Dwoyo – Emerald Freestyle (Interlude) Lyrics

[Intro]
This ain’t infinity no more, bruh
Real life shit bruh
I thought you was a real one, what you flexing for bruh?
Huh? What you flexing for bruh?
You’re too nice, too many feelings
You ain’t party like that no more, shit’s over
You a real one right?
This ain’t infinity no more bruh

[Chorus]
Temporary temptations in my community
Feared thoughts of the future, this shit is new to me
Don’t wait on your opportunity
On my name, don’t wait on your opportunity
Feared thoughts of the future, this shit confusing me
Waiting on the decision of who I choose to be
Don’t wait on your opportunity
Don’t wait on your opportunity

[Verse 1]
Been living reckless, like life is infinite seconds
Till one day I’ll have to reflect on everything I’ve neglected
Take advantage of the talents I’ve been blessed with
Take away my pride would only leave me breathless
Cause that’s connected, to my voices
Complacency killing all of my choices
This ain’t a game no more, don’t you forget it
Whatever I decide to do, I won’t regret it

Dwo, trust me it’s hard to pay attention
With everybody telling you your dreams are too expensive
And getting into habits that I’m too afraid to mention
The more we grow the more we’re learning lessons

I ain’t really stressing, but I should be
Thinking bout what I could be
Slacking on my essentials, did I waste my potential?
The more I reflect, the more that I think it ruins me
All these emotions on the mic are feeling new to me
Music is the cure for my obscurity
Realizing that a part of my maturity
Is letting everybody know that my purity is just a facade for all of my insecurities (uh uh)
Is this a recording or therapy session?

Valuable lesson, take advantage of all of your blessings
Before it’s too late, even though they tell you that it’s too late
The only true fate you’ll find is death if you do wait

[Bridge]
Life is not a game
Life is not a game

[Verse 2]
Hail to the throne, cause my ice fly
Rap game ain’t for me, nice try
Hol up, this is no more Mr. Nice Guy
This time, Ima make the motherf**king guidelines
Tired of watching from the sidelines
Every time I’m motivated, now is not the right time
Ima leave for the next time
f**k it I’m livid, bound to my own limits
I don’t mean it literally when I say its been a minute
Always worrying bout what other people might think
Till your ass back home, cause you let the night blink, but
Actions speak louder than words, oh that I’ve heard
If you can’t read they mind, then why the f**k are you deterred?
In anything that you do, get curved, get straight
Maybe that’s why you keep delaying yo mixtape, huh
Heart on my sleeve, had it rolled up
For years I was telling people hold up
Now I’m half full, finna fill the whole cup
Mind locked in, and I’ll never keep my soul shut
Nightmares in a field full of snow, fire in my hands Ima never let my dreams go
Dreams that were once deferred are now being transferred into spoken word, Dwo

Casanova – Rip Rollie (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Intro]
See, I done ran through the white gold Sky Dweller
Rose Gold presi
The AP, nah I ain’t really fuckin’ with that shit no more
I’m gettin’ too much money
I’m gettin’ too much fuckin’ money

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 1]
Oh that’s a Rollie? this 3 of those
But I like ya watch don’t get pita rolled
See you shinin’ in the club hope your peoples know
That I got it on my hip not in the vehicle
Before I signed a deal I had 100 pack
You signed a deal where your money at?
What you get a show I bet I double that
And those ain’t Rolex diamonds what you done to that?
You see my watch how it’s frozed up
You saw opps then you froze up
I got a Glock ready to load up
Ya song was hot all summer but now it slowed up
So it’s R.I.P. to the homie
If your watch tick-tock, it’s a phony
Before I took that shit you shoulda told me
I went to the jeweler look what he sold me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 2]
Try to be cool, get the right vibe
But no more Mr. Nice Guy
Hope the shell for the 12 is the right size
Got the hitta to my left and my right side
Bout to step to any rapper with his chain out
If he tryna resist blow his brains out
Baking soda for the blood, get the stains out
My drugs and my side bitch in the same house
You got lined for it, but you grind for it
What you sayin’, you ain’t ready to die for it?
If it ain’t about money ain’t got no time for it
But if it’s war, nigga I’m all for it
So it was R.I.P. to ya brodies
I don’t fuck with them niggas them niggas police
Patek is a watch that’s what they told me
And if you getting that money than nigga show me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

Travi$ Scott – beibs in the trap (feat. NAV)

[Intro: NAV]
That coca

[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more

[Verse 1: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white bitch sniffin’ on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch looking for a phone, I ain’t seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I’m poured up and I’m leanin’
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
‘Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she’s snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she’s touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon’ get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I’mma get more

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, Nice Guy
Help it, please
Beast, beast it
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah, yeah)
I’m lit like Nick, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy Girls got it popping, AOD got it popping
Tryna’ text my accountant
Ain’t no service in the mountains (straight up!)
Won’t you come to the bottom?
Know you heard a lot about ’em (yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that, then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed

[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch rolling on snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Ooh