Lil Keed – Realest One Lyrics

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Smashing in the building everytime I walk in the room
Smashing in the hellcat, smashing on these hoes
Coming through, in Aventador it’s a two-seater, woah
I’m flying far, far, away

Yeah you know you hear the ? it ain’t even gotta be raining
No, I don’t got time to ? ? get money when it’s raining
Two sunroofs in the whip, shit, I’m looking up when it’s raining
Nigga shoot, but I ain’t aiming, til I got the cash and got famous
Hundred shots, he got graded, got a whole lot of dead faces
Now he shopping at Macy, I got Gucci slides with no laces

Yeah, I got these racks up, piped up on your bitches
Yeah, too many hoes I need rubber bands on this shit
Yeah, I just pulled up on my bitch from Baltimore
Yeah they hating on me cause I got em skinny clothes

All this foreign drip on me I’m killing all these boys
All these fashion designer tryna put me in they stores
Pulled up with thugger thugger in Aventador
Took some thousand dollar pants and cut em into shorts
Then I took your hoe and bent her all over the Porsche
Aye, yeah yeah, I get a whole lot of bands, I get to the motherfucking cream, shit
And I’m pocket cripping, but my brother on bling
Yeah, I let them fuck boys talk, they ain’t do shit to me
I caught that hoe in the rain, put that lil hoe on the screen
I put racks in my seams, smoking racks not russian cream, I put racks on the table and I put her on her knees, yeah the demons the devils so I’m tearing up the streets, tell em brand new RP’s, imma itch it like a flee

Whoo, heard that your crew be lacking
Balmain boots, they taxed
Yeah I got them out of Jeffrey, yeah I shop at Sachs
Then I take her to the crib, then I bring her back
Nigga crew hopping, so you know you got shot by that
Play with Lil Keed bag, you get shot by that
Yeah I got rich, but came from rags, ain’t y’all know bout that
I hit the club, I’m ? ?, yeah I’m dispersing that
Yeah, I’m a big dawg dawg, I can’t wait to finish
Yeah my boys spaz out, oh yeah you don’t wanna get into that
Yeah I’m passing like I’m Paul, yeah I’m ditching that
I was in the BP, not the Exon, gang we the real one, yeah

Waka Flocka Flame – Flava Lyrics

[Intro]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m getting money, think I’m new illuminati
All these bitches [?] our bodies
I’m doing Kamikaze in the brand new Mazi
‘fore I wanted diamonds, this shit look like [?]
Teslas all on my younger [?], he buy the [?] , he like fuck the case
We bouta buy the [?], nigga fuck the case
Spraying champagne in her fucking face
She like “Fuck, you’ve got expensive taste”
It came from [?] down in Interstate
Niggas pocket watching, wondering what I made
I keep the party rocking, better guard your face

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

[Verse 2]
I been screaming “Fuck the rap shit”
Your favourite rapper got a fake bitch
I’m doing shows and selling bells at the same time
I’m taking business calls and trapping on the same line
[???] you can meet me at the BP
Diamonds wet like some Fiji, “Flock are you popping? you ain’t dropping CDs”
I blew [?] on wifey, she all walking bliss
I ain’t like them other crap, fuck a living legend
I get 30 racks while walking [???]
Nigga ion get mad, bitch I’m in my bag

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

JEEZY – American Dream lyrics

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Ye what’s up (Ye, what’s up)
Road to America baby
[?] make a dream
Ye, ye, ye, ye
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Let’s watch they spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Ya’ll niggas was raised by some haters
You niggas go head and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That’s why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined to see that sh*t in my face
You niggas go head and face it
Lil bitch ain’t sh*t, mami basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn into 250 to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Ya’ll make this sh*t sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day they can [beat the?]
Niggas is there on the screen
Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
I done fear that I won’t reach ’em in since reaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
These streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes ain’t for falling
I hear the world calling
Tell me if you’re all in (tell me if you’re all in)
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah

Young Jeezy – American Dream (feat. J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
That’s why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Y’all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go ‘head and hate
F-F-Four car garage for the ‘Rari, that bitch came with the estate
I swear them streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined, can see that shit in my face
You niggas go ‘head and face it
Lil bitch, ain’t shit ’bout me basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out bracelet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that?

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin’ at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y’all make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
‘Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
Out of fear that I won’t reach ’em and since preaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin’ (yeah yuh)
Ten toes ain’t for fallin’ (yeah yuh)
I hear the world callin’
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in)
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah