Kanye West Isn’t Dropping Music Anytime Soon

Whenever Kanye West hops on Twitter to add new notes into his public diary, he makes an announcement, or two, that shocks the world long enough to keep it talking until he releases new music that is usually right around the corner. But, if Monday’s tweetstorm was any indicator, his latest verbal blood-letting isn’t for a new album — it’s to let you know that one’s not coming. And it might not be, anytime soon, as long as he’s still signed to Sony and Universal.

West didn’t sugarcoat the fact that he’s withholding his music. He tweeted, in a now-deleted tweet, “I’m not putting no more music out till I’m done with my contract with Sony and Universal… On God… in Jesus name… come and get me.”

He’s had his fair share of contract-related grievances in the past, with him reaching an undisclosed settlement with EMI Publishing in 2019 due to the ownership of songs that he created after October of 2010. While he didn’t mention this situation in his tweets, he did hint at believing that record labels are screwing artists over.

“I need to see everybody’s contracts at Universal and Sony,” he wrote. “I’m not gonna watch my people be enslaved.” He continued on with a shot at not only record labels, but professional basketball players, as well. “The music industry and the NBA are modern day slave ships,” he added, before saying, “I’m the new Moses.”

I need to see everybody’s contracts at Universal and Sony

I’m not gonna watch my people be enslaved

I’m putting my life on the line for my people

The music industry and the NBA are modern day slave ships

I’m the new Moses
— ye (@kanyewest) September 15, 2020

West wasn’t done there. He went on to ask for J. Cole, Drake and Jay-Z to mend any problems that they have with him. “I need a publicly apology from J Cole and Drake to start with Immediately… I’m Nat Turner… I’m fighting for us.” He also wrote that he’s “waiting to meet with” Jay-Z but deleted the tweet and the one before, afterward replacing it because he had misspelled “Shawn” (as in “Shawn Carter,” Jay-Z’s government name) as “Sean.”

Waving the white flag, West wrapped up his thoughts on his peers on a positive note. “I have the utmost respect for all my brothers… we need to link and respect each other… no more dissing each other on labels we don’t own,” he wrote. “I’m not industry bro… I don’t care… I’m in service to Christ… we need world healing… I miss my brothers… I refuse to argue with black men on labels we don’t own… even twitter.”

I have the utmost respect for all brothers … we need to link and respect each other… no more dissing each other on labels we don’t own
— ye (@kanyewest) September 15, 2020
I’m not industry bro … I don’t care… I’m in service to Christ … we need world healing … I miss my brothers… I refuse to argue with black men on labels we don’t own… even twitter
— ye (@kanyewest) September 15, 2020

Check out Kanye’s tweets up above.

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Dvtch Norris – Save Us Lyrics (feat. Rori)

(Hook Rori)
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING

(Verse DVTCH NORRIS)
Just a young nigga from the countryside
Antwerp Antwerp Antwerp till a nigga die
See I was kind of different, needed special schooling
Daddy had no whip so Beo bus was booming
Kids were looking at me thinking I’m retarded
Couldn’t wait to get inside my mom’s apartment
10 years couldn’t wait to quit school
Told my teacher Imma do it
Told my teacher Imma do it
I was going through it
CLB they knew it
Thought that I was stupid
Thought my momma stupid
Everybody watching
I feel everybody watching
Bitch I been through hell & back my nigga losing ain’t an option yeah

(Hook Rori)
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING

(Verse DVTCH NORRIS)
I’m so scared of everything that’s scared of me
Every girl I wanted never wanted me
I should call Tekashi for security
Because a nigga filled with insecurities
Aye baby there’s something wrong with me
They feel like NBA, I feel like summer league
I cannot f**k with the bogus, I gotta focus, sorry man I gotta focus
I’m trying to get what I lack, I talking racks
I’m trying to get me the yoghurt
50 cents out my momma bag
We was broke as f**k man we barely had the cash
I was stealing 50 cents out my bag
We was broke as f**k man we barely had the cash

(Hook Rori)
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING
SAVE US, WON’T YOU SAVE US
WON’T YOU SAVE US FROM THE STARS THAT’S FALLING x2

(Outro)
Ayo listen up
Beo busses to tour busses
Too dumb and retarded for society
That’s how a nigga feels

$ilkmoney – Ben13x Lyrics

The chosen child came in this bitch like Colon Powell with a ?
We open now the dope is foul and leave a nigga breathing like he ran upon a mouse
It’s been gone a while came back now we own the aisle
Seent some niggas done stole our style
Open and shoulder hold it proud
The stick so big I gotta fold it to hold it down
Cold addicted to colder style
Nigga been ? with an emboldened prowess
Never have I ? or been opposed to challenge
Never have I ?
The stones resemble the crouton of salad
The chrome is soon gon’ leave your dome in past-tense
Give a nigga some keys like I replaced Khalid
And never even lost a pound like I’m DJ Khaled
So put a nigga on Fallon Show and tell about how I f**k hoes
Dump loads and punch niggas like launch codes
Sold Oz that cut throats and stunt growth
How I can’t have one and gotta f**k both
Tell the kids to f**k hope and pump dope
Then put the profits in Bitcoin and escrow
?
?

I got the Omnitrix I could switch to a different bitch with the hit of my wrist
Commit a homi’ quick cuz none of ya bitch niggas will get off of my dick
Ain’t got no time to sit I gotta get it like a lobbyist regardless of the consequence
Remain incognizant applying knowledge to my consciousness before they take away my oxygen

I got the Omnitrix I could switch to a different bitch with the hit of my wrist
Commit a homi’ quick ‘cuz none of ya bitch niggas will get off of my dick
Ain’t got no time to sit I gotta get it like a lobbyist regardless of the consequence
Remain incognizant applying knowledge to my consciousness before they take away my oxygen

I got a bottom bitch that keep a purse that’s bottomless
For when I gotta zip
I had to speak another consonance
And switch it to a different providence
Because they’re watching I’m confident
Give a bitch my condiment
Create a whole new populace then assert my dominance
All your fraudulence and your constant incompetence
Is only profiting my opulence
I had to take it way back to the days of M dub 2 with the MP5
Spent about 2 k and came back with some off-brand shit and called it NBA live
Turned TD Jakes
She hit her knees to pray
To my collection plate she paid tithes
Bury the cake underneath the safe and underneath the safe
Bury the cake ?
Tryna put a hundred thousand hundred thousands in the wall times 13 times
With another 100 thousand unaccounted in accounts that the feds can’t find
In abundance another hundred I keep hid in dungeons ‘neath the sea in the tides
With missiles and rolling thunder to protect the bitches that I keep inside

I got the Omnitrix I could switch to a different bitch with the hit of my wrist
Commit a homi’ quick ‘cuz none of ya bitch niggas will get off of my dick
Ain’t got no time to sit I gotta get it like a lobbyist regardless of the consequence
Remain incognizant applying knowledge to my consciousness – f**k it

2 Chainz – NCAA Lyrics

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E

[Verse 1]
Who me?
I take this open beat (Yeah)
I smoke myself to sleep (Alright)
Got myself for free, yeah, ayy
Made a lift right off the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin’ deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, “Fool, that’s the ocean,” yeah
I use good pussy like it’s lotion, yeah, uh
I shoot a nigga for promotion, yeah
Drop my album off the court and make ’em post it, yeah, uh
I told you trappin’ is a sport
My old school is a Panamera Porsche, yeah
My last bitch got some head you can’t ignore
I told her I might take her head on tour, uh
I used to roll my weed in front the store
Then drive so fast, I disrespect your car
I told ’em that my drizzle caviar
I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar
I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar
I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar

[Chorus]
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah

[Verse 2]
Let me get this straight, if I drop 40 today
You don’t care if I eat, you don’t care if I ate
They say, “You better have a good grade like a mixed baby hair”
They say, “We goin’ to the tournament, we gonna need you there”
I have more crab legs than Jameis
You fake like you got a girlfriend, Manti Te’o
Maurice Clarett with bangers
This could drive a college kid crazy
This that Barnum and Bailey, the greatest show on Earth
I can’t wait to go to the league so I can buy my mama what she want
This that mindset, that mentality
Made me a killer, fatality
From the public houses to a couple houses
To a couple cars, sippin’ a cup of tea
No teacup, this a bully (Bully)
I re’d up with a fully (Bah)
My mood change about money (Uh)
Might open up another company
Put that in an LLC (LC)
Like, “How you gonna try to sue me?” (Sue me?)
My jacket pants filled with two G’s (Two G’s)
My jacket pants filled with few G’s (Who we?)
I surround myself with a few G’s (Few G’s)
Wait a minute, let me follow this
You think because I got a scholarship
That I don’t need dollars just to parlay with? What? (What?)
Manziel had the highest sellin’ jersey
Bron moved back to Cleveland
Drake made a song ’bout him
Man, he ain’t even workin’

[Chorus]
NCAA (Damn), we the young and dangerous (Damn)
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah

[Outro]
I think that we have brainwashed our kids in the Black community
To think they can only be entertainers, uh, and jocks
I said, first of all, we can be doctors, lawyers, engineers, teachers, fire and policeman
And the truth of the matter is, you got a much better chance of bein’ one of those
Then you do bein’ in the NBA

NAV – Champion lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these racks cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Smash out
I call my ho and then I smash out
I brought my bros, let’s get this cash out
I in my mind drop the bag off (bag off)
I’m going top [?] ain’t no back off
Just bought a new crib of what was [?]
I drip my cup, I make it mad tall, mad tall
None of these hoes is basic, yeah
Grease stuck in my teeth like braces, yeah
VVSs, don’t need Lasik, yeah
Iced-out crosses, freezing Satan, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 2: NAV]
Fucked a famous girl to “Mask Off” (Molly, percocet)
Pop a bean an’ let the bags talk
Bought ten bottles on a last call (last call)
Flew a basic girl out from Alaska
Illegal alien inside my spaceship
Toosies on my shoosies, not no eight six
Get out my face, my pockets full of faces
Bust down gold AP, that’s not no stainless (yahh)
My Rollie told me what the day is
I like her ’cause she basic, she got braces
Her followers 100k, then she too famous
If she got a thousand, might make her my main bitch, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these rats cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Preach lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Swift on the track
I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I’m a devil
These niggas know what up, know I’m ’bout whateva
I’m in the streets, I keep that heat, you know that I be steppin’

[Verse 1]
I miss the Nawf just like my granny, my heart in them trenches
Yo’ girl gon’ cheat on you for nothing, so I’m done with these bitches
I think about it every minute, ain’t stoppin’ my mission
On my payroll I got hittas, I pay ’em commision
Interrogated by detectives, won’t tell ’em I did it
I told Montana that I love him, on Dave I meant it
Put twenty thousand on his head, they catch him, I send it
Get on my knee on side the bed like “Father, forgive me”
Was sellin’ weed, fucked up my profit, I ain’t make a dolla
The fame gettin’ to my niggas, I cut off my partners
Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa
Movin’ like he can’t get touched real quick, I bet I stop ’em
Nigga ain’t give me shit but hand out like I owe him something
I don’t give a fuck, if we step together, I’ll show you something
Bitches think they slick, they all deceive so I’ll never love ’em
Bre was my first love but she changed so I’ll never trust her

[Bridge]
This the files of a nigga who ain’t neva bleed
This the story of a child who was in them streets
Why the fuck I’m taking care of them? They ain’t do shit for me
Why the fuck I’m showing you so much love?
And bitch you leaving me

[Verse 2]
Keandre dead, the only thing I think about is Tyler
I’m full of pain but wake up every morning and I’m smilin’
They think I’m dumb, you got me fucked up, I got plenty knowledge
They don’t give a fuck ’bout how I feel, they don’t know my problems
Just ’cause you around me, I ain’t forget ’bout everything you said
I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead
Do anything in the world for you, I’m livin’ red
Showin’ love to them niggas, they might bust my head
Mad ’bout a gun, but for a fact bitch I won’t do you nothin’
Mad that I’m up but you remember, you ain’t give me nothing
I ain’t give up on my mission, fuck you mean bitch? I was steady hustlin’
Handin’ all you niggas money bitch, and I steady strugglin’
Montana know about my pain and everything I told him
I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him
Up in that cell, bitch I was cryin’ with no one to hold me
YoungBoy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me

[Chorus]
Batty bwoy if you cross, I’ma take your life
I’m full of drugs so I’ma die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil’ brother and my sons it’s gon’ be alright
NBA until the end, it’s a way of life
Young nigga fillin’ up his arm with some heroin
He was abandoned as a child screamin’, “Red rum”
You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder
Livin’ wrong and right, trustin’ nobody ’til his time come
Yo’ ex just exposed you, now you mad like I was neva here
Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip
Momma forgive me for all them times I use to trip
Know it’s a purpose in this world why I need to live

[Interlude]
It ain’t too long
Y’all don’t give a fuck ’bout me, bitch
I did something for all y’all, y’all got me fucked up
Out the flap I ain’t gotta smile in nobody face
Y’all tell me ’bout all y’all problems, y’all don’t ask how I’m feelin’ huh?
Bitch I been feelin’ like I’m finna die, bitch I cry alone
This for all, this for all them young niggas who gone
And all the people who miss they babies, you heard me?
Fuck everybody who ain’t mine, y’all ain’t making my life no betta, gang

[Chorus]
Young nigga fillin’ up his arm with some heroin
He was abandoned as a child screamin’, “Red rum”
You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder
Livin’ wrong and right, trustin’ nobody ’til his time come
Batty bwoy if you cross I’ma take your life
I’m full of drugs so I’ma die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil’ brother and my sons it’s gon’ be alright
NBA until the end, it’s a way of life

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Outside Today lyrics

[Chorus]
Tryna hide from the cameras, I ain’t going outside today
Couldn’t find Hi-Tec, so I’m drinking on Act’ today
I’ma pull up in style, we gon’ do a drive by in the Wraith
I’ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

[Verse 1]
That money be callin’, I don’t do no talkin’, so get the fuck outta my face
Gotta TEC and a chopper, with a hundred thousand dollars up in the Wraith
You know I ain’t slippin’, you know that I’m with it, I’ll shoot him right up in his face
Three say that I’m trippin’, you know that I’m drippin’, I’m wrapped in Saran today
I just bought a brand new watch from God, I ain’t put it on yet
I don’t care ’bout no bitch, I ain’t giving her shit, spend it all on my homies
I put on my son, from my car to my house, everything, I own it
When it come to that money you know I ain’t stuntin’, I be on it
I just got a pet monkey, cashed out on a tiger
But really don’t want it, my son don’t like him
He say that we beefin’, you know I won’t fight him
My clip full of thunder, you know I’ll strike ’em
Wanna join NBA, go and catch you a body
Free Kevin Gates, it’s a murder for hire
Double G gang on the front of my title
Got rid of my Glock and I bought me a rifle

[Chorus]
Tryna hide from the cameras, I ain’t going outside today
Couldn’t find Hi-Tec, so I’m drinking on Act’ today
I’ma pull up in style, we gon’ do a drive by in the Wraith
I’ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

[Verse 2]
I jump out at your house, I ain’t shootin’ from the corner
Been bought me a bitch but I really don’t want her
I don’t do no cappin’, I keep it one hunnid
Right now I’m recordin’ with ten thousand on me
He say he want smoke but I know he don’t want it
Shoot him and his bitch and I up on his homie
You know how I’m feelin’, I don’t got to say it
Face every problem all by my lonely

[Chorus]
Tryna hide from the cameras, I ain’t going outside today
Couldn’t find Hi-Tec, so I’m drinking on Act’ today
I’ma pull up in style, we gon’ do a drive by in the Wraith
I’ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

Travis Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) lyrics

[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
And then we…

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (and then we)
S’il vous plaît, don’t you hate, all through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, uh)
All through the late night (whoa)

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
Oh, it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this piece
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play
Then we’ll sleep all through the day
And do it again

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (and then we)
S’il vous plaît, don’t you hate, all through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, uh)
All through the…

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Day ‘n’ nite (yeah)
I toss and turn, I keep stress in my mind, mind (yah, yah)
I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain (yah)
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play (yah, ooh)
Mhmm, balance (yeah)
Find your balance (pipe up, yah)
God said it’s my talent (ooh, ooh)
Sprinkle a little season on the salad (ooh, ooh)
Relieve my heart of malice (yeah)
Hit my Palace (straight up)
Stroke my cactus (it’s lit)
Ooh, don’t wait (yeah)
Mhm, don’t play (yeah, yeah)
Play no games like the NBA (brr)
Throwin’ checks like the NBA (brr)
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin’ shots like the NRA (drr)
Yeah-ah, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi (straight up)
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (yuh)
Shawty—yah—on the scene, yah (yah)
Pull up on the scene, yah (yah)
Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy (yah)
Ah, save all, take it right (yeah)
Ah, take it all, never light (straight up)
Ah, had a ball, had a night (yeah)
Ah, after all, sleep good (yah)

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (and then we)
S’il vous plaît, don’t you hate, all through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, uh)
All through the late night. (whoa)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Right or Wrong Lyrics

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I’ve been standing outside of the door has stuck up the stove
Look at my eyes tell me what you see
Whole lotta pain you can say that you don’t
Give up on you I would say that I won’t
A lotta people I had that to live alone
Momma told that Im going to jail
I ain’t respond I just hang up the phone
Them niggas trynna to get change on you
How can you say that
The whole time I was locked in a cell
They was holding my back (no lie)
Im on everythink that’s a fact, I ain’t never looking back
I ain’t never going back, forever gon run up that sack
Spit nothing but the truth when I spit on the track
Show my scars I do not where I at
Baby Joe put that draco to his back
Baby Joe put that draco to his cap
That shit that you talkin I tell you it’s cap
Don’t talk on that phone I know that its tapped
Fuck jail I don’t wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is at
NBA, I put that on the map
Everyday they be in the trap
Death for me so I stay with a strap
It’s gon happen I no runnin from that
Hope my son still grow up with a dad
I ve been scare really quick I can be mad
I ve been scared I do this for my friends

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been doing everything wrong
Draped up in VVS stones
When they want Chanel I put it on
Caught the Bentayaga put it on
Hop the Lamborghini and I’m gone
I didn’t hit a lick fucking long
I was selling liks in the zone
I don’t ran it up from money long
I just speed race for the dollars
I got cuban link on my coler
Keep a plane AP on my wrist
I done already got rich
Got 20 chains in the vault
Put a dog food to my dawg
Im on prometh everysingle day
I don’t never have withdrawals
The streets they calling my name
Start gainin a little fame
Drive the bitches insane
Most niggas gonna change
My niggas stay the same
Switching in another lanes
I just cop a new Range
Only drove it one time
Still thuggin one time
Turn a seven to a dime
Whoop the four to a nine
Flawless diamonds gonna shine
Make a nigga go blind
I’ve been walkin like a head light
Get a different head everynight
Got a aunt still I love to ??
Free the 5 star hotel that’s a motherfuckin projects
I recognize that Im blessed?
Im very different from the rest
Put my niggas on jets
Just to motivate the thugs
Just to show the nigga love

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

Young Scooter – Bail Out (feat. NBA YoungBoy)

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[1st Verse]
Quick trip, told em’cord cause he took his watch
I’m from the bottom ain’t no way in hell flop
If i got problems, then you know they come and spray your block
I pull up in any hood niqqa, and send them shots
Them black amigos prices yeah, they real righteous
I know some niqqas that doing 20s and some doing lifes
I be talkin to em on facetime, with cons and ? em
My lil partner facing 20 yeah, he stuck in Rikers
2004 yeah, i caught my first felony
I got caught up on the block, 200 sacks a week
F–k my daddy, cause that niqqa ain’t ever to sh-t but street
behind the walls, Ima make sure all my niqqas eat

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[2nd Verse]
I got that lawyer large money, I got a large bag
Gotta pay for ? get that time back
I told you when you get that time, you can’t rewind that
And ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind for dat
2008 niqqa, I couldn’t even make bail
2006, I had my son and I was broke as hell
2009, I start increasing my clientele
Real talk, I used to sleep in a house full of bail
What’s in that car, before I ride with ya
Oh, that’s your partner, he ain’t ride with ya
You get sometimes she ain’t gon’ ride with ya
I’d never switch up on my niqqas

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[3rd Verse]
I remember in that cell block
My first time 38 days, no I couldn’t bail out
I’ll never change, I’m in the game, I’ll never fall out
Running that dice game, it don’t cost half a large, it stretched out
Scooter let me get em and I got em
Young niqqa, I’m forever wildin’
Daddy left me as a todler, I’m going up, I aint stoppin
Niqqa trippin, you know I stay wit it
From the corner, you know I already got em
BMG,NBA
Niqqa hating cause they know we a problem
MMMhhh, Ooohhh , Yeeeaah
Couldn’t bail out
I remember in that cell block
That’s on my heart, that’s on my soul
Yeah, Ima stand tall

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

Wale – All Star Break Up

[Verse 1]
If my pride was aside, I probably would text you first
But, If you could die from a broken heart you would drive a hearse
Cause, every guy that has ever found you attractive and acted on it
Back pedals much after, that’s when you’ve shown your worth
And I heard you love NBA niggas and
Now, you could track how much them niggas make and make rounds
At the All-Star break of day or so by valentine’s
So my advice if shorty doesn’t know the game she gaming y’all
And this valentine’s, dollar signs have you satisfied
The Gold’s Peak add a rollie and fashion nova ad
And that don’t mean to talk to you like a ho cause nah
We both do what we want but if I want you
I must want you bad, right

[Pre-Hook]
Just saying, right
Your friends all getting married but yeah right
It’s scary, right
That’s real life
You might just catch you a spirit, you praying right

[Hook]
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in

[Verse 2]
Look
Pardon this pessimistic
Message I’m representing
Yes yes, i know this bitch
I mean woman, I was getting reckless
But hol up lemme get one second
I spent so much in Fendi
She know I’m cool with Robyn
She bother me for the Fenty yeah
I’m trying to block the part of my heart that thrives on your affection
You tried the love it’s not enough, it’s cars, it’s money, attention
But, I’m way too flawed to judge you
And I do my part to push you
Father and father from me from my broads and all my problems
She say look ‘le I’m sorry, my plane leaves in the morning
I’m trying to hit some parties, and Staples for the performances
Maybe I’ll see you Monday, thanks for this box of chocolates and
Roses you hold before me but court seats could get me 40
Thousand likes on my IG, someone I like just invited me
Plus I’m not even wifey, plus you 5’9 he’s a giant no
Baby mama, I might could just make a blog and get popular
Let’s hold a 40 before us but fame and fortune excites me
My valentine

[Outro]
I don’t believe in valentines
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines
You ever lost your main jawn to a point guard or a small forward
I don’t believe in
I find it funny Cupid’s busiest days, four days before the All-Star
It was fun while it lasted
I don’t believe in

Jamie Ray ft NBA Youngboy 16 Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Ouuu
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options
Now I got options
Bitch I’m popping chunky pockets
Doing big things
Y’all can’t copy, Y’all can’t stop me
Too many straps, too many rockets
Y’all can’t pop me
No, I don’t ask for approval
If I want that shit, I get that shit
No, that ain’t your wifey
I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick
She threw me the keys and I just hit 140 in that bitch
I know that imma get it back
So all I do is spend that shit

[Verse 1]
Ouu in the [?]
I’m up in the lobby ouu
Live fiesta R Kelly boo and Gotti ouu
That lil bitch I swear she got a fucking body, ouu
Your chick staring hard
I swear that she a thotty, ouu
Y’all can’t catch up
Bitch I messed up
Roll that pressure
On my dresser
Y’all just cheesy
I got more cheese than Chesters
Y’all fakers here y’all green
I got more green than lesters, ouu
Two chains on m looking like a walking check
Try to hit a lick and we go off the tek
Play around with the set and we go off the tek
You go walk the plank
You going off the deck
Shout out to my home team
Winter Haven bitch
Moved out to the A so we can make it bitch
Fuck em, fuck em all they do is hating bitch
Yeah, I get paid in full like money making mitch
I’m a dog but I ain’t known to juice and gin
Anything I did I prolly do it again
Free my brother Crazy G locked in the pen
2019 we gon blow [?]

[Hook]
When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options
Now I got options
Bitch I’m popping chunky pockets
Doing big things
Y’all can’t copy, Y’all can’t stop me
Too many straps, too many rockets
Y’all can’t pop me
No, I don’t ask for approval
If I want that shit, I get that shit
No, that ain’t your wifey
I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick
She threw me the keys and I just hit 140 in that bitch
I know that imma get it back
So all I do is spend that shit

[Verse 2]
Making plays on my iPhone
Chanel bitches way from over coast
How I came up, they will never know
I was broke now I got plenty dough
When it comes to that check I be feening
In the Corvette when I leave I be spinning
Open the hi tek and pour in the lean
My diamonds they wet water Aquafina
I got on all red like i’m a demon
Going on the road I be chasing that money
Shining every time you see me
I keep a gun, no you ain’t taking nothing
Handle money like a bank teller
I rather [?] I get it Margiela
I be running with some cold slippers
I go to war with any nigga
Stacking money and my sack bigger
A lot of racks in my Gucci dub
I wrote and I gave a check to my nigga
NBA…

[Hook]
When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options
Now I got options
Bitch I’m popping chunky pockets
Doing big things
Y’all can’t copy, Y’all can’t stop me
Too many straps, too many rockets
Y’all can’t pop me
No, I don’t ask for approval
If I want that shit, I get that shit
No, that ain’t your wifey
I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick
She threw me the keys and I just hit 140 in that bitch
I know that imma get it back
So all I do is spend that shit

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

NBA Youngboy & Kodak Black – Chosen One

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stayed the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

Belly – Mumble Rap

Uh, fuckin’ hoes that ain’t worth a cent
In homes that ain’t worth the rent
Perfect sense, this is the circus that I had to circumvent
If you fly, I’m turbulance
Murder murder, screamin’ "Fuck 12!" with a perfect 10
In these streets runnin’ ’round robbin’ every fuckin’ body like a tournament
Once the time has turned
This is the only shit I learned
I put a bridge over my pool, that’s for all the ones that burned
I hope you pick up game, it’s a pick up game, winner’s ball
Hoes annoying just like the hiccups man, that’s Biggie Smalls
Dope dick give your bitch withdrawals
Why’d you even get your bitch involved?
I’m gone off the liquor, I’m sicker than Paul
And call it, just listen, I’m twisted and raw
Pictured it all
I had to sacrifice, I feel extra blessed tonight
Yeah they slept on me, I flexed on ’em, and manifest to life

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Okay, I need to get in my hemisphere
You interfere, start to interfere
You Richard Gere with a pretty woman, I told her look ain’t no tricks in here
Like the drugs white and the liquor clear
Reflect back, tryna make it clear
Bad luck, 7 years, and I ain’t even break a mirror
20 years just to make it here
Don’t take it there, your circles is made of squares
You shoulda been made aware
Your bitch said my face is her favorite chair
Oh God, whole squad made millions
Whole time stay real
Wonder why I can’t chill
Couldn’t even pay bills
Now it’s LA hills
And I’m the king, Hank Hill
Can’t feel, can’t stand still
I blame all these damn pills
The best shit we can’t feel
I’m signin’ NDAs, these texts like NBA deals
But envy may kill, still don’t give a fuck how they feel

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Juicy J – Watch Money Fall (feat. Rick Ross & Project Pat) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Bridge: Juicy J]
I stopped going to the stripclub a long time ago, because, um, I just invite the bitches to my crib, yeah

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got the hmmm, NBA numbers ain’t no layin’ up
So much money, you can count it, gotta weigh it up
You ain’t got this kind of change, better save up
Iced out, championship rings, bitch you know what’ssup
Watch the cash jump out, you look like a Kardashian
You got ass like Kylie
You might even be finer
You know I’m a big tymer
You the baddest thing I done found inside a ace of diamonds
Make it flood in this hoe
Autograph your boat
Rick James, I’m toasted
Ain’t no standing on sofas
She only understand dollar signs
Can’t holler at her, you broke
You know Juicy don’t play around
My money long, jump ropes

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Throw the money up
She watch the money fall
She know I wanna fuck
She say that’s not a problem
This bitches booty big
She know my bank bigger
Bitch, my bank teller
Might have some bank, nigga
I roll that cavy up
Yes, that’s a caviar
Blowin’ smoke, I got it smellin’ like the salad bar
No time for beefin’ with these crab niggas
But that shit slap, gotta call a cab, nigga
I’m out in Bel-Air and I’m sipping Bel-Air
If it’s less than seven figures, I could care less
Contract like I’m playin’ for the Spurs, nigga
Lend a hoe a hunnit bands in her purse, nigga

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Tattoos on the booty
Tattoos on her titties
Piercing on her nipples
Hand on her kitty
Dancing, magic city
Booty shaking battle
Bands in my hand, pet that ass like a pedal
So much beef on shawty ass like kettle
And she ride deep like strap in a saddle
Throw that bitch a bankroll
Watch her whip a pistol
She don’ scraped her whole rent check
Off the fizzo

Chris Brown – Who You Came With Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 1: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah, I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came out of it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party ’til tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like piñata, tap that
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry-ons
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out (woah, yeah)
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models (woah, yeah)
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up (oh, yeah)
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor (I hit it from the back)
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me (warned me, told me)
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me (slowly)
Don’t care who you with (oh yeah)
You gon’ end in my bed (I really don’t care)
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Next throwin’ up the same gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Fuckin’ bad bitches on the 1st date
All the boss bitches that’s been paid
And all my pretty bitches with their rent laid
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
When a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Pre-Chorus Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

Young Scooter – Hustlin (feat. YFN Lucci & Meek Mill)

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I was down, shit was slow
Nigga say he got them bags, but that shit hot, yeah
All we know is lay ’em down, yeah we gon’ plot
And if it’s in there we gon’ go in a nigga’s spot
Uh, slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure
My brother workin’ that stick, they keep on swangin’ that door
My partner just caught a five ’cause he got caught with that pole
Got to keep your mouth shut and play the game how it go, yeah
Hustlin’, yeah we were hustlin’
Nigga get out of line, hell yeah we gon’ bust him
Niggas that be talkin’ behind your back, you can’t trust ’em
And two words to a snitch nigga, motherfuck ’em, yeah
Makin’ plays like I’m in the NBA, in and out of state
Tryna feed my kids and beat a case
My lil partner got that iron on him, dying to catch a case
Sippin’ ’round, pourin’ nines, fuck a line we need a case, yeah hey

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Three sixty-five hustlin’ means we grind all year
You see this Rolex ’round my wrist, bitch I shine all year
I’m the Jugg King so I get jugg man of the year
I was locked up, juggin’ out my cell for real
Working out that condo, we was jugging for sure
Bust down a thousand pounds, sweep twenty pounds off the floor
Still got that ninety-seven Acura, with a spot in the floor
I’m ’bout these bricks for life just like that boy Shawty Lo (L-O)
A lot of niggas jugg but they can’t jugg like this
I got collard greens and I got all white fish
And I don’t need a ho ’cause I could buy your bitch
It take a real nigga to live a life like this

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Trappin’ out the bando, thirty shot extendo
Pop the cartridge in like we playin’ Nintendo
Put some paper on ’em, make them niggas get low
Shootin’ and they tellin’, that’s them niggas M-O, ho!
Remember them nights, where was they plannin’ them nights?
Remember my nigga, all we had dinner was rice
We was just gettin’ it right
Out on that corner then they ran up on us ’cause we tryna win win win
We catch a new case and get back out of jail and we do it again-gain-gain
Four on a baby, that one twenty-five, they feel like McGrady and we let ’em fly
Maybe I’m wrong, I pray that we kill ’em and we never die
Be with some niggas that stand up, they only get down on their knees just to pray to Allah
We the type [?] of them niggas to spray all them niggas like brrr and go to Dubai
You know that it’s on, nigga we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah

DJ Khaled – Billy Ocean (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick, some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (Crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with Pecas
While sides cheat on their husbands, those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
‘Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Should’ve been Billys in ’92, line who? The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back, Rocky and Groovie with the ‘9-2
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’, the homies get piff love
To all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas, Billy, we gun on niggas

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

Futuristic – Epiphany Lyrics

[Intro: Futuristic]
I had an epiphany
I was repeating history
I was doing everything I hated
The weight on my shoulders
I let it all get to me (I let it all get to me)
I had an epiphany
I just smiled at my enemies
I was listening to everybody who was talking
But never did shit for me, yeah
I had an epiphany
I was looking at everybody else that’s up in the industry
They ain’t as sick as me (they ain’t as sick as me)
I had an epiphany
I was seeing somebody that never had no good intentions for me
Now she missing me, yuh (now she missing me)

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Moral of the story is that nobody did it for me
Had to make a change (nah)
I was living in the city with no scene
I had a dream I had to make a lane (yup, yup)
Always knew that I couldn’t live off of minimum wage
Ripping the pay stub
I had a minimal taste for all the fame stuff
But I got into the game without a cent to my name
And now I’m ballin’ like I’m in the NBA, bruh
And I know I got a lot but I’m not content
If they ask me to stop, I will not consent
Never gonna let nobody block cause my shot to miss
You can meet me at the top if you hop the fence
And you climb the stairs
And you fight the beast
And you lose your way
Then you find your peace
And you do it sober
Then you find a drink
Then you spiral down
And it all repeats
And I always had a vision I could get it
So I did it by my lonely
I don’t owe nobody nothing, never let nobody own me
Got some money from the music, and I spend it on the homies
But don’t put nothin’ before me, gave a whip to little Brody
And I’m only getting started
And I’m eating with the people that I starve with
And my batteries, I had to recharge ’em
I made an album but that shit was garbage
Yo, I was trapped in a gimmick
I finally get it
I’m here to make music that matters
If I die, it’ll all be alright
‘Cause the message I gave you will live for me after
And my chapter will highlight a lifetime
Of energy gave through a bright mind
How you never had to stand on the sideline
How you the guide to your own guidelines

[Bridge: Futurisitic]
That’s an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah
That’s an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah

[Verse 2: NF]
I had an epiphany
That I could make history
That I could prove everyone wrong
That told me I wasn’t cut out for this music thing, yeah
I had an epiphany
What if I took my energy
And used it on positive things in my life
Instead of the people that lie to me, huh?
Yeah, I had an epiphany
That I could put all of my hurt into music
And use it for people that might feel the same as me
Yeah, I had an epiphany
What if everyone knew my depression was worse than they thought?
They probably gonna look at me differently
Yo, this song got me going back, when I was a stupid kid
Thinking maybe I could make it in the music biz
And then I figured out the politics
And realized that half of y’all don’t even know what music is
And going nowhere, I told ’em to get used to me
Feels like I’m living in a movie scene
A bunch of people trying to tell me how to act and breathe
One thing I never let nobody ever do was tell me who to be
I never got into the party scene
Maybe I was just scared to drink
‘Cause addiction it runs in my family
That’s someone I was scared to be
You’re looking pitiful compared to me
Since I can barely read
All I wanted was somebody I could trust
That I knew would keep it real with me
Rap’s always been a mirror for me
That’s when I figured out that maybe I’m the one that’s gotta make it on my own, yeah, it’s clear to see
A lot of people think that what I’m doing is a gimmick
Everything you hear me writing I’ve been living
I ain’t quitting, send the money to my family
Try to show them that I miss them
And I cherish every moment when I’m home and when I’m with them
And this is the way that I feel
In the industry of fakes trying to stay real
In the industry of lames trying to get deals
Lord knows imma get it, that’s Meek Mill
Yeah, I lay in my bed at night thinking
“There’s got to be more to me”
I’m trying to pay off the mortgaging
But the life of the people I love in the midst of it
I’ve always thought that if
I learn from mistakes that I’d make
Even the losses are victories
That’s when it starts hitting me
If you set your mind to it you can do anything

[Outro: NF]
That’s an epiphany
That’s an epiphany, yeah
I had an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star

Curren$y – Another Story To Tell Lyrics

Oooh
Who ya’ll talking to
Yeah
Spitta
Yeah
Where haven’t we been yet
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Uh
Welcome To The Winner’s Circle nigga
Month after month after month nigga

A nigga never been as fresh as me
I’m fucking with you
But the bad bitches give me my props
Like the newest one that I got
Met her at my Wednesday night spot
Valet park the whip at Harris Casino
Hit the driver with a customary C note
Assembled the crew, blew a half an ounce
Popped a bottle or two
When some NBA niggas in suits came through
One of them played for the Hornets
He had his bitch with him too
I could tell she was on me
Shorty couldn’t keep her eyes off me
To save her life
No ring on her finger so that wasn’t his wife
Not for me to pursue
The bitch would not be right
Left the ball in her court
And she played it smart
Made her way to the bathroom
Slid a piece of paper on my VIP table
In a way so casual
Seven digits written in pink ink
She didn’t leave an area code
I knew she was a local ho
Eye fucking for the rest of the night on the low
Having mind sex right underneath her man’s nose
Hit the bitch with a text
But she couldn’t check her phone in front of man
She waited ’til she made it home
I’m in the room all alone
I heard a text message alert ring tone
Flipped open the celly
The context of the message was the address to her telly
Thought the situation was fishy
But I ignored what I was smelling
But don’t get it twisted
I didn’t head out on a mission
Without calling a bitch
To make sure I had the right idea ’bout this
Cause the last thing I need is a rape charge
From one of these fake broads
Who try to gain access to wreck a niggas bank cards
But fuck all that
Back to the hooper’s ho
In the Chenile sundress on the hotel room floor
Told me that she just want to fuck and smoke with a real nigga
And she only with the other nigga for the dough
I said mama tell me something that I don’t know
We got bent and I broke her back
On and off for a couple of months we did that
The bitch got lost in the swag
Ride me around the city smoking in the man’s whip
Bring the car back smelling like purple grass
I’m surprised he ain’t beat her ass
I know you wanna know how I’m gonna end the story
But I can’t end the story
Cause the story still going
Dude still hooping and his hoes still hoin’
And his ho’s with the planes
And the boy don’t know it
Yeah
Go Hornets
Yeah
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Its just rap music man
Welcome to the Winner’s Circle
Its just entertainment
Or is it?
Yeah
For real man

Travi$ Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah

Then we sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
Oh it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this case
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
When we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, then we’ll sleep all through the day
And do it again

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Day and night, I toss and turn
I keep stressin’ my mind, mind
I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
Balance, find your balance
God said it’s my talent
Sprinkle a little season on the salad
Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
Stroke my cactus, ohh, don’t wait
Don’t play (Yea, yea)
Play no games like the NBA
Throwin’ checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin’ shots like the NRA
Ahh, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
Ah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
Sip my tea, he don’t Hennessy
Aw save all, take it right
Aw take it all, never light
Aw, had a ball, had a night
Aw, after all, sleep good

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît , don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came outta it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party until tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like pinata, clap that after
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry on
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 3: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been, babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Let’s pourin’ up the sign gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Niggas fuckin’ bad bitches from the 1st grade
All the boss bitches that’s friendly
And all my pretty bitches with they Bentley
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
Where a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

J Cole – Immortal lyrics

[Intro]
Awwwww…haha

[Verse 1]
Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screamin’, dollar and a dream with my closet lookin’ broke
And my nigga’s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
Flashbacks to the pain, wakin’ up, cold sweats
Six o’clock in the mornin’, gotta hit the BowFlex
Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
And the drought got me prayin’ for a Carl Thom vibe
Summer Rain come again
Numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon
In my mind I been cryin’, know it’s wrong but I’m sellin’
Eyes wellin’ up with tears
Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas dead in the dirt
Immortalized on this shirt

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t lie
Form in the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Verse 2]
Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
Have you ever seen a motherfuckin’ ribbon in the sky?
Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green
I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
I’m the type of nigga make the whole fuckin’ trap lean
Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
If they want a nigga, they gon’ have to send a SWAT team
And I’m goin’ out like Scarface in his last scene
A legend, what that mean—?

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Hood niggas don’t lie
Form on the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Outro]
To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
Cause you wanna change the world
But while alive you never will
Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
And now I’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
Damn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bitch make it quick if the Lord take me
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
They tellin’ niggas sell dope, rap or go to NBA, in that order
It’s that sort of thinkin’ that been keepin’ niggas chained
At the bottom and hanged
The strangest fruit that you ever seen
Ripe with pain, listen…

Flatbush Zombies – Aries (feat. Deadcuts)

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
It’s like we stuck in a prison
Suffering from lack of wisdom
Suffering from lack of substance
The systems lacking some ism
Since it’s killing the misery
Hope my children remember me
Since I sing songs of symphony
Somethings just gotten into me
Message don’t kill the messenger
Message travel through seven seas
Ghetto passion is classic, been getting lashes for centuries
Aided by mostly separated by color deficiency
Free to you free the shackles my mental strain from my ancestry

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Emancipation, castration, mass-hating, white washing
Black shaving patience, that I’m demonstrating, ugh
Segregation, separation, take my people, chain my people, ship them out, build a nation, picket lines, demonstration
Kill switch, detonation, this takes dedication
Guess that NBA our reparation governmental medication
The reverse of levitation, they put fluoride in our water
Guess they trying to kill our babies
Hearts racing, cops and robbers car chasing

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Whatever your purpose is
Hone in and hold your kids
All of this is distractions and nobody notice it
Feeble for knowledge we still in chains
Power tripping for digits we growing it every day
Fighting for freakom ? service with student aid
Can’t afford to be sitting order pills to get paid
Taught to follow the system that institution be prison
These coppers turn me to zombie
I’m walking dead while I’m living

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease

[Outro: Erick Arc Elliot]
Break the chain, break the chain
Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
Break the chain, break the chain
How police war with no recourse and you on your way
Break the chain, break the chain
Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
Break the chain, break the chain
Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here
Break the chain, break the chain
Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
Break the chain, break the chain
How police war with no recourse and you on your way
Break the chain, break the chain
Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
Break the chain, break the chain
Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix letras

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star