Daily Archives: January 16, 2018

Gucci Mane & Lil Baby – The Load (feat. Marlo)

I’m like Luda, I been slanging them bows

Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade
Tucking my strap in at my shows
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola
El Gato is my code name, don’t ever call me Radric
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Diamonds on me blinkin’ mane, fuck what niggas thinkin’ mane
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
El Gato, respect it
Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
Now I’m on fire, I burn a nigga
Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold
Well my day startin’ crazy, my pack ain’t fuckin’ make it
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah
They ain’t gave me shit, I earned it nigga
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
Runnin’ with slime, they’ll wipe your nose
I’m back on my shit, I’m dripping waterfall
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober

Diamonds on fleek, I’m cold, pneumonia

Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed
Went to the lot and bought my bitch a drop
Y’all boys too pathetic
I’m gangster but I’m famous, bitch I’m armed and I’m dangerous
Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off

And Marlo is my real name, don’t ever call me rude
Make it double up and get real real harder
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
[Verse 3: Marlo]
I done stayed down with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way
Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment
Do script and pack with Lil Baby food
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola
Call tell, I’m connected
All I ever needed was a chance
The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi

Pop a nigga noggin like a xan
Millionaires out the cell block
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Play with me, regret it
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
Trap spot, tryna get off the load
Guwop gon’ keep gettin’ it mane, long as they keep printin’ it mane
I ain’t never gotta sell blocks
I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin’

Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
Call them Redman and Method

Your bitch on my drip, I poured it on her
Now I got a whole lot of bands

Fuck the police, that’s the code we honor
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Ask the streets, everybody know
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Shooters, they gon’ shoot on my command
I’m from the gutter, throwing up fours
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
Me and Wop sitting at the top
This ain’t that synthetic
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Spend my show money on clothes
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I’m gettin’ paid
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
And I put that fish scale in that water
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a switchblade
Wop
Never stopping and I’m always on go
I been a gangster, I make the news
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
And the load gettin’ real real closer
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
And I hope the dope just came up out the water
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
When I get bored I buy a new watch
Goose say we’re goin’ real crazy, ooh

Me and Marlo really gettin’ them loads
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola
Young nigga make the rules, break the rules
You don’t got it then go get it
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Now I got a whole lot of fans
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Two Asian plugs with hella drugs
Trap stay bunking, we don’t close

Kodak Black – Poetical G

I turnt that money clean off of living dirty
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
I get retarded, boy, I shake something
Just bought a mansion, you just bought a damn chain
I’m sitting in the dark
[Intro]
That’s my dawg, man
Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
Free Jackboy
And everything they do it’s like they all changed
I’m about wacking, hope you about the same thing
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
I can’t hide my cardinality, my personality
Leavin’ ’em all, tryna hide the scars
[Verse]

I got skeletons in my closet by my Balmain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
Shit ain’t never, never gone be the same
I be going too hard I might break something

Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
We do the same thing but won’t do it the same
I pray to God that I ain’t losing my brain
All I want to do is shine, they throwing shade on me
It left a stain on me
1800 block
That’s my shooter coming around here
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
All the love I got for you is never gone change
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I think about my woe, I just popped a xanny
I just wanted money, but it came with some fame
I get on this beat like it’s my testimony
Sniper Gang
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

I’m still fed up, but I’m countin’ fetty
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
I am who I are
[Chorus]
I promise we gone all ball, man
I pray to God I ain’t losing my brain
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
Shit ain’t never, never, ever gone be the same
Aye, it’s two thousand eighteen hundred
All the love I got for you is never gone change

Can’t leave the streets alone
I just wanted money but it came with some fame
[Chorus]
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

Bodega Bamz – Diddy Bop

Granny at the BBQ with petty ass husband
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
Stop overreacting, it’s past my curfew I’m out after 6

And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
This feel like every summertime
Or juke in the basement, in love with my KSWISS’s

[Intro: Noname]
Summertime, city life, Chi-town, my town, my town
This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
Happily making my accident
This feel like every summertime
Rainbows with a pink blue and a sea foam type of green hue
This sound like growing out my clothes
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
[Bridge: Noname]
Mama gon’ whoop on my ass again
[Verse 1: Noname]
This feel like jumping in a pool and I’m knowing I can’t swim
Of his birth to tell the truth, that I’m his real son
Watching my happy, watching my happy ooh ooh

[Verse 2: Raury]
Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat

Pray you gon’ bring that shit back again
Get blocked, I’ma build two

After school matters like I’m needing that stipend right now
Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1’s too
This sound like growing out my clothes
Still pray for a fair day where they give a fair race to the marinade
I’m ready, I’m ready
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
Henny invented the catalyst for happiness in my cup
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
And the dogons and the eses and the fair faced
Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat

This sound like Mississippi sippy cup, daddy turn bibby up
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
This sound like niggas complaining when their bitches like Raz-B

Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
B2K in the stereo, we juke in the back seat

[Outro: Noname]
Keith Ape tryna pill paint
Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1’s too
Pray that I’m making my way before 8 and I might have to sneak in the back again
With stars in my pocket, dreaming ’bout making my hood grow
Make a clear space
Pray you gon’ bring that shit back again
This sound like kiddies on the playground when mama was running up

[Hook: Cam O’bi]
Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
[Hook: Cam O’bi]
Hope that you see it’s a staircase
And I am not a star
Hope that Memorial traffickin’
Versus Perseus to the father
With stars in my pocket, dreaming bout making my hood glow
Girl I just want to relax again
[Bridge: Noname]
Mama say she love, love, loved us
Hope that she stopping for gas again
Kennicott parking lot got caught with the blunt like “wow wow”
This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
I know
For stealing that twenty dollars like ”baby, just ask me”
Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do
I am a meteor on a crash course towards Earth across the cosmos
When the lights was off we had to stay with cousins
Get blocked, I’ma build one
Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (On SNL) (Live)

In the end, it’s him and I
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
Him and I
Remember this for when I die
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
(Him and I)
In the end, it’s him and I
Cross my heart, hope to die
Cross my heart, hope to die
We do drugs together (together)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
I am his, and he is mine
Cross my heart, hope to die

He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
For you, I’d take a life
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini

He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
Him and I
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense

Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
To my lover, I’d never lie
In the end, it’s him and I
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die

[Chorus: Halsey]
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
In the end, it’s him and I
This is our ride or die
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
We got that love; the crazy kind
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
Cross my heart, hope to die
You can confide in me
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
You know?
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
In the end, it’s him and I
My funeral will be lit if I-

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Cross my heart, hope to die
I am his, and he is mine
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
In the end, it’s him and I
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]

Fuck up clubs together (together)
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
[Chorus: Halsey]
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Him and I
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
There is no hiding, I swear
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
In the end, it’s him and I
We got that love; the crazy kind
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich

In the end, it’s him and I
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
To my lover, I’d never lie
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
To you, I’ve never lied
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
[Chorus: Halsey]
To my lover, I’d never lie
We got that love; the crazy kind
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
Stay solid, never lie to you
You know?
[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
If we was to sever
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there

Halsey – Bad At Love (On SNL) (Live)

You were the one (ooh-ooh)
Each time the feeling fades
Oh, oh
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
Each time the feeling fades
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
London girl with an attitude
I’m bad at love
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I

You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I

That I’m in too deep
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I know that you’re afraid
That we’re meant to be
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
Lookin’ at my history
I’m gonna walk away
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
Both got way better things to do
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
I’m gonna walk away
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Got a girl with California eyes

Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Got a boy back home in Michigan
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’

We never told no one but we look so cute
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Get the best in me
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
Get the best of me
That could finally fix me

So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Each time the feeling fades

I know that you’re afraid
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

Belinda Carlisle – I Get Weak (Single Edit)

I’m in deep when I look in your eyes

Weak when we touch
Oh, I’m in love, oh I’m in deep ’cause baby
When I’m with you
Weak from this love
Weak from this love
With a touch I completely lose control

You know you’ve got me where I want to be ’cause lover
The helpless heart just can’t resist their power
Just a kiss you can strip me defenseless
You know you’ve got a hold over me
I get weak
Just a touch I completely lose control
Convincing eyes, persuasive lips
How I’ll ever get out of this I don’t know

I get weak when I look at you
I get weak when you’re next to me

Like a wave you keep pulling me under
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
‘Til all that’s left of my strength is a memory, whoa
Can’t walk, can’t talk, can’t eat, can’t sleep

Weak from this love
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when you’re next to me
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
My tongue is tied it’s crazy
With a kiss you can strip me defenseless
I get weak when you’re next to me
‘Til all that’s left of my strength is a memory, whoa
I get weak when I look at you
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
I just know there’s just no way to fight it, whao
Weak when we touch
I get weak I get weak I get weak
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes

I get weak I get weak I get weak
I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch

I shake inside
My heart’s all tangled up

Lil Pump – Trap Jumpin (feat. Juicy J)

Made one phone call, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
My wrist cost me two whips (cash)
Always fed my crew (my niggas)
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Twenty-four hours, trap still open
Goddamn, ooh, trap goin’ stupid
Yeah, trap goin’ stupid, don’t be foolish
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Goddamn, ooh, trap goin’ stupid
Movin’ them Ps, let me be
Then they might turn on you (we eat)
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid

Made one phone call, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Same old Juice, it ain’t nuttin’ new
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Yuh, trap goin’ stupid
Made four phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
I just
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid (yeah), trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
I’m from the jungle, them wolves don’t eat
It look like a Bar Mitzvah on my neck

Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Ayy, ayy
Made one phone call, now I gotta load in
Drop it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Made three phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Kick all the good girls out, let the hoes in
Nigga can’t clock my moves (uh-uh)
Whole bread, I got new shit (new shit)
Yeah, I ain’t ever been no dummy (no dummy)

Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Made two phone calls, got the trap jumpin’

Damn, ooh, this what I do
[Verse: Juicy J]
That shit sweet like honey (shit sweet)
(Let’s get it)
Don’t try to stay at home, I do this (don’t do it)
I’m rockin’ so many jewels
Yuh (yeah), trap goin’ stupid (yeah)
Made two phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
How you gettin’ money all day if you’re closin’?
[Chorus: Lil Pump & (Juicy J)]
Made three phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh, ayy, trap goin’ stupid
I can teach you some shit you can’t learn in school
Made four phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
I ain’t ever been no fool (no fool)
Yeah, I count my own money
Ayy, got the trap jumpin’
Yuh, ayy, trap goin’ stupid
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
[Intro: Lil Pump]
Nigga, I paid my dues (dues)
Ooh, ayy, yeah

Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle

Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Stay silent You makin’ moves?
A stupid motherfucker [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Throwin’ salt at me
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
You know who the fuck it is
Nothin’ fall for anything
Fortunately it’s easy
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
My blade give a cesarean
Prada replace the dollar
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary though
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
For every blow, depends on breath control
Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking and numbers
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
You’ll soon learn

Fire trail from me flying
When we hug these mics we get busy
So it’s the first thing you must learn
[Outro]
All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Thinkin’ "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
I done seen your true colors for green niggas to flip-flop
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Figured no face, no karma
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Brave pilot You takin’ off?
Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m a tip-top
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
[Intro]
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
At Your Request
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
2018
I’m thinkin’ "Who is he?"
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

You crossed the crew’s gray island

Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
Masked up on my last case
Y’all breedin’ bitches
Two thousand and make cream
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Baguette sleeve

Marlo – Thinking Out Loud

Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
He stood up like a man and took the ride
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah
And I still wish that Lo was still living

Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
I hope I miss the drought in February
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
And I do this for my Bourne Home niggas
So it’s shouts out to Lo, he my nigga

I take a perc then I please all my pain
I know he’d be proud
He didn’t snitch on none nigga, he took his time
You know I’m down to ride for my niggas
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
I wish he were still here
You know I’m still NDC nigga
AndI answer for my question deep inside
I’m just thinking out loud
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I’m just thinking out loud
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
Got my head to the cloud
Came up in the game, my frown
I know he’d be proud
I wish he were still here
Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
I’m just thinking out loud
[Verse 1]
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
I hope I miss the drought in February
I don’t give a fuck ’bout none nigga, yeah
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
I wish he were still here

I’m just thinking out loud
I hope I miss the drought in February
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I wish C could see me now
[Chorus]

I’ma get money by any means necessary
I take a perc then I please all my pain
I wish C could see me now

Get in by the time it’s goin’ down
And a nigga Steve took off project housing
I scream free Lil Tay
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah
I scream free Lil Tay
I got a big load, I gotta carry
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
And my hood birthed a whole lot of killers
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
[Chorus]
And I’m still repping NDC nigga
I know we still the realest
They gave bird a long time for that iron
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
I got a big load, I gotta carry
Got my head to the cloud
I wish C could see me now
I got a big load, I gotta carry

I scream free Lil Tay
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
[Verse 2]
Got my head to the cloud
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
And I’m still thinkin’ about how Marlo died
I take a perc then I please all my pain
And that nigga Black Dog he one thousand
Bring that money counter baby
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
And we still say that he the king nigga
You know I’m down to slide with my niggas
So you know them birds flying down South
[Chorus]
I’m just thinking out loud
Put the bricks all in the wall and the house

[Intro]
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah
I know he’d be proud

YFN Lucci – Street Kings (feat. Meek Mill)

I’ve been on my young fly shit since a lil’ jet, true shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
I’ma give a nigga the full clip ’til it’s all E
Die for my respect
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
But they tell you them niggas stand up, I manned up
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
And they tell me that I’m losin’, man you niggas fuckin’ wildin’

Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest

Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Don’t be jumping in shit you ain’t got nothin’ to do with
In the hood know I still got on all my shit
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom’s to public housing
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed

Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
They tryin’ do me like Jeezy, they tryin’ cross me
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
100k on my neck
Uh, know I’m from the projects
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Busting’ bricks sellin’ bails, I ain’t never tell
Fuck nigga!
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

We was all broke now we all kings
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
Uh, true number one got ’em upset
That’s why they still with me I came up
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
Shout out my niggas that stayed down
Tryin’ ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Only thing a nigga takin’ from me is a shell
Never been the type to call all beef, don’t call me
If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
After bloodshed ain’t no sorry, I’m sorry
Sweep yo’ block like a house sweep, y’all all sweet
Got some money and look what they sayin’ now
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
Play you, die, you next
We all G’s
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
When they killed Lil’ Snupe, I took a L
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
Nigga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ off me, they lost me
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit

When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
We ain’t never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale

Zoey Dollaz – Mula (Remix) (feat. Lil Wayne)

Look at all these hoes (hoes)
If you baller blocking, invite me
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
When I was broke?
Nigga, think about when I was broke (yeah, I’m broke)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)

Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula

Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I told wifey she too pricey
Smokin’ on the melatin
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)

I’ma take Mula to the jeweller
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Fuck that, I ain’t goin’ back no more (yeah, no more)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
Only stickin’ with my day ones
Diamonds on my neck, freezin’ like a cooler
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Yeah, my bros (Mula)
I done left my girl, I ain’t sorry (yea, sorry)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
It’s just me and my girlfriend, Makaveli-in’
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
So addicted to her, faithful and restricted to her
Fuck around and found some dope (some dope)
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
I’m gone
Got that Remedy, yeah
Put her on the table, break her down like a skeleton
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula

I ain’t finna hit no licks no more (no more)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Where the fuck, was you was at?
Like woah, woah, damn my nigga, froze
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
It’s Weezy Baby and Mula
Make sure you aware of her
A nigga get poltergeist-y for the Breitling
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Sippin’ on the gelatin
[Outro: Zoey Dollaz]
Mula on my mind, on my mind, brain tumor
I done fell in love, with some money (yeah, some money)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)

And then I went got icy
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
I cheated on my girl, she still recuperating
Nigga, gettin’ money now (money now)
[Intro: Zoey Dollaz]

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
But our friends call us Mula Baby
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]

I’ma take good care of her
I know she been around but a lot of niggas blew her

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Pause

She suck the dick like she got four jowls
I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
I be on syrup like i cough
Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
[Intro]
Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
30 round clip on my Glock, pause
Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
[Outro]
[Verse 2]
Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
Pause
I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)

If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
Since I was young, I done broke laws
I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
Shot to the head, to the face (the face)

Aye
Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
Wow, pause, wow, pause
Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
What you talkin’ bout?
Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)

Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
[Verse 1]
Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)

Young Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro

Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
[Refrain]
But I still catch me a case (a case)
[Hook]
I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank
Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
Fuck it, keep all that shit
I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

That was back in the day (the day)
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Pull up then somebody shot, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
[Refrain]
Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch
Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
Since I was young, I done broke jaws
Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
Pause
If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
Went from the projects to a loft
Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)

Leo Ieiri – Relax

Stay Stay Stay konya mo mata (soba ni ite)
Doko he demo yukeru yo

Nandaka betsu no kuni ni iru mitai na kibun
Tenohira wa anata no mono
Kataribe wa anata ga ii
Ima sugu ima sugu ni
Kanji wo zujou no kyodai na MONITAA ga utau
Bachigai na iro ni naru
Up Up Up hoshi ni te ga tsuita (yozora)

Te wo soe mekutte yo
Hora ochitsuku nante muri yo
Marude tsuyoi ARUKOORU mitai ni
Anata wa ichimankai no KISU wo suru
Relax Relax Relax Relax
Machi no hitogomi no naka wo
Subete ga anata no mono
Namida ga dete kuru wa
Ima sugu ima sugu ni

Dare mo kare mo ga tsumannai kao wo shiteru
Up Up Up hoshi ni te ga tsuita (furete)
Down Down Down anata to yoko ni naru (kusamura de)
Mimi ni mo hairanai kara
Machi tsudzukete ita no
Izure wa sameru yoi demo
Monogatari no PEEJI wo
Sotto watashi wo tsuredashite
Subete wasure arai nagashi

Anata no senaka ni notte teikuu hikou shite
Dare hitori oitsuku koto ga dekinai
Sotto watashi wo tsuredashite
Hoshizora to kotoba to NEON
Tenohira ga hora tsumetai
Demo ochitsuku nante muri yo
You ni mieru no wa kitto watashi no sei ne

Relax Relax Relax Relax
Kitto watashi wo tsuredasu wa
Ima sugu ima sugu ni
Machi no hitogomi no naka de
Nandemo naru you ni naru you na
Relax Relax Relax Relax

Dame ochitsuku nante muri yo

Nik Kershaw – I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me

I won’t let the sun go down on me
Forefinger on the button, is he blue or is he red
Then to our favorite hobby, searching for an enemy

Old men in stripy trousers rule the world with plastic smiles
Mother nature isn’t in it, three hundred million years
I won’t let the sun go down on me
Pinball man, power glutton, vacuum inside his head
I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down on me

It’s the only one we’ve got
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down on me
Here in our paper houses, stretching for miles and miles
Goodbye in just a minute, gone forever, no more tears
I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down
Break your silence if you would
I won’t let the sun go down on me
I won’t let the sun go down

I won’t let the sun go down

Forty winks in the lobby, make mine a G&T

I won’t let the sun go down
I won’t let the sun go down

Before the sun goes down for good

Good or bad, like it or not

Dave East – On God

My niggas got grams, my bitches got checks
I don’t care what the rest do
Kidnapped ’em for that paper
I got grams all in my pocket
Imma motivate the streets if I don’t do nothing else
What’s goodie?
Bullets like you going scuba diving
I was 17 when I found out how that money felt
Just counted another hundred
Cocaine on my side forever gone get cooked
Hit my old bitch, she said young boy you something else
Traumatized I know how a corpse really feel
Everybody had grams
Ain’t got no time to hate on nobody I got a life
That shit made me want to sell
I just bought another belt
I’m here for the money for the cash
[Verse]
If you diss me on a record we follow you home
[Outro]
Jump out in a sweat suit
Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt
Now I’ll just be blowing money
I’ll be on my own shit
I don’t want nothing else

Niggas iffy got my glizzy, I just found a vest
Mazzetti or the Porche just to chill
I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt
Everybody had grams
Run up i’ma stretch you
Honestly, I could have bought niggas deals
Imma smoke a pound and bring down the rest
That shit made me want to sell
If you put out a hit, they gone copy your song
Them niggas with you they ain’t riding right
Go to sleep with my chain on
I don’t want nothing else
I ain’t got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie
Uh, what it do?
Bitch I’m on the Forbes list for real
I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt
Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt
We flocked and run in houses when nobody home
I pray to god that I don’t die tonight
I’m here for the money for the cash
I stand over your casket make sure that you gone
I’ma motivate the streets if I don’t do nothing else
We gone make somebody cry tonight
That shit made me want to sell
I just found out Gucci got a leather bubble
Drake you my nigga but this penthouse got the best views
Hoodie strings tied tight

Stand still when the tech move
These niggas be coffin
Getting jail calls from bully

Get a wetsuit
Fuck who got the best crew
I just bought another belt
Ddb wilding like DC styling that’s my best goon
Hit my old bitch, she said young boy you something else
The levels of power teach you don’t let ’em know your next move
And wash my hands like it’s a restroom
Now I just be blowing money
These niggas be thinking them the best
Whoever gone get took, on God
I’m the one [?] Lex coupe
Flush out the product
Promoter with the Yolla forever gone get booked
I was 17 when I found out how that money felt
Don’t be shocked if they arrest you
Threw my hood up on the freshman cover
You niggas look stressed
Hanged up like imma text you
The plug tried to call me
30 side trapping, I’ll never forget bush
Everybody had grams that shit made me want to sell
I need an extra cover
I’ma motivate the streets

Everybody had grams that shit made me want to sell
On God
I be on the stage with the fully
Real niggas by me, I can’t stand next to suckers
If I don’t do nothing else
Shit, I’m the best too