack niggas need my help Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself Dawg if I was you I wouldn't feel myself Dawg if I was you I'd kill myself That Ethiopian chick drinkin' straight up liquor I told her I'm Nigerian, that's straight up nigga She claimed she ain't hear me on "The Bounce" with Jigga She claimed she ain't see me on the basement with Tigga Them both my niggas, I suppose I might have been doin' a lil' frontin' for the hoes When I flip flows, I rip shows And your girlfriends, can I hit those? I don't know if it's me, or do them Uggs Got girl's feets lookin' like sheepskin rugs Some rhyme with her name, some rhyme nameless Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous My apologies, are you into astrology? Cause umm... I'm tryna make it to your anus See that's a little Don Juan game All across your chest like Sean John's name Niggas tryna figure out since Kan' came Who the rookie of the year: me or LeBron James? They said, "Woah don't get caught up in the hype" Ain't no tellin' they gon' love you after tonight Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga, live your life Cause I'm livin' international, nigga, the American dream All my dawgs is livin' vicariously through me If I get head from Drene, that's one for the team Cause 702, that's one for the crew My dawg Hip-Hop really love Claudette So if I ever get to smash, this fuck's for you I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive Cause like a Brinks truck, they know there's money inside I'ma take a little intermission I'ma let y'all just talk about how good I rap for a minute and I'ma come back So I dropped out of school cause I'm tryna eff the tutor Her ex man drove a Mercury Cougar I hit her with this maneuver, he just couldn't recuper' I'm tryna stab one like Jack The Ripper I'm tryna stab two like Jack The Tripper My nigga Tone been locked for a minute He come home, he from the skreets, he gon' want him some skrippers And I'm a big tipper, I don't even be trippin' This my first real Rolex, it don't even be tickin' This my first pair of earrings I can wear in the shower Without 'em cloudin' up in a half an hour So that basically mean my paper gettin' jean 4 Gs in the Rocawear jeans This top red hot like Anthony Kiedis You see this? These are the sweetest Adidas We fire, y'all retire All ugly people, please be quiet Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired I got a track right now that could save Mya Laughs I do though...

hallelujah money

Here is our tree That primitively grows And when you go to bed Scarecrows from the far east Come to eat Its tender fruits And I thought the best way to perfect our tree Is by building walls Walls like unicorns In full glory and galore And even stronger Than the walls of Jericho But glad then my friend Out in the field, we shall reap a better day What we have always dreamt of having Are now for the starving It is love, that is the root of all evil But not our tree And thank you, my friend For trusting me Hallelujah (Hallelujah) Hallelujah money (Past the chemtrails) Hallelujah money (Hallelujah money) Hallelujah money (Hallelujah money) Hmmm Hallelujah money (Hallelujah) Hallelujah money (Oooh) How will we know? When the morning comes We are still human How will we know? How will we dream? How will we love? How will we know? Don't worry, my friend If this be the end, then so shall it be Until we say so, nothing will move Ah, don't worry It's not against our morals It's legally tender Touch, my friend While the whole world And whole beasts of nations desire Power When the morning comes We are still human How will we know? How will we dream? How will we love? How will we know? (Hallelujah money) Hallelujah money (Past the chemtrails) Hallelujah money (Hallelujah money) Hmmm Hallelujah money (Hallelujah money) Hallelujah money (Oooh) Hallelujah money Hallelujah money Hallelujah Hallelujah money! (Cries)

faceshot

I'ma run this one all way down Non-stop, you know what I'm sayin'? See how I'm comin'? (I just told Richie we rich) Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah) I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah) I fuck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah) Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah) Push start, big foreign (Big foreign) In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40) Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars) My entourage all dope boy (D-boy) Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (Skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (Skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay' up (Skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up (Yee) Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (Skrrt) I go shoppin' in Europe, nigga, I ain't cheap (Skrrt) Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (Skrrt) Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet I fuck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G Motherfuck them hoes, we treat 'em like the police Motherfuckin' throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah) I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah) I fuck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah) Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah) Push start, big foreign (Big foreign) In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40) Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars) My entourage all dope boy (D-boy) Skrrt, skrrt, that's my wrist talkin' (That's talkin') Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin' (Moonwalkin') Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (That new forty) Skrrt, skrrt, they goin' 730 (730) Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730) I'm Young Pluto, bitch, I'm trappin' out Chanel (730) One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I'm very rare (True story) Ayy, fuck a dog collar, nigga, I'm a bear (Dog) Ain't gon' front, I brought out the egg beater (Huh) Rich nigga but I'm seein' dead people (Ain't gon' front) Majority all these models all head eaters (Yeah, yeah) Half of these bitches sleepin' with the Grim Reaper (Woo) Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (Woo) Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (Woo) You not upper echelon, you not a don neither We gettin' the same money as Illuminati ('Luminati) He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (Catch a body) They gon' double up the money for the faceshot (For the faceshot) They gon' kidnap his wife for the safe spot (For that safe spot) Tell 'em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (Yeah, I hate thots) Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah) I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah) I fuck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah) Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah) Push start, big foreign (Big foreign) In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40) Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars) My entourage all dope boy (Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy)

believe it

All I talk about is money Cause that's all I know I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber please believe it A quarter million hangin' on my collar A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) Okay I woke up this morning, time to get this money Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made about 20 I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me I say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we on I said I be on my way, break a brick down in all zones And I got work, I got work And I got pills, and I got purp And I got goons that's on my team And they gon' kill like I got murked If I say so, and I say go And they go ham, and I lay low I drop that work off in that toaster I let go of my eggo And this for sale nigga 28 grams on my scale nigga Come and get it all I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber please believe it A quarter million hangin' on my collar A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) Hold on wait a minute You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building Feel me? Ho nigga wanna knock you off Hate the way a nigga love to ball Art of war, common law Straight killer thats mama fault Dope boy in my DNA Straight chips, Frito Lay 8 clips, ay Jose Hector my amigo straight Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco I got that Justin Bieber please believe it I (h)ate that pussy can you keep a secret Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber please believe it A quarter million hangin' on my collar A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean Niggas sellin' that China white Fuck around with that Yao Ming Bad bitch and she talk dirty Talk dirty, her mouth clean I was sellin' that white shit Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams Spend Iguodala on my Rolly Young nigga ball like Kobe Riding round me and Chino And my young nigga Goldie Hot whips you ain’t seen though Limo thats my Rolly Two-eleven on yo bitch Turn yo head she stolen My neck look like a light show My pocket, they need lipo I stand tall, no Eiffel And them goons go wherever I go Ya'll niggas pussy like dyke hoes All we know is get paid nigga I ball hard like LeBron James And Rozay D-Wade nigga I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo I got that Justin Bieber please believe it A quarter million hangin' on my collar A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)

walked in ready

Brrt JBan$ Ooh, yeah, yeah Lil Boat, Lil Pump Woo, woo, woo, woo Esskettit Lil Boat, Lil Pump Lil Boat, Lil Pump JBan$, woo Yeah I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready Two pistols, two beans, Armageddon Yeah, walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready Two pistols, two beans, Armageddon Uh, yeah, walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Uh, wooh, load it up, load it up Chopsticks, tote it up Bullets make 'em open up Uh, ooh, coupe colored just like a coconut Woo, tell her anything just to bust a nut Fuck around, fuck around with them fuck arounds Pull up, got a hundred round for a whole count Three rings on like a World Series champ Thuggin' hard on the internet, get your shirt damp Nigga neck lit like lamp Better do the right thing, Spike Lee Nigga walked in 'bout a hundred deep Feelin' like Mike T, swingin' at a nigga's teeth I only pop out every once a while Niggas love hating every once a while Fuck a nigga stepdad's main child All 'cause a young nigga's background I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready Two pistols, two beans, Armageddon Yeah, walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready Two pistols, two beans, Armageddon Uh, yeah, walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, bitch I'm Wocked and ready Hundred round drum gon' hit you in the belly My wrist cost more than your mom's new Chevy Sippin' on Wok made my head feel heavy Wrist so cold, wrist so cold My neck so froze, feel like the north pole Trap still jumpin', call me on the metro Niggas mad at me 'cause I smashed they ho Uh, walked in ready Chopstick, chopstick, been knew how to chef it Twenty on my wrist, work Audemar Piguet me Your diamonds look cloudy, I'm shining, I'm flexing Bitch, lil bitch I got all these bands in my wrist I'm poppin', I think I'm the shit Me and my gangster post up on the six, bitch I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready Two pistols, two beans, Armageddon Yeah, walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready Two pistols, two beans, Armageddon Uh, yeah, walked in ready Walked in ready, I had walked in ready

being for the benefit of mr kite

For the benefit of Mr. Kite There will be a show tonight on trampoline The Hendersons will all be there Late of Pablo Fanque's Fair, what a scene Over men and horses hoops and garters Lastly through a hogshead of real fire! In his way Mr. K. will challenge the world! The celebrated Mr. K Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate The Hendersons will dance and sing As Mr. Kite flies through the ring don't be late Messrs. K. and H. assure the public Their production will be second to none And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz! The band begins at ten to six When Mr. K. performs his tricks without a sound And Mr. H. will demonstrate Ten somersets he'll undertake on solid ground Having been some days in preparation A splendid time is guaranteed for all And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill

back like that

Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man And let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird, you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'nigga, you know me' Stop fronting for them niggas outside like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a nigga went to war, vest banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Fuckin' with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That shit, you just don't do Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Yeah, you see, this for the knucklehead Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself... Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now... Word up, and when I see money I'mma hang him upside down, it's on And not because of you neither, you know You don't even need that... it's real Yeah... got my swagger back and all that Theodore for life, yo, yeah Get that tattoo off ya back and all that Take that off, you ain't Theodore no more Youknowhatimean?

stop snitchin remix

Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh) I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away Type of nigga so bitch, he should put "bitch-made" on his license plate (Bitch) From that real shit, you bitch niggas play hide and seek (Bitch ass niggas) Me and bitch niggas, we don't conversate Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (Bitch ass nigga) But nah, nigga, I'm a real nigga, I had to bag up weight You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (Bitch) I can't stand how bitch niggas operate You's a bitch (Bitch), your mama know you a bitch (Bitch) Your girl even know you a bitch (Bitch) I don't know how she suck your dick, pause You got caught with some shit (Shit) With your best friend and your clique (Clique) Y'all got caught hittin' a lick (Hit) Everybody went down 'cause you snitched (Aw) Whoever raised you ain't do a good job at that (That) Whoever raised you need to get slapped Karma is a bitch and she gon' get you, nigga, just like that 'Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh) Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga (Uh-huh) I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga (Yeah) I'm bringin' real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga (Uh-huh) You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol (Hah) I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I'm cookin' with her She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin' dinner (Mmh) Two hours later, you on IG takin' pictures with her (Yeah) Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that's breakfast in bed (Yeah) Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared (Hah) You play with me, you gotta go, I ain't gotta say it (Nope) I pull it out, bitch, I'ma blow, so watch how you play it, you lil'... Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh) Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

off the strength

Mm-mm Yeah yeah Yuh yuh Lately I've been pulling all these women off the strength Walk in the club, the DJ got me spinning off the strength Jumped in the game and lately I've been winning off the strength Ain't gotta' chase the money, I just make it off the strength And lately I've been pullin all these women off the strength Walk in the club, the DJ got me spinning off the strength Jumped in the game and lately I've been winning off the strength Ain't gotta' chase the money, I just make it off the strength What you think I been on my puffy white linen shit South Beach, tan, gold chains, life's different Made a couple million before I turned 24 In less than a year Imma' have twenty more Mr. Manifest Built this from the ground up But never give my hands a rest Spirit never shakes, it's a mannequin Off the strength This feels different My women different Man my deals different Don't compare me I'm a rare breed Lately I've been pulling all these women off the strength Walk in the club the DJ got me spinning off the strength Jumped in the game and lately I've been winning off the strength Ain't gotta' chase the money I just make it off the strength And lately I've been pullin all these women off the strength Walk in the club the DJ got me spinning off the strength Jumped in the game and lately I've been winning off the strength Ain't gotta' chase the money I just make it off the strength What you think I remember gettin' treated poorly I remember bitches would ignore me I was always, always on my own dick Now they always always tryna' clone this I leveled up Just ask my agents Ask my accountant for the statements Ask Milan how basements turn to Vegas Strip, strip, strip, strip Off the strength These women naked Wire transfers got two commas Momma I made it Tell Gianna pick it out Swipe, swipe fuck the price tag I fly your girl out and then she flys back Then I resume to robes cigars and ocean balconies I dropped out and make 50 times my teachers salary Bachelor without the piece of paper Just a lotta' funds I might go to tootsies throw a lotta' ones You did your best, you did your best But I felt neither Off the strength Imma' get Adele features Lately I've been pulling all these women off the strength Walk in the club the DJ got me spinning off the strength Jumped in the game and lately I've been winning off the strength Ain't gotta' chase the money I just make it off the strength And lately I've been pullin all these women off the strength Walk in the club the DJ got me spinning off the strength Jumped in the game and lately I've been winning off the strength Ain't gotta' chase the money I just make it off the strength What you think I remember gettin' treated poorly I remember bitches would ignore me I was always, always on my own dick Now they always always tryna' clone this

still hot

Big money, head shots Big time, rollie watch Fifty niggas, fifty spots Hundred G's, hundred blocks I'm an old head but I'm still hot Stunt a nigga, and I never stop Getting money, throwing ones Extra clips, extra drums I'm filthy nigga, with an AK Round my waist, she will stay Imagine niggas, bags niggas Imagine niggas, with swag niggas Imagine nigga, we smash niggas Big money nigga, out on the dash nigga Big money nigga, built to last nigga Big money, blow a hundred grand nigga : Everytime we move nigga Everytime we groove nigga Pull up, pussy, nigga move nigga Get up nigga, we cruise nigga Yacht folks, and we nigga Get with us, and you lose nigga Catch a body, no clues nigga Paradise on Earth Diamonds on my little Tell my don't work Tell my it's work Flashy cars, with the flashy doors Pops nigga, was a dope boy Everyday we woke boy Everyday we sold boy Big money, head shots Big time, rollie watch Fifty niggas, fifty spots Hundred G's, hundred blocks I'm an old head but I'm still hot Stunt a nigga, and I never stop Getting money, throwing ones Extra clips, extra drums I'm filthy nigga, with an AK Round my waist, she will stay Imagine niggas, bags niggas Imagine niggas, with swag niggas Imagine nigga, we smash niggas Big money nigga, out on the dash nigga Big money nigga, built to last nigga Big money, blow a hundred grand nigga : Told my lemons gon' slide nigga Grab a tool and go ride, nigga Put them niggas inside nigga Make them niggas go hide, nigga 100G's and we hide nigga 100 mil and we fly nigga We living life and we live nigga Move work, she done work Pull in work, get the work From the dirt, we'll wet your shirt Load the purse, ride the hearse Real nigga, we hit it first Been in comas, we did the work Mastermind, I make it work Big money, head shots Big time, rollie watch Fifty niggas, fifty spots Hundred G's, hundred blocks I'm an old head but I'm still hot Stunt a nigga, and I never stop Getting money, throwing ones Extra clips, extra drums I'm filthy nigga, with an AK Round my waist, she will stay Imagine niggas, bags niggas Imagine niggas, with swag niggas Imagine nigga, we smash niggas Big money nigga, out on the dash nigga Big money nigga, built to last nigga Big money, blow a hundred grand nigga

the plan

One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply Feel like I lived for this moment I see it in their eyes, them other guys don't want it My style they can crown it, but can't dethrone it I was aiming for the top and now I I I'm on it What a powerful performance I was in my zone, send flowers for opponents Tell 'em "Get well soon" Cause I ain't in the mood So if you read that word backwards then it should spell 'doom' I'm on fire, y'all can inhale fumes, as I zoom by ya As you thinking, 'Who's higher?' Fueled by a desire you should admire That's why I'm what they aspire to be 'fore they retire A livin' legend, with God givin' blessings And game so cold they probably watching this in Heaven Expecting the incredible, so baby watch me do that And make the Angels say 'Lord, how he do that?' One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply A champion's mentality And so I'm scoring, ignoring the fact you're fouling me And one, where I go you can't come I was schooling your father boy, that make you my grandson I've been around the block twice, now my shot nice No referee but best believe out here I got stripes Now that they finally consider me a legit scorer Would you believe I started off as a bench-warmer? Have me feelin' like Master Splinter Now the haters and commentators say 'there's a winner' Hey, hard work pay off, now I don't take a day off I rest not, I guess that's why your best shot? Way off These are the things that dreams are made of The sweep, no time for sleep, when you're elite If what you reap is what you sow, then what was you expecting? Expect to come in second While I become a legend One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply Why don't you reach for the sky? You don't believe you can fly? I guess I'll see you when you get here I guess I'll see you when you get here Why don't you reach for the sky? You don't believe you can fly? I guess I'll see you when you get here I guess I'll see you when you get here One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply

rugrats

Окей, окей Окей, эй Ох уж эти детки Оу, оу, оу Ох уж эти детки Ох уж эти детки Оу, оу, оу Оу, оу, оу Оу, оу, оу Ох уж эти детки Ох уж эти Ох уж эти детки Оверсайз сетка Рабица, таблетки Эд Харди кепка Чем пахнет кенга Кэш карты пейпа Папу видит редко Слэш под опекой Ох уж эти детки Паттерны, слепки Греется затылок На мне снайперские метки Всеми перегружен И мне нужно самых редких Беру посвежее Мне не нужны объедки Фокус на рваных штанах Вспышка, расфокус, бриллианты Фокус на темных очках Фокус на баленсиаге Фокус на цепи из стали Надписи, бейджи, кристаллы Джанки за двести, устал я Топчем в дощатом подвале Этот похож на Федяя Эти похожи на Фару Тема, ты явно устал Сматывай удочки к маме Bassline bag, на ней Раф и берет Клатч, cocaine, бейб дружит, как дрель Ох уж эти детки Ох уж эти детки Оу, оу, оу Ох уж эти детки Оу, оу, оу Ох уж эти детки Оу, оу, оу Ох уж эти детки Окей, окей, окей Погубят тебя лэйм сигареты во тьме Окей, окей, окей Погубят тебя лэйм сигареты во тьме Портят каждый день Погубят тебя лэйм сигареты во тьме Ох уже эти детки Оу, оу, оу Ох уж эти детки

babys daddy

"Hi Marcus" "Oh, wassup?" "Um, there's something I wanted to ask you" "Uh, what is it?" "Um, could you do me a favor? Oh no, no, no! Marcus? What? Will you be my baby daddy And be the one to always make me happy? Ho, hell no! Will you watch SpongeBob with him And then teach him how to make a Krabby Patty? Ho, hell no! Even though I got stretch marks Would you still be down to get nasty? Ho, hell no! Shit, I'm mad enough to throw elbows Please? No! Please? No! Hold up, throw me the mic, I got a flow to recite You got a baby by a nigga that you don't even like A broke nigga who thuggish, always be talkin' rubbish Steady be causing ruckus, all because you were sluttish Jesus, I can't believe this, freak shit! That's the same motherfucker that you had cheated on me with! (What?!) I knew this would happen without a question But you said, "I never have sex without protection" Bitch please, you left me flowing down shits creek You sex driven like a big freak Plus our relationship has been breached, you took a big leap And rumor has it you sucked his dick then kissed me And now I'm s'pose to be the father and the mental guide Like, "Sure, I'll take care of the little guy" Shit, you ain't puttin' me through the stress I put your baby in a pillow case and beat it to death, bitch Marcus? What? Will you be my baby daddy And be the one to always make me happy? Ho, hell no! Will you watch SpongeBob with him And then teach him how to make a Krabby Patty? Ho, hell no! Even though I got stretch marks Would you still be down to get nasty? Ho, hell no! Shit, I'm mad enough to throw elbows Please? No! Please? No! I'm far from a fuckin' life saver Not you're friendly neighbor, but yet you called me during your labor It's not my issue, take me off the menu I'm not the one who put the motherfucker in you I'm not a mean guy, hate to sound that foul But I don't give a fuck about that child (You damn right) See you chose him, then he fucked you, tag, you’re it Too bad his dick didn't have any insurance You knew that he was just a lame nigga prior to it Now your ass hittin' me up thinking I would do it Hoping we gonna spark it off like some lighter fluid That's kinda stupid, face the facts, bitch, your life is ruined And don't be callin' me like, "My life's a crazy blur Rashad don't take care of the baby and makes me hurt I wish that me and you could go back to the way we were" Shit we can, just get rid of the baby first Marcus? What? Will you be my baby daddy And be the one to always make me happy? Ho, hell no! Will you watch SpongeBob with him And then teach him how to make a Krabby Patty? Ho, hell no! Even though I got stretch marks Would you still be down to get nasty? Ho, hell no! Shit, I'm mad enough to throw elbows Please? No! Please? No! Now I won't be your baby's daddy, I'm not the one But you can still give me some head and maybe swallow some cum And if you want it, then I can deliver quite clean But don't ever send the baby to find me Yo Do you remember when I told you I would love you forever And broke up with my girlfriend Heather Kicked her to the curb, and then I got with you thinkin' you were better And found out you were a heart shredder Yeah, I felt really stupid after that Became the nigga that my crew was laughin' at, I was foolish, that's a fact (Yup) So this is karma, you been on my shit list So ha ha ha ha, that's what you get, bitch Marcus? What? Will you be my baby daddy And be the one to always make me happy? Ho, hell no! Will you watch SpongeBob with him And then teach him how to make a Krabby Patty? Ho, hell no! Even though I got stretch marks Would you still be down to get nasty? Ho, hell no! Shit, I'm mad enough to throw elbows Please? No! Please? No! Hey, that's life You fuck me over He fucked you, you got pregnant Now you're fucked You had me You had me, that's the funny thing about it And you blew it Ha ha ha

the nana song

Tell me why my dimes look pregnant That niggas know that my connect Mexican Hoes with light complexion little to no melanin Smoking on the purple the herbal is so elegant Intelligent bitches from college that study medicine Drop it in they face like visine medicine In your hood liquor store, cop a slice of pizza Skinnys on playing with the rockets like Ariza Nigga don't confuse it, think it's just music Niggas think hip hop is book-bags and chew-sticks Fiends out front beg for change for our rows Ain't talking about flowers let 'em hold a couple dollars It's like it's Catch Phrase, roll a sack of haze Fuck tomorrow dog, we ain't promised today So tell me what's the reason these niggas eating I feel like the whole damn industry teasing I used to cop a nick bag and pull two out it Man, these rap niggas jewelry looking too cloudy Sitting in the Audi, L.A. at the do over Throwing up the middle finger yelling "Fuck Oprah" You in the hood nigga, trying to get your buzz up I'm at the Standard nigga, two bitches with they tops up And watch 'em treat each other like the buffet While you doing calling orders at the Coney Hoes say the dick so huge That you can package pre-orders up through the roof So keep sleeping on me, I'mma wake up with your bitch Rolling over, asking her "Know how to make grits?" Nigga I'm the shit, so homie don't piss me Eat pussy so good, none of my hoes kiss me Lick your bitch or I'mma be eating The next time you call that ho a be teasing like

we

Yeah, word, yeah You grab the Ciroc, you grab the Henny We just walked in the building You grab the Ace, you grab the Remy We just fucked up the party We brought hoes to the party We fuck bad bitches only We brought drugs to the party We just fucked up the party She had the nerve to tell me spill the beeeaanns So she could grab one or two I'm a money making machiiinnnne Simon says get your shit together Do I got girls in here for me? Yessir! Is the set in here for me? Yessir! Ole Giuseppe stepping motherfucker Two girls in wonderland,blowing smoke on one another And they talking brand spanking new Boy I got the sauce, fuck yo juice (woo -woo) We killed that swag shit in '93 Now we got yo whole set body rocking You grab the Ciroc, you grab the Henny We just walked in the building You grab the Ace, you grab the Remy We just fucked up the party We brought hoes to the party We fuck bad bitches only We brought drugs to the party We just fucked up the party Look who showed up to crash the party Too many cars for valet parking Twenty cars deep, we at the party Bad bitches only, no local thotties We like the girls who go to college We let em drink up all the vodka Popped a bean, she's talking proper Got so high, I almost lost her Fell off in the party drunk before it even started This the life we chose, drugs, money, models, bottles Woo! I'm that Remy drinking motherfucker Pop the cork and let it bubble, let me fill yo cup up Girls kissing girls, and they kissing Jimmy You not in my section, can you mind your fucking business Who gon be my driver when I hit the freeway? I grab the styrofoam and mix it like a DJ You grab the Ciroc, you grab the Henny We just walked in the building You grab the Ace, you grab the Remy We just fucked up the party We brought hoes to the party We fuck bad bitches only We brought drugs to the party We just fucked up the party

i try

I try, I try I try, I try DJ on the beat so it's a banger I try, yeah I try, yeah I try, yeah I try All in my head, I'm thinking Dealing with these thoughts, tryna focus on breathing How you gon' give up? You're not even trying, trying Shawty wanna go with me Say she wanna travel 'round the globe with me It's cool, come rule the underworld with me I can't imagine no other girl with me Come get these diamonds and these pearls with me I said come rule the fuckin' world with me, with me, with me I try, yeah I try, yeah I try, yeah I try, yeah Bitch, I'm a dog, you cannot save me, don't ever play me I got two Glocks with two forties, they shoot 'bout eighty Bitch, I'm West, seven piece combo, that's on the gang, B Don't give a fuck, these niggas mad 'bout petty change, B And I can't let change change me, this shit so brazy Growing up where I live, I see strange things Growin' up without shit to having diamond rings, oh Oh my God I try, I try I try, I try, try I try, yeah I try, yeah I try, yeah I try I try, yeah I try, yeah I try, yeah I try, yeah, try Huh, yeah, try Huh, yeah, try Yeah, 'til I die Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah DJ on the beat so it's a banger

lightskin lil wayne

Fuck you gon' stand next to a nigga like me that really do it, and you don't do it? Get the fuck from by me, man Hello, motherfucker, what's my name? (What's my name?) In the Rolls, asking bitches how I came (How I came) Got a king size bed on the plane (On the plane) She'll get deplaned if she complain (Don't complain) My diamonds shining, we ain't pay the same (The same) Got a Jay-Z watch, it changed the game (The game) Yeah, big dawg status, get it appraised (Appraised) Told that bitch these ain't braids, she gon' fuck for the fame (Woo) I'm the cane cane sugar mane, ice in the ring I'ma bang bang, let it bang, bust it on your face (Baow) Watch what you say, what you say to me, you gon' feel the bank (Baow) Told that nigga give me space, shoot it pocket corner eight (Yeah) Money in the Chase, big weight by the waist (Woah) If she got a fat ass, put the icing on the cake (Ice) I'm a pussy fanatic, get obsessed with the baddest (Yeah) Put it so deep, told her don't be dramatic (Hah) How you feel? How you feel? I'ma make a film with her Keep it real, keep it real, you ain't really real, nigga What's the deal? What's the deal? I'm a big deal, nigga (Skrrt) Ice, ice, ice, she wanna chill with a nigga, ayy Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne) I'm the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne) I gotta touch it if them titties fake (If it's fake) I don't do this shit to entertain (Entertain) Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne) I'm the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne) High as a star on a plane (On a plane) I don't do this shit to entertain (Entertain) Got that mack game, bitches call me Mack Maine (Yeah) And I slide on your block like a nigga that skate And you know my campaign, got a bitch in every state (Yeah) Got your bitch in her lace, she gon' bend, I don't break (Nope) Dear God, pray for all my enemies (Yeah) They gon' fall to they death, she gon' fall to her knees (Ah) I got blessed by the best and I'm fallin' asleep (Yeah) A nigga been hot since 500 Degreez (Ah) How you feel? How you feel? I'ma make a film with her Keep it real, keep it real, you ain't really real, nigga What's the deal? What's the deal? I'm a big deal, nigga (Skrrt) Ice, ice, ice, she wanna chill with a nigga, ayy Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne) I'm the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne) I gotta touch it if them titties fake (If it's fake) I don't do this shit to entertain (Entertain) Soaking bitches with the champagne (Champagne) I'm the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne) High as a star on a plane (On a plane) I don't do this shit to entertain (Entertain) Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck, yeah, yeah Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck, yeah, ayy Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck, yeah, yeah Diamonds on my, di'-diamonds on my neck I don't give a fuck about what they do How can they be better? I don't... I breathe this shit I'm in the studio right now, B I just done a song with Shakira and Beyoncé I just got off 106 premiering my new video today I switched hoodies and tennis shoes and came to the fuckin' studio, not the club The studio, nigga

orange moon

I'm an orange moon I'm an orange moon Reflecting the light of the sun Many nights he was alone Many, many, many nights His light was too bright so they turned away And he stood alone Every night and every day Then he turned to me He saw his reflection in me And he smiled at me when he turned to me Then he said to me How good it is, how good it is How good it is, how good it is I'm an orange moon I'm brighter than before Brighter than ever before I'm an orange moon and I shine so bright Cause I reflect the light of my sun I praise the day, he turned my way And smiled at me He gets to smile and I get to be orange Da da da do dee How good it is, how good it is How good it is, how good it is How good it is, how good it is How good it is, how good it is Shine so bright He ruled the day, I ruled the night Shine, shine, shine How good it is, how good it is How good it is, how good it is How good it is, how good it is How good he is, how God he is How good it is, how good it is How good he is, how God he is How good it is, how good it is How good he is, how God he is How good it is, how good it is I'm an orange moon I'm brighter than before, brighter Reflecting the light of the sun Smile at me

marble cake freestyle

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all Check the jewelry set Mixed with Perignon and champagne collection Wine rack, 18 karat, check the desk Press that button right there, grab a Beck's Legendary alive Silks on frontin' at LIV, still the flyest Black Gatti seats violent Wu pirate, boo pilot, check the nigga drive out Realer shits, they whip me Keep it real, dealerships, they dig me Dungaree bling, monster king Walk through the joint, get praised like Jah rollin' weed Leathers in all flavors Taught niggas how to get fly and flip spaceships Rock mad diamonds and strive, see the bracelet Ask Ghost where the evil come from, don't say shit Caesar's, no skeezers I could get you barred from Europe, no visas Take a little piece of your world, change your season Put a fresh tech to your face, now squeeze this Peace to my nigga 40 Sixty others keep it a buck, what's real? Call me Fila suits, day one, just a shorty Eat skirt stakes with snakes, Gore-teezys Yes, Gore-tex, techs techs My niggas shoot up the complex Rae's so complex That's right, it's so gracious when a don flex He 'bout checks, feedin' his seeds and family Swiss accounts, livin' in Whistler with the good stuff Sit back and wrote, 20 years later A GOAT now, Capricorn killer on the float Night trips while niggas is sleep I live in a pillage, where niggas cook coke up all week But that's not my lingo, ain't bumpin' no heads like Ochocinco Rather be in Santa Domingo On a beach, newspaper callin' with a few shakers Barbecue wings with a few neighbors Huntin' gear, tryin' to shoot gators Yeah, put 'em on and chop up a few blazers Back to the culture, luxury things that's leanin' Me and my team gon' stay feinin' FILA comin', y'all, we cleanin' Now what's the meanin'? Remember this

the cake

(Money, money, money, money, cake!) I need the cake nigga! The Unit don't play (uh uh!), we rap but we strapped (yep!) Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the MAC Spider got the sweeper and you dyin' to hear it clap (uh huh) You won't have another birthday (cake!) after that (WOO!) 'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act (fuck!) And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the (Money) uh the (money) uh the (money) Uh the (money) uh the (cake!) And you motherfuckers lookin' like steak (WOO!) Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules Don't get moved by the two's blood'll ooze on your shoes Wait (uh huh), control your hate you ain't ridin' in them sixes (why?) 'Cause you spendin' all your (cake!) on them bitches (uh) I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas (uh huh) Banks don't rap with a backpack I'm in it for the (Money) uh the (money) uh the (money) Uh the (money) uh the (cake!) Ha Ha!!! You heard Banks say it so you know I got the MAC I pull or pull out spray hollows at your back I don't give a fuck, it's goin down like that I done been through every hood, dead niggas don't rat In the heart of a victim, murder is monumental I don't complicate shit kid, I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout what I been through Southside trauma, drama with the llamas I conversate with killers, it's usually about life Politic with bonders It's usually about white I'm the poster child for violence, I'm the boy in the poster When them shots start to ring out, I'm the boy with the toaster Yeah listen up kicko, I hustle, I get dough You fuckin' with a sicko, I spaz let a clip go Cannon out the rental, beam to 'yo temple (Money, money, money, money, cake!) I squeeze blow your mental, all over your friends (WOO!) Me I'm from the street (street) where ain't nothin' sweet (sweet) The home for the homi's there's a body every week (week) Now I don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep (creep) Plottin' to pull me over plant the (cake!) in my Jeep (WOO!) So I be skippin' cities seven states in a week (yeah) Can't a motherfucker breathe and tell me I can't eat Show me the (money) uh the (money) uh the (money) uh the (money) uh the (cake!) Nigga slow down, pump ya brakes (yeah!) No mistakes 'cause the Jakes run the plates Then your headed upstate for rollin 'round with a steak (uh huh) Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops (uh huh!) You a bitch ass nigga, the cup (cake!) of the block (WOO!) Any nigga disrespect the clique gettin' shot 'Round here niggas get found upside down over the (Money) uh the (money) uh the (money) Uh the (money) uh the (cake!) WOO! OOOH!

writer in the dark

Break the news—you're walking out To be a good man for someone else Sorry I was never good like you Stood on my chest and kept me down Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd Did my best to exist just for you Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe I still feel you, now and then Slow like pseudo-ephedrine When you see me, will you say I've changed? I ride the subway, read the signs I let the seasons change my mind I love it here since I’ve stopped needing you Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe

intro world war 3 vol 1 lean

Hello world Yeah this your ? You know, it's amazing what's going on out here in these streets You know, you got these boys out here playing They come off the porch not ready I come to find out what it really is They ain't mama's baby, they mama's boy See if they was mama's baby they could learn something, but they mama's boy They don't know when to shut up, they don't know when to get out the way they don't know how to stay in they lane When you come off the porch you got to already be ready Because when you hit these streets... It's on the job training I been juugin', I been makin' plays in exclusive J's Fuck ya bitch and let her rub my waves, I'm stuck in my ways Poppin' molly I've been up for days vampin' wit' the Js Longway, longway, jumpin' off the stage, bitches grabbin' my chain Machine Gun Kelly ride the wave, Guwop fuck up the stage Diamond hittin' neon like a rave, leave a bad bitch in a daze Uno dos cups I'm dazed, ? I blaze Make a big juug at Blaze, John Dillinger still come for your safe FN 20 shots still on my waist Gas bags still comin' in from the bay, E-40 holla back at ya ??? Let's see how many bags she can flip in a day Makin' juug, makin' juug wit' my people Griselda Blanco, El Chapo, clean bricks in, bring nacho Pablo Esco', Gucci Tarantino, makin' juug, compadre, vato Longway! Long, yeah that was Longway man What's happenin'? 1017's finest nigga, Guwop All we do is goddamn make legends nigga (Everything red this summer) We make nothing but classics nigga Street niggas, Trap music fuck nigga Don't get this shit confused wit' no Hip-Hop nigga 2013 nigga, everythang red on my end Red Phantom, red 'rari, red Bentley, red Charger sucka VVS crystals all over me, dope covered with crystals Sticky purp need some scissors, lean so dark look like liquor So I just pulled up in the Enzo ho, Guwop came back in a Bentley on 4s Poured me a 4 and forgot where to go, and I'm dope but I'm lost just like Weezy and Zoe Gucci and PeeWee - new Eazy and Dre, Wee got the uzi and I got the K Like Birdman and Wayne and we hoggin the lane, we sippin and spillin codeine on the plane Fuck the champagne I'm in love with the drank, smoke on some dank because cigarettes stank Fresh prince of the six ? Hillary Bank ? bought me a pint Woke up today a decision to make, I skeet on her chest or I skeet on her face These worrisome-ass bugs keep sucking my blood I need some spray to keep these mosquitoes away I follow the leader, my plug was a teacher He showed me the roads now I'm leading the way 458, this ain't a date, so ho you get dick and Doritos today Baby I'm not president, I ball like George Jefferson Her teeth whiter than a peppermint I buy her a maid, this and that so therefore she ain't coming back Babygirl chasing her a sack Young Thugger Young Thugger, Young Stack is my brother I fuck her, I love her, but I cannot cuff her I pull up on donuts, they take all my orders That lean is my drank and that pussy my supper I like my bitch brown like dumped in Coca Cola Her ass keep clapping, Magnolia Magnolia She walk down that runway, she coming she coming Ain't talkin' no gun but she don't got no tummy Got bricks like a mummy I tell ya father, I slaughter ya daughter I'm with that lay, ain't talkin' to stay, I fuck the yay yay Ay Bloody Jay, you know we go harder We ridin' on Bentleys, we started from MARTA We come from the street, I'm full, I can't eat Ain't nobody starving, Monique Parker Straight like that baby Bitch, ho, slut, whatever you wanna go by Longway! Longway! Longway! All blue on my end nigga MPA, 1017, if you ain't know fool Fuck you sayin'?! Fuck you mean?! (Waaaaann!) John, engineer, go ahead man Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! Turn down for what?! Turn up...

not today

Someday I won't be afraid of my head Someday I will not be chained to my bed Someday I’ll forget the day he left But surely not today One day I won't need a PhD To sit me down and tell me what it all means Maybe one day it'll be a breeze, ah But surely not today, but surely not today Oh, you don’t know what sadness means 'Til you're too sad to fall asleep One day I'll be snoozing peacefully But surely not today, surely not today One day I'll swear the pain will be a blip I'll have the hardest time recalling it I'll be the king of misery management But surely not today One day that song won't make me cry anymore (Oh no no) One day I’ll get up off the bathroom floor (Hey, yeah) Oh, piece by piece I’ll be restored But surely not today, surely not Eh, not today Oh, you don't know what happy means If it’s only in your dreams I'll be acquainted with my jollities But surely not today, yeah, surely not today Surely not-, surely, surely not- Surely not-, surely not today One day the thought of him won't hurt the same Won't need distractions to get through the day I guess I hope I’m gonna be okay 'Cause I'm not today

the essence

AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry) Kiss of Death, motherfucker (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist) Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf Double R, D-Block (1st infantry) Yeah, what, yo, yo... Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it Me? I'm just a young nigga that make old music Uh, shit is real, I put the inf on the 4 Keep it wit' me 'cause possessions 9/10ths of the law Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can Even had a daughter born outta sin Nigga, I make pain cinematic I spit dope and you been a addict; treat beef like jail Summertime, somethin' big with the scope under the winter jacket I use the winter tactics, and I know you tryin' to play the role But bullets the wrong shit to interact wit' I hurt the game, hurt ravines Soon as you murk somethin' these niggas'll chirp Janine Yeah, let 'em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle Move a novel and the wall spin counter-clockwise Might as well go on, go and see papi 'Cause niggas only know three words: "He shot me" (Uh) That's why I be eyein' 'em down No dap, no rap 'cause these niggas be wired for sound But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montega Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo Remember this: "Calmate", ''que te calmo'' mutha-fuckas. What! "Calamate" "que te calmo" Know what that mean, huh? Calm down...before I calm you down! I don't wanna talk much You gettin' hawked up and chopped up Two guns up on your tour bus Heard you got the cops wit'chu—that's a goddamn shame The talk on your album, I thought you had a block wit'chu? Couple niggas to pop wit'chu—you full of shit! And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop wit'chu Waiting for a nigga...wit' a mouth like you When they said you was the hottest, they meant out yo' crew I'm the hardest in New York City Think not? I got a Glock, Sheek Louch style, you walk wit me You bitch niggas will die leery I keep the 9 in the 5 Series Why don't you come work a 9-to-5 wit' me? See, the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too Pop up and put a clip in your mug Hate is different than love, it spread faster—is you gettin' me, cuz? Shit, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave Everybody get it now—fuck it, it's a different day And suck my dick when I ain't got shit to say Niggas think I'm dumb like I ain't put them bricks away Prepared for the war, anxious to kill Bang shit, swing shit, leave you shanked in the grill I ain't give a fuck then or now, when or how How many niggas die? That depend on Styles WHAT! (Sheek: And my nephew Alchemist...) Ayo, I ain't seen nothing yet Niggas all threat—pussy when they sober, thugs when they wet What up, killer? Nigga, please, stop frontin' You don't need a safe to hold 5 G's My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either I don't need it—I just copped a house on a Visa And I ain't go platinum, my first album was a teaser Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he's a Problem—I take out blackheads like a tweezer We'll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you We don't need to dump lead at you, homie You either in or you out of it 'Cause I got a son now, and you fuckin' up a lot of shit I gotta get And I hate for this to get out of hand To have to give it to a nigga I played wit' in the sand Shit, the West Coast barely know the name of our band That's why I spit enough heat to give a nigga a tan A'ight, I know you got mad cake—okay, nigga, AND? Sheek don't give a fuck, I let my gut hang You one day away from lipo and a face tuck This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock Yo, I'm fucked up man! P pass that blunt Yo Busy, where my yak at, son? Fuck that, I'm outta here Let's go... (R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I'm sayin? 1st Infantry bitch (bitch bitch))

cuddle my wrist

Zaytoven Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit' Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my, cu- Cuddle my, cuddle Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist I got that monkey on my back I walk around with 500 racks I keep the city on my shoulders Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks I put a kit on a Bentayga Dr. Miami, the ass fat Nigga wanna play with the Murda Squad Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch Goyard as soon as the bag got packed Zone 6, sure, I ain't showing no slack Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch Real dope dealers don't hang around rats Four by four, sitting taller than a 'Lac Margiela on my toes, sittin' way in the back Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac Glock four-oh, plastic gat VV coated, sitting on my chest Pussy ass niggas don't call no threat I'm a big dog, you ain't nothin' but a pet Weak ass nigga boutta run outta check Tryna keep up, better step up your neck Had to eat it up when I caught the baguettes Snackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to address Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist Fifty-five mil' on my carats I never had to go in the vault Fishscale when you speak my status Future already done picked up the phone We on a regular line, nigga I can't talk to you nothin' 'bout the raw I heard you seen a nigga get flatline You better not tell them none what you saw Soon as I drop, I got flexed up Fuck all that drama, got heat tucked Ice out the hittas, my cuts up Yellow gold Presi, it bust up Young nigga already pushed the Ferrari I came in with the head off Jumbo Patek gon' crush your career All these wheels, got dust on the wheel So many foreigns, a car dealership Poured up my cup when I hopped on the Lear Drippin' severe, the God is here Dic's in here, I got chartered here I got that monkey on my back I walk around with 500 racks I keep the city on my shoulders Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks I put a kid on a Bentayga Dr. Miami, the ass fat Nigga wanna play with the murda squad Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

my chick better

Your bitch bad, your bitch bad Your bitch bad, but my bitch better I said my bitch better, my bitch better My bitch better, my bitch better than yours You even get mad, that's just the way it is You know she walk like that talk like that, dress like the shit She 5'5 got brown eyes you damn right she thick That daytime that night time man anytime she with That's why that YSL and that Louboutin and that Gucci bag she get I ride out she ride out, I'm somewhere she flyin' out Quit me and she wilin' out, I click clack she fired out like (pow pow) My 45 her 9's out like (pow pow) Then stop, like timeout No disrespect to your broad I know she might be your hard But mine is more like my brain, without her man I'm insane Got down bitch and a round ass Shotgun in the ghost while I'm whipping up the coast Passin while I'm whipping up the dope If she run for president I be the first nigga to vote I'm talking watch up grades, she get better with time I write a song about her, probably better my rhymes Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm Move in by myself, a force when we together I was sick of these niggas, of course she made me better I put her in her position others never could be in Couple racks for her shoes but she never been skiing Kind you never be seeing, everything European She look black, white, Spanish, and mixed with Korean I say she the baddest, cause I don't know no better I say she the baddest, and I don't know no better Uh, pulled up smellin' just like Marley Spent all that bread on Givenchy Your bitches more less be basic My bitch fly private rock fly shit That 911 she driving in it Off shore she diving in it Rolex match Rolex I hit the jeweler go buy some minutes Lift weights I pound up in it Hit the walls I climb up in it Applause need a round up in it Ever lost I get found up in it I'm a boss and my lady floss when I take her down in rodeo You would think they was on pay roll They don't close the store till I say so And the car I'm riding is payed for She know I'm high when I'm going places you know I'm fly When you step outside niggas know you fine but they know you mine

john wick

I don't need no shooter, nigga (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) One gunman (a-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) I just dress in all black with my gun, man (woo!) Like John Wick (uh!) All black, one gunman John Wick, that's a bad man All black, one gunman John Wick (baow!) All black, one gunman (black!) John Wick (John Wick!) (uh!) A—a—all black, one gunman John Wick (woo-oop!) All black, one gunman John Wick, gunman (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) All black, one gunman John Wick, one gunman (a-ha ha ha ha ha!) All black, one gunman John Wick, baow, man (woo!) All black, one gunman John Wick (John Wick!) (go!) One man (one man!), Huncho (Huncho!) Truck load (truck load!), ammo (ammo!) All black, suit and tie Don't move in camo (camo!) Gloves on, no evi (no evi!) Trigger finger, forever ready (grah!) One man out the jungle (woo!) One machete turn you to spaghetti (uh!) One bullet, one headshot It's sad to say it made his legs lock (a-ha ha ha ha ha!) (shh!) Don't call the cops (call the cops!) Wrap his body, put it in a box (wrap it up!) If you the Huncho then you make the drop Gotta pay for the dirt that you doin' off top (woo!) I pay for mine when I see his head That's the same way the gladiators did (gladiator!) I'm the gunman but I love the kids (woo!) Quavo Superman, Quavo John Wick (uh!) And you don't want the two to mix (not at all!) Have a Fourth of July on the sixth (pa-pa-baow!) (woo!) When you broke, pay the bills, bitch (bitch!) But when you rich, you can kill shit (rich!) (woo!) I'm John Wick with the black tints Got gun peepholes on my car kits (woo!) All black, one gunman John Wick, that's a bad man All black, one gunman John Wick (baow!) All black, one gunman John Wick (John Wick) All black, one gunman John Wick (woo-oop!) All black, one gunman John Wick, gunman All black, one gunman John Wick, one gunman All black, one gunman John Wick, baow man! All black, one gunman John Wick (John Wick) When them niggas killed my dawg Pistol P A nigga turned into John Wick (Pistol!) I told 'em my Mustang was not for sale But they still tried me like my name was John Wick (I told 'em!) These niggas don't know who they fuckin' with (John Wick!) Bodies poppin' up unfortunately (bah-bah!) I'ma catch him slippin' just like Ricky (bah-bah!) When you plottin' on a nigga, shit get ugly (ooh!) (grraow, grraow!) John Wick (pew, pew!) Call of Duty shit (pew, pew!) When it come to the artillery, I'm very talented Takeoff Dahmer, I be killin' shit (argh!) Mini AK with the banana clip When I travel, put it in my travel kit (grrah!) Rick James, I'm rich, bitch (rich, bitch!) Momma told me I'm a walkin' lick (momma!) The trap game is Madden, no need to ask Madden I just hit the plug with the hitstick (boom!) No Santa Claus, I'm on my Grinch shit Fuck it, might light the block up like it's Christmas (grrah!) I'd be a fool if I leave a witness (huh?) Come through your chimney to the kitchen (ooh!) Scope on the chopper, I see you chillin' Hit you and your wife and I leave the children All black, one gunman John Wick, that's a bad man All black, one gunman John Wick (baow!) All black, one gunman John Wick (John Wick) All black, one gunman John Wick (woo-oop!) All black, one gunman John Wick, gunman All black, one gunman John Wick, one gunman All black, one gunman John Wick, baow man! All black, one gunman John Wick (John Wick) All black (black!), Hatchback (skrrt!) Got the chopper in the trunk of that (grraow!) Kidnap the nephew, where yo uncle at? (Kidnap!) Sellin', the junkie stepped on like a welcome mat (go!) Feel like the president since they killed Pistol (Pistol!) Got the pistol lookin' at you, now you sentimental (lookin'!) Thinkin' to himself, how did he get up in a pickle? (How?) I can get you knocked down by a nigga want a nickel (uh!) Hail Mary (woo!) Make it look like Halloween up in February (woah!) Birds in the trap singin' Mary Mary (brr!) Bullets tickle yo stomach like Pillsbury (grah!) Look for him every day till you find him (find him!) Cut off his wife's finger to remind him (remind him!) Do a drive-by when I say, Simon (say so!) Send him to kill ya, that’s a assignment (go get him!) Set this shit on fire, change the climate (fire!) Throw the body in the river up in Winder (ah!) I get you knocked off even if it's minor (minor!) Cookin' up the dope, sneezin', fuck wit' my sinus (oh!) I'm with the shit, fuck nigga, I'm John Wick (baow!) Hit his ass with the gauge and it hurt my wrist (ah!) Reach for the chain and his body glitch (baow, baow, baow!) 50 Cent a.k.a. the magic stick (grrah!) All black, one gunman John Wick, that's a bad man All black, one gunman John Wick (baow!) All black, one gunman John Wick (John Wick) All black, one gunman John Wick (woo-oop!) All black, one gunman John Wick, gunman All black, one gunman John Wick, one gunman All black, one gunman John Wick, baow man! All black, one gunman John Wick (John Wick)

options

Look, I don't know what's gotten into me I could be off of my rocker potentially Bigger I get, the more they thinkin' less of me Don't be the one to insult my integrity Put down the whistle, I'm done with you referees Y'all don't know nothing, you think you ejected me 'Til I show up in the game, like, "Remember me?" I gotta make it, these people depend on me Ayy, that's how I'm living these days Threaten my wife, keep digging that grave I had a job making minimum wage Told myself that I gotta get paid Prove myself, yeah, get up my grades Walk into class like, "Gimme that A" Think I'm trash? Put a bag in your face And I put you by the road like, "Look, we're the same!" Here's a reminder that I still spit Think I need to advise you to watch your lip Or at least realize that I'm not no kid Don't Google my name tryna find my crib Write a pop song, then I write a song like this Do a lot wrong? Doesn't matter, I learn quick I'm an outlaw, my brain has no fence Doesn't matter either way to me 'cause even if it did I would destroy it (Woo, woo, woo) Used to be employee, now I'm employer Making big deals, now I gotta get lawyers People tell me to relax and enjoy it But when I kick back, I see warnings So much time might pass, can't ignore it Every time I rap and I'm recording Might be my last so I absorb it 'cause I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options (Yeah) Tool bag without the pliers Intros without the choirs New car without the tires Music without the writers UFC without the fighters Smoking without the fire Cigarettes without the lighter Austin Powers, no Michael Myers, that's me If I ain't got the bars, you see Something ain't right like I'm incomplete Outcast, yes, I'm a different breed If you disagree, make 'em all retreat Act like a boss when I compete Take my thoughts into hyperspeed When it's all gone and I hit my peak At least I'll know that I took that leap 'Cause life is a process And I am not here for the nonsense Losing everything I worked for likes to weigh on my conscience That why I block out the comments Who's next? Who's next? I don't know, I ain't been watching Closing my ear to the gossip I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, ooh No forfeit, my course different Changed flows and I'm bored with it More livid, never more driven, I avoid timid Try to tell me I could never be the G.O.A.T. of rap, I ignore limits I was born with this, you're trippin' thinkin' I'm slippin' I'm enjoying this Look at me, I'm on the tour selling more tickets Even if the fourth record didn't sell a copy, I'ma do it like a hobby I ain't quitting 'til the Lord tell me I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options Ayy, these are the options Ah, these are the options Woo, these are the options Yeah, these are the options

really be smokin n drinkin

I woke up this morning, I had a boner I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner I be goin' through shit, losin' bitches and homies If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough If ain't bringin' home that money, my whole family is fucked That's why I move like the mob, I'm watchin' movies too much If niggas wanted you dead, what would you suggest? They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs Since I made it, the city hated, wait, where is the love? I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun I stay protected 'cause my homie just took one to the lung Had him on life support, with his family support He knew who shot him but he ain't even show up in court Yeah, that's a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, nigga The homie popped him so I hope he don't kill me, nigga That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be goin through some things, you don't know what I be thinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be goin through some things, you don't know what I be thinkin' Now I'm ridin' through traffic, with 2Pac blastin' With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin' Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where? You ain't my main bitch so why the fuck do you care? That's why bitches get fucked then turn around and get left Somebody need to teach them "less talk, more sex" I'm pressed when I'm stressed, my granny tell me I'm blessed Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got me goin' through this shit? Everybody need favors, what happen if I go broke? Or say I ain't got it and buy my lolo some spokes Right up in your face, said "I'll fuck you up like some mace" So fuck your handout, give a young nigga some space Give a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt that's laced Sprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my face The snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his case Holy shit, oh, lord, where is the world today?! That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be goin through some things, you don't know what I be thinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be goin through some things, you don't know what I be thinkin' I swear this industry shit, to me, is one big-ass lick I walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R nigga "strip" Tell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been on Section 8 I've been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake Meanwhile, I'm grindin' 'cause drug money ain't like rap money Four white kilo, snow-bunny, equal one whole show, dummy I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up I got a bad call, they killed Braze They killed Chad, my big homie Pup Puppy eyes on my face, bruh And I really be drinkin', why the fuck I really been smokin'? What the fuck? I'm the sober one Man, I'm so stressed out, I can't focus Hide out when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out Speed past in the Cutlass, me and little Ocho Every young nigga hop out Two tears in a bucket, I feel like "fuck it" The price of fame, recognize my pain, it's all I know All out war but I'm out here though Call my troops like, "vamonos" I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up I got a bad call, and it's all bad Off a OG with my OG and some OE by the tall glass That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be goin through some things, you don't know what I be thinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be goin through some things, you don't know what I be thinkin' What's happenin', nigga? Said nigga got this joint, nigga gon' get somethin' real, real nice, like You gotta stop playin' me with that bullshit Nah, I'm serious though, like, already checked it out, feel me? Man, look, check this out, homie, I'm with the shits, man, you already know, what's happenin', what you tryna do? Man, nigga tryna get paid, like, is you serious or is you playin'? Nigga, is you serious, nigga? What's up, nigga? You know where I live at, nigga Nigga I'm done straight 'bout to pull up, though, nigga, for sure, I'll holler Aight, hold on, though My nigga, this shit cool? You ain't tryna, you feel me, like? Like, what's up, nigga? Nah, you my nigga, cuz!

empire

I'ma tell you like this, nigga I got a hundred Gs on my line I ain't eatin' Jacksons when I be in Overtown Bitch I'm eatin' lavish, look up, ho, it's snowin' now I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League gon' hold it down Got a odor there in the attic, that's a couple pounds New Rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou' Time to milk the game, bitch I went and bought a cow My nigga GDK a goon, he'll gun you down Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down I got a hundred niggas on my line A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold it down Addicted to money, addicted to chips My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick Addicted to this, addicted to that I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack I'm addicted to money, addicted to chips My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick Addicted to this, addicted to that I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack Alright my patience runnin' thin Olympic pools of money, I'm just glad I learned to swim Cannonball, bitch, I hope your diving board's sturdy And I hope when dinner's cold, my niggas do not desert me Nah, but shit's all good The deal got signed and my split's all good And these haters pretendin' that it's all good Say that shit in person, man I wish y'all would I say you lucky if your father was a figure Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga And my mother so proud cause his son is gettin' bigger I took time to load the bullets, now I'm 'bout to pull the trigger Like boom, boom, boom, I'm a genius, god dammit I ain't the type to murder you, I'm more the type to plan it So please take a seat if you really can't stand it Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic But Skinny told me to do me And don't listen to anybody that knew me Cause to have known me would mean that there's a new me And if you think I changed in the slightest could've fooled me Yeah, nd to my city I'm the two-three Drug dealers live vicariously through me No bench time, nickname Starter-Drake Franchise player, I don't even get a water break And these other lames is hardly mentioned I bet that with this pen I could draw attention But you can tell by my strut I'm just chillin' in the cut, nigga what, and I'm feelin' like Addicted to money, addicted to chips My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick Addicted to this, addicted to that I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack I'm addicted to money, addicted to chips My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick Addicted to this, addicted to that I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack

holding you down goin in circles

(Intro) Why can't I find somebody else When I know, know that you're doing wrong It's so hard, hard to let go (Verse 1) I done went through just about two bags of tissues baby And you're looking at me like you ain't the issue baby And though I tried to leave, I can't stop missing you baby And I keep coming, I keep coming back (Hook) I keep going in circles, circles 'Round and 'round And while you're doing me so wrong I just keep holding you down I feel so stupid, foolish Loving you all this way But what I can I say But I wanna go I wanna go but I keep coming back (Verse 2) Why I'm so confused for you, I have no answer boy (one time!) When I feel so used by you just like a toy (two times!) It's a shame that you don't care enough to even give me half the love I give to you I live for you baby I'm ashamed to say that I'm to blame for how you act Cause I keep coming, I keep coming back (Hook) I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop missing you baby I can't stop (Bridge) I stay cause I love you but I hate that I stay You know I won't go that's why you treat me this way I want to be happy though it hurts me so bad Don't know what it is that keeps me coming back Hol' up (wait a minute) I said hol' up (wait a minute) I said hol' up (wait a minute) I said freeze! (Hook)(x2)

free gucci

(Yeah) Yeah! (Metro) Ayy (Thugger) Yeah, yeah, yeah Metro Boomin want some more nigga Hey, hey, hey, hey! Everything Gucci (Everything Gucci), everything Gucci (Ooh) Everything Gucci (Ooh), bitch, I'm good (Bitch, I'm good) Bitch, I'm Blood (Bitch, I'm Blood), bitch, I'm good (Bitch, I'm good) Bitch, I'm hood (Ayy, ayy, ayy), hey Everything Gucci (Woo), everything Gucci (Ah) Everything Gucci (Ah, ah), everything Gucci (Gucci) Bitch, I'm Blood (Free Gucci), bitch, I'm Blood (Free Gucci) Bitch, I'm Blood (Blatt, blatt) bitch, I'm Blood Everything is Gucci, everything is Gucci (Swoop) Every time I had a strap I swear I used it (Gah-gah-gah-gah) Diamonds wet like her coochie, ayy (And what?) Plenty fightin' like Hadouken, hey Bitch I brought along in the house tonight If you don't wanna get left, get it right, hey Put another two steps with the bright All my bitches like me, they be boolin', no dyke (Sheesh) Twin Turbo, made Thugga Thugga lap a nigga twice You got fifty whole bands, goddamn, want a rapper for the night Harry Potter with a broom (Woo) Drinkin' on lean, eatin' shrooms (Woo) Ridin' 'round with my ma, no Pum' (Skrt skrt) Thugger boost, a nigga car go "zoom, zoom" Fast mothafucka Pull up in the coupe, blowin' hash, mothafucka (Yeah) Fifty thousand dollar dog tag, mothafucka (Yeah) I wanna fuck your cat, no jag, mothafucka Everything Gucci (Woo), everything Gucci Everything Gucci (Free Gucci), bitch, I'm good (Free Gucci) Bitch, I'm Blood (Free Guwop), bitch, I'm good (Free Gucci) Bitch, I'm hood (Bitch, I'm good), hey (Slatt, slatt) Everything Gucci (Slatt, slatt), everything Gucci (Slatt, slatt) Everything Gucci (Blatt, blatt), everything Gucci (Blatt, blatt) Bitch, I'm Blood (Free Gucci), bitch, I'm Blood (Free Gucci) Bitch, I'm Blood (Free big Gucci Mane), bitch, I'm Blood Blood in, blood out (Blatt), pull up, drop top Viper (Woo) Cuz in, cuz out (Cuz), blue suit followed by a sniper (Gah) It don't matter what you bang (Woo) Real niggas got stains (Bratt) Phantom hoggin' two lanes, dang, dang, bang, bang Chief Keef is my nigga, Lil Durk, my nigga Three hundred thousand in my pocket Goddamn I got some with 'em (Woo) Diamonds all in my chain (Damn) They ain't come from Johnny Dang (What?) I might rob Johnny Dang, that's how slimin' maintains Metro Boomin, Metro Thuggin (Hey) Nigga might get to sluggin' if he muggin' Nigga might buy a Rollie just to flood it Nigga got two cups and they muddy Drop your bitch off and fuck on her buddy Pull it out her mouth and put it in her butty Young bitch clean, it ain't come out muddy, woo Everything Gucci (Free Gucci), everything Gucci (Free Gucci) Everything Gucci (Free Gucci), bitch, I'm good (Free Gucci) Bitch, I'm Blood (I'm Blood), bitch, I'm good (I'm good) Bitch, I'm hood (I'm hood), hey Everything Gucci, everything Gucci Everything Gucci, everything Gucci Bitch, I'm Blood (Ah), bitch, I'm Blood (Ah) Bitch, I'm Blood, bitch, I'm Blood (Hey) Everything Gucci (Free Gucci), everything Gucci (Free Gucci) Everything Gucci (Free Gucci), bitch, I'm good (Free Gucci) Bitch, I'm Blood (Bitch, I'm Blood), bitch, I'm good (Bitch, I'm good) Bitch, I'm hood (What), hey Everything Gucci, everything Gucci Everything Gucci, everything Gucci Bitch, I'm Blood, bitch, I'm Blood Bitch, I'm Blood, bitch, I'm Blood Free big Gucci Mane Guwizzle!

seasons

All my life all I wanted to do was be great If the stakes are everything, you'll tell yourself anything you need to hear to survive Everything I say is the truth and that's a lie And that's the motherfucking truth Hmm, remember all I ever wanted was a gold chain and a ride worth 400 plus Revenge paid to anybody who dishonor us I'm sensei to them young niggas under us Been a made man, look what I done made, man is you kiddin'? When trap nigga needed a way, who did it? Every song I gave you had some truth in it Givin' you the pudding, look at it, the proof in it Went from servin' junkies in hoopties to new Bentley These suckas just be jumpin' through hoops and they too friendly That's why I don't politic they said They all cool it just that I don't fuck wit' nigga much The chain numbers ain't no need for us to keep in touch We want fame and we'll be tryna hit them niggas up I'm stand off, I swear I walk in rooms, be listenin' to y'all talkin' See that you ain't talkin' 'bout shit and I start walkin' Hey, cause I ain't here to waste time Don't wanna put energy in no lame nigga I don't want no lame nigga takin' mine But you wanna ball, I could show you how You like a broad? I could teach you how to turn her out Show you how to buy 'em low and sell 'em high But don't assume that it's all that I know about A made me, a D and D, that's while I raise kid I got married and fucked it up, that what fame did Marriage counselor tell me focus on what the pain did To busy focusin', tryna do what Jay and Dame did I'm on a path; I got a purpose, to reach a destination And either you helpin' me get to it or you in the way Hope they wasn't lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby Stuck up here, tryin' to let you go but it's such a long way down But if it's still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I'm still breathin' If there's something I can say before you finish leavin' And if everything still happens for a reason, maybe you come back around just like the seasons Like the seasons I'm so extreme, never been a man of moderation See, subtlety just ain't my cup of tea Don't want my grass green, I want the lobby decorated And last thing I need somebody sayin' I never make it Don't give a damn, you can catch me with whoever naked Still some forms of disrespect, I ain't gon' never take it Even with my vocabulary, can't explain it I'm sorry what you thought I was, I just ain't there Get it why you say I ain't shit, big will keep rollin' though Holdin' up the block, doin' such and such with so and so Que sera, sera Cure it with a hundred million party like it's Marti Gras Got some bad Latino wit' me, they some laddi daddi das See, you said they be hatin', I say send 'em my regards Bury it under T and A, I call that R&R Tryna get some stripes on me, that's how you start a war I been practicin' my reaction to niggas come with stupid shit Fuck out my face, man, the conversation over with I'm done talkin' How was that-was that good, for real? Hope they wasn't lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby Stuck up here and tryin' to let you go but it's such a long way down But if it's still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I'm still breathin' If there's something I can say before you finish leavin' And if everything still happens for a reason, maybe you come back around just like the seasons Like the seasons I'm not promisin' to be perfect but I'll try my best to be great This ain't no game, this a mother fuckin' trap This ain't no game, this a mother fuckin' trap

jesuispassechezso episode 2 neymar

Joue pas l’trimar gros faut faire attention C'est re-ti-par, fais tourner la potion J’me fais péter, Habs, j’ressors démarre C'est Neymar qu'a payé la caution J’vais relancer la guerre de la Trafics, grosses affaires de lames J’redémarre tranquille gros tu pousses ton kil Ou tu niques ta mère de là Bang bang drive-by Audi TT Blessé 9.3 jours d'ITT T'y es fini, t'y es viré Demande à Ghix on s’en bat les couilles qui t’étais T’avais oublié, t’avais oublié Comment j’suis chaud gros t’avais oublié J’crois qu’j’vais tout plier, j’crois qu’j’vais tout plier Pour sûr de sûr j'ai l'cent mesures dégoupillé Va t’faire baiser, au marais Tu vas m’gaucher, oh bah ouais J’vais t’niquer ton père tu vas chanter Papaoutai avec Stromae Pas l'temps d'souffler c’est l’9-3 ça va vite Sort la carabina du placard ça va vite Écrasement d’tête sur tous tes espoirs Sur toutes les anciennes gloires de la rue tah ma bite J’trouve pas les mots j’vais tout baiser c’est l’terme Mets cinquante grammes dans l’disque dur externe J’rappe sur des giro' zap le reste ici l'best Passe le mic’ un fond d'sirop j’vais leur faire un western J’te préviens si elle m'invite j'la déborde à l'hôtel Si j’veux un feat j’appelle sur mon phone-tel Si t’as trouvé un beat, une guitare, si tu cherches un hit Rajoute un peu de Fianso dans le cocktail Envoyez vos champions pour les feats j’suis open Que des coquelets j’te raconte pas l’aubaine Laisse-moi conduire, qu’est-ce t'essayes de construire Ferme ta gueule, con, passe la balle à Robben Refré j’galère, j’ai des coups d’blues J’ai besoin d’personne remballez les coups d’pouce J’les découpe tous, j’les découpe tous Sur la tête de ma grand mère que j’les découpe tous Le steak est là, faut l'croquer ok J’crois qu’lui il est trop chaud faut l’droguer Préviens les petits, j’arrive en I, en Raptor Quad, homologué Transacs narcotiques dans mes CDs Envoie pas d’help personne va venir t’aider J’fais pas d’politique, pas d’rap prophétique Attaque soviétique sur ces PD On la veut en cailloux, en caillera dans l’Cayenne Parle pas d’c’que tu sais pas poto c’est pourri On la veut en voyou, en faya dans l'barillet J’suis l’croissant et l’étoile à la Feghouli Ré-ouvrez l'enquête, on va passer par la force J’ai v’là la connex’ on va passer par la Corse J’vais gâcher la fête, un sniper un lance-roquette J’suis v’là l’champion sur la tête du dernier grimoire à Bors Ça envoie du gros son balaye tous les pianos VHR promo tournée viano Si tu savais, si tu savais, braqueur de SACEM à la Tunisiano J'ai trainé avec un tel, les mecs ches-lou j’évite Tous à chialer mais poto pourquoi tu m’aides pas ? Tu crois qu'ils m’appellent même pas, entre mecs qui m'aiment pas Ils s'appellent tard le soir en gros ça suce des bites J’prépare mon prime, j'ai zga pas ton time Fiane-So man et l’équipe m’accompagne Le prochain fils de pute qui prononce "Fiane-So on est ensemble" J’le fais basculer dans l’vide sur le pic d’la montagne Gardez vos histoires, remballez vos récits J'te fais trer-ren j’ai les clés d’la té-ci Quand je revois la hess poto renvoie la cess Quand ça tire c'est précis, sur l'terrain c'est Chelsea Bang bang bang j’envoie la même derrière Rafale dans les rues du 9-3 qui l’eut cru ? Embuscade guerrière s'te plait me parle pas d’rue J’me suis fait tirer dessus la semaine dernière M'écoute pas en bécane tu vas finir dans l'rond point J’ai pris de la chahma un peu d’embonpoint Et la médaille d’or gagne, Do Ré Mi j'suis hors gamme J'ai vu mes organes à bicrave sur le bon coin Les traîtres ça arrive toujours par duo j’les sens Ça demandera pourquoi t’es toujours plus haut redescends J'reviens gâcher la "ress", le buzz est renaissant On veut des Clio récents, des billets fluorescents Fait couler tous les mathus dans les clubs dansants Y’a pas de gadjis on rentrera bien sans Gros si j'peux t'le confier j’ai des potos conviés Qui t’arracheraient ton vié pour une paire à 500 Entourloupes-loupes-loupes en banlieues de Paris Ça découpe coupe coupe faut payer c’est rali J’en n’ai plus rien à foutre ça fait woop woop Woop woop woop comme l’armée du Mali Mani Mani Mani on veut la coupe à Giroud J’ai la dalle hassilou ramène quatre tables J’me suis surpris à rêver à rêver Qu’on m’appelait FianesoMaan Ibn Al-Khattab

game aint based on sympathy

Reminiscing on that, uh I remember they used to give us that free cheese A big block of that shit, hehe Yo, hehe, man I'm glad y’all ain't gotta get that cheese Man, I thank God my kids ain't gotta see that cheese, yo (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) You know what I’m saying? You gotta feed it to them raw, feel me? Renovatin' the ghettos, movin' me elsewhere Daddy didn't see pension, they took his healthcare Affordable housin' and they fed us welfare Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn't care less A young prince in Miami, son of a pharaoh This is deeper than raps, I can't run from the echoes And I still hear the screams Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M MAC-11 next to Grammy invitations I'm never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations No more beefin' with rappers, it's just murder or nothin' New positions to master, I perfected the others Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Mutumbo These are lucrative assets, golden words that I mumble This the biggest Corner store was the stage, I needed management In a mansion that I could squeeze another Phantom in Negative people just seem to fail first I said I'm a genius, put in the legwork You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert No, I've never been lenient, nor a man of mercy I stick my dick in her, tell her my net worth Then we stare at each other and see who catch first A pretty chick, she resembles Stacey Dash If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass Pussy nigga want war, til' it's bonjour Those hitters sittin' a bomb outside your mom door Got your people alarmed 'cause we the armed force Easy as leakin' a song before I go on tour Uh, gang violence ongoin', let's fight our own wars Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul Funeral every weekend or either you cremated Homie's son, he been murdered, he didn't seem faded Holdin' guns on the 'Gram, out of my league baby Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless I got a homie I know with a twenty body count Maybe only once or twice a month he leave the house Older brother, type to get a curly perm Pappy Mason type, respect for holdin' thirty birds Never was a gangster, I just wanted in No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz Booby gave me blessings and a ruse for me to win I showed him my ambition in two different fields Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is Real talk my nigga, here it is

rare

Very fucking holy, very fucking rare Even in broad daylight, I have this dream, I have this fantasy Marvelous, absolutely mother fucking marvelous, dawg Marvelous! Tell these fuck niggas I said very rare, yeah That one day, I go missing, I disappear And no one can find me Aye I'm an asshole with a cash flow I got a bad bitch, she got a pretty pussy I beat the bitch like Ray Rice She won't testify if you ask her I got molly all on my dick (yuh) Hollup, that's molly all on my dick (yuh) Got a .40 Glock and that drum niggas So when I shoot the shit they go "Aye" (Yuh) Which of you niggas is about it? (Gang) Now slap the fucker he unconscious (Gang) You rock Hilfiger fixing to kill niggas To make the bills bigger, he won't find us (God damn) Now play my role to get by (Gang) I won't harm a fly until I'm tried (Gang) Burn the fucker, never yearned the fucker I'ma leave the body in Dubai, aye

sit down stand up

Sit down, stand up Sit down, stand up Walk into the jaws of hell Walk into the jaws of hell Anytime Anytime Sit down, stand up Sit down Hey, we can wipe you out anytime We can wipe you out Anytime Anytime Stand up Sit down The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops The raindrops, the raindrops

tonk for the money

When I was a young nigga, I always had to hustle Always had to hustle, always had to hustle I know you thought this track was over cause the have a hook so long But that's how this summer shit get down, you better get up or get gone But I promise that this shit ain't just no other boring song You can put your bitch up if you insist, motherfucker I'm in the club with my kicks up kicking shit, just looking butter Fuck what you rolling, it ain't that strong, it ain't that potent It's either you flexing or you don't know shit Fuck you and the horse you rode in (Broke!) I'm Nick James, if you don't know And you probably just don't know, cause I'm never in your photo Fuck that Kodak, get your ass up Hit that blunt, and then I pass it Hit your bitch and then I pass 'em Smoking mad, she just an action Want her back? Nigga you can have her Oops And Nigga that was just the motherfuckin' Intro?

dangerous world

Mustard on the beat, hoe Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade (yah) Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good (yah) She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (it's lit) Park the Lambo', took the Brinks truck Become a Greek freak when you see bucks Is your hair done? Is your bills paid? When you outside, do you feel safe? If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups, I can take home (yah, yah) Act up in the bay like Draymond (it's lit) I might need my money like Faizon Ey, Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ey, ey, ey Bust it, bust it down, bust it down Ay, ay, bust it down, bust it down Ay, ay, bust it down, bust it down YG come around, bitch, you gotta bust it down Bust it down, bust it down Ay, bust it down, bust it down Ay, bust it down, bust it down When Travis come around, bitch, you better bust it down Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade (yah) Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good (yah) She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (it's lit) Park the Lambo', took the Brinks truck Become a Greek freak when you see bucks Is your head done? Is your bills paid? When you outside, do you feel safe? If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups (4Hunnid), I can take home Do you cook clean? Do you fuck good? If I hit it right, is you gonna let me know what's good? You gon' let me hit the first night? I think you should I'm in the pussy like bam-bam, uh, uh, uh, uhhh Uh, hell nah, I ain't no rookie (I ain't no rookie) Ayy, I bang Bloods in that pussy (in that pussy) Ayy, turn the lights off, I don’t want you lookin' (want you lookin') Tight pussy, her virginity, think I took it (ayy, ayy) Fuck all that foreplay (that foreplay) Ayy, what's up with that Treyway? (with that Treyway) Aye, that threesome, girl, I don't play (girl, I don't play) Ayy, beat it up, that's a melee G-63, I swerve on 'em (swerve, swerve, swerve) First pitch at the Dodger, can't curve on 'em (curve, curve, curve) YG, I don't give a fuck, you got some nerve, don't ya?( nerve, nerve, nerve) I'm out on bail, how you feel? Go to hell, uh Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah When you move at night, you don't feel shade (yah) Runnin' through the field, it's a field day Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date She gon' bust down, if the beat good (yah) She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (it's lit) Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks Is your head done? Is your bills paid? When you outside, do you feel safe? If we go up, gotta take phones I'm with some go-ups, I can take home

fast shadow

DJ, I'm sayin You-could-you could just come over top of that shit... Did I hear it? Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!! And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop! SUCK THE DICK!!! (x6) SUCK MY DICK!!! It all starts wit' the pad and pen Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session? Once again on the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'mma get you none, accept challenge AHH! Run a mile wit' a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin', hop along little doggies! Uh, uh, uh, FUCK THAT!!! Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade the window all sunny and black Pitch antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise *Laughs* Enter Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't ever say thy God name in vain My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe And record your words and your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On the rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked Abducted from his doorstep Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers Whatever Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Music makes me lose control (x2) Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is out of control Out of control, out of control, out of control Now here we go

nv

Almost crashed the car Mike This the second time yo' fuckin' ass been swervin' all night You almost crashed the car Mike This the second time yo' fuckin' ass been swervin' all night You almost crashed the car Mike This the second time yo' fuckin' Yeah make this right fat boy Hit the fuckin' right nigga, hurry up nigga make this right Gangsta Grillz you fuckin' bastards Ayo, quit the speculation My rhymes devastating, fuck that sorry for the wait shit I spit that funky fuck yo mama all up in your face shit This that pop a shot so it's big so you’ll replay this Just peep don't say shit Like on the real my .40 weighed in Loaded with shells I pop a shot and leave you with a face lift Remove your body from the scene down to my mama's basement The fuck I'm wasted, a load of sins to send to Satan Patiently waiting, upon my time to greatness I know you hate this, cause I'm a winner one of greatness I rep this A shit, that's to death ain't no replacement Fuck you Twelvyy, Fergie, Rocky, all you niggas ain't shit This nigga is a jealous ass bitch Yo mike, this nigga's a bitch Yo Nast, my nigga I love you and all but You be trippin' some times Wake up, hear the story Cause Nast was starting to bore me We had a couple of shortys, it was two with the orgy (Aaw here this nigga go with his fuckin' story) I was in Russia, don't you ignore me motherfucker We had some motherfuckers, types of bitch to fuck your mother And fuck your brother Hol' up, the little one Type to lick his booty til' the doo doo come (What type of shit this nigga on) She nasty, but I fucked her anyway If you like me in Russia any day I used a condom, it ain't like a nigga went renegade And Nast was cuffin' He wanted to take the bitch on a little date And it comes to find out, his black ass couldn't even penetrate (So what I caught the fuckin' head I heard she had aids, so I'd be motherfuckin' dead) You motherfuckin' devil, I'ma tell Rocky Like "I'ma kill this nigga, and don't you try stop me" Hold on, you got a gun, you gon' really try to pop me? (I don't give a fuck if yo ass kinda stocky Yeah I'm the cousin of Rocky, I'm supposed to be first Now say your last words, rest in peace DEEFERG And you's a bitch nigga, you don't put in no work But nigga I do, you get put in a hearse) Get that gun out of my face (Pussy motherfucker yeah your ass is the worst And Twelvyy he aiight, but his ass gettin' murked I'ma kill all you A$AP's in due time So you can rot in hell with your mildew rhymes, motherfucker) Nast put the fuckin' down Put the fuckin' gun down my nigga Watch out Mike

remember me

Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh I'm the one who had your babies, I'm the one who had your babies I'm the one who had your babies, I'm the one who had your babies I'm the one who had your babies, I'm the one who had your babies I'm the one who had your babies, I'm the one who had your babies I'm the one who had your babies, I'm the one who had your babies Oh, remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies, ahh Remember me...

ground zero

Back the hell off! Rock and roll Jesus with all my nails on All I need is a blunt and a bail bond And give these blind motherfuckers somethin to feel on Rollin like a motherfucker put your wheels on And let's roll down the hill 'til the hill gone I started on the block but that's somethin to build on And how can I pray when I got nuttin to kneel on? Hey! The ground is gone Don't look now but the ground is gone I'm so high that the ground is gone And I don't even know which cloud I'm on Don't look down but the ground is gone Don't look down cause the ground is gone Right now I'm a million miles from home And I'm so high that the ground is gone Huh, walk on air Show me to the edge and I walk off there We ain't high enough, au contraire And sometimes life just don't compare Sa-say my name, baby pull my hair And I'mma fuck you like a bull, I swear I got a lot of love that I could just share I got a lot of drugs that I could just share!! I-I-I know, I know, what'chu like girl A nice little mirror and a little white girl Way at the top of the mountain, bouncing May I be everything but grounded I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom I just wanna float, float like Muhammad I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom I just wanna float... {*echoes*} Jump jump jump out a window Let's let's let's jump off a building baby Let's jump jump out a window Let's jump off a building baby Jump jump out a window Let's let's let's jump off a building baby Let's jump jump out a window Let's jump off a building baby Hey! The ground is gone Don't look now but the ground is gone I'm so high that the ground is gone And I don't even know which cloud I'm on Don't look down but the ground is gone Don't look down cause the ground is gone Right now I'm a million miles from home And I'm so high that the Hey, I know a girl named Crystal, her last name Ball I look into her eyes, and I can see it all I see it when she cry, I'm there when she call Cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall Kill-kill 'em all, die in the spirit of the war Thinkin what am I, be in spiritual fall Huh, shit, cause ain't no love Die while America drink yo' blood It ain't no hurricane, it ain't no flood It's some other shit that we ain't know of Make that money yeah make that money Then watch the government take that money But we gon' raise hell motherfucker get well Laws get passed and economies fail Love, hate, emotion, compulsion Addiction, diction, virgins, dickses Minglin, mixin, swingin, switchin Swaggin, sweet, freaks, faggots Flames, fashion, planes, crashin Ground, zero... Jump jump jump out a window Let's let's let's jump off a building baby Let's jump jump out a window Let's jump off a building baby Hey! The ground is gone Don't look now but the ground is gone I'm so high that the ground is gone And I don't even know which cloud I'm on Don't look down but the ground is gone Don't look down cause the ground is gone Right now I'm a million miles from home And I'm so high that the ground is gone Let's let's let's jump off a buildin' baby Let's jump jump out a window Let's jump off a buildin' babyyy {*slows to a stop*}

gucci remix

Double G on my belt buckle, don't you know that's Gucci Own niggas sneak dissing, hating, but it's Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Double G on my belt buckle, don't you know that's Gucci Own Niggas sneak dissing, hating, but it's Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats My buckle is a beauty, it's a cutie, it's a Louis Shawty say she wanna do me because I got on Louis Smoking Dope 'til I'm woozy My life a movie Met me a little cutie, a-and she got a booty She grinding all on me, she all on my Gucci On my face Gucci, on the waist Gucci I got it tatted on me, that means I'm Gucci Don't fuck with fake Gucci, don't fuck with fake Louis Me and my bitch Gs, made in Italy Own niggas sneak dissing, called that frienemies Me and my bitch Gs, made in Italy We be spending Gs, green long like centipedes, geesh Double G on my belt buckle, don't you know that's Gucci Own niggas sneak dissing, hating, but it's Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Double G on my belt buckle, don't you know that's Gucci Own Niggas sneak dissing, hating, but it's Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Got on Gucci, Louis, Truie All the bitches wanna do me She got on Truie Bad bitch and she bugie I told the bitch to chew me She said she don't like the new me, and I don't like the new her But we both love double g We can shop and buy double g I can tell she in love with g's, that's why she's in love with me She in love with me, cause I be spending g's I be spending racks, I got plenty cheese She can't get enough of me, Edai I'm a triple g Popping pills off triple c's, throwing up the b's You call a girl, I represent BaldyWorld I said you call a girl, I represent BaldyWorld Double G on my belt buckle, don't you know that's Gucci Own niggas sneak dissing, hating, but it's Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Double G on my belt buckle, don't you know that's Gucci Own Niggas sneak dissing, hating, but it's Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats

the cypher

L-D aka whatever Sometimes you just gotta let the flow speak for itself See back in high school I ain't even know I could rap So the hits late, but nobody throwin' the flag Goin' fifth grade wit' it, Dicky opening snacks Because the kid made different like a joke in Iraq Now check it, never thought I wanna pass the bar But I gotta get a fancy car So I got up on the beat, beat on it like Evander's sparr— In' partner, smarter art when I master bars These weak bitches gotta leave, Dicky dissin' 'em all To listen to y'all is sorta like a flick in the balls, for real though 'Cause they don't spit it real as D do The kid come first, like his dick a prequel So look, if you really wanna get it, forget it Genetically better than every pathetic competitor Nettin' cheddar, get in bed, I'll get you wetter than Redick I bet I bend her, get her beggin', et cetera, breath Now ya man on Reddit, 'cause I'm rappin' the flames I'm hands on, Wayne Chrebet, when I'm mackin the dames though The lame bros, better learn to make a single Or ya mayn bout to have these rappers playin some bingoooo Yeah, so whatchu talkin' 'bout If this really stupid tell me what the fuck is walk it out If Lil Dicky ruin rap, they poopin on its coffin now So if you heard of a jewish rapper you know who they talkin' 'bout Ion't think I need a grammy bro I got two, and they fairly old The family, demanding, ya man be A little wary tho They know dude got a scary flow, just like you do Ha, except they mean it different Prefer ma chicken white das for chicken and da women Confessing that I'm hittin only cause I'm nice at spittin' But I'm used to getting used, you dudes Aaliyah's kitchen Hold up, the kid so dumb The drink po' up, he can't grow up Ya man gotta thang for do-nuts The flow nuts, 'bout to make a jam, I go Russ From Okla -- getting more bread than cold cuts, whaddup bruh? That's why these hoes wanna get it They been fuckin wit the kid: Joe Paterno assistant I'm stern with the women, I'm a nerd but I'm hittin' On these curves like it's Griffey in the third wit' these pitches A'ight, the kid's a'ight, legit polite I wife, nice jews, pipe smoove, cider wit' ice cubes The white dude's known to be recording it right, you Jabronies write a stupid chorus lighter than Ice Cube's Commercials, y'all worse than them But these lucky bitches, they ain't gotta work again All these chickens in the crib's like a birthed a hen So I be over-cumming definition circumvent, ya dig? Cold spittin, admit it, I'm rippin shit up, like a ticket stub And givin a clinic, these bitches isn't sick enough to get up in it tho You should probly quit it bro Dude's spittin ridiculous wit it, particularly when he Be switchin the flowwwww up Das cash and all More black in me than basketball Next line, LD's talkin vaginal The kid been hittin more walls than a raquet balllll, yeaah! So prepare for my libido It's really fuckin scary, Action Bronson in a speedo It's really fuckin scary magic Johnson near mosquitos But I'm nearly fuckin there, these bitches bout to feed me Cheetos Cause Ion't really like the mess Pretty clear right here that the kike the best (that's my n word so chill) Never scared, nor embarrassed, ask ma ex I gotta bone like a freak, Kevin Ware the sex...whoa Y'all heard about the kid wit the jew flow And Jew fro, getting mo sugar than glucose The dude so cold you'd've swore he from Pluto Ma head so big, it's like I'm juicing wit Pujols But look if you thinkin' that this Jew so nice Then you so right, you rappers lookin' Bruno's type The dude's so bright, I'm rapping like a sumo fight The knee slappin' unexpected, word to Juno's tike, I'm out

he say she say

I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't Let you leave I don't know what you want You won't want from me? She said to him "I want you to be a father He's your little boy and you don't even bother Like 'brother' without the R And he's starting to harbor Cool on food for thought But for you he's a starver Starting to use red markers on his work His teacher say they know he's much smarter But he's hurt Used to hand his homework in first Like he was the classroom starter" Burst to tears, let him know she's serious "Now he's fighting in class Got a note last week that say he might not pass Ask me if his daddy was sick of us Cause you ain't never pick him up You see what his problem is? He don't know where his poppa is No positive male role model To play football and build railroad models It's making a hole; you've been digging it Cause you ain't been kicking it Since he was old enough to hold bottles Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that He don't deserve to get used to that Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard Just breaks my heart When I try to provide and he say 'Mommy, that ain't your job' To be a man, I try to make him understand That I'm his number one fan But it's like you booing from the stands You know the world is out to get him, so why don't you give him a chance?" I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't Let you leave I don't know what you want You won't want from me? So he said to him "I want you to be a father I'm your little boy and you don't even bother Like 'brother' without the R And I'm starting to harbor Cool and food for thought But for you I'm a starver Starting to use red markers on my work My teacher say they know I'm much smarter But I'm hurt I used to hand my homework in first Like I was the classroom starter" Burst to tears Let him know he's serious "Now I'm fighting in class Got a note last week that say I might not pass Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us Cause you ain't never pick me up You see what my problem is? That I don't know where my poppa is No positive male role model To play football and build railroad models It's making a hole - you've been digging it Cause you ain't been kicking it Since I was old enough to hold bottles Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that I don't deserve to get used to that Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard Just breaks my heart When my momma try to provide and I tell her 'That ain't your job' To be a man, she try to make me understand That she my number one fan But its like you booing from the stands You know the world is out to get me, why don't you give me a chance?" I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't Let you leave I don't know what you want You won't want from me? I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't Let you leave I don't know what you want You won't want from me?

the rising

Fly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it And then I ordered it Don't say a word to me You already committed perjury A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that You know better, you better save that Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by a professional Strictly business, nothin' sexual Seasonal vegetables lookin' exceptional You ain't think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles I'm from a dirty borough where that Sun don't come out But when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent To that S600 in amazement My time gon' come, I'm headed to the top Like I never wore makeup, and I'm ready for the spotlight You know I got my hoodie on, and it's such a hot night Shit I'm straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it's prom night Don't say a word to me You already committed perjury A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that You know better, you better save that This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bed Different, different colored linens on my leg My mother said I better win or else she'll fuck me up Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut Since I was young I had the husky gut But I'm gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart Bitch this is fine art, I gets my shine on You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on You drive a Scion, you ain't ridin', dog Me, I'm cell built, grab your chest Still get hit with right hands from left field My life is a kaleidoscope She makes me feel just like I'm high on dope I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down Don't say a word to me You already committed perjury A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that You know better, you better save that You should have been known who the fuck this was Just by my fuckin' tongue Big fuckin' Body Bes You know I'm all over everything now You know me, you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope Out here gettin' filthy cause you know I got that ooh woo woo. You know me, I go home and change up I get fresh to fight. Just caught a new fuckin' case. But it's alright though, I got this stupid mothafuckin' lawyer He told me, "Don't even worry about that shit, Body. I'll make that go away Now what's for lunch?" I told him, don't worry, I got the hookup Anything you want. Crown Fried on me, 1 through 6 only I know your type though The type of mothafucka wear a three piece suit to go to court, shook to death And you there for smokin' weed Piece of shit, get the fuck outta here

hands of gold game of thrones

He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble He rode to a woman's sigh For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and his bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are ...

zoney

Yeah it’s real shit Let me roll this weed up and wrap this shit, you know Too much purple for me Uh, coming up I always thought I’d be the runner up Gave my all but it felt like it wasn’t enough I remember spending summers in the studio My pops told me have fun be a kid for once What he ain’t know, was for a kid a that I had big dreams I take a small frame turn it into a big screen Taking best friends turn them to a good team I’m watching Scarface living all the good scenes Burning dope thinking about the days when I was broke Desperate niggas in my city don’t know how to cope Young nigga said he starving he ain’t got a meal Down to catch a body all about a dollar bill My niggas is all I got so it’s more than trust We ain’t even have a car we was on the bus Public transportation now it’s hundred grands we makin' Throw it in the safe I can’t hear what they say I’m packing up my bags Packing up my bags, packing up my bags I gotta catch a plane Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane I can’t be at home Can’t be at home, can’t be at home I gotta be away Gotta be away, gotta be away There's just way to many niggas i use to know back in the day Now when i see them out I just don't got shit to say to you niggas When i see you in the club i make my way through you niggas You must be mad i ain't wait on you But no matter the circumstances i never get hate on you Im just taking all my dream trying to make it facts Putting on for my team trying to make it crack Getting all sorts of green trying to make a stack Lose yourself in my city and never make it back Said he will but the chances are he will never change Daddy sold dope but you would probably do the same thing If I get $30K i would probably spend it on my wrist Fuck these politics when these kids ain't have a pot to piss Fuck the Promises, the shit I'm on is common sense If you ain't talking them I'm gone I’m packing up my bags Packing up my bags, packing up my bags I gotta catch a plane Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane I can’t be at home Can’t be at home, can’t be at home I gotta be away Gotta be away, gotta be away (conversation between Wiz and Sebastian) Say "hello, my name is Sebastian" Hello, my name is Sebastian Do you love your daddy? Yeah Say "I love you daddy" I love you daddy Say "I miss you daddy" I miss you daddy Go to the mic and say "yo" Yo Say "what up" What up Say "what's cracking" What's cracking Say "Taylor Gang" Taylor Gang (ha) Say "TGOD" TGOG (ha, ha, ha) Say "I love my daddy" I love my daddy I love you to handsome boy Say Pixburg Pixburg! (ha, ha, ha) Do daddy laugh (ha, ha, ha) You got it!