VERITE – Saint

But I’ll tip my hat to the dead
No I don’t got religion
No, you’re not a season
Cause I know I’m not innocent
[Bridge]
And I’m a crack in your glass
Still, I caught a sickness

[Chorus]
[Chorus]
But I could be a saint in your head
That time you said I was, said I was yours

Maybe I’m indifferent, shut down
To be buried underground

Set to leave me in the cold
But I could be a saint in your head
No I don’t got religion
All too well
Not I’m not an idea you decided was gold
That time you said I was, said I was yours
But I’ll tip my hat to the dead
But I’ll tip my hat to the dead
‘Cause no, I’m not an anthem
No I don’t got religion

But I could be a saint in your head
Maybe you’re too innocent
Set to leave me in the cold
No, I’m not your hope
No, I’m not an idea you decided was gold
That time you said I was, said I was yours
No, I’m not a season

Watch me run down
‘Cause no, I’m not an anthem
No I’m not your hope
[Chorus]
‘Cause I know I’m a sinner
Take me to the water, watch me drown
But if you let me, I could show you how it feels
Set to leave me in the cold
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, I’m magnificently shut down
Under your fingers
Watch me drown
Still, I caught a sickness
[Verse 1]
Oh, you know me all too well
That time you said I was yours
[Verse 2]
‘Cause I know I’m a sinner
No, you’re not a season
Still, I caught a sickness
Set to leave me in the cold
No, you’re not a season

‘Cause I know I’m a sinner
Still, I caught a sickness

Paul Wall – World Series Grillz (feat. Lil Keke & Z-Ro)

Altuve on the play, go kill ’em shawty
It’s the Houston strong, Astros always trill
From Hurricane Harvey to a party
[Verse 2: Lil Keke]
Let’s go, we’re going to the World Series
Dallas Keuchel on the hill, World Series grills
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
All you gotta be is not hater, you can kick it with us
Slab squatin’ like McCann, it’s the Astros baby

World Series grills (yeah), World Series grills
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Wayne comin’ round the corner like Altuve on the steal
World Series grills (bling bling)
Bet I’ma knock it out the park like Altuve
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
Blow the roof off Minute Maid, make some noise
World Series grills (grills), World Series grills (yeah)
World Series grills (let’s go), World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)

Lance McCullers curve, haters can’t see me
Verlander strike ’em out, one two three
Go ‘Stros, got my whole city dranking with me
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
At the parade coming down with a mouth full of diamonds
World Series grills, World Series grills

[Intro]
World Series grills, World Series grills (grills)
We poppin’ bottles, throwing money like some strippers with us
Fifty-five years is a long ride
World Series grills, World Series grills (bling bling)
The strobes hit the field, I swear we shining

World Series grills, World Series grills
Now it’s World Series grills for the team

Cut your camera phone on, we making a movie
World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills, World Series grills
I love my city, when I die I want to take it with me
[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
[?] when I’m feeling like a real boss
Them throws here to stay, keep grinding
Yeah, been tryna get it since the Colt-45
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
Cup double like Correa, time to pour the Sprite
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (let’s go), World Series grills (bling bling)
Springer dinger out the park, MVP
Grind hard, money long like Game 5
H-Town throw it up like I been drinking Henny
World Series grills, World Series grills, World Series grills, World Series grills
World Series grills (yeah), World Series grills

We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)

Time to turn all the way deaf, it’s time to turn your chill off
World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills, World Series grills
World Series grills (grills)
And we keeping everybody, pay them boys
George Springer just caught fire, it’s perfect timing
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Morton got to seal the deal, Bregman how you feel?

We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
We celebrating, we gon’ drank until we break a kidney
World Series grills (bling bling)
DC Minute, look I could never take my grill off
World Series grills, World Series grills
World Series grills, World Series grills
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
We goin’ hard on them boys, them boys real soft

World Series grills (bling bling)
We got World Series grills baby
Hitting homers, stealing bases, going live
If you’re Houston Texas born it was a dream
World Series grills (grills), World Series grills (yeah)
We at Minute Maid park baby goin’ live
World Series grills, World Series grills (bling bling)

Rita Ora – Proud

Can’t deny, no, no, no, no, no, no
[Pre-Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
[?] and now you found your freedom
So let me say it loud, loud
You know it’s you that I love, you that I love, oh
Now you’re finally taking control, oh yeah
[Chorus]
[?] beautiful, you’re looking so good, so good
You make me proud

Peddle to the floor, it’s time to get ’em
Roomie, feelin’ so free
I wanna tell the world about you now
Kisses to your haters like you love them so good
Scream it from the top of your lungs, lungs
Stand out in the whole crowd
Know I’ll swear never let them bring you down
[Bridge]
They acceptin’, it’s blessin’
No, no, no, no, no, no
You make me proud
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
No doubt, baby, stand proud
[Chorus]
Now you’re finally taking control, -trol, oh
I wanna tell the world about you now

Kisses to your haters like you love them so good
They never take your shine so don’t you let ’em
In your own [?], it’s time to get ’em
Stand up to the whole world
Know I’ll swear never let them bring you down
Know I’ll swear never let them bring you down

You make me proud

You know it’s you that I love, you that I love, oh
[Verse 1]

No doubt, do your mama proud
Shinin’ now you found your true glow, glow, oh
You know it’s you that I love, you that I love, oh
Don’t break your spirit now you got that feeling
I wanna tell the world about you now
Can’t deny, no, no, no, no, no, no

You know it’s you that I love, you that I love, oh

Feeling like you finally found home

Boy, you’re beautiful, you’re looking so good, so good
You know it’s you that I love, you that I love, oh
In your own [?], baby, focus, all good, yeah
Can’t be quiet, no
And what it takes, they’ll never break you down, na, na
So let me say it loud, loud
You know it’s you that I love, you that I love, oh
It feels so right can never be wrong, wrong, oh
Not afaid to celebrate who we are
Can’t be quiet, no
So let me say it loud, loud

Russ – Alone

Ignoring all my texts

[Verse 2]
But I forgive you
Laid up with this celebrity chick
It’s your turn for me to be the one you turn to
[Outro]
Hotels and airplanes is what I call home
Hotels and airplanes is what I call home
Lately I been feeling like I’m all alone
And every verse that I wove, I’m the seamstress
Hotels and airplanes is what I call home
I feel all alone
It’s not your fault, it’s just something you gon’ learn too

So I guess I’m really on my own
So I guess I’m really on my own
Role reversal, no rehearsal for this
Everything’s not glorious, glorious
You understood everything, but not this s–t
Hotels and airplanes is what I call home
Hotels and airplanes is what I call home

So I guess I’m really on my own
I might need somebody, I don’t trust nobody
Ooh, na na na na na na
Lately I been feeling like I’m all alone
I might need somebody, I don’t trust nobody
Laughing at the ones that said that I would never be rich
Lately I been feeling like I’m all alone
My memories lit
[Intro]
I live on the road now
Zoned out, I should put my phone down
No complaints, it’s just some personal s–t
I’ll make it through any storm
I might need somebody, I don’t trust nobody

I been thinking
Lately I been feeling like I’m all alone
Y’all don’t get it anyway, anyway
I might need somebody, I don’t trust nobody
I might need somebody, I don’t trust nobody
The arena’s the only time I ever sold out
I kept the real ones, but even they can’t never relate

Yeah
I might need somebody, I don’t trust nobody
You know it’s different when your mom feels distant
I might need somebody, I don’t trust nobody
Lately I been feeling like I’m all alone
Yeah
So I guess I’m really on my own
Lately I been feeling like I’m all alone
Lately I been feeling like I’m all alone
No matter the weather, I do better when it’s cold out
So I guess I’m really on my own
Hotels and airplanes is what I call home

Rich is not on the surface, nah it’s in you
And every word that I spoke, yeah I mean it
[Verse 1]
[Hook/Chorus]
Pretty views with a lot of ugly people
Hotels and airplanes is what I call home
So I guess I’m really on my own
I been through boundaries, that’s how I found me
And Bugus ’bout to blow soon, we gon’ laugh at this day I hope
Naturally I lost every bad friend around me
[Hook/Chorus]
[Hook/Chorus]
California to clear my head
So I guess I’m really on my own
Yeah
Yeah

DJ Carnage – I Shyne (feat. Lil Pump)

Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Fuck a bitch two times (yuh)

All of my diamonds on froze (ouu)
No I cannot lie (ouu)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Take a look I bust down like wow, ow
Fuck a bitch two times (yuh)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my neck, shyne (yuh, yuh)
Fucked her nine to five I eat booty in daytime (ouu)
Let em’ in five at a time (ouu)

Lil Pump slay the rap game like a poet
Smoking on gelato yeah I got it from Dubai
No I cannot lie (ouu)
Look at my neck, shyne (yuh, yuh)
I just be smoking on dope (yuh)
I might just buy at the store
Lil Pump, yuh, ESKETITTT
I think I got too high (ouu)
Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Pussy was too fire (ouu)
I just be smoking on dope (yuh)
I just be smoking on dope (yuh)
Fuck a bitch two times (yuh)
Look at my wrist, shyne (brr)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Bend it ol’ bih lil yacht like bow tie
Pussy was too fire (ouu)

And my neck worth like two hundred thou’
Gucci googles on so I got four eyes (yuh)
And they just mad cause’ I made my own sound
Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
I might just buy at the store
My diamonds might make you blind (yuh)
I think I got too high (ouu)
Look at my wrist I’m like ouu, damn

My diamonds might make you blind (yuh)
Close so you know who I am (yuh)
Look at my wrist, shyne (brr)
My diamonds might make you blind (yuh)
Come in the city I bake out now
Lil Pump, aye, aye, aye, yuh, aye

Pussy was too fire (ouu)

Fuck four hoes in a day I can’t lie
Look at my neck, shyne (yuh, yuh)
Louis down head to my toe (yuh)
ESKEEEEE (wow)
Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Louis down head to my toe (yuh)
Let em’ in five at a time (ouu)
She saw my dick on the Instagram
Smashed her and sister at the same time
Look at my wrist, shyne (brr)

Jump off the roof and my fans go wow (ESKEEE)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Right wrist so wet look like the ocean
Look at my neck, shyne
All of my diamonds on froze (ouu)

White girl gave me top told her had to fuck it
Playin’ Lil Pump and your ass catch a hundred rounds
No I cannot lie (ouu)
Let em’ in five at a time (ouu)
Left wrist cost a hundred bands (ouu)
I might just buy at the store
All of my diamonds on froze (ouu)
I think I got too high (ouu)

Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Pop a bean now brand open
Told her "bust it open gotta do it on FaceTime"

Can’t pull up to the weed shop you ain’t got it poppin’
Louis down head to my toe (yuh)
Drop top coupe when I ride around

LIVVIA – Catch A Body (feat. Quavo)

It must come like damn I think of that
Got me checkin like I’m Jaden
You look so good it’s, you look so good it’s
Killing me, Killing me
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Catch a body catch a body we gon fly on ’em (fly!)
[Quavo] Don’t mind catch a body
[Quavo] Don’t mind catch a body
Like what it feels like
Mmm, Hold a body catch a body
[Verse 2: LIVVIA] When you whippin in the D’s like
[LIVVIA] Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Hey, don’t stop on em (no!)
Hit it with my eyes it’s an eyes low
[Intro: Quavo] Yeah, girl you look so good
Hold a body, catch a body
And your body say you feelin’ me
And I feel like I can taste ya
Ooh, Gimme type of really strong
So you know I brought some friends with me (yeah! yeah!)
Hold a body, catch a body
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
And she makin’ too much noise and the nights go, yeah
Ooh, I think it’s wrapped around my neck
I told her catch me outside, yeah
And your body say you feelin’ me
Catch a body, catch a body
It’s a vibe, yeah
Ima check it till you’re danger
Mmm, Hold a body catch a body
Hold a body, catch a body down
Hold a body, catch a body down
Killing me, Killing me
Come on take em on a ride, yeah (ride!)
It must come like damn I think of that
[Pre-Chorus: LIVVIA] The way you look is murder on my eyes
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
So you know I brought some friends with me
You look so good it’s, you look so good it’s (yeah!)
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me!

[Quavo & LIVVIA] Don’t mind catch a body
Take me so I’ll estrange it
Catch a body, catch a body

Hey baby let the bullets fly
[LIVVIA] Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
[Chorus] Hold a body, catch a body
It’s like a mount of tiny paper cuts
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Yeah, (hey!) fucks five on em
Ooh, boy you get the poise and I
Mmm, Hold a body catch a body
Like what it feels like (take it)
[Verse 1: LIVVIA] Boy you and I get the poise and I
And I came from the hood
And I came from the hood
Come and feel it you don’t need an alibi
[Quavo & LIVVIA] Yeah, girl you look so good
And I, I….
Watch me doin’ and keep doin’ it, nah nah
On a plane up in the skies, yeah
Boy you chop like ?
Hey, drop top on the droptop (hey!)
[Chorus] Hold a body, catch a body

You would think I call a body in a bando
[Pre-Chorus: LIVVIA] The way you look is murder on my eyes

Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) (feat. Chris Brown)

Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
I want it, I cop it

I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Every time Remy touch the city, stop it
They all on ya and they want you
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
You sit down you need an IV
Ass so soft because it’s not fake
Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes
You’re my pretty brown eyes
[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Saying what you wanna do
Is what I wanna do
You’re my pretty brown eyes
I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
Opened the door, then locked it
You know!
I know you the best for me, you a real winner
Is what I wanna do
They all on ya and they want you
Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’

Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga

Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Pretty brown eyes
Saying what you wanna do
Saying what you wanna do
Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight

I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
[Intro]
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
You know, you know that ill always be there for you
I know they need you in they life
I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me

They all on ya and they want you
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Well then jump off my dick
You’re my pretty brown eyes
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I see you, be on IG "I’m thick"
You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
You scared of heights (no?)
Is what I wanna do

Kylie Minogue – Dancing

I wanna go out dancing
I wanna go out, dancing

Everybody’s got a story
I wanna go out

And fireworks reflecting in your eyes

I won’t slow down
When you come knocking, I’ll be at your door
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
(I wanna go out dancing)
[Pre-Chorus]

I wanna go out dancing

[Post-Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]

I wanna go out
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
And when the final curtain falls, we could say we did it all
I won’t slow down

This is where I wanna be with you
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I don’t ever wanna stop
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing

[Chorus]
This is how I wanna feel
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Can’t stand still
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Your arms wrapped around me
I wanna go out dancing
(Can’t stand still)
Can’t stand still
I’m gonna give it all I’ve got
Getting down, riding all the highs
[Chorus]
(Won’t slow down)
No one wants to stay at home
[Verse 2]
I wanna go out, dancing
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
[Chorus]
I wanna go out
Let it be your blaze of glory
Can’t stand still
I won’t slow down
I wanna go out
The never ending of a perfect day
I wanna go out

When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
(I wanna go out dancing)
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Nobody wants to be alone
[Post-Chorus]
The wild kiss, the music reeling
[Pre-Chorus]
[Post-Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I wanna go out

Burning bright, never fade away
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And when they ask me, “who could ask for more?”
[Bridge]

Dreezy – 2nd To None (feat. 2 Chainz)

It ain’t no sleep until I impregnate my vault
Ain’t shit free, make him pay for it
I’m second to none
This shit got em’ shook, I ain’t even that close to reaching my peak
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
Then, I hung up on both of em’, then put my clothes on
In my mama’s house so big she went downstairs and got lost
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
Everywhere I go, they call it Jay, say I’m a fire hazard
King Tut with a robe on, Slick Rick with the gold on
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
I’m second to none
I don’t even think weed strong unless that I cough
You nothing
Full riders say good weed and enough food for a fat hoe
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
Now, they wondering how that rate going
Don’t let that nigga come around me
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
Yeah, I been rich, this act broke like I peep shit then I act slow
I’m next to a nun, she naked

Just point me to that bag, everybody wanna be famous
Looked in the mirror like, "You the only one that I trust"
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I like to wear my shirts with the fucking chains open
Say I’m a headache, but he just gon’ take a Tylenol
[Verse 1: Dreezy]
I’m second to none
Don’t get it twisted, might get yo’ shit split
No flex, pussy so good, he wanna dive in it, then backstroke
You nothing
I’m second to none
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
That’s somebody you trying to keep?
I’m second to none
Back on my trouble shit, yeah
I’m second to none

I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I got a sauce, he want to double dip, yeah
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
Secret society, all we got is us
I’m second to none
Pulled up in that four thing, but I ride a nigga like a stick shift
You nothing
I’m second to none
You nothing
Just a south bitch for a quick trip
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I want the money, fame, and the whips, and whatever come with it, yeah
I’m gone
I drunk so much pussy last night I got a hangover
I’m shit cause I ain’t never had no pot to piss in
I ain’t talking about no snitches when I say I’m with the teller
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
You nothing
Stepping on these bitches’ necks like I’m a chiropractor
I’m second to none
You nothing
Packing a vault
Big dreams to a little bitch
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

You nothing
I’m next to a nun, she naked
[Verse 3: Dreezy]
My drive ain’t with the shit, so I’m getting high as hell when it lift
Showtime bring the whole game through the back do’
I’m second to none

I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
My ex won’t let me go, call that nigga Cliff Hanging
I got all different kinds of minks, but I need that spot like I’m Krewella
I’m second to none
You nothing
And she ain’t even that cute, so I only look at her butt
You nothing

I posting bout’ no bitch, nah, we gon’ bring right on your street
I’m second to none
Like Wilt Chamberlain, every hit I drop a banger
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I’m taking blunts straight to the face, shit got me nodding off
Got a pretty pussy, put his face on it
You nothing
You nothing
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
Ready to rumble shit yeah
You nothing
Told shorty better hold on, then clicked over said hold on
Got some little titties, some big lips

You nothing
I’m second to none
But, I’m not nigga

I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I know I’m blessed cause I don’t believe in luck
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
Nah, I ain’t going, so fierce to takeover
I’m second to none
Dick crooked like a muthafuckin politician
You nothing
Niggas quick to go fake on you
I’m second to none
Too Short with the hoes on, old school had vogues on em’
I’m next to a nun, she naked
Beat a bitch, no makeover
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
You nothing
I post a pic and make him sick, got bitches logging off
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I’m finna level up on these bitches like fuck all that humble shit, yeah
I’m second to none
Kill a nigga song, he ain’t on it
You nothing
All my niggas with me dangerous and your sexy clip hanging
I’m second to none
Fencing dms and them tweets like when you coming back with that heat?
Swagging like I could play back-court for the Hawks
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
I ain’t tripping off no nigga bitch, nah, not at all
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]

Tyga – Dubai Trip

I’m saucing on everyone
Frames, Criss, into your mama

Pop shit yes, big balls
Fuck around and rob him with the wig
Take a trip and land in Dubai
I know, I know you want a better life
(?), we, fuckin, winning, Tyga, blood, dripping, dripping
Yellow diamonds on me, fuck the critics, ehh

My jeans they by Saint Lauren
Real bad bitch she’ll play, today

AMG coupe you know my nigga just got it
I see all these niggas tryna get some
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Comment on the boy like I’m Ben Wallace
Take a trip and land in Dubai
I give that (?)
We seen day and we seen stars
Tryna put all my niggas in them Benz Os
Gucci to my boot like a fucking big timer
Let’s take a trip to Dubai
Big up to niggas that be flossing

I’m gon land in Dubai
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
[Hook – Young Thug]

Big up, ayy
My son like Ferraris, we may got Ferraris, I threw him a party, 200
Don’t play yourself, we even ball off-season
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
[Outro – Young Thug]
So you know my mental got me (?)
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
And now these niggas wish they was the kid, ehh
Going brazy, Tasmanian

I run it up for a better life for my son
Yeah, we was on the plane so long
Before I die, wanna be like Money Maid
Mix kid, pop him with the cig
Had to cut some niggas off and niggas can’t believe it
Wassup with my lil boy they like (?)
Got my hair grey like my mental
So I filled the closet up with like (?)
Big up, big up to everybody balling
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Slurping sloppy toppy ‘front the kids
Take a trip and land in Dubai
This is just like, some YSL takeover typa shit, know what I’m saying?
Big up to everybody tryna fall in
Lens so long I see days in the stars
Got to peel the top that’s what I did
Bulletproof vest, got me shooting in designer
I bought some ice and fuck if imma ski
Tryna stack the money way taller than (?)
Big up, ayy
I run it up for a better life for my son
Big up to everybody tryna fall in
[Hook – Young Thug]
Take a trip and land in Dubai
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Stepping out the Jiggy G5
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Bitch I’m getting cheese like cottage, ayy
Take a trip and land in Dubai
My jeans they by Saint Lauren
I see all these bitches screaming "Get some!"
I took my homies to Dubai
I cost more than everyone
All facts
[Hook – Tyga]
I got money on my mental
Trade lives for my tie just to get away I, I
[Verse 1 – Young Thug]
[Intro – Young Thug]
I cost more than everyone

Take a trip and land in Dubai
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Bounce and make it wobble on the dick
Long as all the critics know I’m getting it

On God
When you the shit you just do shit on the floss
I used to live in the projects over (?)
Big ups
[Bridge – Young Thug]
Real bad bitch she’ll play, today
Diamonds on my neck, this cold
[Bridge – Tyga]
Chop the dope, got it snowing like Christmas
Get so high, she costs birds, she a Christian
I run it up for a better life for my son
Big up to niggas that be flossing
Going brazy, Tasmanian
I see the daytime in the stars
I really fucked the bitch, big D
I took my bae to Dubai
[Verse 2 – Tyga]
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Big up to everybody balling
Now all these bitches in my bed, ehh

I got diamonds everywhere on me too
I’m saucing on everyone
Going brazy, Tasmanian
Lens so long I see days in the stars
Check us out the foreign I went and on got it
Lens so long I see days in the stars

The Chainsmokers – Sick Boy

Feed yourself on my life’s work
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
I live on the West side of America
[Verse 2]
They say that I am the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
Yeah, they call me the sick boy
How many likes is my life worth?
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
I’m from the East side of America
Make no mistake, I live in a prison

How many likes is my life worth?
Where we desensitize by hysteria
I’m from the East side of America

And they call me the sick boy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, they call me the sick boy
How many likes is my life worth?
[Chorus]
How many likes is my life worth?
I’m from the East side of America
Where we’re united under our indifference
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
That I built myself, it is my religion
Where they spin lies into fairy dust
I live on the West side of America
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
[Chorus]
And don’t believe the narcissism
Where we choose pride over character
Feed yourself with my life’s work

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
Where they spin lies into fairy dust
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I live on the West side of America
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
I live on the West side of America
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
Where we’re united under our indifference
Feed yourself with my life’s work
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
And they say that I am the sick boy

[Bridge]
Don’t believe the narcissism
They say that I am the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
[Verse 2]

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is

Welcome to the narcissism
Feed yourself with my life’s work
They say that I am the sick boy
Welcome to the narcissism
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
And I’m from the East side of America

Dierks Bentley – Woman, Amen

[Verse 2]
She gives me faith
Cause that’s where her love gets in
I’ve been broken again and again

Thank God for this woman, Amen
Every night I should be on my knees
She gives me strength
[Chorus]
She gives me strength
Every twist every turn for the way you made sure
I know I was saved

She gives me hope
All my roads led to home
Forgiveness’ a sin in your undying love
Thank God for this woman, Amen

This world has a way of shaking your faith

Cause Lord knows how lucky I am

But I need all the cracks in my shattered heart
She gives me grace
Thanks for the moon and the stars up above
And thank God for this woman, Amen
Lord knows how lucky I am
[Chorus]
She gives me faith
So tonight I will fall down on my knees
Love without end

I’d lose my way and I’d lose my mind
I’m gonna shout at the top of my lungs
[Verse 1]
Thank God for this woman, Amen

She gives me hope
Every night I should be on my knees
Lord knows how lucky I am
If I faced one day on my own

She gives me love
I’ll never say near enough
I’ll never say near enough
Love without end
The night that she gave this drifter’s heart a home
She gives me love
[Bridge]
Thank God for this woman, Amen
Thank God for this woman, Amen
[Chorus]
She gives me grace

MoneyBagg Yo – Questions

Who you shop with?
Bullets with the blue tip will take off a nigga’s skin
who you not with? Who you rock with?
The fuck is you on?
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
I did, how you know that?
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me
What you spending? How much you got?
[Hook]
They tryna switch up on the story
They askin’ me 21 questions
They askin’ me 21 questions

Don’t worry ‘bout it Man how that shit happen?
All on Twitter doing the most
And niggas can’t tell me who to fuck with

They askin’ me, askin’ me
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
Fuck you mean is I’m tryna get on?
Cause I got this shit on my own
See real niggas link up and get some money
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
I did, how you know that?
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
I’ma shoot my thirty-two, that’s why my clip extend

Yeah, they tryna fuck me
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining while you was at home
I am Is you really breakin’ bread with your team?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
I been grindin’ Boy how you went got it?
How long you been rappin’?
Cause nigga I’m grown
[Verse 1]
They askin’ me, askin’ me
Prayin’, hope they get lucky
Same nigga talkin’, same nigga would’ve broke the pen
And I’m the type of nigga smack the shit out you
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
Hopin’ I crack
All that yelling in your rhymes make it hard to comprehend
Why you sing with Gotti, ain’t you the mob?
They tryna switch up on the story

[Hook]
They askin’ me, askin’ me
Sending shots through a post
Ain’t with the questions, you need to stop it
Bringing up old ass cases
You know you wrong
They showing me pictures of faces
[Hook]
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
Will take off a nigga’s head, I’m like fuck you and your man
Huh? Are you still trappin?
I am Is you really breakin’ bread with your team?
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Don’t worry ‘bout it Man how that shit happen?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
They askin’ me, askin’ me
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
What you tryna get on?
Same niggas act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Nah, I’ll never do that
I just got to ask this question, why you in your feelings though?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
Look I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
Huh? Are you still trappin?
Tryna make me write a statement

What you ridin’? how you livin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Asking questions, I ain’t with it
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
Or put one in your dome
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
How long you been rappin’?
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
What you doin’ it for the money or something?
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me 21 questions
Are you still trappin? Huh?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
Reading other niggas’ affidavits
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
They tryna switch up on the story
Mad ‘cause I got my ass in
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
Why you on social media actin’ like you do, but don’t want smoke?
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
I did, how you know that?
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me
How long you been rappin’?

I been had the streets in a headlock
[Verse 2]

O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

[Verse 2]
He a trusty, got his own broom

I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Drunk but I’m about to get high today

[Hook]
Took her to the store, left with a bag
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I done came a long way
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I got to fly today
We done came a long way, aye aye
Get to miles up, money pile up
[Hook]
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Track through the path

Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me

Why you wined up?
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
My lil nigga coming home soon
Thought it was luck, never gave up
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Stretch like a rag
My life good, so good
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
You remember we was locked up
Thank god so I pray
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
[Verse 1]
All these niggas stuck
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I’m too blessed to be stressed
[Hook]
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Pot on the stove
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
Whip through the class
I’m too blessed to be stressed

A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
For a couple kilos
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
Check it, check it, check it
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
We on a new level with the C-notes
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Turn the music back up
A$AP
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
T-Nice with me week to week though
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand

Pull up, pull up, pull up

My generation’s stuck on stupid
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Let’s go

Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
Turn the music back up
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
Turn the music back up
Turn the music back up
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
Turn the music back up
Pull up, pull up, pull up
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
all Mexican My demographic in L.A.

You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams
Check it, check it, check it
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Ferg, Ferg
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
What up, what up?
Check it, check it, check it
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it