130 Twitter Accounts Were Hacked

This week, a bunch of Twitter accounts from high-profile celebrities, politicians and other personalities were hacked. Kim Kardashian, Wiz Khalifa, Kanye West, Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, Barack Obama and Joe Biden were just some of the targets. And according to reports, this was all part of a cryptocurrency scam.

In statement from the company, they said that the attackers “manipulated a small number of employees and used their credentials to access Twitter’s internal systems.” They were able to go past the two-factor authentication security measures, and a total of 130 accounts were hacked. And out of that number, 45 had their passwords reset, and eight had also had their information — their account details and activities — downloaded.

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Twitter did not specify which eight accounts had their info stolen, but said that none of them were verified accounts. The company added, “We are continuing our forensic review of all of the accounts to confirm all actions that may have been taken. In addition, we believe they may have attempted to sell some of the usernames.” The attackers were also able to see some people’s email addresses, phone numbers and other “additional information.”

The company is now working with authorities to investigate and get to the bottom of the breach. They’re also looking to make long-term solutions so that the incident won’t be repeated. “We have multiple teams working around the clock focused on this and on keeping the people who use Twitter safe and informed,” the company said.

“We’re embarrassed, we’re disappointed, and more than anything, we’re sorry. We know that we must work to regain your trust, and we will support all efforts to bring the perpetrators to justice.” They ended their post, saying, “We hope that our openness and transparency throughout this process, and the steps and work we will take to safeguard against other attacks in the future, will be the start of making this right.”

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Machine Gun Kelly – Smoke and Drive Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy, what my homie, Mike P, say?

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin’ on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime
Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)
Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive

[Verse]
Uh, I’m to the grave with this
I learned how to roll a joint before I shaved and shit (Haha, yeah)
In seventh grade and shit
I was smoking OG kush and lemon haze and shit
Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad found it in a month
He kicked me out, he had enough so I got up
I’m in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust
For a paycheck I can go and spend on hella drugs, yeah
Spaceships see me when I’m up, yeah
I been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah
I’m in a party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah
I’m rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah
I’m in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of backwoods
I can spend the next four months here
I spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here
Filled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here
Mask on when I’m outside, drive fast, don’t waste time
Ass on my face time, strap on my waistline
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Don’t give a fuck about these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon
All that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon
Only time I get an L is when I be throwin’ ’em up for the gang sign
I been a king with the bars but now I can play guitar and the bassline
I heard them saying they doing it first, I’m doing this shit for the eighth time
I used to want a pool, now I’m waking up and I got one in the backyard
I break a lotta rules, so you know I be drivin’ the whip like NASCAR
Never went Hollywood, got a house on the hills, I still smack y’all
Never say no to the blunt, I smoke it ’til it’s all the way down to the ash, y’all

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin’ on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime
Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)
Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive

What the Hell Is ‘Thos Moser?’

In 1972, Tom Moser left a lucrative job as a college professor in Maine to pursue a career in woodworking, crafting handmade furniture out of an old Grange Hall. Now 40 years later, his company Thos Moser has become one of the largest producers of handmade furniture in US. With showrooms in five major cities around the country, his label is synonymous with quality craftsmanship in the boutique furniture industry.

And all of that has absolutely nothing to do with this song.

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The lead single off of California-based producer/songwriter Gupi’s forthcoming debut album, None, “Thos Moser” is basically the furthest thing from the East Coast furniture maker you can get. Instead, what we get is a plasticized take on bassline house with lyrics entirely compromised of irreverent non-sequiturs and pop culture shout outs to McDonalds, Coca Cola, Caroline Polachek and big middle fingers to Elon Musk, Zedd and the city of Boston. Featuring the pop punk comedic stylings of Fraxiom, “Thos Moser” walks a line between being a Soundcloud shit-post and eurobeat throwback track, finding common ground between its absurd humor and dance-floor-ready rhythm.





“Thos Moser” shares the same blend of internet-fueled anarchy popularized by duo 100 gecs last year, but that should come as no surprise given that the song is being released through Dylan Brady’s label Dog Show Records. The track seems to defy attempts at making any sort of sense, but maybe that’s okay. As Gupi explains: “‘Thos Moser’ is literally music” and what you get out of it is… what you get out of it.

As if that wasn’t enough, the accompanying video for “Thos Moser” is somehow even more batshit insane. It’s basically if Eric Andre rebooted Dumb and Dumber and released it as a TikTok. The video is a data-moshed homemade Vine compilation of memes and skits starring Gupi and Fraxiom that somehow manage to top the song’s already chaotic energy. If the internet was capable of having fever dreams, they might just look like this.

But don’t just take my word for it, watch the outrageous video for Gupi and Fraxiom’s “Thos Moser” below and see for yourself.

Gupi’s debut album, None, comes out on Dog Show Records February 25th.

Stills Courtesy of Gupi

Why Is Elon Musk’s Song Tagged #Anime on SoundCloud?

No, this isn’t clickbait. Elon Musk is once again attempting to diversify and enter new markets, but his newest target segment has little to do with tech or automobiles. Musk is pursuing his music career, following up his debut, “RIP Harambe,” with a brand new track called “Don’t Doubt ur Vibe.” And if you thought it’d be more of the same trap-pop as his previous single, you’d be wrong. The trancelike “Don’t Doubt ur Vibe” is actually categorized under #Anime on SoundCloud, whatever that means!

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Elon Musk expressed his love of electronic music on Twitter after dropping the track earlier today via his SoundCloud account, Emo G Records. The new track is house and techno-inspired, with a robot flare on the vocals,which Musk recorded himself, perhaps taking a cue from his partner Grimes. While it’s not known whether or not Grimes had any direct participation in the creation of “Don’t Doubt ur Vibe,” her influence is undeniable.

After debuting the new single, which features the well-meme’d Tesla Cybertruck in the cover art, Musk shared some photos from the studio. It’s the first look the public has into the life of Elon Musk, the artist. All smiles, he’s shown dialing in some frequencies, putting on headphones, and playing around with the new track on his soundboard.

There’s no news yet as to if the singles he’s released will be part of a larger studio album or project, but it’s safe to say that Musk is now a main pop girl — period.

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How Was Grimes and Elon Musk’s Baby Conceived?

Well, we almost made it eight days into 2020 before we were forced to grapple with the ramifications of Grimes‘ pregnancy but this week of ignorant bliss is now over and the time has come for us to face some harsh realities and uncomfortable truths.

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The Art Angels musician dropped the bombshell news late this afternoon, posting a photo of herself topless with an image of a baby superimposed over what appears to be a visibly pregnant belly. Given Grimes’ track record, for a few moments it was entirely plausible to dismiss the photo as being some weird form of promotion for her upcoming album, MISS ANTHROPOCENE, which is slated to drop February 21st but that period of denial would too come to a swift end.

Grimes on Instagram: “Censored for insta haha – almost got away w it 😮”

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Grimes confirmed in the comments of her post that she was in fact pregnant, describing the experience of being knocked up as “a feral and war-like state of being.” From their the conversation quickly shifted from speculation to coming to terms with the fact that Grimes and boyfriend, Elon Musk, had conceived a child together.

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Since they first publicly stepped out at the Met Gala in 2018, there has been very little that made sense about Grimes and Elon Musk as couple. (Even Grimes couldn’t explain why she was dating the Tesla billionaire.) Since then things have only gotten progressively stranger from the whole Azaelia Banks saga to Grimes’ claims of having had experimental eye surgery and changing her name to the scientific value for light, c, by the time she rolled up to her Art Basel rave BIO-HAQUE in one of the new, very breakable Tesla trucks it felt like we had practically become numb to the cognitive dissonance of their relationship but here we are again.

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Putting the concept of Grimes and Elon Musk fucking aside in a mental box marked “DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES,” the idea of the pair’s welcoming their offspring into the world is already more than enough to launch a new genre of fanfic on AO3. (It’s almost a given that their child is going to be gene-spliced into an oblivion but we’ll cross that ethically grey bridge when we get to it.) Suffice to say, the news sent the internet spiraling:







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Jaden – Riot Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
I can’t breathe when you’re not with me
Say your body on fleek, but I need to see
Girl, this an odyssey
All these problems in these sheets
Girl, said you’d never leave
But I never would believe, girl

[Verse 1]
‘Cause I can’t breathe when you’re not with me
Girl, hottest in the street, need to turn off your TV, girl
I took too many shots and they all get it now
I shot all of the cops, yeah, they ain’t dealing with us
That was six o’clock but I had to call myself in, on the run
Lil’ mama, she was done, she couldn’t deal with the grudge
Your parents didn’t mind, explain your love
Need to feel more touch, let the windows roll up
Let my niggas roll up, then we all roll up, oh

[Verse 2]
Though I fucking told ya, ooh
ERYS with the soldiers, ooh
No Land Rovers, ooh
‘Bout to call Elon Musk
Going nuts in the club
Six blunts, six ****
Got umbrellas in the cloud, ooh
In case they tryna keep up, ooh
They face looks stuck
They face fake as fuck
And my girl caked up
Wearing no make up, ooh

[Verse 3]
It’s a vibe, it’s a vibe, it’s a vibe
Hypnotized by the moon and the sky
I just flew in from the six, no lie
Hit a swish we ain’t even have to try
Man, okay, pull up to the party, put the party on a wave
And I got the posse with me, partners and the gang
Niggas said we playing but we do a lot of things
Know your boy J got a seven tier race
Diamonds too Dubai, sipping fly, same same
Get it every time and we try same-same
Teaspoon of vision make the pain go away
Got a beef with a nigga, please just say it to my face

[Non-Lyrical Vocal Interlude]

[Chorus]
I can’t breathe when you’re not with me
Say your body on fleek, but I need to see
Girl, this an odyssey
All these problems in these sheets
Girl, said you’d never leave
But I never would believe, girl

[Breakdown]
I can’t breathe when you’re not with me
Man, you’re out this world
[? 3:19]

[Verse 4]
Label called said they want a hit, I give a fuck
Got some demons on my chest, I gotta get ’em off
Say you want no problems you not even in no pub
When it’s night out you’ve been talking
When you wouldn’t know when it’s dark

[Outro]
We’re lost, we’re lost, we’re lost, we’re low
When I’m with you, you make me feel at home
I care about you so much more than you know
I’m calling girl, but you don’t answer the phone
I’m falling girl, my life is dominoes

Miley Cyrus – Cattitude Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: RuPaul]
Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you look like you done already done had yours
You better go take your country-ass indoors
And put some damn clothes on
‘Cause don’t nobody need to be seeing all of that
The library is officially open

[Verse 1: RuPaul]
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Verse 2: Miley Cyrus]
Ayy, go stupid, go dumb
Come and get it ’cause I know you want some
Nashville, Tennessee where I’m from
Since I was three, I’ve been banging on the drum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus]
Nasty, I’m so nasty, nasty
I’m nasty, I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Verse 3: RuPaul]
Ride, shine, clock said pussy time
Bust my pussy nut while I’m fingering your butt
Do I suck dick? You ain’t seen shit
Throw a C-note, watch you slide down my throat
Yeah, my pussy fine, I pop it ’cause it’s mine
I don’t give a fuck if they call me a slut
What I do with a dick, elect me president
Put tears in his eyes when I milk a brother dry

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’m so nasty, I’m nasty (Nasty)
I’m nasty, I’m nasty

[Verse 4: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’ma keep working from dawn to dusk
So I can keep buying cars off Elon Musk
The matte black spinners, now that’s a must
But I want the whole pie, so leave the crust
I’m the moon, I’m the stars, I’m a Maserati
I love you, Nicki, but I listen to Cardi
I got a new song on the radio, and it goes five
(Four, three, two, one)
That’s right, it’s a number one
And I can’t take you with me as a carry on
I already got my luggage, it’s Margiela
And for my 16th birthday, I got carried on
From the house of the queen
Queen, queen, that’s what you can call me
Queen, I’ma have you run to your mommy
Queen, I’m the life of the party
Don’t worry ’bout me, go and get yourself a hobby
(Sweet pussy of mine)
I’m so nasty
(Sweet pussy of mine)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash money) I’m so nasty
(Get it, get it, got it good)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Ru, turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m nasty
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Outro: Miley Cyrus]
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)

Rich Brian – Watch Out lyrics

[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4

[Chorus]
They be salty like sodium
I just do my sh*t and I’m turning up the volume
Fuck a foreign whip, man, the Uber’s what I rode in
Yeah, my sh*t so flames Elon Musk could prolly sell it, amen
A, B, C, D, E, time for your ass to leave
I just need time for me, if you don’t, you, we gon’ see
1-9-9-9, hide your bitch ’cause I’m here
I’ve got nowhere to be, 88 be the team

[Verse 1]
Taking on the whole world and we learning quick, uh
While you out here actin’ like a mothaf*ckin’ bitch
Can’t you see, can’t you see? I’m so cold like Febreze
I’ve been up for two weeks, I feel like countin’ sheeps (countin’ sheeps)
Doin’ numbers like I’m Ed Sheeran
Movin’ with my A-team, yeah we staying coherent
Mind so deep, you will prolly die if you go jump in it
Only thing I do is cook some food and mind my own business (yurr)

[Chorus]
They be salty like sodium
I just do my sh*t and I’m turning up the volume
Fuck a foreign whip, man, the Uber’s what I rode in
Yeah, my sh*t so flames Elon Musk could prolly sell it, amen
A, B, C, D, E, time for your ass to leave
I just need time for me, if you don’t, you, we gon’ see
1-9-9-9, hide your bitch ’cause I’m here
I’ve got nowhere to be, 88 be the–

[Verse 2]
I just say the number in my head, then I make it, ayy
I just killed that n*gger, send your thoughts and your prayers, ayy
I don’t need to see your pasty face, see you later, ayy
Go ahead and tell me ’bout how long you just waited, ayy
She call me papi, she murder my meat
Leave with no warnin’, leave when I want it
Intimidate, little bitch, I’ll make you vomit
I put a line, when I do you do not cross it
Too high to say nothin’ or be normal for a second
I just gotta tell you something, man, this sh*t gon’ last forever
My guys, they don’t need no strap to smoke you
They be doin’ Muay Thai
Gettin’ physical like PE is a subject
Saw a pretty girl, I’m like “Baby, where you from?”
Long brown hair, she got that sh*t from Amazon

[Chorus]
They be salty like sodium
I just do my sh*t and I’m turning up the volume
Fuck a foreign whip, man, the Uber’s what I rode in
Yeah, my sh*t so flames Elon Musk could prolly sell it, amen
A, B, C, D, E, time for your ass to leave
I just need time for me, if you don’t, you, we gon’ see
1-9-9-9, hide your bitch ’cause I’m here
I’ve got nowhere to be, 88 be the team (yuh)

Rich Brian – ​watch out! Lyrics

[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4

[Chorus]
They be salty like sodium
I just do my shit and I’m turning up the volume
Fuck a foreign whip, man, an Uber’s what I rolled in
Yeah, my shit so flames Elon Musk could prolly sell it, ayy, yeah
A, B, C, D, E
Tough for your SLD
I just need tougher me
If you don’t you gon’ see
1-9-9-9
Hide your bitch ’cause I’m here
I’ve got nowhere to be
88 be the team

[Verse 1]
Taking on the whole world and we learning quick, uh
Why you out here acting like a motherfucking bitch?
Can’t you see, can’t you see I’m so cold like Febreze?
I’ve been up for two weeks
I feel like counting sheeps (counting sheeps)
Doing numbers like I’m Ed Sheeran
Movin’ with my A-team, yeah we staying cold
He got mind so deep, you will prolly die if you go jump
And the only thing I do is cook some food and mind my own business (yurr)

[Chorus]
They be salty like sodium
I just do my shit and I’m turning up the volume
Fuck a foreign whip man an Uber’s what I rolled in
Yeah, my shit so flames Elon Musk could prolly sell it, ayy, yeah
A, B, C, D, E
Tough for your SLD
I just need tougher me
If you don’t you gon’ see
1-9-9-9
Hide your bitch ’cause I’m here
I’ve got nowhere to be
88 be the–

[Verse 2]
I just say the number in my head, then I make it, ayy
I just killed that pussy
Send your thoughts, send your prayers, ayy
I don’t need to see your pasty face, see you later, ayy
Go ahead and tell me ’bout how long you just waited, ayy
She call me papi, she murder my meat
Leak when I want it, leave when I want it
Intimidate little bitch, I make you vomit
I put a line, when I do you do not cross it
Too hard to say nothing or be normal for a second
I just gotta tell you something, man, this shit gon’ last forever
My guy, they don’t need no shutter smokes
Your baby doin’ Muay Thai
Gettin’ physical like PE is a subject
Saw a pretty girl, I’m like “Baby, where you from?”
Long brown hair, she got that shit from Amazon

[Chorus]
They be salty like sodium
I just do my shit and I’m turning up the volume
Fuck a foreign whip man an Uber’s what I rolled in
Yeah, my shit so flames Elon Musk could prolly sell it, ayy, yeah
A, B, C, D, E
Tough for your SLD
I just need tougher me
If you don’t you gon’ see
1-9-9-9
Hide your bitch ’cause I’m here
I’ve got nowhere to be
88 be the team (yuh)

Lil Uzi Vert – Neon Guts Lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Uh huh, yeah
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Admit it, I move like amoeba
I float in the room like I’m reefer
Alien, I’m not your kind of people
Tell a telepathic fam how I read ya
You ain’t got emeralds that’s greener
You ain’t got rich up the sleeve
And I got a Rolls that’s in the Grove, that I ain’t drove
Shit, I don’t know the reason
Andele, andele, arriba
Me and J Balvin on G5
Success is a drug man, and we high
I am mother as a beehive
I got love for you haters
Ain’t you tired of enslavement
Come with us, make some paper
‘Cause you should own what you labor

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, you never stayed in Kailua
I put chanel on my shooter
Flooded my chain and it’s Gucci
I don’t want that girl she moody
I’m basically saying that I’m cooler
Get Dior discounts from my cougar
Back in the six-grade I got them bad grades
I was in love with my tutor
See, musically, Lil Uzi trapping man
Most of you rappers be actors man
Go M.I.A when I find little madison
Stay at the Ritz-Carlton, this not the Radisson
Just took a blue one, ’bout to take the red pill
Purple thoughts in my brain, hope it don’t spill
Stay with a nerd just like Urkel Jaleel
Fresh just like Carlton, I kill em with Will
Big ass “R” on my Smiths
Big ass “R” on my whip
Slip-on shoes, so you won’t trip
Said she kinda fine if she got some hips
Momma said, “Let me see the witch”
Boy you know light and dark don’t mix
Mix it up, boy, bad luck
Sick to my stomach with them neon guts

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don’t touch
Our jewelry be on tut
And It give a nigga colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energies, we don’t touch
Our jewelrys be on tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah fam
Pharrell on Mars with my fellow stars
I’m like lightning striking on a metal rod
Say “Hello, God” on the double bars
So dammit, Amex, I got a yellow card
Yellow card, yellow card
Damn, P, I need a yellow card
I am from The Root like where the petal start
I had to push like a pedal
Started way after but ahead of y’all
New crib, got a better yard
Two years, I got hella cars
Since the eighth grade had hella broads
Hella broads, hella broads
Yellow painting with a yellow broad
Shit came from cost, probably marge
Slick my hair back like I’m Chico DeBarge
I got some lights on my chest
Don’t confuse it with a heart
Heard things ain’t looking too good for you
Had to pull some strings like I play the harp
I get these billions alone
It been that way from the start
Smoking good kush, my cologne
Got neon guts ’cause I can’t see in the dark

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don’t touch
Our jewelry be on tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don’t touch
Our jewelry be on tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

DRAKE – Sacrifices lyrics

Wrote this shit, January 21
Baby girl, I had to run, I be back a couple months
Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
They could see me online but they won’t see me on the ones
I got Dubai plates in the California state
I got her waitin’ at my place, I got no baby on the way
I’m talkin’ Baby like Stunna, I’m talkin’ Baby like Face
Lost millions in the past, I’m talkin’ maybe like 8
Couple niggas run the city, wishin’ on a star could maybe like Drake
Sorry no, not today, you gotta find your own way
Big dog from the 6, I’m talkin’ Dogg like Nate
My shit be roll out the gate, I don’t need another take
40 got house on the lake, I ain’t know we had a lake
She complainin’ how I’m late, I ain’t know it was a date
Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is, “I know you need a break”
Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?
Like a kiss from a rose, I could be the one to seal your whole fate
So be careful what you think, think about what you gon’ say
Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23s laced
It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

2 Chainz, I’m a real one
Few shows, that’s a mil run
When she bust it down, I said thanks for givin’ to me like a pilgrim
Cold world, I be chillin’
Elon Musk on the children
Used to trap out the Hilton
Got wood on the Cartiers, that’s a face full of splinters
Count a bankroll for dinner
This the wrong place to enter
Throwin’ sigs, yeah, for breakfast
All kinda women text us
Met her at the Super Bowl, told her I stayed down the street from Texas
A-Town, I stay down
Yeah, it’s all in the Ritz
This one here out the fence
Trap jumpin’ like the Carter
[?] jumpin’ like Vince
Moved on from election
Introduced her to the plug, can’t believe they tried to take the connection
Ooh, girl, you a blessin’
Fine ass, be finessin’
Yeah, I love my fans but I don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
Dreads god with the 6 god
Point guard and the 2 guard
Pretty girls like trap music so I woke up with my wood hard

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

I was stealing from a bitch, back when I was 21
My favorite gun was a sig, 20 in the clip, had 1
Growin’ up, I was a runnin’ back, you never made me ran once
I got shot, sweat startin’ runnin’, that shit was real like [?]
I’m kickin’ pimpin’ like I punt, but don’t you think shit’s sweet
I’m talkin’ sweet, them meek, I’m talkin’ sweet like he sleep
We ain’t doin’ too much talkin’, I’m come out talkin’ like a speech
Like the President, I kill a meet, I’m talkin’ meet like freak
I’m talkin’ meek like fleek, I’m talkin’ meek like a geek
You come with beef, I eat the beat
I’m talkin’ beats, spellin’ B
Double R, that’s a Rolls
Paint it yellow like it’s there
I’m talkin’ Rolls like Derek
I’m talkin’ Rolls like a Bentley
Like a new car, I got 2 keys
Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy C
Then I heard they been pullin’ all week
I’ma use a name like who is he, you get it?
I said I’ma use a name like who is he
Got some gold on, that [?]
Deep sleep for deceased
Big bezel on the pati’, I’m talkin’ pati’, I mean panic
Don’t try to take it, I got guns
I’m talkin’ guns, not pellets
I watch the game from the floor
I’m talkin’ wood, first mattress
I’m talkin’ wood, pants down
I’m talkin’ woods like them clowns
I got my mean off a monkey
I’m talkin’ monkey like jumanji
All your diamonds partly sunny
I’m talkin’ sunny like the sunny
My diamonds wet, it cost me money
I’m talkin’ wet like it’s runnin’
I’m talkin’ wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
I’m talkin’ wet like the Sunday, huh

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to