Mouthing off With the Coyle Twins

I have to remind myself at several points throughout my interview with the Coyle Twins that no, I did not just ingest a bunch of drugs.

Luca and Cooper Coyle first came to prominence on the now-defunct social network Vine, then parlayed their success over to a YouTube channel in 2016, where they released a heavy flow of videos including “ARRESTED & FIRED FROM OUR FIRST JOB?! | Storytime” and “WE WERE ALMOST KIDNAPPED | Storytime.” Their biggest viral moment came in May of 2018 when they released the video “Twins come out to mom & you won’t believe her reaction.” (Her reaction, which I had no trouble believing based off the fact that this surely could not have come as a shock to her: “Okay… so what?”)

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Once out of the closet, and no longer tethered to presenting a masculinized version of themselves, the pair began to experimenting with drag, and over time, introduced the world to the drag duo Sugar & Spice. 86 million likes later, the pair are among the most popular LGBTQ+ content creators on TikTok, where they share videos of themselves living their best, most chaotic lives.

Below, I try to get a word in edgewise in conversation with the enthusiastic, magnetic, never-boring pair about their public coming out, their drag pursuits, Miley Cyrus and how embracing their femininity helped teach them to love themselves.

When this interview is published, it will be three years since your viral coming out video to your mother. I’m wondering, with three years of hindsight, how you look back on that moment now?

Cooper: Oh, God!

Luca: Honestly, I kind of forget about it now. It seems like a lifetime ago, it’s crazy. The thought never really comes to my mind. Now, the thought of coming out as gay just seems so minut to being a crazy, life-sized doll/drag queen stuck in the middle of suburbia.

Cooper: It seems a little like “Oh, sweetie, you’ve got a long road ahead of you if you think that a hurdle, so buckle up, baby!'”

When you say you guys are stuck in suburbia, where are you?

Cooper: We are in the South Shore of Long Island.

Luca [In an exaggerated Long Island accent]: Long Island, New York! [Back to normal speaking voice] If you haven’t been able to tell with the accents. Hopefully we aren’t giving you like, Long Island, New York. I mean, our parents have it worse, like our dad’s from Staten Island and [back to exaggerated Long Island accent] they talk like this [back normal speaking voice now] his name’s Cooper, and our dad will be like…

Cooper: He knows my name, you don’t have to say it, but okay.

Luca: No, I know! But our dad will be like [in exaggerated Staten Island accent] “Coop-ah, get off the comput-ah!” Like, when we were growing up they’d say “Coop-ah.”

@coyletwins

his walk at the end tho😭😭

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So, do you both have aspirations of moving to New York City or Los Angeles one day? Or do you guys want to stay where you are?

Luca: Oh, no, no, no, no. We are trying to get to LA as soon as possible. The plan was to go last year, then the pandemic happened.

Cooper: It’s very the Christina Aguilera meme where they’re asking her about when the album is gonna drop and she’s like, “It’s a creative process, it takes time…”

Luca: “…we’re not gonna rush it.” But eventually, yes

So is there a gay scene in South Shore? What is the scene like in terms of the homosexual persuasion?

Luca: [Playfully] Oh, the homosexual persuasion.

Cooper: I think we took up the majority. I think our town was like, “Okay, this is enough. Just the two flaming fags on the street.” Like yeah, that’s going to be enough.

Luca: I mean there really isn’t much. There’s definitely not a bar scene or a gay scene at all. I think they’ve all just fled to New York City by now probably.

Cooper: No, no, no. My mom actually told me the other day, there is like a gay pride parade in our town in June. She was like, “You guys should come with me!”

You guys should Grand Marshal it!

Luca: [Laughing] Oh, no.

Cooper: Imagine!

I’m curious when each of you had the realization that you were gay and how you communicated that to one another? Did you know each other were gay?

Cooper: Our bond was so strong. As you can imagine, growing up as a queer kid you feel like you can’t really relate to anyone else, you’re still waiting to find your tribe, you feel out of place. But luckily for us, we were able to validate each other. Even though we still had to go through the same struggles as everyone else, like finding ourselves and all that bullshit, our self esteem was pretty strong because I was like, “Oh, he’s just like me.” So I didn’t feel that out of place.

Luca: We had each other. I’m like, “Well if I’m weird and different from all the other boys, I can’t be that weird because I have someone that looks just like me that is also ‘weird’ and different from the other boys,” so there was some comfort and camaraderie there.

Cooper: Just like how I always knew I was gay, I just knew he was, too. It was like this thing we didn’t address.

Luca: I guess that is that twin telepathy after all. Then in collage a friend brought us to a gay club on our second night out in the city when we went to FIT and all of the sudden we were living for it. First of all, I don’t even know how we got in because I was wearing Birkenstocks and shorts, I literally looked twelve years old. I don’t know how that happened.

Cooper: With the fake IDs…

Luca: Oh right. But we got in, and I saw boys kissing boys, he saw boys kissing boys, and we were living for it.

Cooper: We weren’t running for the hills, we were running for the dick, and yeah.

That’s poetic. Do you two ever get sick of each other?

Both: Oh, yeah!

Luca: Our favorite videos are ones where we’re fighting.

Cooper: Our bloopers.

Luca: Because those are our real, candid moments. We only fight over artistic things, but our way of fighting is so weird. We could be like screaming at each other, and two minutes later we’re like best friends.

Cooper: We will go off and read each other down, but it’s chaotic because two minutes later we’re like, “Okay, let’s go to Panera and get mac n’ cheese.

@coyletwins

WHO WON?! Sugar💙 or Spice❤️?? ##heels ##runway ##tiktokfashion ##fashioninspo

♬ original sound – SUGAR & SPICE✨

When did each of you first start getting interested in drag?

Luca: This question is like opening Pandora’s box…

Cooper: Asking a drag queen their drag name, or when they got started, it’s like five hours later, I just needed a simple answer and you gave me the whole novel. Also, every other drag queen is like, “I played with dolls growing up, now I’m a life-sized doll.” Like, oh, bitch, give it a break.

Luca: Give it up, sis. Like, we get it, we get it.

Cooper: The thing about us that really bonded us together when we were younger, and even now, were our dolls. We were really invested because…

Luca: It was our escape.

Cooper: I had no interest in what the world and reality provided to me. I was into the glamour…

Luca: That’s why we love Housewives and reality TV. We started watching that really young. I think in like sixth grade I was like transfixed and fascinated by Nene and Kim, like the first episode of Atlanta, and ever since then we’ve been hooked. But before that, we were watching America’s Next Top Model, starting in like third grade. I was obsessed with the glamour and the photography and then we started taking pictures of our dolls. Then in middle school we would turn them into models and started doing their hair and make-up. So we look back and are like, ‘Wait, we were literally doing drag back then.” It’s no different than what we’re doing now, it’s just on ourselves.

Okay wait, but to go back to Housewives real quick, I know you mentioned Nene and Kim, formative for me as well, but is there a singular housewife that you really look at and you feel like has the characteristics of a drag queen?

Cooper: We love the people that everyone hates…

Luca: Yeah, we love the villains. Like the Kenya Moores, the Danielle Staubs, even Kelly Dodd. We love the crazy ones that bring drama, controversial in that sense.

Cooper: I like watching unhinged people on TV. I feel like, we always are like Jill Zarin: “We’re not gonna lie, we miss the gossip.”

You both are huge Miley Cyrus fans. What is it you love most about her?

Luca: Literally, I ask myself that question sometimes, like, why do I love her so much? Like what is going on up in here, like why? And I feel like the answer is because I really liked her growing up, like Hannah Montana, Disney channel, all that stuff. But right when the Bangerz era started was when I really fell in love with her. I kind of saw her as an underdog in terms of the media because I could see her true talent…

Cooper: She was overlooked.

Luca: They didn’t realize how much of a good singer she was, how much of a writer or an artist she was. They would slut shame her and say all of these horrible things about her, so I kind of saw myself in her in a weird way, or just felt oddly connected to her, and ever since then I always root for her. I’ll be out and about and I’ll respond to her name faster than when I hear someone say my name. Like Miley and Tyra Banks, if you say a bad thing about them, even though, obviously, everyone is not perfect, everyone has had their fair share of shit they’ve done, but I will always ride for them.

Cooper: I think why we connected with Miley so much when Bangerz came out, because in ninth grade that’s like the peak of social inclusion and you’re trying to fit in. So to see someone be so unapologetically themselves, I was like, “Oh my god, that’s the confidence and aspiration that I needed.” Like “Do My Thang,” she was just fearless.

Luca: People wanted her to be something that she wasn’t. “We want the long hair,” and she was like, “I’m me and you’re going to deal with it.” I feel like that’s us. Originally when we did YouTube and we were switching over to drag, we got so much hate. “Go back to the old you,” “We don’t like this.” And I look back and there’s kind of a correlation. We stuck to our ground like her. I would always be like, “Well Miley would do what she wants to do and not what other people wanted her to do,” so I kind of developed that mantra.

Cooper: And I think there is an important message behind when someone thinks you’re one thing, you can turn around and be like, “Woah, woah, woah, I’m actually this thing,” you know? So I love that.

Biggest celebrity crush?

Cooper: Actually, it’s weird because growing up I was never into the guys or anything, I was just into the girls. I think I pushed my gayness off so much that I was stanning Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan.

Luca: Yeah, those were our icons. Those were my crushes, like, Hilary and Lindsay.

Cooper: But I will say, we were watching The Assassination of Gianni Versace…

Luca: Oh, this! We never have crushes on the same people and we were both living for…

Cooper: We were introduced to Cody Fern and we were obsessed.

Luca: We were watching it and looking up, “Is he gay?” Oh, yes he is. And we were doing our research like, “Oh, he has a boyfriend… great. “

Cooper: And you get on the thing and find the boyfriend and you’re like, “Oh, shit.”

Luca: But yeah, he’s definitely our shared celebrity crush. That’s the one person we will fight to the death over.

And speaking of crushes, what goes down in your DMs?

Cooper: The DMs are dryer than the Sahara Desert. It’s literally just 13-year-old girls from TikTok being like, “Hi what make-up brushes did you use in this video?”

Luca: I feel like maybe back when we were doing YouTube and not doing drag the DMs were more popping, but now I feel like if someone comes across our page…

Cooper: We scare them off.

Luca: They don’t really understand what’s happening. “Are they people? Or are they just animated, wanna-be cartoon dolls?”

Cooper: That is the nice thing, when it comes to dating and all of that, with drag and I guess the way we present ourselves online…

Luca: It’s going to cancel out the stupid masc-for-masc gays that are going to judge you anyways. Because a lot of times you see the really butch guys, all muscle-y and you might think, “Oh, they might be judgemental, maybe they don’t like the more feminine gays or whatever.” But a lot of times the ones that I meet that present as more stereotypically masculine, they’re like more feminine than me in real life.”

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We had to let them know!! ##gay ##lgbtq ##trans ##lesbian ##dragqueen ##pronouns

♬ original sound – SUGAR & SPICE✨

What is your message for our community this Pride?

Cooper: I think the main message is just we don’t have to be the token anything. For us on TikTok, when we started we didn’t realize that these young kids didn’t know what drag was or a drag queen. They only knew James Charles. I figured everyone knows RuPaul and Drag Race but….

Luca: They literally don’t know what it is.

Cooper: Literally, like, nine, 12, 17-year-olds. They see us and they’re like, “Oh my god, James Charles!” And it’s funny, that’s kind of when we saw the opportunity, that this is our chance to actually educate people and be that representation, but also kind-of normalize it for them. So when they’re in school, and they’re like…

Luca: Someone doesn’t know the difference between a trans person and a drag queen, they can be like, “Oh, well I know those two crazy twins on TikTok that dress in those outfits, they’re just drag queens, and they have fun…”

Cooper: And they can explain the difference between a drag queen and a trans person, and educate them about how trans people can also be drag queens. It’s all about familiarity for us, like we can be that for people, but also have the conversation continued. LGBTQ+ people defined by just being trans or just being gay, or lesbian, or a drag queen. They’re so much more, their entire existence doesn’t just have to be that.

“Wear Me Out” is a column by pop culture fiend Evan Ross Katz that takes a look at the week in celebrity dressing. From award shows and movie premieres to grocery store runs, he’ll keep you up to date on what your favorite celebs have recently worn to the biggest and most inconsequential events.

Photography: The Coyle Twins

Lauv Is Just as Lonely as the Rest of Us

This past March, Lauv released his debut studio album, ~how i’m feeling~, and now the singer is following up with a music video for “Modern Loneliness.” The visual, captured remotely during quarantine, provides an intimate look into how Lauv is dealing in the digital age of COVID-19.

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Directed by Jason Lester, the video displays an iPhone screen, which flips between apps and footage of Lauv himself. Lauv, who previously wrote about his dependence on technology for PAPER, creates a commentary on society’s current relationship to social media. Scrolling through Instagram, text messages and even Tinder, the video demonstrates how reliant we are on technology as a means of communication. We’re never alone, but always depressed,” Lauv laments.

The video was originally set to be shot in Los Angeles this March with more than 100 fans reuniting with friends they had lost contact with. Lauv managed to incorporate this idea in a socially distant way: fans from all over the world were still included in the clip through duets on various apps. It’s all a timely reminder that even when we’re physically apart, we’re still connected.

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Stream ~how i’m feeling~, below.

Photo via Instagram

Influencer Marnie the Dog Has Died

Marnie the Dog, the popular senior dog influencer with her signature hanging tongue, has died.

The 18-year-old Shih Tzu has over 1.8 million followers grieving her loss. Her owner wrote on the pup’s Instagram account that she passed away “painlessly and peacefully/.” They continued, “Her comfort had been notably declining over the past few days with little hope for improvement and she let me know she had had enough. She enjoyed her chicken until the very end.”

“I’m thankful for all the human and dog friends Marnie and I made along the way, and the strangers on the streets and on the internet, who have shown us so much love,” they wrote. “Thank you for joining me on an unexpected journey with the ultimate love of my life. All I can feel right now is loss but beneath that I have so much gratitude. I’m grateful to the universe for entrusting me with her beautiful soul and providing me with the perfect best friend and companion.”

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The sweet message continued, “Most of all, I’m amazed that the sweet little hot mess of a pup that I picked up from a shelter at age 11, who at first didn’t seem like she would be around very long at all, has managed to inspire others to adopt senior dogs. When I hear from people that Marnie has made them adopt their senior dogs it’s truly the most beautiful legacy she and I could hope to leave in this world.”

Marnie will be laid to rest in a pet cemetery in Los Angeles, and a proper public memorial for the pup might follow later as the owner is taking precautions due to the spread of coronavirus.

Rest in dog heaven, Marnie! You will be missed.

Photo via Getty


Thurz – Los Angeles Lyrics

[Conversation]
(man: Los Angeles is the city where dreams sweep you off your feet
>In front of a great spirit, that is both strong and ready
>>To help you along your journey
(man: ) Los Angeles means a complex [brand?] anatomy
>[Worth a lot of love, cookie joy turned tragedy?]??
(woman: ) L.A. is the city that birth me and raised me
>That is why it’s my everything
(man: ) To me, the city of L.A., is the city of dreams because you’ve got >Hollywood
>>And then you know, the city of the spirit, because you’ve got inner-city
(man: ) L.A. is the city of of the champions [bruh?]
(man: ) L.A. to me is what to hip-hop is for this urban community
>[We’re] all [?] essential to every aspect of art that comes to be in tune to an >>aspiring generation
(woman: ) To me Los Angeles means culture, sunshine and palm trees
(man: ) Los Angeles means [?] [?] sanity
(man: ) [Crenshaw ?]
(man: ) To me the city of Los Angeles means [peace?]
(guy: ) What Los Angeles means to me is opportunity to make dreams reality
(man: ) L.A., L.A. means dominance, land of the kings
(girl: ) I mean, what do you mean -I am L.A

[Verse 1 Thurzday]
The city’s a predator, blood splats, snakes black
Cats, hood rats, fat backs, they want the lion out his habitat
Devil contracts, high off contact where you inhale the smog at
That’ll bring your asthma back, from childhood
As it sits in your chest like the taste of the finest cognac
You pray for callbacks as everyone audition for they role
A lot of niggas play the same character, no cameras
Need stamina, to run past ya’
With your fake strategy, ya’ll cast in Grey’s Anatomy
Pretend to be surgeons, real niggas touch hearts
My soul is stained glass, look through my eyes and see the art
Happily remove the shades, now witness the Andy Warhol
Van Gogh, Leonardo, Basquiat, Picasso, Matisse, Michelangelo, Salvadore
Marco de [?] flow

[Conversation]
(lady: ) To me, L.A. means home, sunny skies and happy people)
(man: ) Whenever I think L.A., I think sunshine, [tupie?]
(lady: ) Palm trees, good weed and bad bitches like me
(man: ) Swimming pool, a sunny Chrimtmas, you and I, Venice Beach
(man: ) Los Angeles means lust
(man: ) Hollywood, Beverly Hills, American Excess
(man: ) Worldwide entertainment
(man: ) Hey, I love L.A. and the Lakers? Mean the world

[Verse 2 Thurz]
City of dreams, [har?] [P?]
With a snare, gasoline dreams spark it with a flare
And hope to blow up for the best
You never want a nightmare, people come here get robbed with [goals/ golds?] with hardware
Cats will raise a gun before they raise a kid
I guess new fathers of warfare
Bullets go platinum every year
Invest in a hefty share, and fire back
To preserve that, feed that dream between ears
Some dreams they dream, some dreams they come true
I represent that city on that Dodger blue
Rico, no [pubic/ public?] rep, purple and gold
Cats fade without clippers, sharp shoot your angels
Salute a king, whether on ice or at war
[Or marching on gravel, provide salutations?]
City of little conversation, long stares, complicates it’s cold cases
Transplant faces, brothers, sisters mothers
Everybody trying to make it

It’s L.A

Jaden – N Lyrics

[Intro: Lido]
Big bags, push it, push it
Big bags, push it, push it, vision
Big bags, push it, push it (Can you see the vision?)
Big bags, push it, push it (Can you see the vision?)

[Verse 1: Jaden]
SYRE died in the sunset, don’t be like him
ERYS was born in the dark, then was handed a s****
A lot of shit I’m thinkin’ ’bout I never plan to admit
That’s why I had to make the canvas in brick
I understand they don’t get it
They just wanna see the flick of the wrist
All the raps, pink pistols and drip
They in the stands and they trippin’, man
They don’t listen, but it’s simple as shit
Give me a minute while I paint this picture
Man, no one figures it was ERYS and the boys in the city doin’ chores
‘Cause you know he gotta push that vision
Idea connoisseur, our protector with the scorch, no remorse
Man, you get it homie, business is business
There’s a lot of fire for all when your city’s fair share of our collisions got hot, almost turned to a scrimmage
I had to run around the block, young nigga was winnin’
So when I’m whippin’, switch plates and the windows is tinted
Man, this shit is so different
Los Angeles it’s all fake and ERYS a young genius
He’s gonna take it
No traces on the clothes, gotta pack it naked
As-Salāmu Alaykum pray to God I make it
We run the city with these vision laces
New mayor, if they break it, I’ma renovate it
I just push the pen to the haters
Got demons but I been a slayer
ERYS flex like Menelaus
They just need to switch behavior
‘Cause this is what I call

[Chorus: ¿Téo?]
Chase, run ’em down, f**k it up
Run, run it down, f**k it up
Run it, running ’round, f**k it up
Yeah, set it up, f**k it up (Woo)
Yeah, give ’em loud, f**k it up
Yeah, say it loud, f**k it up
Run it, run around, run it, run it up

[Verse 2: Jaden]
Them boys got a line around the corner, probably shut down
We don’t ever see ’em when the sun is out
Lotta pink shine when I’m runnin’ ’round
And I’m still waitin’ on the hunnid thou’
Really, out here helpin’ people you don’t give a f**k about
Lift off for the clique, they pissed off
Crystal, sip, sip, let them niggas talk
Young boy, I don’t trip, ERYS, I been the one
Jeweler hit my line he said “What color for the neck?”
I told him “Pink”
Flood me with that dummy shit, more water than the sea
Honey, I speak it to so-and-so, I’m rollin’ up my sleeve, jeez
If I’m honest, we the hottest by the beach, see
Shit, they don’t believe, so I had to let her—

[Refrain: Tyler Cole & Jaden]
Another young nigga gone in the sunset
We were shootin’ down the drones, we were upset
They was comin’ for my fam, homie, f**k that
We was runnin’ from the feds in the garden (In the)

[Bridge: Jaden]
From the pink
Flood me with the dumbest shit, that drippy in my drink
Take a straw when I sip it, got a hit me, I’m a beast (Let’s go)
Couple pillies feelin’ trippy, feel like shootin’ in the streets
Niggas silly, they don’t feel me, so I gotta let em’ see it

[Refrain: Tyler Cole & Jaden]
Another young nigga gone in the sunset
We were shootin’ down the drones, we were upset
They was comin’ for my fam, homie, f**k that
We was runnin’ from the feds in the garden

[Outro: ¿Téo?]
Oh, my rebel child, another died today
Oh, my rebel child, the sun is gone away
Oh, my rebel child, watch your back tonight
Oh, my rebel child, you might lose your light
Oh, my rebel child, another died today
Oh, my rebel child, the sun is gone away
Oh, my rebel child, watch your back tonight
Oh, my rebel child, you might lose your light

Abner Jay – Vietnam Lyrics

[Spoken]
Terrible things make news. Terrible men make big men. Why do think we’ve got some men in state office? Because they’re terrible! Look like you got to be terrible now to be popular. Look at the headlines of your newspaper every day, I don’t care if you from New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, or Selma, Alabama. In most cases the headlines of your papers are tellin’ you ’bout somethin’ that happened terrible. Just like before I left Denver, Colorado. Headlines on every paper in Denver where this woman poured gasoline on her husband and set him on fire while he was sleep! Now, if she had poured cologne or perfume on ‘im, and started kissin’ all over ‘im, nobody wouldn’t a never known a damn thing about it. Terrible things make news! Terrible songs make big songs!

It’s really pitiful and terrible about this Vietnam War. A young boy was in here last night. He had just been drafted. He had to go to Vietnam. And he had his little ol’ girlfriend with ‘im. And she was cryin’! Because he had to leave her behind for the front. It was hard when he left. So they left here and went down to the depot. And she was cryin’ down there, because he pulled out too soon. So he kissed her, and went off in his uniform

[Sung]
Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
‘Cause here I come

I’m goin’ away
On a far-off mission
I’ll be sailing on the deep blue sea
I’ll be back in the late, late spring
And I hope you will be lookin’ the same

Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
Here I come

I don’t have anything to offer you but a baby
Not even a ring to put on your finger
But if you wait, wait, wait for me
I will return with an honorable discharge from the Navy
And I don’t mean maybe

Oh, Lord
Save me for my honey baby
Oh, Lord
Save me for my honey baby

Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
For here I come

Vietnam…

Jaden – Falcon Lyrics (feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I’m about to come and embezzlement
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face and you’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is so olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like “Hello!”
I reach for the top, never settle, you say you rock, you a pebble
I’m rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now? Where are you now? I’m whipping it
Sitting back, listening, where are you, where are you now?
Whipping it, butterfly, butterfly, where are you now?
Falcon, falcon, falcon

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
Cops on the road, f**k ’em
There’s cops on the road, there’s cops on the road, f**k ’em
There’s cops on the road, falcon, I’m on the move
Cops on the road, douse ’em, I got you all bouncing
Falcon

[Bridge: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where it goes, oh
Who really cares? We won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls do-o-o-o-own

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
Ooohh (cops on the road)
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who got them red bottoms and bottles
We gotta go skrrt, hand on the throttle
Oh, only you could hold me down
What do you think that I’m doing when you’re not around?
I’m just at home by myself
Or out with them girls but we both know that doesn’t help me
No, no, I’m ready to go, so much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope but now my head is on the road

[Break: Jaden Smith]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, bounce (cops, falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Back and I’m relaxed in East Atlanta
I’m an African-American, a variant to what my city’s lacking
The world has gone to hell, I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle to my day one homies
Oh, you actin’ like you know me?
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the cut with a doobie and a cutie
Man I gotta live life, I know they gon’ judge me
(Ohhh) But that’s a necessary evil, uh
And I was born to sin like people, oh
(My eyes are right) I’m living a lie
Trying to do what is right, yeah
Go on mama, do your dance
Need my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “doo doo doo!” with the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man, we bout to hit the road
Get the money where I can
Let them hate on this event (that’s just a piece of the plan)

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting, stay tuned…

[Outro]
Do you remember now?
Syre, the boy who chased the sunset, until it chased him
The boy who had no fears, until he faced them
The boy whose words seem to never make sense
This is ninety

Will ‘What I Spend’ Videos Kill the Influencer?

If you’ve been on YouTube at all in the last two months, odds are you’ve noticed the “What I Spend In A Week” trend. Its concept is simple: YouTube creators –– mainly young women in their early twenties –– track their finances for a week and ultimately reveal how much they spent on food, transportation, and other expenses. The fad has received mixed reviews so far; while many viewers seem pleased with the creators’ transparency, these videos have also exposed an outrageously lavish side of the influencer lifestyle that has left many fans feeling alienated and upset.

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The first “What I Spend” was uploaded last October. Lexie Lombard‘s “What I Spend in a Week in NYC as a 23 year old” tracked her weekly spending to a grand total of $555.10. While this may seem like an outrageous amount of money for a young woman to burn in one week –– especially since this number does not include rent or transportation –– Lombard’s peers were soon admitting they spent about the same. Or more. 24-year-old LA-based YouTuber Remi Ashten spent upwards of $3,000 in the week she filmed her video, while Cambridge-based YouTuber Brooke Miccio spent a total of $497 despite the fact that hers only captured four days. Many YouTube personalities have made jokes about their lack of fiscal responsibility –– “I’m out of control” Miccio proclaims in her title –– but viewers weren’t amused, if the comments section is anything to go by.

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The fan disappointment is fed by distrust. Most weekly totals include expenses such as food and public transportation but often failed to account for things like gas or monthly expenses like rent and utilities. Some viewers have even expressed suspicion that influencers are lying about their spending habits in the videos to seem more relatable. “This is so fun but I felt like you were trying to show us how little you can spend vs being honest about what you really spend in a week,” a fan commented on influencer and University of Georgia student Danielle Carolan‘s “What I Spent in a Week.”

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These abject displays of privilege are also driving hate clicks. The “What I Spend” trend has exposed a darker side of millennial consumer culture, where monetization is the end goal of everyone’s online brand. The gap between the “influencer lifestyle” and the lifestyle of many of their viewers has become increasingly clear over the past few years. Although many of the videos are titled “What I Spend as a Twenty-Something in X City” under the guise of relatability or even a budgeting how-to, many of the videos are filled with young women attending over-priced soul cycle classes, drinking $7 matcha lattes multiple times a week, and Ubering around cities despite several public transportation options.

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This is perhaps what viewers take most offense to; the comment section of almost every “What I Spend” video is filled with fans expressing their disappointment in influencers for failing to budget or overspending out of convenience. “You should try to live off $100 a week,” a fan suggested in the comments section of Remi’s video, while another pointed out that Remi’s weekly spending was the same as her college tuition for an entire semester.

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To fully contextualize why this seemingly mindless spending is so frustrating for fans, we must look at how YouTubers make their income. According to a May 2019 video titled “How I Make That Bread” by YouTuber Best Dressed, many full-time YouTubers have three main streams of income. Adsense, a Google program designed for the monetization of websites, is normally a Youtber’s main revenue stream, while affiliate links, or links that allow YouTubers to profit when their viewers buy certain products, and brand sponsorships make up the rest of their profit.

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This means that a YouTuber’s income is dependent on how many people watch the ads at the beginning of their videos and buy the products that they recommend. It makes sense then that viewers, who have most likely helped an influencer’s growth by keeping up with their videos or trusting their recommendations, would therefore feel invested in a YouTuber’s lifestyle or choices. It’s obviously discomforting for a fan to realize that they directly contributed to their favorite Youtuber’s lavish lifestyle — especially if they formerly assumed them to be on an equal footing financially.

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In one sense this is just another YouTube trend, but “What I Spend In A Week” videos are forcing conversations about class online. It’s not the first time that YouTubers have been in hot water due to ignorance about class privilege: for years, viewers have also expressed discomfort over the growing “thrifting” trend that’s taken over YouTube wherein wealthy influencers shop at thrift stores just for the fad. While YouTube is theoretically one of the internet’s most democratic mediums, it has become clear over time that many young creators were born into significant privilege, growing up with wealth long before their online careers took off and the sponsorships started rolling in. How else does someone afford cameras and tripods in middle school, anyway? As a result, when we picture an “influencer,” we picture someone young, wealthy and white.

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In theory, the “What I Spend” video trend was doomed to fail from the start. Many YouTube personalities originally garnered fame because of their relatability, so exposing the extravagant lifestyles that their online careers have afforded them effectively kills this facade. As monetized, sponsored videos become the YouTube norm, we can surely expect backlash to grow, especially as conversations about wealth and class continue to creep into the mainstream. And if viewers ultimately become fed up with mindless consumer culture, the monetized influencer will become extinct.

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But that’s an uphill battle for the anti-capitalist YouTube fiends among us. Many of YouTube’s most well-known faces are open about their pursuit of the good life — the most popular young content creators, including a new generation of TikTok stars, move to Los Angeles and rent out clout mansions where they live like Hollywood celebrities. So while some viewers are understandably upset over this ostentatious display of wealth, it seems that many fans aren’t exactly taking influencers to task — more like trying to emulate their success.

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Screenshot via YouTube

Tinashe – Hopscotch Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Alright we got another beautiful day here in sunny Los Angeles
California, let’s take a look at our seven day forecast
We’re seeing lots of sunshine all week long
Temperature’s in the mid to upper 70s and don’t forget
It’s Taco Tuesdays, we got blow, hoes and endo

[Verse 1]
Hey, when I’m lonely, I always blow up
Top drop, feel like Otis, I always pour it up
Two time, never on me, as soon this shit is nice
I love when you notice and know I go nuts
Dip dip like a donut, I’m hardly okay
Lipstick on my soda, gon’ pour it on your face
Move bitch, bitch I’m Luda
As soon this shit is nice
Cash Cash, I got too much
Pour some just in case

[Chorus]
Hopscotch, blocks hot, pop rocks, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bop, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Blocks hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bops, drop top
‘Cuz I own it

[Verse 2]
Hey, when I’m lonely
I hear my main bitch
Two shots better pour it
You really off the shits
All laid like a brownie
We ballin kinda nice
Loose chains that’s a throwaway
That’s really real rich

[Chorus]
Hopscotch, blocks hot, hotbox, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bop, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Blocks hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop bop, bops, drop top
‘Cuz I own it

[Bridge]
This shit right here, I like it a lot
Got so many cars, I’ma need a lot
I been going and don’t know when to stop
I been going and don’t know when to stop
These hoes wanna be like me
(Like me, like me)
These hoes wanna be like me
(Like me, like me)
Ta-da-da, I need some coupe (?)
Beverly and Fairfax, if you’re down to mob
Gettin’ Jon & Vinny’s, want fusilli spicy sauce
Paparazzi on me ‘cuz they know that I’m a star
Got these titties sittin extra pretty in a bra
Why she said he grindin, I ain’t ever fallen off
Switch on me, you never get back what you lost
(What’s up my SoCal gals)

[Chorus]
Hopscotch, blocks hot, hotbox, off top
Like I know it
Non stop, bop bop, bop, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Ta-da-da
Blocks hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non stop, bop bop, bops, drop top
‘Cuz I own it
Ta-da-da

[Outro]
Oh ladies and gentlemen it’s hot
Hot like Lebron in the fourth quarter
And it’s caliente outside

Flying Lotus – Ain’t No Coming Back Lyrics

[Chorus: Busdriver]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
News flash!
The world cracks wide the fuck open
Swallowing you and your homies whole
Whole notes, holistic remedies, the whole kit and kaboodle
It is holier than thou
Digested by the earth, I’ve been jailed in the essence
Bewitched, imprisoned, disappear in the black expanse

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 2]
Grounded, yeah I’ve been grounded
Angelic limbs in flight taxidermied into coat hangers
My son asked me if we would live
My son truthfully asked me if we would live
Carbonite breakfast cereals with a cyanide taste profile
Leaving little room for imagination
Either that or nothing but room for imagination
Come to the temple of the intergalactic high command
To distract from your tomb, to distract from your tomb
Awash in afterworld reasoning and hood magic, made into metaphysics
Comb-straight, as streets crumble and bones break
As streets crumble and bones break
It’s mixing ash with blood, as the hell is normalized
Welcome to Los Angeles, motherfucker!

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

Frank Ocean – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
(Yo we going to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove (huh!)
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong (ain’t nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (ain’t nothing wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I)

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

Jaden Smith – Falcon lyrics

(feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I’m about to come and embezzlement
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face and you’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is so olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like “Hello!”
I reach for the top, never settle, you say you rock, you a pebble
I’m rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now? Where are you now? I’m whipping it
Sitting back, listening, where are you, where are you now?
Whipping it, butterfly, butterfly, where are you now?
Falcon, falcon, falcon

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
Cops on the road, fuck ’em
There’s cops on the road, there’s cops on the road, fuck ’em
There’s cops on the road, falcon, I’m on the move
Cops on the road, douse ’em, I got you all bouncing
Falcon

[Bridge: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where it goes, oh
Who really cares? We won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls do-o-o-o-own

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
Ooohh (cops on the road)
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who got them red bottoms and bottles
We gotta go skrrt, hand on the throttle
Oh, only you could hold me down
What do you think that I’m doing when you’re not around?
I’m just at home by myself
Or out with them girls but we both know that doesn’t help me
No, no, I’m ready to go, so much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope but now my head is on the road

[Break: Jaden Smith]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, bounce (cops, falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Back and I’m relaxed in East Atlanta
I’m an African-American, a variant to what my city’s lacking
The world has gone to hell, I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle to my day one homies
Oh, you actin’ like you know me?
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the cut with a doobie and a cutie
Man I gotta live life, I know they gon’ judge me
(Ohhh) But that’s a necessary evil, uh
And I was born to sin like people, oh
(My eyes are right) I’m living a lie
Trying to do what is right, yeah
Go on mama, do your dance
Need my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “doo doo doo!” with the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man, we bout to hit the road
Get the money where I can
Let them hate on this event (that’s just a piece of the plan)

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting, stay tuned…

[Outro]
Do you remember now?
Syre, the boy who chased the sunset, until it chased him
The boy who had no fears, until he faced them
The boy whose words seem to never make sense
This is ninety

Hollywood Undead – California Dreaming lyrics

[Verse 1: J-Dog & Funny Man]
Like a sink hole
Like a sink hole
Stars are born then fucking ate up in a day slow
What does it show?
What does it show?
C-C-Cut off all the tethers to your lost soul
Think about a time, on a dotted line
Venice Beach, cut throats on the shoreline
It ain’t a fucking crime, I’m taking back what’s mine
Los Angeles, we on the front line
Click-click-boom, let ’em fall
Lining ’em up with a semi-matic auto
Hear the call, hear the call
Hop in the whip to demonstrate that I’m out though
When I do it like this
With a wiffle ball bat
Surf’s up, bitches, and it’s like that
Hollywood coming to attack

[Chorus: Danny]
I’m no shooting star
Just a burning heart
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
Running through the dark
Broken boulevards
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
In California, we’re dreaming

[Verse 2: Johnny 3 Tears & Funny Man]
Armageddon now, Armageddon now
Coked out skeletons, come back down
Break ’em down, gotta break ’em down
Broke down Ford lights sing so loud
The greatest story ever told
The greatest five ever known
Dead men walking
Audition for the big show
It’s biblical
It’s also cynical
In the land of make-believe, the situation’s critical
Sink into the ocean like some martyrs at our pinnacle
Yeah, it’s just a vision, but the waves are fucking literal
As above…
.. So below
You wanna go to heaven, but you sold your soul
Dying young…
… I’m growing cold
Cut yourself apart, so you don’t grow old
We’re living in denial…
… But we’re doing it in style
Out here in California and it’s a trial by fire

[Chorus: Danny]
I’m no shooting star
Just a burning heart
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
Running through the dark
Broken boulevards
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
In California, we’re dreaming

[Bridge: Charlie Scene & Danny]
Tension hidden in the question
Underneath the dreams I hold
I can see rejection in my own reflection
I can feel my dreams grow cold
Dreams grow cold

[Chorus: Danny]
I’m no shooting star
Just a burning heart
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
Running through the dark
Broken boulevards
We never sleep
In California, we’re dreaming
In California, we’re dreaming

[Outro: Danny]
In California…
In California, we’re dreaming
In California

Jorja Smith – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping up meals for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong
No, nothing wrong with a lie
Nothing wrong
With another short plane ride
Through the sky
You and I

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all

Anderson .Paak – ‘Тil It’s Over

[Verse 1]
We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
That aged whiskey and hydro
Good lord, what a nice conversation
I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
You know I talk about you highly
I’m fascinated for the time being
We can laugh until the morning
Or we can dance in the hallway

[Pre-Chorus]
Only one more night in Los Angeles
I really thought I could handle it
But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
I didn’t think this day would happen
I give all this up for a chance at it
You would have thought I’d be the man for this
But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
I didn’t think this day could happen

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Verse 2]
And don’t all this new music sound the same?
Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
Would you stay if your heart had the power?
Would you run and find another life to imitate?
It’s important that we make the best of short time
You could never be my one and only, anyway
Say, can’t a young man dream?
Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
What’s the point? Yeah
Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

Anderson .Paak – ‘Til It’s Over Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
That aged whiskey and hydro
Good lord, what a nice conversation
I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
You know I talk about you highly
I’m fascinated for the time being
We can laugh until the morning
Or we can dance in the hallway

[Pre-Chorus]
Only one more night in Los Angeles
I really thought I could handle it
But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
I didn’t think this day would happen
I give all this up for a chance at it
You would have thought I’d be the man for this
But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
I didn’t think this day could happen

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Verse 2]
And don’t all this new music sound the same?
Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
Would you stay if your heart had the power?
Would you run and find another life to imitate?
It’s important that we make the best of short time
You could never be my one and only, anyway
Say, can’t a young man dream?
Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
What’s the point? Yeah
Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

Jaden Smith – Falcon (feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I am about to come in and embezzle it
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face
You’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like "Hello!"
I reach for the top and never settle
You say you rock, you a pebble
I rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now
Where are you now (I’m whipping it)
Sitting back, Listening
Where are you, Where are you now
(Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly)
Where are you now
Falcon, Falcon, Fuck em

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road, Falcon
I’m on the move
Cops on the road, Douse em
I got you all bouncing, Falcon

[Bridge 1: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where we go, oh
Who really cares, we won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls down

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are
Beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, imma follow
Wherever you go, imma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who rather bring bottles on bottles
We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle

[Bridge 2: Jaden Smith]
Oh only you, can hold me down
What do you think I’m doing when you’re not around
I’m just at home by myself
(Or out with them girls, oh we both know that doesn’t help me)
(No, no I’m ready to go)
So much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope
But now my head is on the road

[Break]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, Bounce (Cops, Falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Looking at my life East Atlanta
I’m an African American a variant to what my city’s like
The world’s going to hell
I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle for my day 1 homies
Oh, you acting like you know me
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the club, with a doobie and a cutie
Well I got a lil vibe, I know they gone judge me
But that’s a necessary evil
And I was gonna sin like people
I’m living a lie, trying to do this right
Go mama do your dance
Leave my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “Doo! Doo! Doo!"
With the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man
We bout to hit the road
Leave the money where I can
Let them hate on this event
That’s just a piece of the plan

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting stay tuned

AJ Tracey – LA4AWEEK (feat. Swoosh & Sloan Evans)

[Intro: Swoosh & AJ Tracey]
It’s just us, never them
Look all into the ends
Let me act like they my friends, but I know it is pretend
I’m ridin’ lowkey in a Benz
They think that ’cause they wearing VLONE that that make us friends
But it’s us, never them, us, never them
It’s just us, never them
It’s just us, never them, us, never them
It’s just us, never them
Check, check, yo
Look, look

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Yak in my cup and it’s fizzy
Always on the hunt for the Lizzy
Girls didn’t wanna see me
But they wanna see me now ’cause they see me with Drizzy
I’m in Los Angeles drunk
200 dollars on lunch
Boy you’re a prick, you’re a punk
VLONE when I crunk, no foul when I dunk
Fertile gyal with the soft skin
‘Dem tings lookin’ like mums
I ain’t pullin’ out when I splash that
This girl’s gettin’ this cum
You said I was broke and you lied
I just put a whip on my ice
I want a Lamb’ not a Range
If I get a Range ‘den I’m givin’ it to Nyge

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

[Verse 2: Swoosh]
I don’t wanna link and build
‘Cause man you got no skill
Pour my cup to the top ’til it’s filled
When I rinse out it smell like a pill
Said she can’t get enough of the thrill
Gotta end the show, told her backstage where she can sit and can chill
She said "Oh my God thank you for real"
Told her no pics on her Instagram ’cause my girl lurking for real
If she find you, I swear she gon’ kill
But she took the risk still
I’m helping her straight out her heels
When we go out she pay for the bill
In the bed I treat her like my meal
That shit got me harder than steel

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

[Verse 3: Sloan Evans]
Story up, story up
Run it back again cause it’s not something adding up
Think it’s funny how I never give a fuck
When they think of me, yeah I had to switch it up
Yeah, I know
A flex behind every story that I told
Did it with no notice, I just had to touch road
Nod at the gems even though that I know
Still doing this for my…

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah
I ain’t the same when I’m sober
Prolly got a chip on my shoulder
Still mad at my old link ’cause it’s over
I want a matte black frog, not a Rover
I don’t do dirt, got a soldier
And he got it on him, no holster
Drink cold, but my neck colder
I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah

[Outro: Producer tags]
Cookin’ up a jawn like
Nyge

No le meten – Gera feat. Jay Romero letra

Letra Gera – No le meten

hoy vamos directo, pa’ que entienda el mensaje, el que busca encuentra hoy es su aterrizaje, que suba no baje nadie se relaje, nuevo equipaje en la calle les traje(no le meten)

van a saber quien cuida de la zona, porque mi cuatro gana cada que pisa la loma, en cima de un billete la calle es lo que apasiona, los tuyos sin quincena sabemos que nunca accionan, sabemos del visne lo que me menciona, nunca perdonar al puto que te traiciona,
yo pido por ustedes que el odio no se lo coma, los serios del negocio no camino con broma, siempre iluminado cuando en el micro me monto, que dios siempre bendiga este callejero tongo, que no me griten nada porque la cara le pongo, lo bailó donde sea, ponme la caja y bombo

yo he trabajo en lo mío aunque la cuerda me sofoca, traiganme dos de champagne… tengo todos los estilos ya les he callado la boca y al cabron que no se calle le toca por que le toca!

a mi no me vengan con cuentos, yo quiero el cheque completo(x3)
aunque no haya feria le meto,
no le meten cómo le meto. (x3)

¡Yee! desde pequeño pude hablar de una vida gangster, una vida ilegal, pura morra elegante, nunca he hablado de eso…una vez adentro no hay como salvarse, ya soy más grande quiero estar en todas partes, Salud, poder, dinero, diamantes, esa es la neta disculpa el descaro, busco más en que poder gastar mi varo, criticando lo que uno anda gastando, lo mismo andan buscando parce, para esto se nace vato, no importa el dinero ni la clase, montante pegando internacional todos en busca de jale profesional, ninguno a pegado al cristal, la estoy reventando y no quiero parar

a mi no me vengan con cuentos, yo quiero el cheque completo. (x3)
aunque no haya feria le meto,
No le meten cómo le meto. (x3)

quiero quedarme en vivo poder ver como amanece, que la calle pese, se que se merece, ese, me enseñó a vivir como apetece, le puse luz al gato y hasta le quite su 13, un sol californiano entrando por la ventana, de los angeles mi dama, San Diego mi marihuana, ya no veo en el calendario no me importa ni quien llama solo se que si es es en vivo tengo que prender la flama, no me ama, cero drama, sólo tengo flow que se joda la fama con caminar tranquilo, me persino viendo el cielo, a mi prendanme el micro (…)

ponga el ritmo que quiera manito, flows de sobra masisos escritos, yo brincó y nunca me quitó, andamos subiendo y no, no es un mito, si hay o no hay no pierdo humildad yo vivo felíz aunque no haya cash, en los barrios bajos o residencial, en todos mis tracks, sigo siendo real, calle y disfruté, quien se discute, tengo que es la calle si quiere calle pregunté, no me estorba aunque venga y se cruce sigan paleabrando que no hay nada que me asuste

yo he trabajo en lo mío aunque la cuerda me sofoca, traiganme dos de champagne… tengo todos los estilos ya les he callado la boca y al cabron que no se calle le toca por que le toca!

a mi no me vengan con cuentos, yo quiero el cheque completo. (x3)
aunque no haya feria le meto
no le meten cómo le metooo. (x3)
Gera letras
Video meten

Ice Cube – My Summer Vacation (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you

Damn G the spot’s gettin’ hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin’, niggas look shady
But they can’t fade South Central
Cause bustin’ a cap is fundamental
Checkin’ out every block close
Seein’ which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out

Hey hey man, whats up nigga?
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!

Now clearin’ ’em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it’s better than slangin’ in the Valley
Triple the profit makin’ more than I did in Cali
Breakin’ off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggas don’t want trouble
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the shit’s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggas kickin’ up dust
And some of them are even lookin’ up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin’ that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin’ for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it’s on

Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
St. Louis niggas want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It’s illegal business, niggas still can’t stick together
Fuckin’ police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain’t all, surf and sun
But we ain’t thinkin’, bout the boys
Feudin’, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit’s gettin’ tricky
Cause now they lookin’ for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot’s gettin’ hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin’ in Seattle
But the NARC’s, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin’
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin’ drawers
Tryin’ to give me, fifty-seven years
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain’t givin’ a fuck
The fool must be sparkin’
Talkin’ about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don’t like Northside
And it’s a riot if any one of us die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin’ years that I’m facin’
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
My life is fucked

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – Somebody Knows (feat. Busta Rhymes) (The King & I Album)

[Intro]
And the question remains, why was he gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles and who was responsible?

[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m feelin’ some type of way
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Somebody knows

[Verse 1: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
We were havin’ a good time up in the party
Even though we wasn’t really speakin’ at the time
And we never got to have a conversation
That still weighs heavy on my mind
Busy ignorin’ each other
We didn’t know if we be over
In just a matter of time (neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots)

[Pre-Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind
And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time

[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m feelin’ some type of way
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Somebody knows

[Verse 2: Faith Evans, The Notorious B.I.G. & Both]
Can’t believe it’s been this long
Twenty years have come and gone
There is so much we need to know (Old school, new school need to learn though)
And until I get some kind of resolution
I cannot choose to let go (yeah)
No help from the police
Only hang on to the memories
Whoever did it better stay low-key
‘Cause it’s hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

[Pre-Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind (damn near lost my mind)
And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time

[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m feelin’ some type of way
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Somebody knows

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
I don’t even know where to start and it’s very hard to address it
A conversation dealin’ most niggas don’t want to mess with
Continue his blessings I sent to you and Mama Wallace
To this day I carry a picture of BIG in my wallet
While I give you these bars, I try not my composure
It has been twenty years and yet you still lookin’ for closure
Still can’t try over bein’ a baby, not havin’ my father
My heart continues to go after CJ and Tanyana
Tryna avoid truckin’ ’bout it, not to revisit the drama
Let me remind the shooter that the most gangster nigga is karma
Big Poppa, yes, [?] your legacy proper
And [?] to provide the answers in your honor
Frank and Pac, I hope you had the chance to talk and have it fellas
About the truth that would led the way up, both of you ain’t tell us
You probably up there talkin’ about who really fuckin’ did it
Maybe you a sinners sign with some honest answers in it
I walk to Tillery park where we use to smoke with Flanton
Even after all this time, we could never accept it
From Westhouse Brooklyn to bein’ one of the great
To the last time we linked up, I shed a tear at your wake

[Outro]
The Notorious B.I.G. was silence forever, Los Angeles are looking for his killer

Mila J – La La Land (Dopamine Album)

[Intro]
Here we are in Los Angeles
Early part of the weekend
Well, for your Monday we’re gonna keep things dry, sunny and, well, warm

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

[Verse 1]
You missed the wave last night
Wish you could’ve been here
Had no regrets last night
Still I wish you could’ve been here
‘Cause it’s too hard, too hard now
When you’re so far, so far now
Straight up, you know
Can’t wait to come home, come home

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Pre-Hook]
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

[Hook]
Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
You the one I come home to after a show
Say I love you even though I know you know
You the only one I’m missing on the road

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

Straight up, for sho’
You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
Straight up, you know
I can’t let go, let go

[Outro]
Pulled over to the main interchange in downtown Los Angeles, we advise
All freeways heavily congested
Primarily, the Harbor freeway inbound to the Civic Center
The Hollywood freeway outbound from the Civic Center
The Pasadena freeway heavily conjested outbound
And the San Bernadino freeway

Pitbull – International Love

You can’t catch me boy
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don’t test me boy (don’t test me boy) ’cause I rap with the best
Fo’ sho three oh five to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what’s left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you’re the referee

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

I don’t play football
But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
I don’t play baseball
But I’ve hit a home run everywhere everywhere
I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the side
And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
Been all around the world
But I ain’t gonna lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

Down in DR they’re looking for visa’s
I Ain’t taking credit cards if you know what I mean
En cuba la cosa esta dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done, but they’re
Some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
In Brazil they’re freaky with big ol’ boobs
And their thongs, blue yellow and green
En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
Y en Miami tengo cualquiera

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
So don’t ever change
I crossed the globe when I’m with you baby, hey

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love

Sean Leon – Hey Pretty Girl With The Dirty Mouth II (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Bridge 1]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
I’ll call you when I’m sober
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high

[Hook]
Hey pretty girl with the dirty mouth
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 2]
I heard it rains in Seattle
I wouldn’t know, I never left Toronto
I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris
I wouldn’t know, cause I never left Toronto
And if it’s windy out in Chicago
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto
And if there’s good times in Los Angeles
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto

[Hook]
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 1 ]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
(I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris)
I’ll call you when I’m sober
(Pretty girl with the dirty mouth)
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high
(You’ll be a man’s wife one day )

Jonwayne – Human Condition (Rap Album Two Album)

[Verse 1]
Put my mind in my head
And my head in my hands
And my hands on this body
And my body on land
And this land on this earth
And this earth in the system
And the system in my thoughts
And my thoughts into wishes
And this wishes are just dreams
These dreams are just goals
These goals
Make a man wanna be more than that
And the ghosts just laugh
And hope that I don’t pass
This is an ode to my opposition
I know my flow is full of contradiction
And good luck getting the right brain to play with the left
But hand over breast
I’m gonna try as long as plant life sustaining my breath
The very same God used for badminton with Death
That hot smog riddled Los Angeles breath
That hard, heavy hitting old Anakin breath
And opposition get that old mannequin rest
Cause after this they know there’s no more expanding their chest

[Verse 2]
Watch me hang to the rim as these people feel the grim
My people kicking buckets like (sighs)
And that’s a fine commitment to the human condition
You say committing sin
But i say stupid decisions
You’ll throw tomato in the face of bravado
Not my fault that the Model-T is parked in the pothole
Get out my grotto
Before I get out the bottle
(Get out my face)
I don’t wanna see a doctor or hospital
I’m fine and this age is just a number
I’m seeing triple digits, no wonder
My eyesight is shit
My mind is asunder
My hands are in the cup
And my body is under
A lot of pressure with this poisonous flask
No measure when I take off the mask
Keep my soul under glass
The devil’s shopping through the window
Since I was hanging loose with these lame-ass kiddos
It’s foggy through the Grey Goose and Gray Gas indo

For real

KAMI – Right Now (feat. Vic Mensa)

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitches bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Yeah
I don’t like the club but I like to have a table
I don’t like TV but you see my ass on cable
This shit could change so quick man
Just a year ago, I was leaving momma’s house behind a Toyota steering wheel
Fast forward just two months got my own apartment
Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc shit
My girl so TNT you know she know the drama
I got baby momma problems with no baby mama
By brother Joey paying child support he love his daughter
My other brother momma own that rock but no Gibralter
His Granny lost the crib now he’s sleeping in them bandos
Police running in at 8am, he jumping out the window
I’m in LA buying Saint-Laurent of Venmo cash
Lease the whip and two cribs money for the rent go fast
I’m on a bender like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
Sometimes I wish I could pass away just to see my niggas
It’s been a minute since childhood, the hood don’t seem the same
They show no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
You see what Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain’t a battle
I don’t wanna watch the murder rate but I can’t change the channel
Jealousy and desperation that shit is all around me
My brother Kami still selling grams you think I’m worried ’bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for change so he could buy a bottle
I’m tryna’ get drunk too nigga I got my own problems

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitch bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 2: KAMI]
I hate the way they talk on you when you ain’t around
Open they mouth revealing crooked smiles
These days I been feeling abandoned since my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
To these hoes: heartbreaks in the form of friendly handshakes
I gotta go
I need a bad duet to pour moet to drown this pain
Just cause it’s champaign don’t mean that this shit a celebration
Pour some bubbly for my niggas that’s been on vacation
Pour some bubbles for our niggas that gon’ never make it
Self-medicated, overdosing I need respiration
I’m running out of time, I’m running out of time
Everybody got their own problems now I know this
We runnin’ out of time, they said the world was mine

[Bridge: KAMI]
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine

[Verse 3: KAMI]
Thank you and yes I really believe it
The moment I heard them breathe it
When me and Joe made that season
We had to give y’all a reason
I had to keep the lights on
I need my on power on, Farrakhan
Something on my arm, skin tint just like Sherezade’s
And life’s been playing out like an opera
Just like that motherfuckin’ opera
I watched some fat lady sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade that Merc to a Ghost
It’s like you bound to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
I’m doing this my way, I drive i swerve just like Sinatra
I swerve in any lane that car so black it grew a conscience
Same niggas next to me, duck that fact just like we playing Contra
We still alive, we stay alive and then repeat that process
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
Take your time with it, take your time with it
Don’t get caught up tryna do this shit for right now

MC Eiht – Runn The Blocc (feat. Maylay) letras

[Intro: Young Maylay]

[Verse 1: Young Maylay]
Maylay shoot the shit since the youth that [?]
The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was [?]
The missions for the [?]
Someone’s breakin’ and enterin’, others takin’, deliverin’, the caterin’, the kitchen men
The difference then, blacks owned hella houses
If you was snitchin’, wasn’t livin’ to tell about it
If you was right, we’d fight all day and night
But doing wrong, you on your own for life
I’m from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and canabis
Niggas can’t run from where the cameras is
Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright
Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites
We like lowriders, and [?] motorcycles
The wheels go psycho, with rifles like [?]
Tell em’ Eiht, it’s West Coast, till my eyes closed
With one shot, plus a blindfold

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine
I hop some fences
Now it’s a footchase, tryna dash for freedom
It’s money over everything, we don’t see ‘em
Fuck the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherfucker I’m bad
Sad day, the homie got jacked
And shot in the process, yeah that’s wack
I get em’ on everything, we get back
Necessary be the time, yeah when shit crack
Community resources the source be
My income streak, and they come so regularly
The enemy come, so ya better be ready G
So, when I aim, better hold it steadily
Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land
Where it’s follow the rules or they reprimand
I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle
Compton for the hood’s what the fuck I stand for
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Hook]
I’m on the blocc, with a [?]
And a colt 45 like [?] got [?]
Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce
It’s all for the money, so a nigga could lose
Cuz, it was Nissan trucks
And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck
I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick
Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick
One shot, now it’s life upstate
The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate
Love for the hood
Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good
I hit the streets, right back in
One time’s on my coattails, niggas can’t win
That’s the motto, hustle hood rich
Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch
Compton forever, West the best [?], yeah keep it together
When it’s cruising down the street, in a lowrider
Eiht and Maylay, all day, Westsiders

[Outro]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Outro: Young Maylay]

Game – Savage Lifestyle (1992 Album) letras

[Intro]
Can you pan over a little bit? Look at this right here, this is a suburban type jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we’ve been seeing this all night

[Verse 1]
It’s a trap, it’s a trap
Why they ain’t tell us red and blue don’t matter when you black
Matter of fact we in blindfolds
Bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it’s kings getting beat up
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up
No way to dodge police brutality
Selling crack cocaine, making a teacher’s salary
Mexicans hopping the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button pendleton and they styling
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sporting corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
Niggas tying bandanas, bout to put the drum on
Make it home ‘fore street lights come on

[Bridge]
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage

[Verse 2]
So grab that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit
Grab that stick, grab that brick
Throw it
It’s time to riot if you don’t see black owned in the window
It’s on fire
Start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear
This is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware
And don’t care
Tell the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain’t scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change and we ain’t waiting, fuck patience
The government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that’s why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood looking like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishing that they was at home
Asians fronting like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we coming in the stores tripping
Running in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anything that break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it’s they ass
So it’s bottle rockets through the window
Kids that would never smoke indo
Fiends kicking in doors, steeling Nintendos
Niggas robbing liquor stores with taped up duck hunt guns
City burning but it’s fucked up fun
National guards on the corner
They don’t know the hood, they foreigners
We was busting at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flying over the hood, they see us
Showing the fuck out, cleaning the trucks out
Niggas mobbing down the streets pushing big screens and baskets
Staring straight into the cameras
No ski mask, just pandemonium
Niggas looting what they homies in
Running around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gonna stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shopping
So we taking lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip ’em in gasoline

[Hook]
And set this motherfucker on (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh

[Verse 3]
Standing on the corner with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Footlocker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas crip walking where Reginald Denny’s truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don’t stop at the light, cause that’s a no-no
Running through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time niggas ain’t have beef with the cholos
’92 fire lit the skyline
And why loot? To capture that forbidden troop
Cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here selling chronic, we ain’t have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burning, you gon’ need more than Visine
We making a movie better than anyone that I’ve seen
Should be on ShowTime, HBO, Cinemax

[Hook]
Get a match, we gon’ make sure that y’all remember that (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh

[Outro]
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
This ain’t living, this ain’t living
No-no baby, this ain’t living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no chance
To increase