Daily Archives: February 19, 2018

Drake – God’s Plan

And you know me
I go hard on Southside G, ayy, wait
It’s a lot of bad things
[Post-Chorus]
They wishin’ on me, yuh
Bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
Imagine if I never met the broskies
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
[Chorus 1]
I can’t do this on my own, ayy, no, ayy
Might go down as G.O.D., yeah, wait
God’s plan, God’s plan
Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me

It’s a lot of bad things
Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me
I finessed down Weston Road, ayy, ‘nessed
Yes, I see the things that they wishin’ on me

And still
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
I feel good, sometimes I don’t, ayy, don’t

Yuh, ayy, ayy
Bad things
I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry
And still
Yeah, yeah
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
I make sure that north-side eat, yuh
Hope I got some brothers that outlive me
[Verse 2]
I make sure that north-side eat
Might go down a G.O.D., yeah, wait
Yeah, they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
I don’t wanna die for them to miss me
You know how I like it when you lovin’ on me
Turn the O2 into the O3, dog

They wishin’ on me
[Intro]
She say, "Do you love me?" I tell her, "Only partly"
Someone watchin’ this shit close, yep, close
[Chorus 2]
It’s a lot of bad things
Bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Don’t pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me

They wishin’ on me
They wishin’ on me

81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
[Post-Chorus]
They gon’ tell the story, shit was different with me

Without 40, Oli, there would be no me
God’s plan, God’s plan
I been movin’ calm, don’t start no trouble with me
Yeah
I’ve been me since Scarlett Road, ayy, road, ayy
I hold back, sometimes I won’t, yuh
Bad things
I go hard on Southside G, yuh, wait
[Verse 1]

The Chainsmokers – You Owe Me

You don’t know me
But there’s somethin’ that the papers forgot
‘Cause my friends don’t read the papers
Don’t you think you’re on your own?
But I’m losin’ my mind
Don’t you think you’re on your own?
But I know, they wanna see me hang on the wall
You don’t know me
[Outro]
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
(If I’m dead, if I’m dead, If I’m dead, you owe me)
Every time I read them, I know I feed them
[Chorus]
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
If I’m dead, you owe me

[Verse 2]
It gets dark inside my head
When it gets dark inside your head
[Verse 1]

It gets dark inside my head
Check my pulse and if I’m dead, you owe me
And they don’t really care if we’re awesome or not
If I’m dead, you owe me
Say it to my face if you mean it
Don’t you think that I get lonely?
I know I’m not losin’

When it gets dark inside your head

[Drop]

It gets dark inside my head
When it gets dark inside your head
Does anybody know what that’s like?
Don’t you think that I get lonely?
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
[Chorus]
If you’re lonely
If I’m dead, you owe me
If I’m dead, you owe me
So every time I read them, I know I feed them
You owe me, you owe me
You owe me, you owe me
Don’t you think you’re on your own?
If you’re lonely
I don’t really say this that often

Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
If you’re lonely
But I know, they’re painting, but they can’t leave a mark
Don’t you think that I get lonely?
You don’t know me
[Bridge]
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
Say it to my face, but you won’t

Eminem – Untouchable (Lyric Video)

Hands up, officer don’t shoot
It’s for the red, white and blue
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
No matter how many lives you ruin
And can’t find answers
Get these mixed reactions

Try to tell me how to live)
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Fuck your republican views
Talk to you like you’re a piece of trash
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
At cops and cops madder
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a (big rockstar)
We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
We’re black
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at

Black eyes on the movement
Section-eight’d us
We raised it, you better praise it or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
‘Cause they ain’t acclimated to ’em
Like that’s the way to do it

Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
But acts like that are
[Verse 3]
You don’t have to know our plan or what our intentions are
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
The block is our backyard offices
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
We know you’re hiding that Heidi Klum on you
Strapped, ’cause we’re strapped financially
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
Try to tell me how to live)

II Pt.
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
Tryna’ clean up these streets from all these minorities
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots?
We may never understand each other it’s no use
And put our minds more at ease
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
And that’s why it’s at a stalemate
What the fuck am I gonna do?
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
A subconscious racist
Pull up on the side of you
Who’s seen some fuckin’ videos of rappers waving guns
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
And education sucks, every days another
Designated us, to an area
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz

And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
Every time we see a devil’s face
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)

So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don’t stand for the national anthem
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you
It like we’re drifting back into the 60s
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
Fear to the black face gives them
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
Separated us
[Intro]

Window rolled down, profiled
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
Pull your pants up
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Why you kicking that soda can?
Probably coming from the dope house
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
It seems like the only franchise that’ll hire, so how can we have higher standards
Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot

I Pt.
Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you

Just keep marching, til’ we reach congress
Nobody can tell me shit cause I’m a (big rockstar)
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
Our guns are close to our chest
I’d rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
[Verse 2]
That’s why we call them pigstye’s for
They’re like eyesores to police
And streets act as a narrator
We bought to roll up, and
I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape my circumstance
And that’s racism
‘Cause America segregated us
Which makes wack lives madder
So we don’t need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
‘Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassing to be a
The sirens
Ninja, now it’s better to describe banter
You better show your hands
Gats
And you’re on another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
We’re applying for McDonald’s
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Having black-skin is risky, ’cause this keeps happening
That had its Natives killed
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
Not the crack spot
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
Don’t gotta read comics
In
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build
As I kick these facts, and
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that
Here come the swine
[Verse 1]
Throughout history, African-American’s have been treated like shit
I keep telling myself keep doing like you’re doing
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
But that’s life
We fighting a crime war
Why?
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
And you’ll get shot in the thyroid, ’cause you might die, boy
We fight back with violence
No one’s ever indicted you
Always see some B charges
As this beat backspins
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
Can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops
But they gonna say you’re tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Say A (feat. 9-Piece Orchestra) (Live)

Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
I’ll make her say a’
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
Cause I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy

Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman

And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Ayy What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Shoutout BK, free Bobby and free Rowdy
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga?
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
Free my nigga V12, holla if you see 12
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Febreze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell

Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
Hold up, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
[Outro]
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
[Verse 2]
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
[Intro]

I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, yeah

Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100K, yeah
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
So, get the fuck up out my face
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck ’bout what they say, yeah
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
[Chorus]
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
I’ll make her say a’
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy

I’ll make her say a’
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
I’m gon’ put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
[Chorus]
And we come straight out the Bronx so we wildin’
100k a day, trap booming like an 808
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
(Ness on the beat)
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"

A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

Huh?
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Just run me the play and let me know

Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
Huh?
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me

I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill
Huh?
It’s Gucci
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too many fake me’s
We got London On Da Track
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas

Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Huh?
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)

A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
21, 21
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
It’s Guwop

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]

All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
All the way on the other end
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
And I put it on me and I want another ring
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
It’s Guwop

Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
We got London On Da Track
My girlfriend got a little friend
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky

Demi Lovato – Tell Me You Love Me (Acoustic)

But I can’t say I’m innocent
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah
Baby, I’ma stick around
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
If I’m living without you
That you move on and be happy without me
On days like this, I do
I need someone
On days like this
I don’t know who I am without you
I need someone
All my friends, they know and it’s true
Oh, tell me you love me
Is standing right in front of me
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
On days like this, I do
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Oh, can you hear my heart say
Through the ups and downs
Everything I need
Oh, tell me you love me
And all my friends, they know and it’s true
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
On days like this
I need someone on days like this, I do
I don’t know who I am without you
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
On days like this
Is standing in front of me
Oh no, here we go again
Oh, can you hear my heart say
I promise we will be alright, alright
On days like this
On days like this
I need someone on days like this, I do
Bad at love, no, I’m not good at this
On days like this
I need someone
I need someone on days like this, I do
And I hope I never see the day
I don’t know what I’m living for
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
I got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
Not hardly, but I’m sorry
On days like this, I do
I got it bad, baby
Without me
Oh, tell me you love me
Oh, tell me you love me
I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry
Got it bad
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah
My heart’s like
What’s my hand without your heart to hold?
Oh, tell me you love me
Oh, can you hear my heart say
I’ve got it bad, baby
Fighting over what I said
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody

Kim Petras – Heart to Break

And when you touch me, I’m a fool

I feel my body saying yes
Makes me want you more (more, more)
Gonna give you my heart to break
Gonna give you my heart to break
[Verse 2]

This game I know I’m gonna lose

Gonna give you my heart to break
[Pre-Chorus]
I feel my body saying yes

Every time
Even if it means that I’ll never put myself back together
Don’t care if this is my worst mistake (No)
One look at you, I’m powerless
Any time, that you like
Heart to break
[Chorus]
And when you touch me, I’m a fool
And when you touch me, I’m a fool
Makes me want you more
[Verse 1]
Even if it means that I’ll never put myself back together
Don’t care if this is my worst mistake
One look at you, I’m powerless

Every time
Where’s my self control?
[Chorus]
Heart to break
Gonna give you my heart to break
Devilish, every kiss
Gonna give you my heart to break
‘Cause no one else could do it better
Woo-ah!
I tried to fight, but I can’t help it (I tried to fight, help it)
This game I know I’m gonna lose
‘Cause no one else could do it better (No one else, better)

One look at you, I’m powerless
[Pre-Chorus]
Gonna give you my heart to break
Gonna give you my heart to break
Even if I’ll end up in shatters, baby it doesn’t matter
Makes me want you more
This game I know I’m gonna lose
Where’s my self control? (Ahh)
[Bridge]
Gonna give you my heart to break
I tried to fight, but I can’t help it
[Pre-Chorus]
That’s why I give you my heart to break
Gonna give you my heart to break
I feel my body saying yes
That’s why I give you my heart to break
Yeah
‘Cause no one else could do it better (No one else, better, that’s why I)
Gonna give you my heart to break

[Chorus]
That’s why I give you my heart to break

Even if I’ll end up in shatters, baby it doesn’t matter

I tried to fight, but I can’t help it
Ahh Where’s my self control?
Even if I’ll end up in shatters, baby it doesn’t matter
Don’t care if this is my worst mistake

Even if it means that I’ll never put myself back together
Butterflies, every time
Angel eyes, tell me lies

JOY. – Change

And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting
But you never came
I’m a fool for your love, I’m afraid because
Oh the shame, oh the shame, I’m the only one
I’ve got to blame
Say
I just cannot seem to find my peace
Say
And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, my mistake
Oh the shame, oh the shame, I’m the only one
Fading on the floor with all my thoughts
Never thought that I’d be where I am today
Oh you’ll never change
And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, my mistake
And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting

That look on me’s everlasting
Oh you’ll never change
You’ll never change
Oh what, oh what a feeling to know I’m not healing
Please look sorry don’t have the answers on it
All I ever do is watch the leads
You’ll never change

I keep running back to you
I wrote, I wrote a letter to you
I’ve got to blame
I’m a fool for your love, I’m afraid because
I don’t know what for

But you never came

Never thought that I’d see who I am today
I’ll never send

smokepurpp – Big Bucks

I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
All that fu shit on your neck gon’ get you rashed up
100 bands at Neiman Marcus, nigga, catch up
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]

I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked

We can get up, nigga, we can get up
Damn, and I sip on Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok
Lil Purpp!
I just pulled up to my show to drop the top
Six Os in my bank, I can’t think the same
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I swear to God these niggas pussy, menopause
That’s yo hoe? I fucked that bitch, she brought her sister
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked

And I came with two pistols like I’m Max Payne
Pop a perc, then I xan, then I drop
And I hit it ’til the morning, then I dipped her
Swear I’m flexing on these niggas, bitch, I sauce
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked

You got your mind around these bitches, we don’t think the same
You get no money, lil nigga, hold applause
Krispy Kreme, I’m doing donuts in the lot
Yeah, dripped up, yeah bitch I’m Ricked up
Chopper leave a nigga doing sit-ups
[Verse 1]
Niggas fallin’ off the game, and I’m the cause
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
Lil Purpp bless your trap, huh
Oh my god, Ronny
[Intro]
I count big bucks
[Chorus]
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, we just hit a stain

Young Dolph – Paranoid

Pull out my garage in some shit you drive on Need for Speed (yeah yeah)
You can’t eat with me if you ain’t hungry (nah)
I’m tripple blessed, so today I’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
I used to go to sleep hungry, didn’t have shit to eat (remember that?)
Go and get a sack young nigga, and be all you can be (uh-huh)
[Chorus]
The feds in the hood (whoa)
She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and fuck to my music (yeah)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)

Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (thank you God)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
I might stop pimpin’ one day (yeah)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
Don’t you bring that bitch ’round me my nigga, ’cause you might lose her (yeah)
Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie, ah
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
I’m throwin’ money on Monday (yup)
Yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
Boy you know I’m about gunplay (yup)
The way I put this shit on me, they be like how do he do it? (hah)
I spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
Yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (shit)
[Verse 2]
I cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
I got so high I’m goin’ the wrong way on the fuckin’ one way
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet (swag)
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
[Chorus]
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
[Verse 1]
Izze The Producer
I hope those folks don’t come and get us
[Intro]
Patek Philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
Now I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
So I fucked his sister (yeah yeah)
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
Yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
I gave her a job at my traphouse sackin’ up P’s (trap)
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)

Ayy fire that weed up man, ayy
I keep some shit up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money (know that)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
[Chorus]

I might stop sippin’ one day (damn)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
Talkin’ ass bitch (shut up)
Nah I don’t like that nigga (fuck ’em)
These diamonds they hit every time I move, don’t it, uh, uh
I got the bitch off the runway (yup)

Chuck Strangers – Style Wars (feat. Joey Bada$$)

Thinking fuck a job I’ll rather boss up on somethin’ I believe in
I’mma be stuntin’ on all the lame niggas who pass me
Think how quick we grew up low key insane
Sonic aesthetically pleasing
The dynamic of my whole block changed
You can have my heart sing the tales of the light
Turn off the MP shut off my phone and just zone
While a metronome tick like a fake Rolex
We warriors with the rhymin’
Shouts to Oakland but the warriors from Coney Island
Because this is murder rap
Faded and miseducated 24 years and made it
I think of home when I need to be strong
I wanna thank god for this vibe
Mercedes or the Lexus shit
Yo it’s a John Stark
Should I risk it with the biscuit that’s when the cops came
I wonderin’ who owns next
Manifesting a move steady reppin’ the crew
My best friend she snort cane guess life is like a dice game
New York mentality
So now I’m plottin’ on some necklaces
I just wanna fuck you
Singin’ ass bitch don’t take the curve personal
Do your Googles nigga I’m in control of things
I’m just tryin’ not to work with you
It’s different phases I’m on when I be writin’ these songs
That the dark run the dark sing painting prosperity
Now niggas can express they selves
God and I move together is two
On them rooftops lit one up for 2Pac
Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathin’
They gon’ try to hide and make it sound clever
You can see it in my eyes I got nigga rich endeavours
Been rollin’ up no more hittin’ the bong
Chopped and new shipment now I got all my equipment
Times I need to be alone
I’m just layed up high
[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]