Akrobatik – Rekless Abandon Lyrics (feat. Reks & Chilla Jones)

Grrr, Grrr
I’m rattling this cage – rattling it
C’mon
It’s A to the K all day
With my homies from around my way

[Akrobatik]
Ak’s not the brother you want to f**k with
The type of cat you need a turbo U-Haul truck to hit
The dreaded linebacker frame’s back in the game
With a loaded clip of lyric slugs I’m packin’ for lames
Everybody dressin’, rappin’, lookin’, actin’ the same
Inspect as I inject the real back in your veins
Adversaries’ capillaries bust – they allergic
To the word perfect wordsmith with the absurd gift
To move the herd swift away from the wolves in sheep’s clothing
I do it with this mic I keep holding
Ak spits fire, feel the heat scalding
And live in fear of the career I keep molding
Like ceramic sculptures, gotdammit vultures
Swooping in to manhandle my culture
But f**k that, I give the game CPR
Carefully planned rhymes circulating through its lifelines
You’re busted like a BP pipeline
If you think you can f**k with my new CDs tight lines
I’m not just another nigga with a gripe I’m
Experienced, vintage, high percentage shots
Point blank range on the beat
You’re mad, ‘cuz my joints make change on the streets
Check the archive, my catalogue dates back to analogue
Feeling like the champ right now – raise the banner, dawg
When I’m finished, put my jersey in the rafters
AK-47 musical massacres
I shine like a beautiful Acura
Better yet, I shine like beautiful Africa
I wanna burn an L with Mandela
So he can say ‘Ak, you’re an intelligent black man, fella”
I’ll tell him ‘sir, I’m not worthy’
Then I’ll rip a show in Johannesburg absurdly
Give Akro the World Cup
Because I kick that shit that makes you rappers all curl up
Into the fetal position – like fiends
But no cookin’, no needle, just listen
You thought you was the shit but you were really just pissin’
Everybody off, because your flow was batty soft
The rhyme shotty made ‘em carry all the bodies off
The flow’s murder, your career – no further
Ransacked – y’all niggas is Tampax
Summer’s Eve douchebag niggas with nan stacks
I’ll end it off sayin’ peace to my man Smacks
Eddie Jackson – wish I could bring my man back
This is Ak – 1,2
Now what the f**k you gonna do

Yeah

[Reks]

Such a Star studded lineup, the booth light up
The truth writer sight of cyclops fire
I a sire won’t retire like run vocal spitting like Pun, Kool G, uzi on a loose leaf
More Kool Keith than Chief Keef
East beast bars beat what more you want geez
This epic on a record mass most respected lyric weapons
Giving lessons on sentence stretching sit and recognize the wreckage
Etch a sketch spit scribble you out it is about time I rap with Ak
Slap wack cats silly this is very legendary for the city
You miss it its a pity pinching pennies penciling witty commentary
Way before i knew to middle finger Tom and Jerry
I was buried in the five star college ruled parallel lines
Running laps around obstacle courses trying to get that flow flawless
Said f**k the law amidst the lawless
Thinking deeper ala barbers overhead bobbing in the mirror
Momma said to go to bed shoulder shrug to them older heads

[Chilla Jones]

Y’all rappers been hermaphrodites
Since Joe was slapping Mike for not keeping his afro tight
Me and Akro write sharp as an Exacto Knife
Don’t even act, you ain’t trying to re-enact no fight (nah)
Cats don’t like the fact Jones write
I don’t gotta rap like I move packs of Snow White (never)
You mad ’cause you been wack your whole life
Well, your style gotta be more current so get your flow right
Your biggest feat, for me, would be a lowlight
I got a holy feel with the mic, but don’t bite
Yipes – I’m back in a zone
I don’t care about a crown, I don’t rap for a throne
I don’t gotta boast, mostly the stature is grown
And you don’t gotta say shit when your status is known
I ain’t the one to match with to match wits
Sound like I’m stuttering, right?
But I’m sick when I rap, it’s a tumor cats get
They gonna die, whether tomb or casket
You three deep? Ak, gimme two more caskets
I reign supreme no matter who forecasts it
Jones

Mir Fontane – Frank Ocean Lyrics

[Chorus]
Lately I been wonderin’ why you don’t play my shit
Claim you been a fan since I got beats from Soundclick
But every time I see you, you play Drake’s old shit
J. Cole shit
FRANK OCEAN
That’s everyday shit
I ain’t hating, I just wanna be your favorite
Understand that I’m a legend in the making
Change your situation, situation

[VERSE]
See I’m from Jersey baby
You know it get cold on the $ide
And we just be praying for Summer
Even though that’s when everyone die
Gunshots in the darkness
Don’t come outside if you scared
The Wet and that Wockey got fiends in the alley
It feel like it’s Walking Dead (yeah, yeah)
I swear my love is unforgettable
I’m not your average individual
And my bitch a walking swimming pool
I splash in it when I’m in the mood
All these dolla $igns, in my bank account
Tryin’ spend it all on you
Said I wouldn’t leave on yo ass
But I still went LeBron on you
I just pray for 100 bands
My homie jus want 100 guns
Pray he live to see 25
Cause he a Savage under 21
21 21 21
That’s the age they took my number one
His Favorite movie was the Drumline
Ironic he ain’t hear them drummers come

[Bridge]
And I don’t do the lean
All these dollars in my jeans (yeah)
Swear this life is but a dream
But you never listen to me (no)

[Chorus]
Lately I been wonderin’ why you don’t play my shit
Claim you been a fan since I got beats from Soundclick
But every time I see you, you play Drake’s old shit
J. Cole shit
FRANK OCEAN
That’s everyday shit
I ain’t hating, I just wanna be your favorite
Understand that I’m a legend in the making
Change your situation, situation

Baby Keem – Moshpit Lyrics

[Chorus]
Think I got a sense for a mosh pit
Likes on the ‘Gram make a bitch think she poppin’
Ay, and I keep a cock for a thick bitch
Beat around the bush, I keep a mop for a misfit

[Verse 1]
Ay, goin’ soul searchin’ with the demons
Murder in July, my mama made me mind my business
I don’t follow my ex on Instagram
Cancelled out my life if you fishin’ for attention
Bitch, my grandma love me, so a nigga straight
I don’t need a lil bae, Baby Keem stay patient, uh
Always looking out for the fake
Add a stranger to my list, unfamiliar faces
Gang, gang, gang, I live a lifestyle
Your bitch wanna f**k me, want the dick cause I’m famous (Yeah, uh)
Baby Keem got you niggas shook
Ten trap phones ’cause the feds takin’ notice
Bitch, I had a long night, where you at, ho?
Lettin’ her in my life and she got me losin’ focus

[Chorus]
Yeah, think I got a sense for a mosh pit
Likes on the ‘Gram make a bitch think she poppin’
Ay, and I keep a cock for a thick bitch
Beat around the bush, I keep a mop for a misfit

[Interlude]
Hello?
Bro

[Refrain]
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
Stupid bitch

[Verse 2]
Stupid bitch, (Top) when I’m hot it’s a tandem
Fake niggas drop, let they hoes call me handsome
And I don’t f**k with a snake, he’s an actor
Started getting paid, now my jersey’s in the rafters
Take cover when I take off on you
Pimp shit, ain’t losin’, they get my payoff on you
That’s how I floss, three nigga round me when I shop
Pull up, I got one night off
I’ma hit it then your blocked

[Outro]
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro

[Interlude]
Look, I know I’m wrong
We’re both wrong
Just call me back, Keem

Moneybagg Yo – Black Heart Lyrics

[Intro: Assorted People]
Southside on the track, yeah
Jersey rest stop turned into a crime scene tonight. One shot in the head… Moneybagg Yo in this camp… Man, f**k Moneybagg… Drugs, guns, and gangs… Moneybagg, yeah that’s my baby daddy… He won’t even come back in the club

[Verse]
They try the best to provoke me, the killer want to be relevant
Kevin Gates told me stay focused, Yo don’t get out your element
Okay cool, ridin’ with a chopper with a nose like an elephant
Only thing that keep me sane when I’m pourin’ up medicine
Put an address on your words, pullin’ up at your residence
Hundred thou’ in presidents, and drugs on me, that’s evident
Showed his hand through a text, switched up for a position
For you to let some shit like that go on, bitch you been the opposition (bitch)
Saw the flaw from the beginning, should’ve knew it existed (knew it)
Should’ve fell back when I heard that you be talkin’ like snitches
Shout out my fans who didn’t switch up, I was readin’ them comments (what happened?)
When they took shots and didn’t respond, some got on that dumb shit
I was gettin’ my dick ate, countin’ up new cake, I was on some more shit
How you gon’ go off what you hear? man you don’t know shit (nothin’)
Bitches hold on to pride, niggas sayin’ they gon’ ride
Niggas tellin’ lies
Say you lookin’ for me here and there (where?)
How nigga, when I don’t hide
I can start the car without the key (skrrt)
I want the Chanel on the seat (seat)
All this money turned me to a beast (urr)
Now I’m out of reach, they want to reach (huh?)
Niggas turned hippie, they want peace
Hit ’em with the urn, get ’em creased (urr)
Hottest nigga movin’ through these streets
All at my shows with the heat
Dealt with more crosses than a priest
I ain’t let it break me like the least
Drippin’ Louis V underneath
Told ’em eat it up, it’s a feast (2 Heartless)

Mir Fontane – Whatever You Want Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m not your regular-degular
Bitch you should Google my resume
Shawty said that she taken, yea
But I’ll probably f**k that bitch anyway
Dance on these hoes like I’m Diddy mane
Ain’t on the track team but I run the city mane
Don’t need a rich bitch to know that I’m winnin’ mane
Give me a bitch that like Chinese store chicken wings

South, south, south, southside
Got me feelin’ like the boy now
Used to creep up in windows
Look, rap opening up doors now
Used to help my friend hustle dimes
We was bussin’ traps with a bus pass
Best friend used to sell weight
He had ‘Damn Daniels’ in his bookbag

Rap niggas smell like pussycat
And my waves smellin’ like a whoop ass
But nothin’ matters when the kush pass
Nothin’ matters when the kush pass
I been spittin’ dope for five years
Got my breath smellin’ like a meth lab
Niggas switchin’ sides, hoes switchin’ teams
Throwin’ pussy at me like a chest pass

But it’s a new season, Renaissance
I’m the new Da Vinci, I’m the new LeBron
I got a new cougar look like Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan, Chaka-Chaka Khan
Heart cold, money keep me warm
Pockets lookin’ like chicken parm’
My bitch a knock out like chloroform
And your bitch way dryer than Desert Storm

I got backwoods for the backstage
Black shades like I’m Johnny Cage
Jersey born, but I’m Camden made
I been a grown man since the second grade, yeah
I just walk in through the back
You show ID at the front
You do whatever you can
I do whatever I want

[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want

Why you hatin’, why you mad?
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’

[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it

[Verse 2]
And if you lookin’ for me
You know where to find me
I come from the side
Where they catchin’ bodies
Knew I wanted millions
I dropped out of college
I just wanna ball
Like I’m Charles Barkley

My white boy got a ladder like he Jeff Hardy
If this shit go down I know my niggas got me
You gon’ need Denzel up on this train to stop me
When life is short as Spike, it’s hard to do the right thing
Yeah, but I do whatever I want
I’m in the loft gettin’ drunk, I been tourin’ for a month
Theres hella chicken on the table, collard greens in the blunt
They said it couldn’t be done, but I do whatever I want

[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want

Why you hatin’, why you mad?
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’

[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it

EARTHGANG – This Side Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Johnny Venus]
Doo-doo-doo-doo
I pray for all my niggas, and niggettes
And non-niggas, and non-niggettes

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Things change, people change
Love grows, come and go
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
I’m in, in over my head
Put my life online for sale
Put that wish up on a star
Put that money on myself
Sometimes I’m just by myself
Whole future, yes, I am
A livin’ god, yes, I am
What my grandma dreamed of, what these bitches cream for
What the city screamed for, what the city screamed for

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Let’s go to the lake
Let’s jump in it naked
We can escape
We can leave this place
They took Nip, took X
Just a hatin’ ass nigga, hope that I ain’t next
But if it pleases God, I hope the shooter aim best (Right here)
Then I fly to better lands and Neverland like Sandra Bland
(Earth to Olu)
No, I ain’t comin’ back
I think I hit the joint too hard, plus I’m tired of all this trash
And shawty just text back
Told me, “Baby, just relax, I’m gon’ be there in a minute
We’ll make love and make it last”
Plus the bottle’s on ice and the baby’s mighty fine
And the weed in the sky, shit
And tonight gon’ be alright, ’cause

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
3 a.m. the only time that I can hear myself think
Why is every waking moment feeling more like a dream?
Busted Reeboks, ashy nigga off on Camden Road
Walkin’ proof of what can happen when you say what you mean
Just ’cause niggas cop your jersey don’t mean they on your team
As you grow, decide who worthy of the presence you keep
I learned it early
Rick James, Charlie Murphy, I’m a product of the chitlin circuit
I’m a product of the need to purchase
Drop bars like I’m losing service
Roll my R’s when I feel exotic
Hit the blunt like a damn pinãta, ayy caramba
I was a beast, now I’m the jungle
Now I’m the wind, now I’m the rain, the climate change
I crack a joke to hide the pain, it doesn’t work
We scratch the surface, we tip the bird
Don’t give a fuck, we not concerned, it could be worse

[Refrain: Johnny Venus]
Let’s go to the lake
Let’s jump in it naked
We can escape
We can leave this place

[Chorus: Johnny Venus and Mereba]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 4: Doctur Dot]
Once upon a time in the motherfuckin’ West
I woke up to the stress and the titties on my chest
Twenty racks and the hundred dollar bills in the bag
God, if they come a-knockin’, they gon’ have to take me dead
Fuckin’ right, come on over to this side if you ain’t scared
If you ain’t ’bout it, get the fuck back over there
What if I told you what I could show you, pick a pill, blue or red
It don’t matter your selection, they both comin’ out your check
Motherfucker, yeah, you next

[Verse 5: Johnny Venus]
I ride, won’t never fall
I rise, the mornin’ star
I’m fly, I’m gon’ get far
On stage I give you chills
For the flesh I give you light
These words gon’ give you light
I’m death around the corner
Barrels at your door
Doctors, paid disguise
No, I won’t be denied
We was comin’ out of pocket, open mic and crucial rockers
Scoop them balls up on the nuts, I dump that dick off in her chakra
‘Nother lap around the planet, y’all been followin’ the saga
Turn the karma into commas, pray to God he ain’t forgot us

[Chorus: Johnny Venus and Mereba]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

Dreamville – Ladies, Ladies, Ladies Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: JID]
I always wanted to do one of these type shits

[Verse 1: JID]
Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her, “Dandelion”
She be panty-less, so no panty lines
She’s from Campbellton, north of county line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though
She fucked me, tryna pluck a couples bucks like a banjo
Had a girl that was a artist, she could draw, her name Tracy
She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces
And we argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy
She said her favorite thing is face painting
I used to have this white shorty, always hanging with the black folk
She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap
That’s a wack thought, ain’t wanna kick her to the curb
Until she asked me, can she say the N word?
Hey, can I say “nigga” around you?
Some nerve
I knew a girl from Jersey who use to love Donny Hathaway
And she was from Piscataway
Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him “Put the gat away”
I was tapping that ass, I’ll never forget the Saturday
But it don’t even matter like D’Angelo and Laur’ Hill
I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo’ bills than me
And she, her, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her, I wonder where could she be?
Hand me the Fronto leaf
Hey, damn bro, I don’t think we got no more
Aight, let’s go to the store
Aight nigga, shit, but we driving yo’ shit
You driving?

[Interlude: T.I.]
Young nigga, you don’t know nothing ’bout no bitches
Listen

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce
I’m thinking back to a time when I was young and dumb with single nigga privileges
I had a chick, her name was Loraine, did anything for me
On the day she get her hair done, walk in the rain for me
Pick Sharika up and stole the car, she wasn’t ashamed of me
Trapping hard, slept on the floor, and never complained to me
My baby went into stores and did her thang for me
Even ran from police and got it back on the train for me
Lame to me, half of these bitches, laugh at these bitches
‘Til the point you go on IG and you can rap for these bitches
Not to say I wouldn’t tackle these bitches, given the chance
If it happened, it was destiny, shit was out of my hands
I’m saying…

[Outro: T.I.]
Man…
They say karma is constant
That means it’s just… it’s a consistent cycle of…
Good and bad
Coming and going from every source of… life…
Existing on Earth, so…
If I fucked a bitch real good back in the day
You know what I’m saying?
I’m talking like real good and like made her feel, you know
Like the woman that it made her into the woman that she is right now, then I’d expect somebody should be coming to fuck me real good any day now
I mean it’s karma, right?
Shit

Token – Fuck Him Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, just got home, man. Just thinkin’ about this girl, and her fuckin’ boyfriend, heh, uh

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

[Verse 1]
Man, I don’t know how I feel about this girl
I’ve just been feelin’ somethin’ different every time I seem to be around this girl
And every time I see her with him, I just wanna be here leanin’ down to hurl
I barely see him talk, I know he decide he tellin’ her she needs a jock
I wanna be her reality check, repeating knocks on her door tell her she’s beautiful
And she should leave it locked, until a nice guy comes along
Hey wait, I’m a nice guy, what the fuck is wrong?
We just talked like once, I told her joke by nonsense
She pretended to laugh and really didn’t mean it later when she got it
She looked back at me, she didn’t think I happened to see, I fuckin’ saw
But there was nothin’ wrong
She went back on ’em like his football jersey tightly on
And I began to write this song

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she got that really, really, really, really, really pretty face
Don’t look slutty, barely any makeup, just enough to fit my taste
An amazing smile, type of girl you’d rather kiss and let her jack you off
But he rather play basketball
He rather play ball so careless and Richtown’s puppet
And brainwashed by parents
But she got a head on her shoulders
They pep talk and clone her
She gets jocks for closures, so she’s left not a loner
It smells great, and when she walks by, I breath it up
And I don’t know if I believe in love
But I can hardly see descendin’, I stare at her
‘Til she catches me, and I start to feel some tension
I’m lookin’ hard in her direction
Easy to see her breasts, but her heart is my ‘tention
She ain’t starvin’ for attention, no motherfuckin’ hunger
And type of ass you would pay money to sit under, uh

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

[Verse 3]
I just don’t get it, I’ma stay devoted to somethin’ different
He does the same as everyone and gets admired
And popularity was never needed
But maybe I say that because I was never capable to achieve it
But she’s different like a motherfucker
But every other girl’s a carbon copy of each other
I see similarities between us, I been different all my life
So I don’t care, that might be enough
To confront her and say it, but before I talk to her
I need to talk to myself and just cover the bases
I need to focus on more on the way I love her, not hate him
Every time I see her in the halls, my emotions are catchin’ me off-guard
Thinkin’ reality is hard when she gets with her friends
And I know at the end, she’ll be left with him
Then again, I’ll be left with a pen ’cause

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

Quavo – GIVE IT TO EM lyrics

Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
It’s Buddah Beats

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’m like Odell with the contracts (Odell)
Scratch that
I’m up fifteen mil, that’s a fun fact (Fifteen mil)
Bad bih, where you from? Give me some (Yeah)
Come back, send me drum, banana, ugh
Catch a contact, Met Gala, Kanye, one
Come back, run that, run that, ugh
Fuck her first, then you pay the rent (Smash)
Shit don’t make no sense (No)
Fourth down, I need every inch
Now we first and goal, bitch (Biatch)
Now it’s time to get outta control
Hell nah, I will never snitch (No)
Middle finger to the government (Twelve)
Ridin’ ’round, windows president (Skrrt, skrrt)
She like it face down, and her ass bent (Yeah)
She throw that shit around, you gon’ have a fit (Hey, yes sir)
Bust a move, bitch (Move, skrrt, skrrt)
Make the news, bitch (News)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I had to turn the savage on (Savage, savage)
I had to turn the manners off (Woo)
First class, yeah, you sittin’ with him, baby (Woo)
First class, you sittin’ next to the boss (Huncho)
Big dope inside the loft (Big dope)
She said she too bad to knock it off (Woo)
At least that’s what you thought (What you thought)
It’s gettin’ real sad, the nigga ball (Nigga ball)
It’s like when ‘Melo came to the Hawks (‘Melo, ‘Melo)
He still got a jersey though (Jersey)
Way she work a nigga call him Deuce Bigalow
Pull up, bald head, lime green, Lamb’ Piccolo (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)

Dom Kennedy – Popularity Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse]
You been on my mind since we met, love
So nasty they forgot what triple X was
I put two fingers up and all the experts
With Dom K she do her best work
In my world they judge a man by his net worth
Teach him how to buy clothes, not invest first
Chain hanging on my Gosha sweatshirt
The Grey Goose in my system make the Benz swerve
Don’t change who you are for popularity
If she trippin’ just let her leave
No shame in my game, I’ma let it be
Keep everything so letter G
She asked me how I know so many strippers
She asked me how I know so many strippers

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Verse 2]
Since Troy Aikman, I been penetrating
Got authentic tags on my jersey’s
2 a.m. but to me it’s still early
And sometimes fine bitches curve me
I don’t get upset, I get massages
And 12 packs of Hanes socks at the Target
Been hit Balenc’, told em charge it
Stacks was against me cause I’m dark skin
Me and number 7 in the same boat
I love Malcolm X too, I got the game sewn
I don’t get to sell shit to get my chain froze
Diamond in the ruff, ya’ll rainbows
I got on all black with these Stan Smiths
Don’t make me have to hop another damn fence
Have me on the ropes but I’m Cassius
Pink Ace of Spade, no glasses

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in (haha)
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Outro]

Tone Stith – Light Flex lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

(The Uncle Drew Soundtrack)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Okay, yeah
Alright now, yeah
2 Chainz

[Verse 1: Tone Stith & (2 Chainz)]
Looking like ooh la la (ooh la la)
Make ’em gather round, Kumbaya
Got ’em looking like oh my God
It’s that new, new I know you ain’t got (yeah)
I can’t relate
To nobody fake
Do my own thang
Let ’em hate and tell ’em, “Bye, bye,” bye, bye, bye

[Pre-Chorus: Tone Stith]
It’s lit, alright
Promise you can catch me
Vibing all night
I ain’t playing no games
That’s what I like
Get it poppin’, 5 lanes
Oh, you know I’m

[Chorus: Tone Stith]
Oh, I’ma hit ’em with the light flex
(Flexing) tonight
(Flexing) oh
(Flexing)
Oh, I’ma hit ’em with the light flex
(Flexing) tonight
(Flexing) oh
(Flexing)
Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

[Post-Chorus: Tone Stith]
Let me do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world

[Verse 2: Tone Stith]
Ring alarms ’cause this ain’t no drill (no drill)
You a snack, yeah, better yet, meal (full meal)
Walk in and the club on 10 (on 10)
Gotta flex, flex, flex for real (for real)
I can’t relate
To nobody fake
Do my own thang
Get ’em all, yeah, go for the kill

[Pre-Chorus: Tone Stith]
It’s lit, alright
Promise you can catch me
Vibing all night
I ain’t playing no games
That’s what I like
Get it poppin’, 5 lanes
Oh, you know I’m

[Chorus: Tone Stith]
Oh, I’ma hit ’em with the light flex
(Flexing) tonight
(Flexing) oh
(Flexing)
Oh, I’ma hit ’em with the light flex
(Flexing) tonight
(Flexing) oh
(Flexing)
Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

[Post-Chorus: Tone Stith]
Let me do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
(Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz)
Heartbreaks and 808s
Turn around, one-legged fadeaway (swish)
Even with a beard, I got a baby face (no)
Head fake, crossover, hesitate (true)
I been working on my outside game (yeah)
3’s start to raining, thinking outside came
Keep my name on the jersey in all caps (caps)
Crossed over to my goal, overcame trap (trap)
Hanging on the win, waiting for my stripes
Riding through a hurricane in a drop top
Yelling Chainz balling, I’ma take it for my car
I can shoot from here, I can take the block

[Chorus: Tone Stith]
Oh, I’ma hit ’em with the light flex
(Flexing) tonight
(Flexing) oh
(Flexing)
Oh, I’ma hit ’em with the light flex
(Flexing) tonight
(Flexing) oh
(Flexing)
Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

[Post-Chorus: Tone Stith]
Let me do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world
Do it one time for the one time
Yeah, do it one time for the world

Dave Evans Solo – Help Along The Way lyrics

There was a time in my life when I

Didn’t know where I would go but I

Kept my mind focused on things that would move me along

To the place where I needed to be

I know you’re with me…

And together we’ll walk to the place where my life Where my Life

Will be lived and enjoyed and be guided by lights for me For me

My life is blessed by the presence

Of love and respect from the people I know People I know

My life has always been nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love

All through the years that I’ve lived Years that I’ve lived

There’s been people who showed me where I need to go
I need to go

They are the ones who gave nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love from above it’s pure love.

How do I repay the loan Repay the loan

To people who helped me atone Helped me atone

For all the mistakes that I’m sure I have made The mistakes I have made yes mistakes I have made.

They gave me the power to grow. Power to grow

They made me their Vincent Van Gogh Vincent Van Gogh

And they never ask for a cheer or parade.. They were never afraid, they were on a crusade, they were never repaid, they were love heaven-made, growing up Jersey made.

There was a time in my life when I When I
Didn’t know where I would go but I But I

Kept my mind focused on things that would move me along
To the place where I needed to be Where I needed to be

I know you’re with me… Thank God you’re with me

And together we’ll walk to the place where my life Where my Life

Will be lived and enjoyed and be guided by lights for me For me

My life is blessed by the presence

Of love and respect from the people I know People I know

My life has always been nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love

All through the years that I’ve lived Years that I’ve lived

There’s been people who showed me where I need to go
I need to go

They are the ones who gave nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love

I Know You’re with meee

X-Shai – Real lyrics

[Verse]
Huh on the beat x shai
Heeyyyyyyyyy
Since I was born,
The streets take me…
Raised me..
Made me,
Feed me,
Hurt me,
Love me,
Been hustling,
Hustling,
Hustling,
Hard to my family proud,

R.I.P  my grandma, i  still miss you bad,
Coming from the streets. Everybody looking at you bad,

Never judge a book, without reading on the inside,
Why you pointing fingers though, heeyyy
I hope you make sure yours is clean,
You never see no fake in me …so you should face reality

I’m always real, real
My mom and dad is real, real
My brothers real, real
My sisters real , heeyy
My daughter sees no wrong in me.. Her love is real, my daughter
My baby got my back
And she really really real, real

Chorus
I’m real heyyyy, you fake 
I’m in, you out
I keep my middle fingers up, fingers up, to point my haters out
Chorus
Heyyy
I’m in, you out, out
I keep my middle fingers up to point my haters out

Verse]
They wonder, they wonder, why i’m alive, thank the lord, no man aint god  

Mama aint raised no fool so don’t play with me, 

Put me anywhere on earth…i swear to god i’ll survive

Life is like a pen  , you better  learn how to make it right, heeyy

Moving forward ever
Backwards never,
Growing forever
No lacking 
Sham never 
Fake never
Snitching never
Grind hard
Hustle hard
Money copy
Real copy

Heading to the top heeyyy
Can’t nobody stop me

Chorus
I’m real, you fake 
I’m in, you out
I keep my middle fingers, fingers up to point my haters out

I’m real, you fake 
I’m in, you out
I keep my middle fingers, fingers up to point my haters out

Verse]

Welcome to the new world
Where is easy to hate
Easy to kill
Easy to lie
Easy to gossip
Easy to mock
But hard to love, heeey
I just don’t know, huh, I think the world is ending, huh,

But can’t stop you hating, huh
You make me work so hard,
You on my balls so tight, tights 
We don’t look a like, like
We not in the same league, heeeyy
Don’t drive the same wheel, wheel
Don’t have the same swag,
Don’t play the same hoes,
My future so bright, bright,

I’m being real though, I was born a king, my dad and brothers kings, my daughter queen, my mom and sisters queens, 
  my baby queen. 
She hold me 
Down, lifts me up 
And always riding with me

Cuz I’m real, dc real, charlotte real, memphis real, denver real, baltimore real, florida real, miami, new jersey real, new orleans real, atlanta real, new york real, cali real, texeas real, ohio real, gh real, detroit real, chicago real, vegas real, vegas, new york heeeehheeeeh, heeeheeeeheeeee x shai

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset) lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
Huh, woo, woo
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Fuck I look like doing cyphers
I’m getting richer now (uh)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
These bitches tripping (tripping)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Yeah that shit blue
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on runts, no nerds (hey)
Hang a fuckboy like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ bowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

Dounia – Shyne

[Verse 1]
I can only watch for so long, before I get uncomfortable
The centerfold, I gotta be, pay attention, see
I’m terribly offended they’re commending mediocrity
Are we honestly praising this commodity?
You call yourself an artist, stop, don’t get me started
Stop, don’t get me started
Not much of a drinker ’cause shit keeps spillin’ out
And I can hold my liquor, but I can’t hold my mouth
I can’t hold my tonuge, it lashes when it wants
I’ll blame it on the a-a-a-a-ambiance
Blame it on the excess clouding up my lenses
Finishing my sentence
My favorite kind of vengeance is gettin’ paid
Look back at rejection, and what it made

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 2]
I’m makin’ shit that’s honest, ain’t a product for a profit
Yeah my mind ain’t on my wallet
You won’t hear it ‘less I wrote it
It’s wack then I’ll dispose it
The standard that I’ll be setting is the standard I’m upholding
No silver spoon, shit just made me golden
I see your cards and I ain’t folding
I got a million in the molding, ’cause art takes time
And money it supply peace of mind

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Bridge]
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
I’ma pull a new vibe on ’em
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 3]
I ain’t in it for the money, I’ll get it when it’s ready
Take it back to my place, for conversation, Henny
For now I’m shooting campaigns in L.A. with some baddies
Yeah, with some baddies
Win the lotto, be a model, both funny concepts
Made my way in for some bread, yeah I finessed
Now I’m takin’ photos for some studio time
Couldn’t make it by when I worked the 9 to 5
In SoHo, with my eyes low
Closing shift got me lookin’ loco
IPhone with the glass broke
And my money barely seemed to get me back home
Yeah we gonna move to Jersey for your senior year
Quick, turn off the TV ’cause the landlord here
You still gotta take the train though, go to school in Queens
And get an education so you can live in Queens
‘Cause I ain’t got the means, your mama gettin’ tired
And when they ask what I do I honestly wanna lie
Ranking ain’t too high
Don’t end up where I am, promise me that you’ll try
I know you wanna sing, you can do that on the side
It ain’t about the money, it’s more about the pride
But I hope I make you proud still, mama
Hope I hold a Grammy up like a diploma
And when I do go to school, have my bread up
We’ve been in debt enough
We’ve been stressed enough
Been in debt enough, fuck

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

Bruce Springsteen – Jersey Girl lyrics

I got no time for the corner boys
Down in the street making all that noise
Or the girls out on the avenue
’cause tonight I wanna be with you
Tonight I’m gonna take that ride
Across the river to the jersey side
Take my baby to the carnival
And i’ll take her on all the rides

’cause down the shore everything’s all right
You and your baby on a saturday night
You know all my dreams come true
When I’m walking down the street with you

Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la I’m in love with a jersey girl

You know she thrills me with all her charms
When I’m wrapped up in my baby’s arms
My little girl gives me everything
I know that some day she’ll wear my ring
So don’t bother me man I ain’t got no time
I’m on my way to see that girl of mine
’cause nothing matters in this whole wide world
When you’re in love with a jersey girl

Sha la la la…

I see you on the street and you look so tired
I know that job you got leaves you so uninspired
When I come by to take you out to eat
You’re lyin’ all dressed up on the bed baby fast asleep
Go in the bathroom and put your makeup on
We’re gonna take that little brat of yours and drop her off at your mom’s
I know a place where the dancing’s free
Now baby won’t you come with me
’cause down the shore everything’s all right
You and your baby on a saturday night
Nothing matters in this whole wide world
When you’re in love with a jersey girl

Saba – World In My Hands (feat. Smino & Legit)

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Verse 1: Saba]
The world in my palm like it’s pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I document it, put it on page
Flipped it on em, I swanton bombed
And she say that she saw me on prime time
Stock going up draft combine
I don’t wanna hear about the bullshit, I could write a full book how you only keep it real sometimes
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn’t try to take my whole life and put it in writing
Put it on wax to play while you drive
I was on the bus with it
Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
Y’all still did everything but listen, now they tryna sign like a petition, submission
How I got the game in a choke hold
Knew my day would come, it was foretold
I’ve been focusing on keeping my balance, like I had a couple drinks in the cup-holder
I ain’t worried bout your boys moving backwards
Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards
Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the…

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Verse 2: Saba]
Hey!
Look, they trafficking, they don’t got crossing guards
We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
Reader’s digest, I got food for thought
From where they keep pack like they move a lot
I was a diamond in the rough but rough was more literal
Now I kill with the literary, just drop it on em like litterers
I just put my life in some literature…like literally!
I can’t hold it, I feel all of it
The police targeted, like I’m shoppin
Want my albums posthumous, no fraudulent
Gas like flatulence, hoe I feel fabulous
I’m fathering…all these styles I hit, then they copy it
You know I ain’t worried bout that though (about that though)
Look how they react when I’m back home (when I’m back home)
I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle)
Still yellin’ bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
In my vans, mobbin’ through France
Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Bridge: LeGit & Saba]
Daydreamin’ its real when we wake up
Gave my all but can’t say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
(Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)

[Verse 3: Smino]
My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
Burn like the pain when you see me grow
Yeah yeah it’s that same old negro
Crazy how now this weed shit legal
Bro mainpassion was the profit
Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default
Judge slammed the gavel and he gone
Good man need a lil’ more tryna feed his people
Screaming reparations, ’till my respiration meet the expiration, uh
No ain’t no rush lil’ bitch, I got patience
Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I’m waiting
With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn
Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay
A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk
St. Lou taught me never front, stunt
Dave Mirra bring it bike on em, they been feeling dead dripping life on em
On your…head, turn to lice on em
Come to…bread, need a high quota
On a…quest for my lil’ niggas
Gotta get ’em back, turn the Phife on em

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Bridge: LeGit & Saba]
Daydreamin’ its real when we wake up
Gave my all but can’t say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
(Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)

Big Lenbo – Goatman (Strange Days Album)

[Intro]
There’s something out there
It lives, out in those woods
In the dark

[Verse 1]
Yo whats creepin’ in the shadows
Where the back road narrows
Off the 212 powder mill where the feds harrow
Complex fellow more a beast then he tends to tell em
Goatman lurkin’ certain he the real urban legend
Don’t get caught up in his section cloak hides the imperfection
Smokin’ weed constantly tend to taper his aggression
Used to get his trees from swamp thing had the dope connection PG caught up with him now he’s headed for correction
Boogie man thats the brethren push the chevy bubble wolfman Rollin’ through full moon shot him in the muzzle
Goatman on the hustle catchin’ bodies on the humble
Sasquatch he in trouble cause he comin’ for his spot on the double
Stuck the pigman for the truffle
Loch ness left him lifeless in a puddle
Chupacabra he a bitch ain’t on the level
Left the Mothman in the ditch with the jersey devil

[Hook]
Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman

Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman

[Verse 2]
Nobody really know him its about time to show em
Been livin’ on the fringe, so where do we begin?
Some say harmless others know he heartless
Can’t dismiss the charges
Let’s be honest, everybody see you livin’ in the darkness
More laid back in his older age
Opposed to the older days, teenage full of rage
Busting out the FDA, Cage, cop the gauge seeking blessings
From the sage
Pray never have to spray
If it may, hope it’s to his enemy’s dismay
Times have changed since a juvenile delinquent had to switch it thinking different
Couldn’t see the bigger picture so he focus on specifics
How to get it putting shit together hammering the rivets
Hard as granite
Cut too rough to understand it
Never syncing to your orbit, life on ‘nother planet
Troublesome like an art from the start the troubled son
Widen up his arch endless vision built a frame of mind around a single thought

[Hook]
Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman

Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman
Goatman, Goatman

[Outro]
You’re so sick mentally

Lil Bibby – Free Crack 4 Intro

[Verse 1]
Bitch we armed and dangerous
You ain’t no limit, can’t hang with us
Ain’t too many that can bang with us
Niggas want smoke, well flame it up
What you been smokin’, some angel dust?
You’re mad ’cause your bitch got a thang for us?
You really want smoke with the gang for her?
You thinkin’ ’bout losing your brain for her?
Niggas got choppers, the same as us
But I don’t really think they insane as us
We come to your block and change it up
They take off they jersey and hang ’em up
Look, I wanted to be like D-Rose
Mama was broke and I needed some clothes
Then I started wyling and kicking in doors
Looking for fiends that be playin’ with they nose
Got off my ass and start settin’ some goals
My neck got upgraded from silver to gold
I start a track, I need different hoes
I keep me a row, I need me a Rolls
Remember them times had to sleep on the floor
Now all my seats on the floor
M O B, won’t pay a fee for a ho
And I still scream free the Ro
They want me chained up but I came up
Young nigga ’bout to fuck the game up
Movin’ slow so I switched the lane up
Kept it Ben Frank, never changed up
If it’s ’bout money you know I get plenty
I ride with the semi, I die with it with me
Don’t try Lil Bibby, the savage is in me
I’ma get rich ’til I die like I’m Fifty

[Interlude]
Huh?
Look

[Verse 2]
Let’s be serious, niggas be actin’ like they on they period
Tellin’ these lies but I am not hearing it
They play in the ride but I am not feeling it, cut it off
I do not like being lied to
EBK, let me remind you
Niggas be talkin’ like gangsters until I go hop out, lil brother come find you
Kill everybody behind you
Or in the front and the side too
Your partner ‘nem wanna be cool
If he fuck with you then he dying too
Niggas keep hating, I’m losing my patience
I fuck with some haitans who’ll make you a patient
These niggas ain’t gon’ be satisfied
‘Til the doc tell mama you ain’t gon’ make it
Nigga it’s ’bout time that I go super saiyan
My brothers been telling me Bibby quit playin
I got a short temper so watch what you sayin’
Tell all these crackers just hurry and pay him
They don’t understand, bitch I’m the man
Fuck her then kick the bitch out like she payin’
Dealt me the cards, just watch how I play ’em
Fuck a hit record, Free Crack for the land

Sean Paul – So Fine (Dutty Classics Collection Album)

Girl gu-gu girl
I’ll be your sunshine
You can be mine
You’ll be my wind chime
I got the rhyme
We’ll have a good time
Make up your mind
Roll with me girl, you’re so fine

Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine my
Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine

This time, my girl if you jus call me
Anytime my love like start get corny
We keep it steam up a stormy
Me and you team up and build an army
Cah me love all di shape a ya body
And me kno seh you waan come party
If ya kno seh a you a me target
Girl I’ll be that doggy doggy
Sexy chick that a my periquisite
Hot girls gottas be my darlin’
Get with it, my beat you fi set wit it
All girls gotta heed my callin’
From Kingston up to New Orleans
New jersey rite back to spalding
You fi know this boy ain’t stallin’
We puttin’ all in

Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine my
Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine

Listen my voices and my vocal
Lack off ya phone, tell ya man don’t call
I’m gonna give you this love total
Medical and it’s antidotal, oh yeah!
Cah we a di top pro gal
International or local
Ya man don’t got it like me not at all
Cah ya man don’t firm ya man don’t tall
I’m a bruk out di diamon n’ di opal
I’m a try love but now di love stall
Look like I’m don’t have no hope at all
I’m nah come good with di approach at all
Hang him up like picture inna photo hall
Every man gwan buy new protocol
S.P. a di man you if call
I won’t fall

Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine my
Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine

I’ll be your sunshine
You can be mine
You’ll be my wind chime
I got the rhyme
We’ll have a good time
Make up your mind
Roll with me girl, you’re so fine

Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine my
Girl, just let me be there for you any time, you’re so fine
For you I’d tie the longest line, you’re so fine
My girl bruk out in whine
Mash up me brain, you a mash up man mind
Real bad man a dey dash way dem nine
I’ll be your sunshine

Lil Bibby – Free Crack 4 (Intro)

[Verse 1]
Bitch we armed and dangerous
You ain’t no limit, can’t hang with us
Ain’t too many that can bang with us
Niggas want smoke, well flame it up
What you been smokin’, some angel dust?
You’re mad ’cause your bitch got a thang for us?
You really want smoke with the gang for her?
You thinkin’ ’bout losing your brain for her?
Niggas got choppers, the same as us
But I don’t really think they insane as us
We come to your block and change it up
They take off they jersey and hang ’em up
Look, I wanted to be like D-Rose
Mama was broke and I needed some clothes
Then I started wyling and kicking in doors
Looking for fiends that be playin’ with they nose
Got off my ass and start settin’ some goals
My neck got upgraded from silver to gold
I start a track, I need different hoes
I keep me a row, I need me a Rolls
Remember them times had to sleep on the floor
Now all my seats on the floor
M O B, won’t pay a fee for a ho
And I still scream free the Ro
They want me chained up but I came up
Young nigga ’bout to fuck the game up
Movin’ slow so I switched the lane up
Kept it Ben Frank, never changed up
If it’s ’bout money you know I get plenty
I ride with the semi, I die with it with me
Don’t try Lil Bibby, the savage is in me
I’ma get rich ’til I die like I’m Fifty

[Interlude]
Huh?
Look

[Verse 2]
Let’s be serious, niggas be actin’ like they on they period
Tellin’ these lies but I am not hearing it
They play in the ride but I am not feeling it, cut it off
I do not like being lied to
EBK, let me remind you
Niggas be talkin’ like gangsters until I go hop out, lil brother come find you
Kill everybody behind you
Or in the front and the side too
Your partner ‘nem wanna be cool
If he fuck with you then he dying too
Niggas keep hating, I’m losing my patience
I fuck with some haitans who’ll make you a patient
These niggas ain’t gon’ be satisfied
‘Til the doc tell mama you ain’t gon’ make it
Nigga it’s ’bout time that I go super saiyan
My brothers been telling me Bibby quit playin
I got a short temper so watch what you sayin’
Tell all these crackers just hurry and pay him
They don’t understand, bitch I’m the man
Fuck her then kick the bitch out like she payin’
Dealt me the cards, just watch how I play ’em
Fuck a hit record, Free Crack for the land

Free crack 4 intro – Lil Bibby lyrics

Lyrics Lil Bibby – Free crack 4 intro

B*tch we armed and dangerous
You ain’t no limit, can’t hang with us
Ain’t too many that can bang with us
Niggas want smoke, well flame it up
What you been smokin’, some angel dust?
You’re mad ’cause your b*tch got a thang for us?
You really want smoke with the gang for her?
You thinkin’ ’bout losing your brain for her?
Niggas got choppers, the same as us
But I don’t really think they insane as us
We come to your block and change it up
They take off they jersey and hang ’em up
Look, I wanted to be like D-Rose
Mama was broke and I needed some clothes
Then I started wyling and kicking in doors
Looking for fiends that be playin’ with they nose
Got off my a*s and start settin’ some goals
My neck got upgraded from silver to gold
I start a track, I need different h**s
I keep me a row, I need me a Rolls
Remember them times had to sleep on the floor
Now all my seats on the floor
M O B, won’t pay a fee for a ho
And I still scream free the Ro
They want me chained up but I came up
Young nigga ’bout to f*ck the game up
Movin’ slow so I switched the lane up
Kept it Ben Frank, never changed up
If it’s ’bout money you know I get plenty
I ride with the semi, I die with it with me
Don’t try Lil Bibby, the savage is in me
I’ma get rich ’til I die like I’m Fifty.(free crack)

Huuh?
Look:

Let’s be serious, niggas be actin’ like they on they period
Tellin’ these lies but I am not hearing it
They play in the ride but I am not feeling it, cut it off
I do not like being lied to
EBK, let me remind you
Niggas be talkin’ like gangsters until I go hop out, lil brother come find you
Kill everybody behind you versuri-lyrics.info
Or in the front and the side too
Your partner ‘nem wanna be cool
If he f*ck with you then he dying too
Niggas keep hating, I’m losing my patience
I f*ck with some haitans who’ll make you a patient
These niggas ain’t gon’ be satisfied
‘Til the doc tell mama you ain’t gon’ make it
Nigga it’s ’bout time that I go super saiyan
My brothers been telling me Bibby quit playin
I got a short temper so watch what you sayin’
Tell all these crackers just hurry and pay him
They don’t understand, b*tch I’m the man
f*ck her then kick the b*tch out like she payin’
Dealt me the cards, just watch how I play ’em
f*ck a hit record, Free Crack for the landdd.
Lil Bibby lyrics
Video intro

Sauce Walka – We Did It

[Intro]
Know what i’m talking bout
Now can you splash that

[Verse 1]

Walking around with a 40 piece, i put the flavour out in them streets
I send them choppers out when its beef, i had your bitch freaking in the sheets, Who is you lil niggas anyway
Im buying diamonds like real estate
Im buying choppers like real estate and i’m still buying real estate where should i live today (Damn)
Buying a ghost how i feel today, buying a pint how i feel today
I hit your bitch with a fadeaway, She wear my jersey like Dr. J
Im aftermath like Dr.Dre and i’m got bitches like Yeezy
Im selling snow like Jeezy, I got white bitches like Yeezy
I got a soul like Jesus, i bet these bitches gone prey to me
She left her family to stay with me, she wanna make a new way with me, go get her first 100k wit me, shit on these hater hoes faithfully
Go to my shows and fly planes with me
She wanna drip and leave stains with me

[Hook] (x2)
We Did It (x8)
Hunnids on Hunnids We Did It
Bunnies on Bunnies We Did It
Made it from nothing We Did It
Name it who done We Did It

[Verse 2]
Who got them bad bitches really though
Who getting paid and who tricking though
Who got the hearts of the criminals
Who got the killers thats quick to go
Who got the streets in a figure four
Who had them fights at the corner store
Who brought them kids to them foreign doors, bought them 30’s and choppers on the stage nigga the city know
Who got you hated foreally though, got your bitch flaking foreally though, got your bitch taken foreally though
Who showed you greatness foreally though
Who got you buying the Jesus pieces
Who gave you flavour like Reese’s pieces
Who took your bitch out to (?)
Who told you buying this ice is easy
Who told you lil niggas you can do it
Who gave you hope, Who was your influence
Who made you niggas move like a unit
Who made you lil niggas go and do it (Oweee)
Who made you lil niggas go and get it (Meee)
Who made you niggas believe in it
Go get a bitch a receive with it
You didn’t think it could happen until we did it

[Hook] (x2)
We Did It (x8)
Hunnids on Hunnids We Did It
Bunnies on Bunnies We Did It
Made it from nothing We Did It
Name it who done We Did It

[Outro]
Oweeeee
Now can you splash that

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made (True To Self Album)

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made Lyrics

[Intro]
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go

[Bridge]
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

[Verse 1]
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, “How he purchase that himself?”

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

[Bridge]
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

[Verse 2]
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

[Verse 3]
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want

[Bridge]
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

King Lil G – Kennedy

[Intro]
Yeah, This Dedicated To My Dog In That Cell
Waiting For The Mail To Come
I Know You Probably Feel Like People Forgot About You
For My People Stuck In The Projects

[Verse 1]
Momma I’m Get You That House
You Always Wanted
In The Hills Of The City
Where Cops Never Patrol
Let Me Take You Back To ’96
Where Me & Black Kids Would Co-Exist
And Race Wouldn’t Exist
All We Wanted Was That 23 Jersey
By The Chicago Bulls
I Got Older
So I Had To Follow Prison Rules
They Separate Us
Give Us Guns
Want Us To Hate Us
Another Funeral
Checkmate
Homie They Played US
It’s Like A Dream
We Never Wake Up From
Trying To Ignore The Pain
We Just Blaze One Up
Momma Don’t Shed No Tears
My Intentions Are Great, Yeah
I’ll A Get You Out Of Section 8 Now
I Know You Hope I’ll Find A Righteous Girl
Remain Calm – Blindfolded
In A White Man’s World
The Streets Told Me Many Secrets
Either You Dying From A Gun Shot
Or Diabetes
If They Tell You That It’s Cancer
Then You’ll Never Beat It
Ask The Government
They’ll Tell You what It Is They Feed Us
They’ll Probably Put Me On The News
And Tell You That I’m A Hoodlum
Tell You Some Lies About Me
Like The Way They Did To Muslims
Rest In Peace
That’s The End Of Me
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
I’m Out

[John F. Kennedy]
The world is very different now
For man holds in his mortal hands

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

(Check It)

[Verse 2]
I Used To Look Out My Window
My Heartbeat Didn’t Match My Life’s Tempo
I Was Moving Quick
Hanging With The Troubled Kids
They Would Go To Class
And I Was Trying To Hustle This
Being Was Never Easy
I Could Never Lie
Half The Time I Was Blind
Gangsta Juvenile
A Single Woman On Welfare
Never Gave Up
Under Pressure
That’s The Only Way I Came Up
Now There’s No Telling Where I Might Be
Trying To Forget My Pain
Smoking Till My Eyes Bleed
I’m In The Dark
Trying To Turn On My High Beams
With A Couple Drugs Stuffed In My Nike’s
Cortez, Baggy Pants And A White-Tee
The Intention In My Soul
Is What Defines Me
I Wanna Be A Better Father
Than My Father Was
Become A Millionaire
And Kick It With My Youngest Son

[John F. Kennedy]
The power to abolish all forms of human poverty
And all forms of human life

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

King Lil G – Kennedy Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, This Dedicated To My Dog In That Cell
Waiting For The Mail To Come
I Know You Probably Feel Like People Forgot About You
For My People Stuck In The Projects

[Verse 1]
Momma I’m Get You That House
You Always Wanted
In The Hills Of The City
Where Cops Never Patrol
Let Me Take You Back To ’96
Where Me & Black Kids Would Co-Exist
And Race Wouldn’t Exist
All We Wanted Was That 23 Jersey
By The Chicago Bulls
I Got Older
So I Had To Follow Prison Rules
They Separate Us
Give Us Guns
Want Us To Hate Us
Another Funeral
Checkmate
Homie They Played US
It’s Like A Dream
We Never Wake Up From
Trying To Ignore The Pain
We Just Blaze One Up
Momma Don’t Shed No Tears
My Intentions Are Great, Yeah
I’ll A Get You Out Of Section 8 Now
I Know You Hope I’ll Find A Righteous Girl
Remain Calm – Blindfolded
In A White Man’s World
The Streets Told Me Many Secrets
Either You Dying From A Gun Shot
Or Diabetes
If They Tell You That It’s Cancer
Then You’ll Never Beat It
Ask The Government
They’ll Tell You what It Is They Feed Us
They’ll Probably Put Me On The News
And Tell You That I’m A Hoodlum
Tell You Some Lies About Me
Like The Way They Did To Muslims
Rest In Peace
That’s The End Of Me
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
I’m Out

[John F. Kennedy]
The world is very different now
For man holds in his mortal hands

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

(Check It)

[Verse 2]
I Used To Look Out My Window
My Heartbeat Didn’t Match My Life’s Tempo
I Was Moving Quick
Hanging With The Troubled Kids
They Would Go To Class
And I Was Trying To Hustle This
Being Was Never Easy
I Could Never Lie
Half The Time I Was Blind
Gangsta Juvenile
A Single Woman On Welfare
Never Gave Up
Under Pressure
That’s The Only Way I Came Up
Now There’s No Telling Where I Might Be
Trying To Forget My Pain
Smoking Till My Eyes Bleed
I’m In The Dark
Trying To Turn On My High Beams
With A Couple Drugs Stuffed In My Nike’s
Cortez, Baggy Pants And A White-Tee
The Intention In My Soul
Is What Defines Me
I Wanna Be A Better Father
Than My Father Was
Become A Millionaire
And Kick It With My Youngest Son

[John F. Kennedy]
The power to abolish all forms of human poverty
And all forms of human life

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

Monster Magnet – See You In Hell lyrics

A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline
They don’t get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away

You were like a zombie
When you told me what you did that day
And I drove out to the meadowlands
To throw our baby away
What time and snow couldn’t bury
Years of forgotten guilt
That little body’s calling, rising up
From under a Jersey landfill

I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to do

I guess I’ll see you in hell

A creature’s waitin’ for a battle in the ancient swamp
Your pissing on the pyramids
Ain’t gonna move things along
So pack your scars and your makeup
And give your money to the poor
Cos you’ve been riding a twenty gauged ticket
Into reality’s door

The tv’s gone and you’ve been half an hour paid
And your punkrock band still sucks anyway
I was talking to Jesus through a hole in the floor
He said our time is up, we can’t stay anymore
No more

A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets sing like mescaline
They don’t get old
I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day
It looked just like the pillow you threw away

I just woke up the other night
And now I know what to do
I just woke up the other night girl
And now I know what to do

I guess I’ll see you in hell

Kap G – No New Friends Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo & Kap G]
I’mma get money (yeah yeah)
I’mma get money (yeah yeah)
We don’t need new friends (whoo)
Yeah, Kap G
I’mma get money, I’mma get money
Aye
We don’t need new friends

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ben Frank, that’s my bestie (Benjamin)
Countin’ money, I’m a leftie (leftie)
Feelin’ like I’m Wayne Gretzky (Wayne)
Got ’em dabbin’ at the ESPYs (dab)
Migo gang build legacy (Migo)
Calabasas out in Beverly (woah)
Nigga mad ’cause I’m walkin’ round piped up and you ain’t relevant (pipe it up)
Hundred thou’, I can match that (hundred thou’)
Back in the day, I didn’t have that (aye)
Na, ain’t goin’ back and forth (na)
‘Cause you niggas playin’ Pitty Pat (aye aye)
I bought the coupe, know where the keys at (vroom)
Land in Cali, where the trees at? (cookie)
Real nigga, yeah I bleed that (bleed)
OGs, bitch, seen that (uh)
Don’t run up on me like you know me (hold up)
Really y’all niggas owe me (y’all)
Came in with a new sound (whoo)
And the whole world stole it (they did)
They try to act like they don’t see it (damn)
They tryna act like they don’t hear it (damn)
Motherfuck a fake friend (fuck you)
I’m with my day one to the end (friend)

[Hook: Quavo]
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (nope)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new aye)
We don’t need new friends (uh)
We don’t need new friends (yeah yeah)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends

[Verse 2: Kap G]
I had to stop stressin’ over these bitches
Got me some money, got me a crib
Saucin’ I drip, you in the VIP
I see how you live, these niggas do it
These niggas ain’t goin’ to the hood no more
[?] these niggas ain’t good no more
Got enough friends, I don’t need no more
I’m a CEO, I don’t need your hoe
Yeah, you know that they hate when you up
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, the police, they don’t give a fuck
Yeah, the police, they don’t give a fuck
Police shootin’ we, that shit weak (yeah yeah)
If you ain’t live the struggle, please don’t speak (yeah yeah)
I gotta watch out for backstabbers
I got your bitch on the Jack Daniels
She gon’ leave you with her airfare
Yeah, she gon’ leave you with her airfare
She want me to buy her the Birkie (yeah)
She want my last name on her jersey (yeah)
Tell me girl, which one you workin’? (tell me)
Tell me girl, which one you workin’?

[Hook: Quavo]
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (nope)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new aye)
We don’t need new friends (uh)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (ooh)