[Tommy Parker]
Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads, Crossroads
Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads
Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads, Crossroads
Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads
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Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads, Crossroads
Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads, Crossroads
Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads, Crossroads
Welcome to The Crossroads, Crossroads, Crossroads
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Cordae - The Crossroads Album Lyrics
Cordae - The Crossroads Lyrics
(Featuring Anderson .Paak, Joey Badass, Jordan Ward, Juicy J, Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Ravyn Lenae, Ty Dolla Sign)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
06 Dreamin
Yeah, word
I got a story to tell
Yeah, ayy, check it
Ayo, ayo
My mom had once tried out for American Idol
I was eight years old, back home, feelin' entitled
Went to school the next day, eyes gleamin' with hope
Plottin' on the J's I'd get when she finally blows
Watchin' MTV Cribs, you know, the spin-off for kids
I just knew when she won, that's just how we would live
Grandma babysittin' us, paper plates in the kitchen
I was heartbroken when she didn't make the audition
Next mornin' filled with gloom, back to regular life
My dreams of bein' a rich kid would finally die
F*ck workin' hard, nigga, boy, I'm tryna be fly
Hand-me-downs from my cousin, these ain't even my size
F*ck writin' a verse with a sweet sixteen
I'm tryna be on MTV for my sweet sixteen
Rev. Run elder son got a Lambo for his
They makin' fun of my Shaqs, I can't handle this shit
Back to mom's dream-chasin'
I used to cry when she'd leave for the studio when we lived in East Aiken
Another demo that was shopped around and ain't make it
So then I started writin' in that basement, it went like
It went like
It went like
It went like
Yeah
Ayo, my mom had once tried out for Making The Band
She made it to the third episode, was takin' a stand
You know the season where Puff made 'em run six miles?
Now look what happened to Puff, crazy how it work out
It take me back to the days, I'm sittin' up on the couch
Still countin' my blessings, Uncle John watchin' Westerns
Headphones in, my pen game steadily progressin'
This lil' hobby of mine had turned into an obsession
Now, this is back in '06, now I'm back in '05
Mama had to choose between her dreams and keepin' a job
I said, "Mama, maybe you should make a dancin' song"
She said, "Son, that type of music don't last too long"
Dream deferred, meanwhile, my dreams is worse
Explicit bars, but I swore I wrote the cleanest verse
Fast-forward, I'm fifteen and got the biggest plans
I'll make it big since my mama didn't get the chance
Nigga, that's real
I got a story to tell
Yeah, ayy, check it
Ayo, ayo
My mom had once tried out for American Idol
I was eight years old, back home, feelin' entitled
Went to school the next day, eyes gleamin' with hope
Plottin' on the J's I'd get when she finally blows
Watchin' MTV Cribs, you know, the spin-off for kids
I just knew when she won, that's just how we would live
Grandma babysittin' us, paper plates in the kitchen
I was heartbroken when she didn't make the audition
Next mornin' filled with gloom, back to regular life
My dreams of bein' a rich kid would finally die
F*ck workin' hard, nigga, boy, I'm tryna be fly
Hand-me-downs from my cousin, these ain't even my size
F*ck writin' a verse with a sweet sixteen
I'm tryna be on MTV for my sweet sixteen
Rev. Run elder son got a Lambo for his
They makin' fun of my Shaqs, I can't handle this shit
Back to mom's dream-chasin'
I used to cry when she'd leave for the studio when we lived in East Aiken
Another demo that was shopped around and ain't make it
So then I started writin' in that basement, it went like
It went like
It went like
It went like
Yeah
Ayo, my mom had once tried out for Making The Band
She made it to the third episode, was takin' a stand
You know the season where Puff made 'em run six miles?
Now look what happened to Puff, crazy how it work out
It take me back to the days, I'm sittin' up on the couch
Still countin' my blessings, Uncle John watchin' Westerns
Headphones in, my pen game steadily progressin'
This lil' hobby of mine had turned into an obsession
Now, this is back in '06, now I'm back in '05
Mama had to choose between her dreams and keepin' a job
I said, "Mama, maybe you should make a dancin' song"
She said, "Son, that type of music don't last too long"
Dream deferred, meanwhile, my dreams is worse
Explicit bars, but I swore I wrote the cleanest verse
Fast-forward, I'm fifteen and got the biggest plans
I'll make it big since my mama didn't get the chance
Nigga, that's real
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Back on the Road
[ Featuring Lil Wayne ]
(Thank you, Jesus)
Listen
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes
These world is a motherf*cker
Filled with all type of bloodsuckers
Put that shit on my blood brother
Ain't no worst feelin' when you tryna run up a million
But they don't got no love for ya
Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost?
Man, this shit is so cutthroat (thank you, Jesus)
That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again
Never let niggas up close
So f*ck- and f*ck his mama too
This dedication, boy, I want the drama too
And I ain't gangster, dog,, but I'd grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue
Quick pause, but this music industry be f*ckin' niggas like a damn prostitute
F*ck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs only with the highest view
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes
I already told y'all, then I showed y'all
Blam-blam, then I drove off
Xans got me, bite the doors off
I ran out, I pop a Zoloft
If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off
If he holy, I'ma send his soul off (thank you, Jesus)
Trespass and I'ma cut his toes off
Much faster than I cut my hoes off
If he rat, then I'ma cut his tail off
I'm Hugh Heffner with my robe off
One mic, zero flaws
Spittin' 24 karat gold bars
To a gun fight, I bring a blow torch
Spendin' new money to fight a old charge
No such thing as no charge
Been high since the Cold War
I already told you like Cordae done told you
You think this a game, and I brought the controllers
Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda
I been drippin' so long, got water erosion
Heart of a solider
My nigga just had a daughter
I just went and bought her a stroller (thank you, Jesus)
My nigga just lost his father
I just went brought him my shoulder
And I'm gettin' smarter and older
Call Mr. Carter the Yoda
We do this all for the culture
I bought a house in Miami
F*ck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper, I bought it in Boca
And my nigga just lost his mama
Ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offered some closure
Then I pulled off in a Rover
I thought that I told ya, my nigga, the talkin' is over
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
They niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes
(Thank you, Jesus)
(Thank you, Jesus)
(We'll praise You forever)
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Summer Drop
When the summer dropped
When the summer dropped
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it plus hydraulics (When the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (Yeah, when the summer dropped)
I'm in my other drop, from beanies to buckets
A hundred bucks in my Polo socks
Remember when summer dropped, we was at Unclе's spot
Three niggas with nothin' to do but wrestle or slap box
Back when thе summer dropped, you would cut me from practice
By ninth grade, my three-sixty waves were splashin'
Savin' up the cash to get some FUBU, that's platinum
Fat boy with braces, A1's and glasses
When the summer dropped, I wanted to make beats and rap
My big brother said I need a MPC for that
Next summer, I was cookin' up an Easter batch
Egg salad sandwiches, I used to fiend for that (When the summer dropped)
I got cash, then blew it, then hopped back
Onto it, I guess I'm goin' overseas for that
[Anderson .Paak, Cordae & Both]
When the summer dropped
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it plus hydraulics (When the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (Uh, when the summer dropped)
I worked at the barbershop
I swept up the hair from under the chair, couldn't talk a lot (When the summer dropped)
I saved up the whole summer, that's how I got school clothes
I bought some Puma's and some fake chains, that was fools gold
My nigga, what you know about those hot summers? No air condition
My niggas got rare ambition, but pain impaired division (When the summer dropped)
I done lost so many homies, in summers I cherish livin'
Nobody care to listen, they suffer from their decision (When the summer dropped)
Never hit that 7/11 on Bennett Road
While wearin' them trendy clothes, stick-up niggas like "Give me those"
'Tis the season, they robbin' and schemin' to knock your block out
Just make sure you safe when it's hot out, nigga
When the summer dropped
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (When the summer dropped)
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it, plus hydraulics (When the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (When the summer dropped)
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
When the summer dropped
When the summer dropped
When the summer dropped
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it plus hydraulics (When the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (Yeah, when the summer dropped)
I'm in my other drop, from beanies to buckets
A hundred bucks in my Polo socks
Remember when summer dropped, we was at Unclе's spot
Three niggas with nothin' to do but wrestle or slap box
Back when thе summer dropped, you would cut me from practice
By ninth grade, my three-sixty waves were splashin'
Savin' up the cash to get some FUBU, that's platinum
Fat boy with braces, A1's and glasses
When the summer dropped, I wanted to make beats and rap
My big brother said I need a MPC for that
Next summer, I was cookin' up an Easter batch
Egg salad sandwiches, I used to fiend for that (When the summer dropped)
I got cash, then blew it, then hopped back
Onto it, I guess I'm goin' overseas for that
[Anderson .Paak, Cordae & Both]
When the summer dropped
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it plus hydraulics (When the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (Uh, when the summer dropped)
I worked at the barbershop
I swept up the hair from under the chair, couldn't talk a lot (When the summer dropped)
I saved up the whole summer, that's how I got school clothes
I bought some Puma's and some fake chains, that was fools gold
My nigga, what you know about those hot summers? No air condition
My niggas got rare ambition, but pain impaired division (When the summer dropped)
I done lost so many homies, in summers I cherish livin'
Nobody care to listen, they suffer from their decision (When the summer dropped)
Never hit that 7/11 on Bennett Road
While wearin' them trendy clothes, stick-up niggas like "Give me those"
'Tis the season, they robbin' and schemin' to knock your block out
Just make sure you safe when it's hot out, nigga
When the summer dropped
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (When the summer dropped)
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it, plus hydraulics (When the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no f*ckin' options (When the summer dropped)
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
When the summer dropped
When the summer dropped
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Nothings Promised
Yeah, uh, word
Uh, and I
Nah, what you heard?
Haven't heard much
Yeah, word, yeah
(Bongo, by the way)
Uh, yeah
Goin' through some tryin' times, I'm not the only one (Uh)
The road to success is a lonely one (Uh)
I used to have a best friend, he was a phony one (Phony)
I hate when niggas always actin' like you owe 'em somethin'
Fake friends, fake friends come a dime a dozen (Dozen)
And that applies for family too, they is not above it (Nah)
Too many snakes in the grass, need fertilizer (Yeah)
They want me back in the place I converted out of (Why?)
Uh, I don't know what else to do now
I'm on this crossroads in my life
They say regret come at you like a thief in the night
The circle smaller than an atom, dog, I'm keepin' it tight
'Cause that's my only option (Option)
I could use some motivation, call Tony Robbins (Call Tony)
Just bought a crib I can't afford around Coney Island (Ha)
We gon' make it, nigga, huh, I ain't worried
Runnin' at my own pace, I ain't in a hurry
Uh, pray for love, huh, pray for peace (Pray)
Pray for Jeffery Williams, nigga, pray for me (Uh)
Try to listen what I'm sayin', nigga, take a seat (Real)
In the middle of my chest, there's a vacancy (Uh)
Where will I be in ten years? Just wait and see (Wait)
And if push come to shove, will you wait for me? (Will you wait for me?)
Will you still be there if I take a wrong turn? (Will you?)
Just love yourself, these are lessons that were hard-earned
And I heard 'em say, huh
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today, yeah
And I heard 'em say, I heard 'em say
Uh, I heard 'em say
That nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today
And all you gotta do is fly away
And hope tomorrow's a brighter day
Y'all don't understand how crazy it get
From this life thing, I done seen the craziest shit
I'm still a baby, but I'm finna have a baby and shit
I thank God my baby mother ain't crazy as shit
Least for the time bein' (Huh)
Wide awake durin' the day, but my mind dreamin' (Mind dreamin')
You gettin' money, split the pie, we divide even, uh (Divide even)
I need some good news to get my mood lifted (Uh)
Niggas dyin' left and right, you gotta move different
But when I'm paranoid, my niggas be like, "You trippin'" (Trippin')
Thanksgiving, volunteerin' at the food kitchen (Kitchen)
Huh, some only do it for the good karma (Karma)
Finna grow my own food, I'm the hood farmer (Yeah)
Get money, spread love, that's my whole mantra (Mantra)
You gotta choose your goals before them goals haunt you (They will)
My trust issues done turned me to a whole monster
Huh, and I don't know what else to say, like, yeah
I heard 'em say, huh
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today, yeah
And I heard 'em say, I heard 'em say
Uh, I heard 'em say
That nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today
And all you gotta do is fly away
And hope tomorrow's a brighter day
Oh Lord
I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today
And all you gotta do is fly away, fly away
Oh, fly away
Don't you fly away
Don't you fly away, fly away, yeah
Uh, and I
Nah, what you heard?
Haven't heard much
Yeah, word, yeah
(Bongo, by the way)
Uh, yeah
Goin' through some tryin' times, I'm not the only one (Uh)
The road to success is a lonely one (Uh)
I used to have a best friend, he was a phony one (Phony)
I hate when niggas always actin' like you owe 'em somethin'
Fake friends, fake friends come a dime a dozen (Dozen)
And that applies for family too, they is not above it (Nah)
Too many snakes in the grass, need fertilizer (Yeah)
They want me back in the place I converted out of (Why?)
Uh, I don't know what else to do now
I'm on this crossroads in my life
They say regret come at you like a thief in the night
The circle smaller than an atom, dog, I'm keepin' it tight
'Cause that's my only option (Option)
I could use some motivation, call Tony Robbins (Call Tony)
Just bought a crib I can't afford around Coney Island (Ha)
We gon' make it, nigga, huh, I ain't worried
Runnin' at my own pace, I ain't in a hurry
Uh, pray for love, huh, pray for peace (Pray)
Pray for Jeffery Williams, nigga, pray for me (Uh)
Try to listen what I'm sayin', nigga, take a seat (Real)
In the middle of my chest, there's a vacancy (Uh)
Where will I be in ten years? Just wait and see (Wait)
And if push come to shove, will you wait for me? (Will you wait for me?)
Will you still be there if I take a wrong turn? (Will you?)
Just love yourself, these are lessons that were hard-earned
And I heard 'em say, huh
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today, yeah
And I heard 'em say, I heard 'em say
Uh, I heard 'em say
That nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today
And all you gotta do is fly away
And hope tomorrow's a brighter day
Y'all don't understand how crazy it get
From this life thing, I done seen the craziest shit
I'm still a baby, but I'm finna have a baby and shit
I thank God my baby mother ain't crazy as shit
Least for the time bein' (Huh)
Wide awake durin' the day, but my mind dreamin' (Mind dreamin')
You gettin' money, split the pie, we divide even, uh (Divide even)
I need some good news to get my mood lifted (Uh)
Niggas dyin' left and right, you gotta move different
But when I'm paranoid, my niggas be like, "You trippin'" (Trippin')
Thanksgiving, volunteerin' at the food kitchen (Kitchen)
Huh, some only do it for the good karma (Karma)
Finna grow my own food, I'm the hood farmer (Yeah)
Get money, spread love, that's my whole mantra (Mantra)
You gotta choose your goals before them goals haunt you (They will)
My trust issues done turned me to a whole monster
Huh, and I don't know what else to say, like, yeah
I heard 'em say, huh
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today, yeah
And I heard 'em say, I heard 'em say
Uh, I heard 'em say
That nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today
And all you gotta do is fly away
And hope tomorrow's a brighter day
Oh Lord
I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today
And all you gotta do is fly away, fly away
Oh, fly away
Don't you fly away
Don't you fly away, fly away, yeah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Mad as Fuck
Pff-ha, pff-ha, pff-ha, pff-ha
Ayy, y'all got me mad as f*ck
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up
Uh, say you love me (Woo), where my name? Go and tat me up
You won't see me drivin' my new whip because it's matted up
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as f*ck
New Ferrari, nine hundred horsepower (Ooh), saddle up
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't f*ck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up
Black diamonds on me, man, these shits straight out of Africa
Yeah, I keep a count, count, count, you think I'm Dracula
That thirty quick to flip a nigga patty like a spatula (Ha)
Bougie shawty, said she love my Maryland vernacular
My nigga keep the Uzi like JT, it get to actin' up (Baow)
Bought my mom a Bimmer, yeah, shе used to whip that Acura truck (Skrrt)
Had to get a new crib 'causе my old crib was inadequate (For real)
Suitland Station, where a young nigga had to catch the bus (On God)
We asked all the bitches who the hottest, they all said it's us
Yeah, ayy, coupe cost a cool quarter mil' (Let's go)
My Lamborghini color orange teal
New crib paid by the touring deal (Let's go)
Took your dream girl on a f*ckin' date, I still show up late like Lauryn Hill (Ah)
Then I hit it good in my penthouse, told her, "Get out," like Jordan Peele
My goodness, my God (Woo), my life no facade
Six-car garage, Bentley, I drive (Skrrt)
Big check on big check, split that with the guys
Halle Berry my vibe, but this bitch got me tired
Ayy, y'all got me mad as f*ck (Woo)
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up (On God)
Uh, say you love me (Woo), where my name? Go and tat me up (Woo)
You won't see me drivin' my new whip because it's matted up (Skrrt)
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as f*ck (Okay)
New Ferrari, nine hundred horsepower (Ooh), saddle up (Let's go)
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't f*ck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up (F*ck 'em)
Black diamonds on me, man, these shits straight out of— (Uh)
Anyways, tryna stack these M's, I'm on a renegade (Woo)
Bitch, I be in Cali like Don T, come sip this lemonade (Let's go)
Niggas at your crib with all them tools, ain't there to renovate
I just pray that the Lord forgive me for my sinnin' ways
Ten bands on me, that ain't shit, we blew it yesterday (Okay)
Forty bands on lawyers 'cause Lil' Mir Mir might just catch a case (Okay)
F*ck 12 'cause they never cared about us anyways (Okay)
I just sold the Benzo, stackin' up just for my next estate (Okay)
Ayy, ayy, all of my niggas be stackin' that bread and we flip it and triple, it come in abundance
Back in the day, I would manifest using the ones, but now we be countin' blue hundreds (Let's go)
When I got money, I put my brother on them bucks, nigga, I'm feelin' like Giannis (Okay)
And my young nigga stay with the motherf*ckin' Drac' just like Adonis (Brrt)
I don't f*ck with these rap niggas, I think all y'all some hoes (Huh)
Feel like crashin' out like K. Dot if a nigga impose (What's good?)
Tryna steal all the sauce, nigga, tryna take a young nigga flows (Huh?)
Why you mad? I don't f*ckin' know
Ayy, y'all got me mad as f*ck (Woo)
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up (On God)
Uh, say you love me (Woo), where my name? Go and tat me up (Woo)
You won't see me drivin' my new whip because it's matted up (Skrrt)
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as f*ck (Okay)
New Ferrari, nine hundred horsepower (Ooh), saddle up (Let's go)
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't f*ck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up (F*ck 'em)
Black diamonds on me, man, these shits straight out of—
Ayy, y'all got me mad as f*ck
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up
Uh, say you love me (Woo), where my name? Go and tat me up
You won't see me drivin' my new whip because it's matted up
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as f*ck
New Ferrari, nine hundred horsepower (Ooh), saddle up
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't f*ck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up
Black diamonds on me, man, these shits straight out of Africa
Yeah, I keep a count, count, count, you think I'm Dracula
That thirty quick to flip a nigga patty like a spatula (Ha)
Bougie shawty, said she love my Maryland vernacular
My nigga keep the Uzi like JT, it get to actin' up (Baow)
Bought my mom a Bimmer, yeah, shе used to whip that Acura truck (Skrrt)
Had to get a new crib 'causе my old crib was inadequate (For real)
Suitland Station, where a young nigga had to catch the bus (On God)
We asked all the bitches who the hottest, they all said it's us
Yeah, ayy, coupe cost a cool quarter mil' (Let's go)
My Lamborghini color orange teal
New crib paid by the touring deal (Let's go)
Took your dream girl on a f*ckin' date, I still show up late like Lauryn Hill (Ah)
Then I hit it good in my penthouse, told her, "Get out," like Jordan Peele
My goodness, my God (Woo), my life no facade
Six-car garage, Bentley, I drive (Skrrt)
Big check on big check, split that with the guys
Halle Berry my vibe, but this bitch got me tired
Ayy, y'all got me mad as f*ck (Woo)
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up (On God)
Uh, say you love me (Woo), where my name? Go and tat me up (Woo)
You won't see me drivin' my new whip because it's matted up (Skrrt)
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as f*ck (Okay)
New Ferrari, nine hundred horsepower (Ooh), saddle up (Let's go)
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't f*ck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up (F*ck 'em)
Black diamonds on me, man, these shits straight out of— (Uh)
Anyways, tryna stack these M's, I'm on a renegade (Woo)
Bitch, I be in Cali like Don T, come sip this lemonade (Let's go)
Niggas at your crib with all them tools, ain't there to renovate
I just pray that the Lord forgive me for my sinnin' ways
Ten bands on me, that ain't shit, we blew it yesterday (Okay)
Forty bands on lawyers 'cause Lil' Mir Mir might just catch a case (Okay)
F*ck 12 'cause they never cared about us anyways (Okay)
I just sold the Benzo, stackin' up just for my next estate (Okay)
Ayy, ayy, all of my niggas be stackin' that bread and we flip it and triple, it come in abundance
Back in the day, I would manifest using the ones, but now we be countin' blue hundreds (Let's go)
When I got money, I put my brother on them bucks, nigga, I'm feelin' like Giannis (Okay)
And my young nigga stay with the motherf*ckin' Drac' just like Adonis (Brrt)
I don't f*ck with these rap niggas, I think all y'all some hoes (Huh)
Feel like crashin' out like K. Dot if a nigga impose (What's good?)
Tryna steal all the sauce, nigga, tryna take a young nigga flows (Huh?)
Why you mad? I don't f*ckin' know
Ayy, y'all got me mad as f*ck (Woo)
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up (On God)
Uh, say you love me (Woo), where my name? Go and tat me up (Woo)
You won't see me drivin' my new whip because it's matted up (Skrrt)
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as f*ck (Okay)
New Ferrari, nine hundred horsepower (Ooh), saddle up (Let's go)
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't f*ck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up (F*ck 'em)
Black diamonds on me, man, these shits straight out of—
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
All Alone
There is not a house
And a house is not a home, when-
There is not a house
And a house is not a home, when-
And a house is not a home, when- (woo, woo)
And a house is not a home, when- (woo, woo)
And a house is not a home, when-
There's no one there
Uh, what's a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion?
With a kitchen still gettin' expanded
But you walk in the front door and (there's no one there)
And what's the point of a brand new ride?
You by yourself on a five-hour drive and look (there's no one there)
When you're filled with so much pride
And take a deep look at yourself inside, you'll see (there's no one there)
When everybody's callin' your phone
Yet somehow, I couldn't feel more alone (ayy), 'cause-
Loneliness is an illusion, I'm self-sufficient
Some only say I look out for my self-interest
I think my girl might be finally right, 'cause I'm self-centered
I made a million all by myself, I'm a self winner (I'm rich)
I'ma go and treat myself, buy myself dinner
I call that a hell date
They say overindulgence's a form of self-hate
But nigga, I branded myself, I got myself paid
Bought my first crib by myself, but (there's no one there)
What's a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion?
With a kitchen still gettin' expanded
But (there's no one there)
And what's the point of a brand new ride?
You by yourself on a five hour drive and look (there's no one there)
When you're filled with so much pride
And take a deep look at yourself inside, you'll see (there's no one there)
Uh, when everybody's callin' your phone
Yet somehow, I couldn't feel more alone, 'cause-
There is not a house
And a house is not a home, when-
There is not a house
And a house is not a home, when-
And a house is not a home, when-
There is not a house
And a house is not a home, when-
And a house is not a home, when- (woo, woo)
And a house is not a home, when- (woo, woo)
And a house is not a home, when-
There's no one there
Uh, what's a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion?
With a kitchen still gettin' expanded
But you walk in the front door and (there's no one there)
And what's the point of a brand new ride?
You by yourself on a five-hour drive and look (there's no one there)
When you're filled with so much pride
And take a deep look at yourself inside, you'll see (there's no one there)
When everybody's callin' your phone
Yet somehow, I couldn't feel more alone (ayy), 'cause-
Loneliness is an illusion, I'm self-sufficient
Some only say I look out for my self-interest
I think my girl might be finally right, 'cause I'm self-centered
I made a million all by myself, I'm a self winner (I'm rich)
I'ma go and treat myself, buy myself dinner
I call that a hell date
They say overindulgence's a form of self-hate
But nigga, I branded myself, I got myself paid
Bought my first crib by myself, but (there's no one there)
What's a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion?
With a kitchen still gettin' expanded
But (there's no one there)
And what's the point of a brand new ride?
You by yourself on a five hour drive and look (there's no one there)
When you're filled with so much pride
And take a deep look at yourself inside, you'll see (there's no one there)
Uh, when everybody's callin' your phone
Yet somehow, I couldn't feel more alone, 'cause-
There is not a house
And a house is not a home, when-
There is not a house
And a house is not a home, when-
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Darian Garcia, ILLUID HALLER, Itai Shapira, Mesa D, Zadra, Angwang Jin, Shaan Singh, Ayanna McNeil, Nili Harary, Success Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Never See It
Who'd ever think (Who'd ever think)
That I'd be loving you now? (I'd be loving you now?)
Who'd ever think (Who'd ever think)
But I do, somehow, alright
Pimp shit (All the, all the)
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
Ayy, you ain't see a nigga takin' risks
You ain't see a nigga takin' chances (For real)
You ain't see a nigga being f*cked up so bad that you can't stand (Nah)
You ain't see a nigga workin' Fridays, every day servin' Jack Daniels (Woo)
You ain't see a nigga blowin' through his whole recordin' budget, signed to Atlantic
Now you see us at the Ritz-Carlton (They do), now you see us at the Four Seasons (Woo)
Now you see us in the Ma Dukes, quick fifty-piece just for no reason
Ridin' 'round with the top down in the Lambo' when it's cold, freezin'
But I don't even give no f*cks 'cause a new pool get so heated
You might see a nigga stressin' 'bout blessings, I definitely prayed for
A paradox, need I say more?
You might see me on the road, the which is currently in phase four
She suck the dick like I pay for it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
Ayy, nigga, where the f*ck you goin'? You don't even know where you been (Nah)
You don't know the roads that we traveled, you ain't know the blocks that we spinned
You don't know that kids that was killed (For real), you don't know the blood that was spilled
You don't know the mamas that was cryin', but I know these rap niggas lyin' (I do)
There be some rap niggas dyin', but I was thinkin' 'bout my nigga Juice
And all the days we was rhymin', as I read for my daughter bedtime
Got some niggas doin' fed time, for aimin' at shit at your hairline
And they callin' on me for bail bond, I ain't never had to start a telethon
Yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
You'll never see me in interviews being inauthentic
You'll never see me in whips that's rented, the windows tinted
You'll never see me out partyin' with the Michael Rubins
You'll never see me go out sad for a bitch that's choosey
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
People would say, "Girl, girl, girl
Why do you take that from him?"
This is my answer
They just don't understand
But I've been in love for so long
And it's strong, ooh, yeah
That I'd be loving you now? (I'd be loving you now?)
Who'd ever think (Who'd ever think)
But I do, somehow, alright
Pimp shit (All the, all the)
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
Ayy, you ain't see a nigga takin' risks
You ain't see a nigga takin' chances (For real)
You ain't see a nigga being f*cked up so bad that you can't stand (Nah)
You ain't see a nigga workin' Fridays, every day servin' Jack Daniels (Woo)
You ain't see a nigga blowin' through his whole recordin' budget, signed to Atlantic
Now you see us at the Ritz-Carlton (They do), now you see us at the Four Seasons (Woo)
Now you see us in the Ma Dukes, quick fifty-piece just for no reason
Ridin' 'round with the top down in the Lambo' when it's cold, freezin'
But I don't even give no f*cks 'cause a new pool get so heated
You might see a nigga stressin' 'bout blessings, I definitely prayed for
A paradox, need I say more?
You might see me on the road, the which is currently in phase four
She suck the dick like I pay for it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
Ayy, nigga, where the f*ck you goin'? You don't even know where you been (Nah)
You don't know the roads that we traveled, you ain't know the blocks that we spinned
You don't know that kids that was killed (For real), you don't know the blood that was spilled
You don't know the mamas that was cryin', but I know these rap niggas lyin' (I do)
There be some rap niggas dyin', but I was thinkin' 'bout my nigga Juice
And all the days we was rhymin', as I read for my daughter bedtime
Got some niggas doin' fed time, for aimin' at shit at your hairline
And they callin' on me for bail bond, I ain't never had to start a telethon
Yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
You'll never see me in interviews being inauthentic
You'll never see me in whips that's rented, the windows tinted
You'll never see me out partyin' with the Michael Rubins
You'll never see me go out sad for a bitch that's choosey
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
The way she put it in her throat, you would never see it
Wait for the day that I go broke, you will never see it
Can't go out sad like a ho, you would never see it
Bitch, where my change from the store? You would never see it
People would say, "Girl, girl, girl
Why do you take that from him?"
This is my answer
They just don't understand
But I've been in love for so long
And it's strong, ooh, yeah
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Pray
[Ty Dolla $ign]
When the money goes
Will you stick around? I might never know
I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows
Even with the pain, never sell my soul (Yeah)
When the money's gone
You can see the snakes when the grass low
All eyes peeled on that back door
Woah, we might never know
[Ty Dolla $ign]
What goes up must come down
'Til we come back around
Will my feet touch the ground?
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we nеver know (Woah)
Pray we nevеr know (Woah)
Pray we never know
[Cordae]
What goes up, comes down, ask around
'Til the fat lady sings, that's the sound
Everything fake, but her soul natural
We used to get high, but you high fashion now
I see your new nigga think he high profile
A ball player, but the way you did me so foul
But I still get giddy inside from your smile
Maybe you can f*ck with a nigga, it's been a while
And I can still see that ass from a mile away
To be specific, I'd hit it in the Palisades
Savin' up all the funds I used to allocate
Then I'd send the Cash App to make you celebrate
[Cordae]
And I can still see that ass from a mile away
I can still see that ass from a mile away
Hate the way your sister act, oh, happy day
Birdman, hand rub, let you fly away
[Ty Dolla $ign]
Woah, when the money goes
Will you stick around? I might never know
I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows
Even with the pain, never sell my soul
Woah (Yeah), when the money's gone
You can see the snakes when the grass low
All eyes peeled on that back door
Woah, we might never know
[Ty Dolla $ign & Cordae]
What goes up must come down
'Til we come back around
Will my feet touch the ground?
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah, yeah, ayy)
Pray we never know (Yeah)
[Cordae]
I pray you never find out the shit I did to ya
I pray that you know I'm always here for ya
I dry your tears for ya, private Lears for ya
Put a smile on your face, new veneers for ya
Sold my catalog to take care of the kids for ya
I only gave you real love, now you want real lawyers
Guess my only real fault is that I'm real loyal
Built you a real house on this real soil
Started off so good, now we on bad terms
All the money we wasted and all the cash burned
Don't worry, my problems none of your concern
Grandma used to always tell me that you live and learn
[Cordae]
And I can still see that ass from a mile away
I can still see that ass from a mile away
Hate the way your sister act, oh, happy day
Birdman, hand rub, let you fly away
[Ty Dolla $ign]
When the money goes
Will you stick around? I might never know
I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows
Even with the pain, never sell my soul
Woah, when the money's gone
You can see the snakes when the grass low
All eyes peeled on that back door
Woah, we might never know
[Ty Dolla $ign]
What goes up must come down
'Til we come back around
Will my feet touch the ground?
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know
When the money goes
Will you stick around? I might never know
I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows
Even with the pain, never sell my soul (Yeah)
When the money's gone
You can see the snakes when the grass low
All eyes peeled on that back door
Woah, we might never know
[Ty Dolla $ign]
What goes up must come down
'Til we come back around
Will my feet touch the ground?
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we nеver know (Woah)
Pray we nevеr know (Woah)
Pray we never know
[Cordae]
What goes up, comes down, ask around
'Til the fat lady sings, that's the sound
Everything fake, but her soul natural
We used to get high, but you high fashion now
I see your new nigga think he high profile
A ball player, but the way you did me so foul
But I still get giddy inside from your smile
Maybe you can f*ck with a nigga, it's been a while
And I can still see that ass from a mile away
To be specific, I'd hit it in the Palisades
Savin' up all the funds I used to allocate
Then I'd send the Cash App to make you celebrate
[Cordae]
And I can still see that ass from a mile away
I can still see that ass from a mile away
Hate the way your sister act, oh, happy day
Birdman, hand rub, let you fly away
[Ty Dolla $ign]
Woah, when the money goes
Will you stick around? I might never know
I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows
Even with the pain, never sell my soul
Woah (Yeah), when the money's gone
You can see the snakes when the grass low
All eyes peeled on that back door
Woah, we might never know
[Ty Dolla $ign & Cordae]
What goes up must come down
'Til we come back around
Will my feet touch the ground?
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah, yeah, ayy)
Pray we never know (Yeah)
[Cordae]
I pray you never find out the shit I did to ya
I pray that you know I'm always here for ya
I dry your tears for ya, private Lears for ya
Put a smile on your face, new veneers for ya
Sold my catalog to take care of the kids for ya
I only gave you real love, now you want real lawyers
Guess my only real fault is that I'm real loyal
Built you a real house on this real soil
Started off so good, now we on bad terms
All the money we wasted and all the cash burned
Don't worry, my problems none of your concern
Grandma used to always tell me that you live and learn
[Cordae]
And I can still see that ass from a mile away
I can still see that ass from a mile away
Hate the way your sister act, oh, happy day
Birdman, hand rub, let you fly away
[Ty Dolla $ign]
When the money goes
Will you stick around? I might never know
I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows
Even with the pain, never sell my soul
Woah, when the money's gone
You can see the snakes when the grass low
All eyes peeled on that back door
Woah, we might never know
[Ty Dolla $ign]
What goes up must come down
'Til we come back around
Will my feet touch the ground?
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know (Woah)
Pray we never know
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Don't Walk Away
[Jordan Ward]
Woke up this mornin' feelin' like the man
I can only try my best, but I do what I can
Your love is all I need, just give me a chance
We'll be all we can be, but for now, let's dance
[Jordan Ward & Cordae]
So I told her, "Don't walk away from me" (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Please don't walk away from me (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Just don't walk away from me (Walkin' away, walkin' away)
'Cause I would hate to see ('Cause I would hate to see, baby, cool, yeah, uh)
[Cordae]
As she walked away, I smelled her fragrance
It still lingers amongst the pillows, the satin sheets are stained with her scent
This love game that we playin', man, it's dangerous as shit
Homе alone watchin' cartoons, it's lame as a bitch
But as my favorite еpisode comes on and my food arrive
Got no time to be playin' dead games, I'm too alive
My Lamborghini doors are suicide, bitch, you decide
The media try to crucify, know I still survive
I rise like Maya Angelou
She took me back so quick, amazin' what them bands'll do
You want a man that know how to handle you, understandable
I cheated and you called me an animal
Feelin' caged in, she went gay then
Don't f*ck with niggas, Ronald Reagan, can I get an amen? Huh (Amen)
So take me back please
I'll take you out to BOA, but damn, you love some Zaxby's
And shout out Max B, we real wavy, you drive me real crazy
[Jordan Ward]
So I told her, "Don't walk away from me" (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Please don't walk away from me (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Just don't walk away from me (Walkin' away, walkin' away)
'Cause I would hate to see ('Cause I would hate to see, baby)
[Ravyn Lenae]
Pick me like a peach from Georgia
Love me like your favorite baller
We can love together stronger, yeah
Tell me, how do I just trust ya?
Will we mix like oil and water?
Could be everything I imagined
Available, inseparable (Na-na-na-na-na)
But when you touch me like that (Like that)
Time freeze, I seem to forget (Forget)
Every lie, can we go back
To the first dance? Let's just pretend
I don't want nobody else
With you, I feel myself
So come over
I don't wanna waste the time
[Jordan Ward, Jordan Ward & Ravyn Lenae]
So I told her, "Don't walk away from me" (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Please don't walk away from me (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Just don't walk away from me (Walkin' away, walkin' away)
'Cause I would hate to see ('Cause I would hate to see, baby)
Woke up this mornin' feelin' like the man
I can only try my best, but I do what I can
Your love is all I need, just give me a chance
We'll be all we can be, but for now, let's dance
[Jordan Ward & Cordae]
So I told her, "Don't walk away from me" (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Please don't walk away from me (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Just don't walk away from me (Walkin' away, walkin' away)
'Cause I would hate to see ('Cause I would hate to see, baby, cool, yeah, uh)
[Cordae]
As she walked away, I smelled her fragrance
It still lingers amongst the pillows, the satin sheets are stained with her scent
This love game that we playin', man, it's dangerous as shit
Homе alone watchin' cartoons, it's lame as a bitch
But as my favorite еpisode comes on and my food arrive
Got no time to be playin' dead games, I'm too alive
My Lamborghini doors are suicide, bitch, you decide
The media try to crucify, know I still survive
I rise like Maya Angelou
She took me back so quick, amazin' what them bands'll do
You want a man that know how to handle you, understandable
I cheated and you called me an animal
Feelin' caged in, she went gay then
Don't f*ck with niggas, Ronald Reagan, can I get an amen? Huh (Amen)
So take me back please
I'll take you out to BOA, but damn, you love some Zaxby's
And shout out Max B, we real wavy, you drive me real crazy
[Jordan Ward]
So I told her, "Don't walk away from me" (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Please don't walk away from me (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Just don't walk away from me (Walkin' away, walkin' away)
'Cause I would hate to see ('Cause I would hate to see, baby)
[Ravyn Lenae]
Pick me like a peach from Georgia
Love me like your favorite baller
We can love together stronger, yeah
Tell me, how do I just trust ya?
Will we mix like oil and water?
Could be everything I imagined
Available, inseparable (Na-na-na-na-na)
But when you touch me like that (Like that)
Time freeze, I seem to forget (Forget)
Every lie, can we go back
To the first dance? Let's just pretend
I don't want nobody else
With you, I feel myself
So come over
I don't wanna waste the time
[Jordan Ward, Jordan Ward & Ravyn Lenae]
So I told her, "Don't walk away from me" (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Please don't walk away from me (Keep walkin' away, keep walkin' away)
Just don't walk away from me (Walkin' away, walkin' away)
'Cause I would hate to see ('Cause I would hate to see, baby)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Saturday Mornings
[ Featuring Lil Wayne ]
Yeah, ayy
Uh-uh, yeah
Lord
Ayy
Yeah
I'm dealing with a lot of problems, don't know if y'all can relate
Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate
And I can really use a stress reliever
'Cause where I'm from, they catchin' bullets like the best receivers
The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber
The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears
Like the Nile, I can flow for years
I really got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears
Rap niggas lying through their teeth though, these are not veneers
Skipping through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears
I conquer fears, running up them M's and dry my momma tears
I love Jim Carrey, but don't f*ck with yes-men
I need honest ears when in the studio
Turned down a movie role to finish the album
I pray the outcome is good
Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took a nigga out of the hood
Carrying water, chopping the wood
But you gon' always have motion if the product is good
Lord knows it's crazy how I can just text HOV
And run plays on the weekend, it's more than just XO's
When I dropped my first album, I was nervous, my chest froze
Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row
Bought a new f*ckin' crib but that shit is an escrow
Got my credit score low as my self-esteem but I grow
It's a yellow beam when I glow
I have mellow dreams when I smoke
To my fellow kings, keep the hope
I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning
Acting wild like a Black & Mild, we smoke the opponent
I prayed and hoped for this moment and if I post it, I own it
No cap for me, we get money like athletes
Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more of a match for me
If we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry
Boy, I got this down to a science, I promise you I ain't lying
Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough
Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro send 'em to Fairy World
Never wore a jerry curl like Mike Jack in the 80's
I might crash the Mercedes
My life flashed from a baby
I reminisce on the daily
My penmanship what ya pay me
It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy
Time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last
New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash
The competition, damn, we way past
I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh
Just let it breathe
Let it breathe
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Yeah, let it breathe
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Just let it breathe
Uh
I need more real love and less fake laughs
I wear this mean mug like a facemask
She give me real love with that fake ass
It fit me like a glove, OJ hands
I'ma need a little love from your hatin' ass
Real love, real love, Mary J. playin'
Need less yes-men and more amens
I'ma need more real prayers and less prayin' hands
I'm smoking straight gas, no brake pads
You smoking Bubba Dub, nigga, straight trash
I get more camel toe than them Arabs
She deep throat the whole dick but couldn't take half
I take a nigga life before he take the stand
Take some drugs and take off, take some when I land
You standing on business, I'm a business man
I'm a goat, nigga, you a sacrificial lamb
You a teddy bear, nigga, you a Teddy Graham
You sweet as jelly-jam, honey glazed deli ham
Bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam
I got a heavy hand, but hold it like a steady cam
Am I talking to the Martians when I pray, man?
I need to know is there a heaven or just Space Jam?
And it's Saturday morning everyday, man
Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man
Why they playing?
Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland
And if it ain't a red flag then there's a red flag
And if it ain't Mula Baby then I ain't the dad
I need my head scanned
Yeah, I need more hard drugs, less annoying plugs
I need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds
Blunted like a rocket ship, yeah, we going up
Coffee in a styrofoam cup
Good morning, it's Saturday
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Dwayne Carter, Darian Garcia, Jahmal Gwin, Nicholas Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Bad News
[Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today, no bad news today
No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today
No news today, no bad news today
Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
[Cordae]
I got a call from my nigga Maco doin' a bid
Thirty years, but still the same nigga I knew as a kid
Put a smile on his face to see me doin' my shit
I asked did he have commissary and he said, "This shit lit"
And his mom just graduated, she just got her degree
And on the phone, I hear his glee, he 'bout as proud as can be
We spent an hour reminiscin' how he was wild in in the street
But by his attitude, you'd think he's gettin' out in a week
He told me—
[Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today, no bad news today
No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today
No news today, no bad nеws today
Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
[Cordae]
Ayy, runnin' thе road, that's bad news, gang-affiliated tattoos
Stakes is high like Wagyu, but shit, who asked you?
Top down in a Jag' coupe
Them boys really from the concrete, they'll make your wig split like a rap group
Okay now, got bread, so I'm stayin' out the way now
First class from the Greyhound, you should've stayed down
Plain janes, no more bustdowns
Bro just came home from a touchdown
I told him, "Don't look back or f*ck 'round"
He never listened, say you on demon time, this the exorcism
Bro coppin' lows, just off my name, they throw some extras in it
So much money pile in my account, it's earnin' that percentage
My daughter's the heiress princess, I took her to Paris, Venice
Her closet embarrass bitches, Chanel diaper bag
F*ck it, I don't like to brag, she fly just like her dad
Humble just like her mom, I sit back and write my rhymes
Think about this life of mine while listenin' to Life and Times
[Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today, no bad news today
No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today
No news today, no bad news today
Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
No news today, no bad news today
No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today
No news today, no bad news today
Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
[Cordae]
I got a call from my nigga Maco doin' a bid
Thirty years, but still the same nigga I knew as a kid
Put a smile on his face to see me doin' my shit
I asked did he have commissary and he said, "This shit lit"
And his mom just graduated, she just got her degree
And on the phone, I hear his glee, he 'bout as proud as can be
We spent an hour reminiscin' how he was wild in in the street
But by his attitude, you'd think he's gettin' out in a week
He told me—
[Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today, no bad news today
No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today
No news today, no bad nеws today
Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
[Cordae]
Ayy, runnin' thе road, that's bad news, gang-affiliated tattoos
Stakes is high like Wagyu, but shit, who asked you?
Top down in a Jag' coupe
Them boys really from the concrete, they'll make your wig split like a rap group
Okay now, got bread, so I'm stayin' out the way now
First class from the Greyhound, you should've stayed down
Plain janes, no more bustdowns
Bro just came home from a touchdown
I told him, "Don't look back or f*ck 'round"
He never listened, say you on demon time, this the exorcism
Bro coppin' lows, just off my name, they throw some extras in it
So much money pile in my account, it's earnin' that percentage
My daughter's the heiress princess, I took her to Paris, Venice
Her closet embarrass bitches, Chanel diaper bag
F*ck it, I don't like to brag, she fly just like her dad
Humble just like her mom, I sit back and write my rhymes
Think about this life of mine while listenin' to Life and Times
[Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today, no bad news today
No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today
No news today, no bad news today
Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Shai Afeni
All my daydreams have suddenly come true
I made a wish and there you are (Hush, baby, come on)
And now I know just what it means to be in love (Shh, shh, it's okay, baby, it's alright)
And every night, I thank my lucky star (Dada got you)
Uh
Seen my daughter for the first time, I couldn't describe
This feelin' of joy, this feelin' of pride
That feelin' of not knowin' exactly what you feelin' inside
And I see a piece of me when I look in your eyes
Instillin' everything I learned in you 'cause I believe in you
Worldwide shows, it hurts when I'm leavin' you
You got me cryin' on this tour bus
You got me cryin', you got me yearnin' for your love, it's unmatched
And I hope to make you proud to say I'm your dad
But don't forget to wipe your shoes on the floor mat
And my advice when your faith feels slim
Sing a hymn when your day's lookin' grim
I'm blowin' up, sure, I'm right on the brim
And you my light when it's dim (Ayy, you my light, baby)
Me and your mom close as ever, man, we tight like a Skim
A bad day at work, won't bring it back home
You wanna play, I won't say, "Leave me alone"
Take you to London and we goin' for scones
Trips to Greece, this whole world, we gon' roam
Although it's certain things I will not condone
I'm still your father, you know
But I'm so proud from watchin' you grow
I wrote this song when you was two weeks old, ayy
All my daydreams have suddenly come true (I do it all to make you smile)
All my daydreams have suddenly come true (I hope I make you proud)
And now I know just what it means to be in love (For real)
And every night, I thank my lucky star
As I write in this journal just so my words are eternal
I'll leave this time capsule for you so that you can return to
Whenever you got questions about your dad, about his present and past
I'll leave these pages all for you to just have
Learn from mistakes that I made and create your own path
Learn from my life firsthand and all the gems that I grabbed
Number one, God is first, keep your faith strong
And honor your mom and dad so your days long
No pressure, you don't gotta be a baller or make songs
But I beg you, please avoid niggas like Trey Songz
Sorry, Trigga, don't ever f*ck with sorry niggas
In business, don't burn bridges
And every loss, you make sure you learn with it (Uh)
There's gon' be a time when things don't always go your way
There's gon' always be some people with some shit to say
There's gon' always be adversity throughout this life
But just remember, everything gon' be alright, yeah
Ooh, and what I feel is ecstasy every time you're next to me
Keep it coming, yeah (Keep it coming)
Uh, yeah
Don't you start, baby
Oh, keep it coming
Oh, oh (Keep it coming)
I made a wish and there you are (Hush, baby, come on)
And now I know just what it means to be in love (Shh, shh, it's okay, baby, it's alright)
And every night, I thank my lucky star (Dada got you)
Uh
Seen my daughter for the first time, I couldn't describe
This feelin' of joy, this feelin' of pride
That feelin' of not knowin' exactly what you feelin' inside
And I see a piece of me when I look in your eyes
Instillin' everything I learned in you 'cause I believe in you
Worldwide shows, it hurts when I'm leavin' you
You got me cryin' on this tour bus
You got me cryin', you got me yearnin' for your love, it's unmatched
And I hope to make you proud to say I'm your dad
But don't forget to wipe your shoes on the floor mat
And my advice when your faith feels slim
Sing a hymn when your day's lookin' grim
I'm blowin' up, sure, I'm right on the brim
And you my light when it's dim (Ayy, you my light, baby)
Me and your mom close as ever, man, we tight like a Skim
A bad day at work, won't bring it back home
You wanna play, I won't say, "Leave me alone"
Take you to London and we goin' for scones
Trips to Greece, this whole world, we gon' roam
Although it's certain things I will not condone
I'm still your father, you know
But I'm so proud from watchin' you grow
I wrote this song when you was two weeks old, ayy
All my daydreams have suddenly come true (I do it all to make you smile)
All my daydreams have suddenly come true (I hope I make you proud)
And now I know just what it means to be in love (For real)
And every night, I thank my lucky star
As I write in this journal just so my words are eternal
I'll leave this time capsule for you so that you can return to
Whenever you got questions about your dad, about his present and past
I'll leave these pages all for you to just have
Learn from mistakes that I made and create your own path
Learn from my life firsthand and all the gems that I grabbed
Number one, God is first, keep your faith strong
And honor your mom and dad so your days long
No pressure, you don't gotta be a baller or make songs
But I beg you, please avoid niggas like Trey Songz
Sorry, Trigga, don't ever f*ck with sorry niggas
In business, don't burn bridges
And every loss, you make sure you learn with it (Uh)
There's gon' be a time when things don't always go your way
There's gon' always be some people with some shit to say
There's gon' always be adversity throughout this life
But just remember, everything gon' be alright, yeah
Ooh, and what I feel is ecstasy every time you're next to me
Keep it coming, yeah (Keep it coming)
Uh, yeah
Don't you start, baby
Oh, keep it coming
Oh, oh (Keep it coming)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
What Really Matters
Yeah, uh
Alright, it's nothin' before the family
Nothin' before the love that was brought from my Aunt Tammy
Nothin' before the love which I found from this pen and pad
Nothin' like when someone loves you back, Teddy Pendergrass
Nothin' like the love of when you holdin' your first child
Nothin' like the love of when you witness they first smile
Nothin' like collard greens
Nothin' like cabbage that's special-made from your Aunt D
Nothin' like you hangin' with your uncles and aunties
Nothin' like your favorite cousin who just got out of jail
Rеmember when thе family came together to make bail
These moments are priceless, they cannot be bought, uh
The real is instilled inside you, it cannot be taught, uh
I needed a new reminder of things that are most important
Very few events I ever put above mic recordin'
I missed the graduations
I missed all the birthday parties and baby dedications
I missed Aunt Lucia May's funeral, Lord, forgive me
I was at the Met and afterparty with Robyn Fenty
I was out networkin'
Never gon' be perfect, I'll emerge to my best version (Woo)
Trip to find myself, let's just call it an excursion (Real)
Learned the harder way that more riches are less worth it
Lost souls sold for a bargain, I just purchased
Nothin' above love, nothin' above forgiveness
Nothin' above the family, this is already written
Nothin' comes before the memories that we cherish deeply
Nothin' comes before phone calls Grandma gave me weekly
Nothin' before the family, material is temporary
Nothin' before the family, yeah
Alright, it's nothin' before the family
Nothin' before the love that was brought from my Aunt Tammy
Nothin' before the love which I found from this pen and pad
Nothin' like when someone loves you back, Teddy Pendergrass
Nothin' like the love of when you holdin' your first child
Nothin' like the love of when you witness they first smile
Nothin' like collard greens
Nothin' like cabbage that's special-made from your Aunt D
Nothin' like you hangin' with your uncles and aunties
Nothin' like your favorite cousin who just got out of jail
Rеmember when thе family came together to make bail
These moments are priceless, they cannot be bought, uh
The real is instilled inside you, it cannot be taught, uh
I needed a new reminder of things that are most important
Very few events I ever put above mic recordin'
I missed the graduations
I missed all the birthday parties and baby dedications
I missed Aunt Lucia May's funeral, Lord, forgive me
I was at the Met and afterparty with Robyn Fenty
I was out networkin'
Never gon' be perfect, I'll emerge to my best version (Woo)
Trip to find myself, let's just call it an excursion (Real)
Learned the harder way that more riches are less worth it
Lost souls sold for a bargain, I just purchased
Nothin' above love, nothin' above forgiveness
Nothin' above the family, this is already written
Nothin' comes before the memories that we cherish deeply
Nothin' comes before phone calls Grandma gave me weekly
Nothin' before the family, material is temporary
Nothin' before the family, yeah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Syrup Sandwiches
[ Featuring Joey Bada$$ ]
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh
Bad bitches with bad habits
Sundresses, the skin is out
But you know how I feel about you
The sun is shinin', my daughter is gorgeous
Our bond is beautiful, our lovin' is more than mutual
Funds are stacked, killin' tracks, runnin' rap
When I hear these niggas talk, it's a ton of cap
And my bro move bass like Thundercat
Every two weeks, the nigga make a hundred racks
It's nothin' to me, you niggas ain't f*ckin' with me
You're butlers to me, them young niggas uppin' the heat
They stuck to the streets, like concrete, the hustle's in me
They say you gotta beat the block up 'til your knuckles'll bleed
That mean a nigga gotta rap until the pen out of ink
Your team weak, like Justin Timberlake, y'all been out of sync
A nigga skatin' on the beat, shit, I could rent out the rink
I gotta get this money first, shawty, then I can link
Let's head to the beach, and then she give me head on the beach
She just ate the dick up, but now she fed up with me
It's just us against the world, but keep your head up with me
Slow and steady, but I'm tryna get this bread up to speed
Eatin' good, workin' out, shit, I'm invested in me
I'm that nigga, most definitely, yeah
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh
Bad bitches with bad habits
Sundresses, the skin is out
But you know how I feel about you, baby
But you know how I feel about you, baby (Badman)
But you know (uh), how I feel about you, baby
Once again, in this song, the prettiest don in elegant form
I stay Comme des Garçons and readily armed
If looks could kill, he'll already be gone
I drip too hard, you niggas couldn't weather the storm
Let alone stop the rain or block my aim, this not no game
So you better watch how you drop my name
Don't you know my niggas pop them things for some pocket change?
He'll stick you up and rock your chains
So stop it, lame, me and you, we not the same
I got a whole different drive, you can't block my lane
Me and Cordae, back to back, identical V's
Two M's on the keys, so she ready to leave
And do whatever I please, wear her heart on her sleeves
I got a God complex, so she down on her knees
No religion, I believe in me, blessed to be
I'm that nigga, most definitely, you heard? Yeah
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh
Bad bitches with bad habits
Sundresses, the skin is out
But you know how I feel about you, baby
But you know how I feel about you, baby
But you know how I feel about you, baby
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Darian Joshua Garcia, Jabari Rayford, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Lydia Kitto, Malcolm Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Now You Know
Mm-mm
Mm, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Hey, hey, ayy, ayy (Bongo, by the way)
Yeah, if only you knew how much I have missed you
But you know now, huh
You know now, huh
If only you knew how much I have needed you
But you know now, huh
You know, you know, you know
Uh, Grandma always called my phone any time of day
Wishin' I can call you now just to see your face
Tell me all about God and 'bout Heaven gates
I think that shit a long ways from the Section 8
My first album, you was singin' on the interlude
They always ask me 'bout that song in the interviews
Even got a daughter now, that shit hella cool
Wishin' that you could've met her, would've introduced
Not to mention all the times that you helped out
Madе me pick my own switch, pulled a belt out
You ain't rеally like me rappin', this the best route
You always spoke on the shit that you felt 'bout
Said I work too much, I gotta live more
You was right, man, I wish we could've did more
Was 'bout to move you out the hood, didn't get the chance
When you passed, I was in Japan
Yeah, if only you knew how much I have missed you
But you know now, huh (Yeah, you know)
You know now (Hope you really know now)
If only you knew how much I have needed you
But you know now, huh (Hope you know, for real)
You know, you know, you know (Now you know)
If only you knew (If only you knew)
You know, you know, you know
Know, know, know, know
You know, you know
You know
Mm, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Hey, hey, ayy, ayy (Bongo, by the way)
Yeah, if only you knew how much I have missed you
But you know now, huh
You know now, huh
If only you knew how much I have needed you
But you know now, huh
You know, you know, you know
Uh, Grandma always called my phone any time of day
Wishin' I can call you now just to see your face
Tell me all about God and 'bout Heaven gates
I think that shit a long ways from the Section 8
My first album, you was singin' on the interlude
They always ask me 'bout that song in the interviews
Even got a daughter now, that shit hella cool
Wishin' that you could've met her, would've introduced
Not to mention all the times that you helped out
Madе me pick my own switch, pulled a belt out
You ain't rеally like me rappin', this the best route
You always spoke on the shit that you felt 'bout
Said I work too much, I gotta live more
You was right, man, I wish we could've did more
Was 'bout to move you out the hood, didn't get the chance
When you passed, I was in Japan
Yeah, if only you knew how much I have missed you
But you know now, huh (Yeah, you know)
You know now (Hope you really know now)
If only you knew how much I have needed you
But you know now, huh (Hope you know, for real)
You know, you know, you know (Now you know)
If only you knew (If only you knew)
You know, you know, you know
Know, know, know, know
You know, you know
You know
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Two Tens
[ Featuring Anderson .Paak ]
Yeah
Mm-hmm, yup
Yeah
Turn the beat up a little bit
Yeah, okay
Two friends, and they both tens, lookin' nice
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite?
Uh, okay, the last time we tried that, it didn't end well
Plus you never know the story that they friends tell
And off the brown liquor, nigga feel like Denzel
Out in Washington, in the D.C. with a chocolate bitch
Lil' freak bitch get geeked off erotic shit
So what you do? Shot the club up like Stojakovic
Uh, man, that's that other shit
Payin' child support through the government
Joint custody weekends, you can't touch the kid
Man, I love this bitch
We gon' travel and fill up the bucket list
Have 'bout ten kids on the ranch on some southern shit
You mean sucker shit
Slave to the pussy since you discovered it
Ten bands on Chanel purse, that's bad budgetin'
Plus you niggas always together, it's mad smotherin'
You simpin' over bitches, I never thought it would come to this
Why you always mad? I just wanna have fun with it
The Winter's ain't bad when you cruisin' in the Summer with-
Two friends, and they both tens, lookin' nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Uh
Two friends, and they both tens, lookin' nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Uh
Yeah, uh
See, I'm not tryna be overbearin' or give you a lecture
I just want you to see this shit from a different perspective
See every ho is a dog, and every dog has it's day
You can't be lovin' on every mutt that be fallin' astray
My nigga, watch what you say
How you blockin' the wave?
You just talkin', nothing's comin' from a logical place
Man, I'm kickin' knowledge today
You gettin' brolic today
Why you payin' her son tuition?
'Cause I'm his father today
Okay
Two friends, and they both tens, lookin' nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Uh
Two friends, and they both tens, lookin' nice, uh
Too bent, I should call it quits, but I'm not, uh
No chances, we all dance in the light, uh
Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Uh
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Cordae Dunston, Dwayne Allen Abernathy, Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Crossroads is the third studio album by the American rapper Cordae, released through Art@War and Atlantic Records, on November 15, 2024. The album features guest appearances from Anderson .Paak, Joey Badass, Jordan Ward, Juicy J, Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Ravyn Lenae, and Ty Dolla Sign, while the production was handled by several producers such as FnZ, Hitmaka, J. Cole, Thelonious Martin, Cordae himself, as well as several other producers. The album serves as a follow-up to his previous studio album, From a Birds Eye View (2022).
Prior to the release of the album, Cordae appeared in an interview with Billboard, during which he described the record as his strongest work yet, stating that he believes it's the correct time to release the album: "I think it's ready. I think I'm better than I've ever been as an artist". He revealed that the time between his previous album and this one was spent to live and "access life". He stated that the time was spent with Cordae growing as an artist.
"I wanted to get better, like, as a songwriter, as a rapper. I wanted my verses to be better. I wanted my storytelling to be better. I wanted my beat selection and taste in beat selection to get better, and that requires work and time, so I feel like this is my best foot forward thus far."
When asked about the album's title, Cordae stated that he reached a turning point where he felt as though he was at a crossroads in life: "It was like life or death. ... If I go right, everything is gonna be perfect and yay, life is great, and if I go left, all life is horrible. I've kinda realized that one decision doesn't hold that much weight. It's a culmination of decisions".
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
CordaePrior to the release of the album, Cordae appeared in an interview with Billboard, during which he described the record as his strongest work yet, stating that he believes it's the correct time to release the album: "I think it's ready. I think I'm better than I've ever been as an artist". He revealed that the time between his previous album and this one was spent to live and "access life". He stated that the time was spent with Cordae growing as an artist.
"I wanted to get better, like, as a songwriter, as a rapper. I wanted my verses to be better. I wanted my storytelling to be better. I wanted my beat selection and taste in beat selection to get better, and that requires work and time, so I feel like this is my best foot forward thus far."
When asked about the album's title, Cordae stated that he reached a turning point where he felt as though he was at a crossroads in life: "It was like life or death. ... If I go right, everything is gonna be perfect and yay, life is great, and if I go left, all life is horrible. I've kinda realized that one decision doesn't hold that much weight. It's a culmination of decisions".
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Anderson .Paak, Joey Badass, Jordan Ward, Juicy J, Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Ravyn Lenae, Ty Dolla Sign
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): Alex Goldblatt, Angwang Jin, Ashton Sellars, Biako, BongoByTheWay, BoogzDaBeast, Camper, Cordae, Darko, Dem Jointz, Dkjbeats, Don Mills, D. Phelps, Elkan, FnZ, Hitmaka, Illuid Haller, Jaasu, J. Cole, Johan Lenox, Linden Jay, Ryan James Carr, Smoko Ono, Tarron Crayton, Thelonious Martin, Tommy Parker
Released: November 15th, 2024
Year: 2024