The Game - Drillmatic – Heart vs. Mind Album Lyrics

The Fentanyl free, but the addiction gon' cost you (cost you)
(One time, one time, nigga, one time)
I lost you, FN'd out your eyes when I crossed you
Stretch Maybach instead of payin' my lawsuits
Hit me in the Hellcat truck, duckin' the (one time)
Let it off in the club, it was always more than one Shyne (Shyne)
Pop the cork on the bottle of ages Opus
Rawdoggin' hoes, nightmares of dyin' with AIDS, hopeless (one time)
For my niggas in the graveyard
Confused about religion 'cause God couldn't save y'all
Prayed to Allah like I was suited with a bow tie
Prayed to the most high, then I went multi-platinum with hits
Still f*ckin' low-level bitches that's ratchet as shit
Betty Boop and Mickey Mouse tatted on asses and shit (asses and shit)
Type of bitches that'll twerk on a casket and shit
Maybach a hearse how we slidin' past
(One time, one time, nigga, one time)

I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'
Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse
Vendettas of death back, the colors I choose
Red or Blue, 'Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter
Sucka dive for your life when my shotgun scatters
The gangs of L.A. will never die, just multiply

Nigga, there go the (one time, one time, nigga, one time)
Gang Task Force pullin' doors off the traphouse
Niggas don't know the difference between that and the crackhouse
Intricate gang signs 'cause phones gettin' tapped out
We them niggas that Franklin and Leon try to act out
Livin' the lifestyle fake niggas wanna rap 'bout
They scatter like roaches when a nigga pull his strap out
Get shot and stay quiet unless you got more than one spawn
How you say "snitch" in Japanese? Tekashiota (one time)
Nigga, we don't talk to cops
All these drills and automatics, ain't no talkin' to opps
My pops and my uncle told me that and let me hold the strap
Cracked my homie Reggie, mama sold me that
I was just a thug from around the way
Bandana wrapped around my face, movin' the ounce of day
I was nine years old on the drumline
Smokin' with my older cousins, nigga, let me hit that shit
(One time, one time, nigga, one time)

[The Game & Michel'le]
(He was once a thug from around the way)
My life was never (Eazy)
My life was never (Eazy)

[The Game]
Started in my Cutlass clutchin' heat like it's an open oven
Puffin' chronic, Puff and Biggie out the window, speaker subbin'
Run into the Crips, it ain't no discussion
Bullet wounds drenched in Hennessy and teaspoons of Robitussin
Head up faze, got a few concussion, yeah
Compton's amazed, Dr. Dre percussion
God, please grant my nigga eternal life, we need the beats
Aftermath wherе you fall asleep, you do not eat
And my belly is full, gorilla ridin' the bull
Banana clips in thе pool, swan dive in Clase Azul
The opps, I'm on they ass, grandmama whoopings in school
This Wilmington and Brazil where niggas die in they jewels
Too many Problems, too many YGs
So many ties to dollar signs, easy to end up on E
I got shot up like Columbine, the Crips descended on me
Sign my name on the dotted line, that was vengeance on beats
This is the way

[The Game & Michel'le]
(He was once a thug from around the way)
My life was never (Eazy)
My life was never (Eazy)

[Kanye West]
There it is, there it was
Don't interrupt just because
It's no love
Shoulder shrug (Shrug)

[Kanye West]
How I ain't bring nothin' to the table when I'm the table?
I'ma turn up the music, wake up the neighbors
I'ma get that "Thug Life" tatted 'cross the navel
This is how I am in real life, not just on cable
"Mr. Narcissist," tell me 'bout my arrogance
No more counselin', I don't negotiate with therapists
God Ye, wanna let God in?
But tonight, I guess I'll let my pride win
Cousin Dre sent me scriptures, helped me see life better
Nigga, we havin' the best divorce ever
If we go to court, we'll go to court together
Matter of fact, pick up your sis, we'll go to Kourt's together
I watched four kids for like five hours today
I wear these Yeezy boots everywhere, even in the shower today
I got love for the nannies, but real family is better
The cameras watch the kids, y'all stop takin' the credit
Noncustodial dad, I bought the house next door
What you think the point of really bein' rich for?
When you give 'em everything, they only want more
Boujee and unruly, y'all need to do some chores
Rich-ass kids, this ain't yo' mama house
Climb on your brother's shoulders, get that Top Ramen out
God saved me from that crash
Just so I can beat Pete Davidson's ass (Who?)
And my new bitch bad
I know Illuminati mad
This that New-minati, bitch
This that two Bugatti rich
This that "God did this"
Only God did this

[Kanye West]
There it is, there it was
Don't interrupt, just because
Ain't no love, shoulder shrug
Won't He do it? Yes He does
Won't He do it? Yes He does
Won't He do it?

[Kanye West & Michel'le]
My life was never (Eazy)
This next one gon' be (Eazy)

[Michel'le]
(He was once a thug from around the way)
(He was once a thug from around the way, easy)
(He was-, he was-)
(He was-, he was-)
(He was once a-, once a-)
(Thug from a-, thug from a-, from around the way)

Everybody from New York, rappin' about my Adidas
And my chain, this, and this, and South Bronx and everything
I wanted to put my city on the map

Ayo, Peso, what these niggas want from me?
(Ha, it's Fivi')
Drillmatic mean all them small-ass handguns goin' to hibernation
(Let's do it)
(Drill 'em, drill 'em)

Straight out the coast, right by the ocean
We wet 'em up, niggas is soakin'
We in them 'Rari's, them bitches is floatin'
Know they can see us with the top open
To an exhaust, show 'em what smoke is
I make the call, killers in motion
We leave 'em raw like dinner at Nobu
He don't want no beef, he only eat Tofu
Antisocial, the Drac' gon' talk, I don't speak to you
Pull up on the side of the car, just to see him shoot
Where them niggas that be with you, air out your vehicle
We ain't them niggas you hide from
Hit 'em in a knee and the thigh ones
Turn a six-five nigga, five-one
We got them opp packs, we roll up and smoke 'em to God Son
We burn up the mash, the gloves, the clothes, and raise hell 'til God come
I'm the live one (the live one)
I'm the one that keep it lit
I'm the one that she'll remember, you the one they gon' forget

We ain't them niggas they thought that we was
We them real niggas that they said that they was
Gloves, mask, burner, check
Drugs, money, murder, sex
We ain't them niggas they thought that we was
We them real niggas that they said that they was
Gloves, mask, burner, check
Drugs, money, murder, sex

If I said I'm the king of New York, you'd be mad?
If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?
Nigga at, told him, "Don't even ask"
Can a dead body jump out of a bag?
No monitor strapped on my ankle
I'm back in the city and I can't believe this shit
Got the biggest, baddest bitch in New York
Her name Liberty, I came to see the bitch
Still on that Seeter shit, red cap
Smokin' the clouds, head back
If you ain't been stepped on
In a clean ass pair of 1995 Air Max, dead that
He came to his senses
We walk in the club, it ain't for attention
Nigga tried to get me a free G-Wagon
I told him, "F*ck that, free Jimmy Henchman"
F*ck out my mentions, f*ck all that talkin'
Come for the attention, we in them Benz's
Tunnel vision, even though the tunnel missin'
Me and this Nip' tat, we in the trenches

They only call me for emergencies (they only call me for emergencies)
Of course, I can get him hit (baow)
But I wanna do it myself and it's burnin' me (baow)
Huh, yeah, nigga, the nerve of me (nigga, the nerve of me)
'Cause I'm too rich (I'm too rich), but I still wanna do the hit (grr)
Yeah, nigga, my gun is gettin' grown (gun is gettin' grown)
I shoot a nigga on his own (on his own)
Try to leave it in the house (what?)
But the shit don't wanna stay home (nah)
She give me everything she own (ha), plus more (plus more)
It's only me on the mountain of Rushmore (it's only me on the mountain, ah)
When I stab 'em, they gush more (boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, hey, give me a rush more (give me a rush more)
Huh, look, they copyin', it's too many of me (uh)
Huh, I been in these streets (yeah)
Nigga (nigga), I got rich off of havin' beef (baow)
I make 'em kill everything they see (uh)
I just blew blood on this concrete, pussy (huh)
I dare a nigga, try to harm me
If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?
(If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?)
Grrt, twistin' my fingers and holdin' my flag (baow, boom)
Yeah, I said I'm the king of New York, that's a fact (New York my city, nigga)
When I'm in the city, the city don't know how to act (nah, huh)
Yeah (when I'm in the city, the city don't now how to act)
But when they call me king, it get me gassed
When they promote a opp, it get me mad
And when they catch a score, it get me sad
But when we get 'em back, it get me glad, uh
Real different (baow, baow, baow), he got bullets in him
(I see an opp and I'm hittin' a button, drill 'em)
If he survive, he gon' still feel it (ha, woo, boom)

We ain't them niggas they thought that we was (nah)
We them real niggas that they said that they was (it's Fivi', grrt)
Gloves, mask, burner, check (baow, baow, baow)
Drugs, money, murder, sex (boom)
We ain't them niggas they thought that we was (nah)
We them real niggas that they said that they was (yeah, grrt)
Gloves, mask, burner, check (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Drugs, money, murder, sex

Clap for him, he made it to heaven
Clap for him, he made it to heaven
Checks
Checks
King of the drill

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC-22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make that nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber



I rob, I jack, I steal, I look in the mirror every day

And I face my fears, they fear me 'cause my skin black as night

I just wanna feel, my appetite and kill

My competitions still, outside with the steel

I just wanna feed my daughter so I stick to corners up

All the homies locked up or dead

So I gotta step to step my performance up

'Cause all the groceries stores is out of formula

And my baby mama can't breastfeed

'Cause her mammogram would suggest she

Got stage three and stage fright

So I stayed up all these late nights

And I cook, I clean, I change diapers like a mother would

Damn, baby shit had me throwin' up

Had me rollin' up yet another 'Wood

So I smoke to calm my nerves

Sometimes I let niggas words push me off the cliff

One arm hangin' off the ledge

F*ckin' on top of bed bugs, dirty sheets

Cum stains, blood stains

Washin' powder, ten dollars each

Can't wash the money 'cause we out of bleach

Rain in the sky, pain in my eyes, baby cries when they hungry

Snortin' tears in they nostrils, if anybody ask why I shot you

It's cause



I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC-22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make a nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber



Trigger finger on the F&N (F&N)

I don't give a F&N (F&N)

Niggas know not to F with him

'Cause I don't even F with them or F around

Backpack to back, that pack to pound

Strapped in the town with no lost and found

No water in the park pool, still niggas drown

Don't call yourself king, out here they steal niggas crowns

Out here they steal niggas bitch, out here, I dare you make a sound

Everybody on the porch with torches, no porch lights

No 911, no Porsche lights

Barkin' with my dawgs and these Hellcats runnin' red lights, havin' horse fights

With the sticks on us when we hit corners

With the bricks on us like it's Fortnite

Bernie stone cold, all these long souls

On these long roads in this short life

Got me sniffin' the glue out of brown bag

Voices talkin' to me through this clown mask

Layin' in the pool of blood that's not mine

With a Glock-9 takin' sound baths

My uncle told me there'll be days like this

Olde English sippin' with the K like this

Cross my lap, cross my heart

Hope to die, live more pain like this

Ain't no regret, that's the code we kept

Can't lay still so we overstep

Through the nightmares, all the soldiers slept

Nine years old when he stole a TEC and said



I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC-22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make that nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC-22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make that nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
He got into some nonsense, nigga jumped in the car with a strap out
Just got done mixin' dope in the traphouse, black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps
In the city where these niggas do not
F*ck around when they holdin' them Glocks
Drop the top while you ride in the drop
In the kitchen, like we know Betty Crock'
Cut the dope, take it out of the pot
Block it up, then we back on the plot
Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cops passin'
Started jackin' diggys, that's old fashion
Turn the lights off when in lost fashion
Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden
Assassin, we back to back in Impalas and Cadillac
Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks
Hangin' out the back of it
Niggas don't know the half of it
We come through like we cappin' shit
Ski maskin' shit, click, clack, and shit
All in your mail, open packages
On this Compton shit, demonish it, Chronic kicks with confidence
Ominous, obviously, probably be high as f*ck
And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this sit
Wasn't overprominent, neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit
Dominic, niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent
Ugh, politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty
Out of it, 'cause I'm ridin' 'round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton
He was nickel and dimin', it was the sign of the times when
Nigga had to take a deep breath
I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin'
I got on my khakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack
And all my homies in a casket
That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet
Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens
So what the f*ck is up? My knuckles up
My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up
I got my hat backwards and the strap back in
I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up
I've been outside since I was jumped in
In my hood, they call that Double Dutch
This Cedar Block where heaters pop
And we catch fades, come get this uppercut
Back home with the lights off and the roaches
Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus
Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa
I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless
Used to play ball, dribble the rock and f*ck roaches
Stack bread whether or not it got molded
IRS circle the block, it's not over
Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives
All dead niggas' blocks we drive over
Never look back or stop for y'all vultures
Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus
Ready or not, we 'bout to take over
We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis
Tempted to take the controller out your hand, f*ck my composure
Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and whoever
Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather
Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride
We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton
With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband
Damn, y'all niggas is sick
You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch
Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do
New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you
Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue?
Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual
To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now
No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now
Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt
It's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back
It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it, nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it
And the whole block live, ten Glock-9s, everybody on they lives, nigga
My team vs. your team, they don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga
Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they?
Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out next to the lady sellin' elote
It's, "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay
He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ
We in and out and we ain't have to crochet
I'm a smooth criminal, Annie, are you okay?
I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats
I was baldhead when my khakis creased
Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed?
I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat
Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet
In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet
I was in your house, like

You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga

You's an opp if an opp with you, ain't got time to play
Got this iced out AP on my wrist, bitch, I got time today
We off liquor, takin' shots, yeah, I brought my nine today
Catch a fish with the tartar sauces, what I'm tryna say
Told Paul play the beat, did it all from A to Z
Who the f*ck fadin' me? I bleed the scene
Brand new AMG, leave a nigga on A&E, don't play with me
It ain't no game with me, just good aim with me
Your gang, that ain't no gang to me, you niggas lame to me
I went on two licks with two sticks and two Crips for two days
With two TECs and two K's, for new fits and new J's
My new bitch go two ways, them bricks gone, it's too late
Them two blicks on two opps, take two shots, it's touché

Say you on your block and we gon' come and knock your block off
Say you on top and we gon' come and knock your top off
Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gettin' dropped off
Say you poppin' shots, we won't let you get a shot off
Say you with the steppers, we gon' knock them niggas socks off
Say you want fire, we gon' come and turn the pots off
Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff
Lookin' for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you a opp and you know, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you a opp and you know, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you a opp and you know, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you a opp and you know

You a f*ckin' opp, enemy, O.P.P., bitch, play with me
Got .223's, bitch, swing at me and resolve the bling
Dead body, funeral, rest in power, damn, for your team, dirty chopper
Put the same nigga on it that had dissed me, they know about it
Say he want it with me, turned us out where we clap you at
Do or die, it's you or me, killer get shot, I been on that
I been in them streets, don't f*ckin' listen what my pastor said
Since a child, my mama said, "He play and then you smash his ass"
I wake the mans, know they tryna count me out
Thirty round Glock and a photo just came out
They wonder, I'm hangin' out, baow, baow
I close his mouth, I'ma make sure that the nigga can't talk
Let him go in, catch him when he walk out
Know I want better, I'm straight out that North, yeah

Say you on your block and we gon' come and knock your block off
Say you on top and we gon' come and knock your top off
Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gettin' dropped off
Say you poppin' shots, we won't let you get a shot off
Say you with the steppers, we gon' knock them niggas socks off
Say you want fire, we gon' come and turn the pots off
Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff
Lookin' for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you a opp and you know, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you a opp and you know, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you a opp and you know, with the hot sauce
You an opp, you a opp and you know

You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga
You a opp nigga

Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes f*ck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

Heard a gunshot, walked up out my motherf*cking door
What's happening with all this madness
What niggas get going on to make me jump up off this Madden
In my Gucci flip-flops, tan khakis, niggas sagging
Niggas pulled up on me, matte black G wagon
I'm like shit, the fo' fif's still in the house
And usually niggas shoot from from where you from, come out they mouth
Got a nigga heart beating like a cutlass truck
But my mama raised a G and she don't f*ck with punks
Niggas rolled down the window, couldn't tell who it was
Waving off the chronic smoke, is they Blood or Cuz?
Haha, it's my little cousin Jordan and he's solid
We went up last night, nigga said he forgot his wallet
We was bumping E-40 (yeah that Hurricane)
(Went through ten or twelve bottles of that Sluricane)
We hittin six white bitches and a gang of weed
You know them blonde hair, blue eyes, they aim to please

Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes f*ck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

I was dipping down Greenleaf, swerving and I seen my nigga E
(What's cracking cuz? I ain't seen you in a week
Where you going fool?) Compton college to pick this bitch up
We both in Impalas (Make the motherf*cker hiccup)
[Now bounce, rock, roller skate]
Cause we done f*cked every bitch in the Golden State
Now tell me, how many bitches wanna f*ck this nigga?
Stuff dick in her stomach until that butt get bigger
And we both f*ck Kianna, you ain't know that though
(She put a hole in the condom, I don't know that hoe)
Conversating with my nigga at this long ass light
Made a left at Alameda, Eazy bust that right
(I'm gone cuz!) Aight, hit a switch and I'm outie
Back to the westside, that's what Dr. Dre found me
Pull up on Cedar, then I put it in park
Now take yo ass in the house before it get too dark

Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes f*ck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

Ooh ooh ooh, nigga hop out that rag and smell the oohwee
My little nigga Marcus just pulled up from the I-E
Cup full of Henny, niggas gone off that YG
Told em' take a fade little nigga saying (Why Me?
(If he jump up I'm with it, anybody can get it
Mayweather with the right, bop-bop, head splitted
Cause nigga I'm from the Murda and I don't even bang
You got your ass knocked out, which one of you niggas is game?
Cause you f*ckin' my cousin, she don't like it, I don't either)
Take all that bass out your voice, homeboy this is Cedar
(My bad Chuck, let a nigga hit the weed)
Nah, take this quarter piece and drop it off at the trees
Watch the Fruit's stomp, tell that nigga Soo Woo though
You can take the rag, don't get a scratch on my coupe though
And watch the Palmers they ain't tryin' to hear no truce though
(Non-affiliated, still a shooter like Kukoc)

Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes f*ck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside

Yo this your man, DJ Eazy Dick, I'm about to be out of here
Up next you got my man Z-Boy Fro and he's gonna hit ya'll off with this Battlecat joint
Ya'll suck it easy right here on the station that fades em' all
W-Balls
(Static)
Everybody's gotta hear this shit on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls!

What has ADHK done to you, brother?
Has any HK jumped out and beat you up?
Has any BK Bloods jumped out and f*cked you up?
Has any three? Any Tre's got out here and f*cked you up?
Has any of them three came over here and f*cked you up?
Or did anything to you?
It's a simple question, that's yes or no

Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at

Tourists get they hand shot off, throwin' up a dub
Since niggas killed Pac, ain't no California love
O.T. and Snoop C-Walkin' in the middle of the SoFi
My braids to the back, no cap, like I don't lie
Miss my nigga Nip', on the hood, wish we both died
If you see the red rose on Slauson, I got love on both sides
As-salamu alaykum, Muslims out here steppin' in they bowties
Y'all worried 'bout gas, eses watchin' coke rise
Ayy, homie, what size them Js? Nigga, your size
And like a baby at the park, my niggas gon' slide

Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at

Put on a L.A. hat and niggas think they safe
And it ain't no slidin' home if you get caught on third base
You know that Yankee fitted, that's Nutty Blocc
Seattle Mariners, a '60s Crip, and they cuttin' rock
That Cincinnati Red's that's Cedar Block
The Angels of Athens Park, if you wear it, don't leave the block
Kansas City Royals, that's Kitchen Crip
And the T on that Rangers is some Eight-Tray gangster shit
St. Louis Cardinals, you see the black peace stones in that
Crenshaw Mafia steppin' in the Minnesota Twins hat
The H on that Houston Astros is Hoover
The Oakland A's is Avalon, they got all the shooters
Philly's of the Pirates is Piru
You better run that red light, the Grape Streets right beside you
In all purple, and they high, too

Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at

Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free
You're now f*ckin' with Hit-Boy and G.A.M.E
It's Dolla $ign in this motherf*cker (Dolla $ign)
Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mil', my wrist, nigga

It's the Numinati (bitches) move your body (this is)
The newest Audi, gassin' on the 'Shaw next to Snoop and Rowdy
(Niggas) movin' oppy, so we in the coupe with shottys
And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis
Don't ask me how, these Hit-Boy classic sounds
Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down
Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce
And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around
Give me the chronic or the cookies, the woods gon' spark to it
Niggas tryna ride our wave, we bringin' the sharks to it
Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it
Brought the Westside back, C-Walk in the park to it
Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs, nigga
I'm like three Pacs steppin' in classic Reeboks, nigga
We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box niggas
It's like an R hangin' from your neck when we Roc niggas

Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

Still here, never left
Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest
Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drummin' on the West
Chronic smoke in her lungs got her rubbin' on her breasts
What's next? Pourin' champagne on the rose
'Bout to f*ck her in the rain 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh
Numinati, put the ice on the gold
Got her livin' out the Birkin 'cause my life on the road
Whether in and out of town, I gotta floss the Dezzi
Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to Heaven"
I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop
The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop
Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level
On the 'Shaw in a Hellcat, I just shot the devil
Uh, Drillmatic up and the bars comin' from Attica
I stopped smoking weed and I'm goin' back to Africa

Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

(Hit-Boy)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling
Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness
I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch
The more money, more problems you gotta deal with
Rocks on the chain, all-white like cocaine
Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lane
Three hunnid on the watch, five hunnid on this chain
Just imagine how far a nigga came

You can't imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came

Nigga, I came out them trenches
Catchin' fades on them blue line benches
I kept a Glock, used to pull mine, trippin'
Bust a shot, found a trashcan and threw mine in it
Mama mad about the rag, I had to tuck it in the Jansport
Walkin' past the Compton sheriff, it's f*ck them and court
Water cut off, I had to get it with my hands sure
Took the strap and slapped the shit out my mama landlord
My little sister wanted cereal, so I had them Honeygrams on Imperial
Period, interior on the Cutlass, I'm serious
Orange foam hangin' out like it was bit by a Terrier
And where I'm from, niggas ain't got that many options
On the corner with the rock, give and go, we ran the option
Before Dr. Dre, I was slangin' rock to the doctors
I gots to get mine and get the f*ck out of Compton, nigga

Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling
Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness
I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch
The more money, more problems you gotta deal with
Rocks on the chain, all-white like cocaine
Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lane
Three hunnid on the watch, five hunnid on this chain
Just imagine how far a nigga came

You can't imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came

I used to walk up on a nigga like, "Excuse, me bitch
What's your name? Where you from?
Do you bang? Cop a plea?
Nigga, I'll take you out tonight"
Yeah, that was my '03 mindstate
Every nigga you see with me, is guilty of boostin' the crime rate
When the blick deploys, it make instant noise
Put a hole in a nigga size of a Chips Ahoy
Now, gang would hit, and we'll hit your boy
Which one of you rappers or producers wanna get destroyed?
Everything before this is not valid
Take your roof off, you be sittin' in the backseat with Khaled
I'm not your average, my status is toe-tag
I might be with twenty-one niggas a lot, we all savage
And I got a lot of baggage, but it's Goyard now
Meaning I squeeze through the crack, where the dough got found

Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling
Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness
I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch
The more money, more problems you gotta deal with
Rocks on the chain, all-white like cocaine
Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lane
Three hunnid on the watch, five hunnid on this chain
Just imagine how far a nigga came

You can't imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came

(Mustard on the beat hoe)

Loyalty, lawyer fees
Gas prices, oil fees
Passive aggressive pastors
Cheating you out your royalties
Whippin' the Fivio Foreign
All offa show money
Mo money mo problems
Is better than no money
Yo' money is yo' money
It's not mine
So why would I rob you of your manhood
And your grind
Heart vs. Mind
Life in a times
Of S.Carters the reason I wrote my rhymes
This might be the perfect time when Earth aligns
Bombs goin' off all around me I got Durk in mind
I usually spaz but Beyonce had to re-work them lines
Never know who watching thats why Malcolm had to jerk them blinds
I trust nobody
Niggas'll kill you leave no body
Niggas ain't got no room key
So why are they sittin' in your lobby?
Wanna put you in a box like they know Roddy
Tryna ride a wave but these Frank Oceans so choppy

Tryna ride a wave
If you gon' do that
At least screen free Max B or something

When the lights turn off and the cameras go out
All your homies in the wind, and the candles blown out
They spray-paint over your mural, disrespect you after death
They gon' do the same to me, I wouldn't expect nothin' less
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
R.I.P to X, can I make music for a thug?
Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?
Said you can't walk in the rain without stompin' in the mud

Said you can't walk in the rain without
Somebody call Kirk Franklin, I need a witness

A witness to the unsolved murders of Big and Pac
A witness like the witness who witnessed for Nip and Pop
I don't care if he Jehovah's, I don't care if he a opp
Can we really call it snitching if a legend getting shot?
The plot thickens, six feet deep, the plot thickens
The AP off the wrist so the time stop tickin'
Who wake up on they last day, thinkin' it's they last day?
Guns still smokin', so is the roaches in the ashtray
Longevity, I hope my opps live to 70
I wish Bill Russell's lifespan on all you niggas with jealousy
The rings too, Ringo Starr, that's what I bring through
A lot of sticks and drums, stare right into the ring too
Look right into the camera, let it ring too
Slugs crawling right out of the TV like The Ring 2
Float like a butterfly, sting too
I lost my mind in the middle of the ring too

When the lights turn off and the cameras go out
All your homies in the wind, and the candles blown out
They spray-paint over your mural, disrespect you after death
They gon' do the same to me, I wouldn't expect nothin' less
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
R.I.P to X, can I make music for a thug?
Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?
Said you can't walk in the rain without stompin' in the mud

Can't walk in the rain and step on Virgil's Off-White rug
It go, heart vs. Mind
Love on who love you, 'cause we running out of time
It go, heart vs. Mind
Hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doing 9
Heart vs. Mind
Love on who loves you, 'cause we
Heart vs. Mind
Hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doing 9

Had a shorty in the studio the other night from Gothenburg, Sweden
Asked me 'cause she had some champagne
She looked surprised when I said, "Yeah"
I told her, "Look, baby, in here the Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite, that's all you
You got all the wrong niggas in the right room, ya heard?"

I got the Devil tap dancing on my shoulder, don't I?
Got them Angel wings on the Veneno Roadster, won't I?
Up the F&N like it's F'ing, I move the section like effort
Move around the hood on niggas like the move my papers together
My reflection remind me of a nigga from the Chi steppin'
Glock, Kevin Hart complexion
We bang shots in every direction
Clean up our messes, remove suppressors
You ever had a bullet removed from the inside of your motherf*ckin' intestines?
Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes?
We OD with the Dracs like OB, break
Compton niggas get the cake, wait
Bompton niggas get the cake, weigh it on scales
All else fails, we put the packs on whales
We like Chanel, you'll never get this Crack on sale
We cut the rat from it's tail with that pack, go stale
Somebody? Anybody? Catch a body (ohh, ohh, ohh)

Pray for me, seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my world
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ohh, ohh Lord
If it's me, I want smoke, ohh

Catch you in my crosshairs, you better have God with you
This is Death Row, I hope Suge and all them niggas form the mob with you
I got this bitch on me, she just wanna vibe with you
I ain't gonna lie, your bitch with you, shit, she might just die with you
Y'all thought, it was ride or never mind
I'm so ahead of time tomorrow at three, I shot at yo' pants seven times
Ain't no scope on this motherf*cker, the TEC is blind
Disrespectin' mine, chopper, eat a nigga, Jeffery Dahm
The guns is on the bitches, I let 'em pat me down every time
Then the second time distract 'em knowin' she the next in line
Walk up on you NBA YoungBoy's like, "This section is mine"
And f*ck opps we got the club surrounded like a hexagon
My opps is every nigga in the West opps (hoo)
Mr. Morale And The Big Steppers, yeah (hoo)
Yeah, hopefully right now you on your ten billionth play
Kdot, what's up? (hoo, ohh)

Pray for me, seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my world
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ohh, ohh Lord
If it's me, I want smoke, ohh (here we go)

No man fall, we all crutches
I dancehall, I blame Dudus
I don't smile, the chain blushes
In my Ukraine there's no Russias
Kalashnikov, don't piss me off
Walk down with the special, turn your grizzly off
Memory off, memory loss
Put the fire out in a nigga attic, turn his chimney off
Simply boss, the cross between God body and John Gotti
No Sammy the Bull could tell where we hide bodies
So why try me? My young niggas going kamikaze
Frank White, meet me in the lobby
Shooters got a bullet with your name on it
Always got a method to my madness, bring the pain on it
I will leave a stain on it, make me go insane on it
See me with the gang so you know I put The Game on it
Push

Drugs like we got a membership
These are the keys you cannot start a engine with
Mario Brothers, we stand on bricks
So many extendos it's like I'm the third member of the Clipse
Pharrell, why would I ever lie to you?
If it's beef, I'll pick your baby mama up, and your son
Strap that lil' nigga in his car seat, make her drive to you
Draw you out the house and let both them go
Balenciaga mask on like, "Where'd Covid go?"
Walk in Delilah's, forty deep like I own Death Row
Say it with my chest, wearing no vest though
Aftermath in the rearview, so I drove for you
Without the chain, without the ring
The one I bought with my advance when them ounces came
What 50 look like doing them verses with The Game?
Earth, Wind & Fire, Ron Isley without the cane?
And where would I be without the 'caine?
Probably the same place Aubrey Graham would be without Lil' Wayne
Same place Kendrick Lamar would be without Sherane
Same place Michael Jackson be without Jermaine
The Jackson Four just don't hit the same
We the new dope, take that Fentanyl out your veins
First thing I did was cut it when them couches came
Sold all that rock and still wouldn't vouch for Dame

Okay, I'm really one of them, chains, got a bunch of them
Brunch with billionaires, they look around like I snuck in here
Plus, I smell like money from my skully to my underwear
Couple diamond chains with some diamond chains up under there
F&N with hollow tips, I ain't with the politics
Screensaver was a room filled with a thousand bricks
You know how I'm coming, boo, make it hard to swallow it
If you don't see me shining, bitch, you need an optometrist
Leather all year 'round, call it carpet brown
Always with my dawg like I'm Charlie Brown
As far as the style, this shit is hardly found (uh)
I got the Holy Ghost, somebody calm me down
This for street niggas who ain't got their first Rollie
This for drug dealers who know when 12 patrollin'
This for real bitches that know when niggas be phony
Crime pays the most and you niggas can't afford it
Tony Alimony, married to the streets, her ass fat, legs boney (hmm)
The J's know me 'cause I used to have glass on me (glass)
And strippers know me 'cause I come and throw cash on 'em
Slap 'em like a bag, boy (yeah)
And when I take her on a date, she need a passport (uh)
I got her ass done, I got her what she asked for
I told her to bring her friend, I'ma pay for her (pay)
Then kicked her out the group chat, she had an Android
This sample sound like auntie on the dancefloor (auntie)
It sound like a hundred pounds in the bando (bando)
It sound like a f*cking coupe filled with ammo
It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'
It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (yeah)
It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (yeah)
It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'
It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'

It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse
It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse
It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse
Ridin' through Compton, hitting switches with the ass out
(You're too much too good for me)

(We got London on da Track)
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's the thuggish ruggish bone

Gotta hit 'em up
Give it to 'em like Pac when I dig 'em up
Tell a nigga, "What?"
I had to call 'em to pick him up
I got them killers with triggers
That's waitin' in front of your house 'til the sun down
Hop out the Bentley with figures, then walk in the strip club
They can't put the ones down
Nigga, tell the whole club that I Glock
Shot for shot, I'ma air at your block
I'ma put him in a knot
He came with them niggas, I'ma hit him with the dot, dot, dot
Smokin' Cubans, Cubans on my neck, I want pure gun smoke
Let a nigga know, I'ma put a snubnose to a nigga nose
All my soldiers servin' dope
Crackin' eggs, pourin' yolk
Hit the feds with the fifth, going fishin' with the pole
Never snitch, never fold, dragging Chevy's on the road
Hittin' switches, hittin' homes
When they smile, you see gold
We kickin' them doors, we wavin' them fours
We came with the blicky, just give me your cash
'Cause niggas be dyin' every twenty-four
Hand to hand with the work 'cause it give and go
So let a nigga know (we got London on da Track)
So let a nigga know
Never slippin' into it, Herbo, we get the racks

Really, really
Thugged out (I'm thuggin')
Thugged out, yeah
Thugged out (I'm thuggin')
I'm thugged out, yo
Thugged out (she thuggin')
Thugged out, yeah
Thugged out (she thuggin')
I'm thugged out

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (she thuggin')
Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (she thuggin')
Murder, I'm thugged out, thuggin'
I'm thuggin' (murder), yeah
I'm thugged out, thuggin', yeah

Herbo, I'm with the rump, skip bump
Gang bang on my block, I'm one of one
Paid homage to my opps, they got slump
Went to school with a Glock when I got jumped
Mama told me to stop, I'm her only son
Hit to do a five shots, it was only fun
Homicide came by, I was on a run
And when shit got hot, we let off a drum
I did everything under the sun
I walk on the moon
Make the whole crowd move when I walk in a room
Got two new coupes, when I start 'em and vroom
And that S-580, I'm coppin' it soon
I hop out the 'Vert when I'm poppin' at work
Nigga run up on me, he gon' pop in his tomb
Send his mama balloons, I'm mobbin' with goons
I yell, "F*ck twelve" like I'm talkin' to noon
I'm thuggin' for life
I'm just twenty-six, I went against the government twice
I'm covered in ice
Ain't none of us nice, I'll die for my brothers tonight
Stay humble, I might
I'm really that nigga, take fire and cover the mic
It's blood in my sight
I laid in the dark and just try and come to the light

Really, really
Thugged out (I'm thuggin')
Thugged out, yeah
Thugged out (I'm thuggin')
I'm thugged out, yo
Thugged out (she thuggin')
Thugged out, yeah
Thugged out (she thuggin')
I'm thugged out

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (she thuggin')
Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (she thuggin')
Murder, I'm thugged out, thuggin'
I'm thuggin' (murder), yeah
I'm thugged out, thuggin', yeah

It's about to be a murder, a bloody murder
This baby chopper eat a nigga like some Gerber
And ain't a handgun but I'm palmin' it, normally I tote an armory
And this Tommy gun on me, prefer that you call him, "Thomas"
And them long guns spit like Bone Thugs, leave you boneless, nigga
Pick you off like pepperoni, nigga
I got horsepower, you a pony, nigga
I ain't got opponents nigga
Meet me at the crossroads 'cause you ain't on them corners, nigga
Thuggers and Bone Thugs, met Young Thug to a grown thug
Bone a bitch like PornHub
She gon' miss me like Uncle (Charles?)'S blood
M squeeze, I just lick 'em off
M-d, all these (?)
Chuck T's, go the ravens on 'em
Big B's, call me "Barry Bonds", yeah
Big B's, call me "Barry Bonds", yeah
Big B's, call me "Barry Bonds", yeah
M squeeze, I just lick 'em off
Big beam, got the red beam on
Big B's, call me "Barry Bonds", yeah

Really, really
Thugged out (I'm thuggin')
Thugged out, yeah
Thugged out (I'm thuggin')
I'm thugged out, yo
Thugged out (she thuggin')
Thugged out, yeah
Thugged out (she thuggin')
I'm thugged out

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (she thuggin')
Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (she thuggin')
Murder, I'm thugged out, thuggin'
I'm thuggin' (murder), yeah
I'm thugged out, thuggin', yeah

Yo son, if that nigga prodigy was standin' in my face right now
He'll say "yo, Dunn, you know I really f*ck with you"
That's why a nigga out here in Kingston, smokin' the la
Playin' nothin' but Mobb Deep on this motherf*ckin' (get away)
And the first beat I ever had on The Documentary came from that nigga Havoc
So I gotta thank (you)
Looked out for a nigga, I owe you one

If I could start from scratch, I'd change hella shit
Would've never went to Hot97 with hella clips
Wouldn't have took Yayo spot even though he irrelevant
I could've left them niggas alive, now I'm stuck with they skeletons
I defended Nas, Joe and 'Kiss, like f*ck this group shit
Murder was the case, so I was in New York on my Snoop shit
Shouldn't have told this nigga I'm ridin' in his coupe with
Everybody a opp, shoot, I don't care who you hit
Should've married my baby mama
Either one, probably save me from the drama
Made where my kids stay hotter than a sauna
Had me runnin' from my karma, sometimes a nigga gotta (get away)
Take some time off, clear my head, clear your thoughts
If and when them lines cross
I hop up in a beamer with your girl, you ain't seen her
'Cause we headed to Jamaica on a (getaway)

If my opps listenin', f*ck (you)
Sometimes a nigga gotta (get away)
Middle finger in the air, f*ck (you)
If I get locked with the Glock
Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (getaway)

If I can rewind the hands of time
I would've walked in the club and let it blam with Shyne
I would've told Big about the Rampart
If you ain't from here, don't come here, you feel it in the air
Just (get away) stay dangerous
And when I got the stainless, I aimed it
Middle finger in the air, f*ck (you) and your family, nigga
Picture me sellin' my soul for a Grammy, nigga
If I could start it all over, I would've have went there tipsy
And clapped when they gave it to Missy
It ain't no jealousy with (you) like that convo with Jay
Maybe I misunderstood what he was tryna say
I had to (get away) and head back to L.A.
Keep it real, I ain't talked to Hov' again to this day
If I wasn't hardheaded, could've been signed to the Roc
But I'm not, blown opportunity, too many shots
I let it (get away)

If my opps listenin', f*ck (you)
Sometimes a nigga gotta (get away)
Middle finger in the air, f*ck (you)
If I get locked with the Glock
Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (get away)
You ain't been f*ckin' with me all this time
Stay there, f*ck (you)
This rap shit'll take your life
So sometimes you gotta (get away)

Do women sit on social media
You sit around , "Oh, everybody killin' everybody" (yes)
But you never tell the truth
That it's been a thousand shootings and homicides
Trickle back down to you runnin' your f*ckin' mouth
Or you callin' somebody, and exaggeratin' 'cause you feel disrespected
Stop callin' people
You get into an argument with somebody on the block
That's it, leave it there
You call your brother, now these niggas goin' through it the whole summer
And then somebody child die 'bout it
That, that's your fault

Been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears
Niggas is dead and shit
The f*ck else can happen, yo?
Won't think once more or some, I'm out, man
I done seen it all, done been through it all
Let y'all niggas know right now, word to mother, for real, for real
That's the truth, y'all lyin'

What we not gon' do is look at the next man jewelry
Real or fake, all the shinin' ain't new to me
I'm only interested in the opposite sex
'Cause when the sex get monogamous, I get a text
Like "Who you in the club with? Why you next to her?"
'Cause women all the wallpaper when I'm decoratin' earth
What we not gon' do is talk about how you hurt
When you was online earlier talkin' 'bout your purse
All she did was twerk, what you doin' now is worse
Guess bein' in a relationship is like a gift and a curse
And I got the blueprint too, so excuse me miss
The AP out, that's when the room get lit
And I maneuver through the club with the tool equipped
Put niggas on ice, you ain't met a nigga cool as this
So stop with all the receipts, 'cause the proof is this
I ain't even shoot my shot, I had to assist
And how rude is this, you went through my shit
You make a ass out of you and me, assumin' shit
I told you the truth, how you gon' tell me?
When I knew me longer than you, it's only been six months

So what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do
When you called the cops on me, you called the cops on you
You in a situation, I ain't tryna knock on door
But don't f*ck up mine
'Cause what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do

It's a lot of real niggas not here to speak for themselves
That's where I come in
To stand in the gap between them and what needs to be heard

I got the Drac', but I'm out y'all view
Meanin' I got the drop, but the top don't move
And you gon' need a plot, if I'm plottin' on you
Call the block on me, I put the block on you
I might drive out to Vegas, let two Glocks loose
It's a Suge Knight, the seven-forty Tupac proof
Your homie use you as a shield, so who shot you?
And you got everybody back, but who got you?
And what we not gon' do is say the murders unsolved
But they givin' football numbers if you murder the law
I know a nigga had an argument that led to his death
I know if they ain't never argued, then he would never left
I got a neighbor bein' held against his will
Jumped off, slapped the star, she ain't satisfy still
That's why I'm gon' chill (chill)
'Cause when your girl the biggest stepper, it's hard to swallow that pill
Nah, nigga

What we not gon' do is what we not gon' do
When you called the cops on me, you called the cops on you
You in a situation, I ain't tryna knock on door
But don't f*ck up mine
'Cause what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do

Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight

Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause I'm a G.O.A.T in the roadster, sandlot
Big dawg, baseball, sniffin' 'til your face off
Only makin' short stops, the Apple call me A-Rod
This is 30-for-30, out the six-god
Everybody Thanos 'til you show up with a hit squad
Brick squad, ten-seventeen out the trunk
Timbaland know the chopper go bra-rum-ba-bum-bum
Billie Eilish, I go stylish, Ivan Drago wrist rocky
Nigga, I go viral, suicidal doors up, touch the Eiffel
On a cross next to Yeezy like they crucified you
Michael, Michael Jordan, Tyson, Michael Myers
Grab the mic and I'm a killer for hire, man
On the freeway, dippin' with IMA
Don Cheadle when I'm grippin' the iron, man
Ye

I'm him, I'm him, I'm, I'm
I'm him, I'm him, I might have to drop the Yeezy swim
Just, just to get Yeezy to swim
She said, "Yeezy need to drop it in her windpipe" (her windpipe)
Still ain't met a ho that I didn't wife (didn't wife)
"Since his mama passed, he ain't been right" (been right)
Rich nigga shit, this a different life (different life)
Shit too cloudy when you get your ice (get your ice)
Old school Audi, man, that shit nice (shit nice)
Two joints hangin' out the balcony
If another bitch give me The Alchemy
Tell me this her favorite book, what I'm bound to see?
What, what, what, what?
How many niggas had it out for me?
Did you tell your girlfriends that you down to leave? (To leave)

You so fortunate (fortunate)
'Cause we doin' it big, notorious ('torious)
You so fortunate (fortunate)
You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it (forcin' it)
You so fortunate (fortunate)
She the drink champ, she NORE'd it (NORE'd it)
I can tell, I can, I can tell
She the G.O.A.T.
I can tell, I can, I can tell

Ayy
I'm so fortunate, I put the stars in the ceilin' like a ornament
Yeah, hour-glass body so proportionate
I'm under thirty with a thirty like the Forbes and shit
You know I'm with The Game
If all my niggas throwing up the letter B (the letter B)
You know I'm with Ye when I say it ain't nothin' that you tellin' me
Make a white nigga switch his PornHub to ebony
I went from Berettas and the shotta to keepin' that berretta clean
Like f*ck a bank, I count it like calculators
We movin' one step ahead of you, every move calculated
Don't ask me 'bout the opps, we slid, they evacuated
You come on the block, you gotta check in like a baggage claim, nigga
Big dreams (big dreams)

Timbo the king (Timbo the king)
Nigga, Ye had us in Miami writin' for a month
We kept a sixteen as told

I told her give me neck like flamingos
Tú tienes novio, Numinatti lingo
Diamonds like a stripper name, start like Ringo
I'm with Ye lookin' for a Christian to mingle
Gray sweats, mink coat
They gon' see the AK-47 talkin' all that jazz, I'm Caralingo
Last night I was in the Chi, sippin' Barefoot
How I end up all the way in Paris with a pink toe?
Just got a passport, I ain't even ask for it
When you run around with Ye, he got the cash for it (cash for it)
Balenciaga in the living room, I ain't even open the box yet
Box card, box cutter, got these niggas boxed in
What you expect from a nigga out the projects?
No contest, I told her in bed, I'm MB
You just gotta trust the process (process)

You so fortunate (fortunate)
'Cause we doin' it big, notorious ('torious)
You so fortunate (fortunate)
You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it (forcin' it)
You so fortunate (fortunate)
She the drink champ, she NORE'd it (NORE'd it)
I can tell, I can, I can tell
She the G.O.A.T.
I can tell, I can, I can tell

Ayy, oh

Ever since I was a nigga 'bout to look in the bitches' bottoms
I was knowing that I would just get to rock 'em and stick 'em proper
With the pockets, the style's got fat as a hippopotamus
I got with her, then I'ma get on top of her (ooh)
Peepin' up through my oculars, I could just put a cock in a stroke
And I'm like my nina when I be cockin' the lock and the load
Lay her on the Ottoman until I could just have her legs
Drop on my body like she a octopus
Then I'ma putting 'em back in my hand then get to humpin' and pumpin'
Hit the button 'cause shorty think it's a pumpkin
Don't get to frontin', I love it when she suckin'
Even better when I be toppin' that apple and when I go hit that onion
I cuff her then I f*ck her on the couch
Stand up, then I put it in her mouth
While she suckin', I be makin' sounds
Lay her down then I eat her out, uh
Face all up in the pussy, I made it mushy
I'm working my tongue up 'til it was gushy
Like singing a la-la, ba-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
When I'm makin' her feel so much pleasure she gotta push me away from her
When I lay with her 'cause I don't play with her
I could teach you how to shoot, and my homie, he got flame
Give her one of us and they never gon' be the same
Don't get it twisted with Twista, don't play no games with Game
We can

Won't stop, right outside of you
I would die for you
This love, it's bulletproof
Don't stop, I'm waiting
They don't know about this love

Yo, that song he did over top of that old-school Missy record
Yo, that record is crazy

Yeah, ooh-oh
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Yeah, yeah

From 3AM 'til foreplay
The innocent, okay
Tempted to shave
Text her, "Man, you gon' be late"
'Cause we, Kool-Aid
Turn back both ways
If I throw you 'round, what you gon' do?
I climb on top and I'ma kiss you
This is for me
Sleep in it while we sleep (yeah)
I don't know what you think for if it ain't coming from me
Stroke 'til you won't see
Girl, you know it's so special, it's a movie scene
When we leave

Can't lie, girl, you top five, and you not four, three or two
You the one
You the moon, you the sun
I'm the star, you the gun
I'm the air, you the lung
And you can't breathe without me, huh
Your neck on freeze, you diamonded up
Shinin', no need for reminders, you one of one
Locked up, Cartier
She got surprised when we hopped in the car with Ye
We in Paris on the runway
You gon' be walkin' down the aisle one day
Now we here, what a view
Twenty carats, what if you
Said yes, I'll be at the altar, standing where, standing right next to you
She don't be trippin' on bitches
I don't be trippin' on niggas, we won
My ex called my phone, we on FaceTime, I looked her in the face, said, "We done"
She told me, "You ain't never had a love like this before
You ain't never had a iced out wrist before"
She told me that she used to f*ck with Chris before
I said, "I bet he never f*ck you like this before"
With the candles burnin' and the fireplace lit
If it ain't like this, it's a violation
Hit her violins when I'm slidin' in
When I'm slidin' out, she retirin'
So it ain't no doubt I was wearing that ass out
Ass like Rubi Rose, I had to cash out
She don't get it twice a week, she lash out
Came back with a Birkin like, "F*ck is you mad 'bout, Stink?"

Gettin' deep since we, let your cell phone ring
Gettin' a text, it's from your boyfriend
When it's shinin', f*ck you 'til you sleep
Late night summer heat
Kissin', tuggin', lockin' lips, can't see nothing
Ooh, focused on your acceleration
Textin' on the shadow of you
I feel fitness, strokin' from the distanc
Tell me what they want me to do
Yeah

Yo, what up? Umm
Yeah, I just wanted to check back in with you
You know that feature thing
Feature thing's probably not gonna work out right now
It's just, umm, just got a lot goin' on, you know
I was, I was all over Europe
I had to do like, the meets to Saint-Tropez, you know
I had to live that saga of my life, you know?
Just on my Dhristiano Ronaldo shit
You know, I had to go super yacht on 'em
Play the new album, you know how that goes
And then, I don't know, back home now
You know, I just acquired like, a bunch of new property
So I'm just, you know, in the middle of negotiatin' those deals
And then, you know, obviously, I don't really talk about this
But, you know, it's like, I'm workin'
I'm workin' on the side with the Ministry of Defense in Canada
So, you know, that job is just weighin' heavy on me
You know what I'm sayin'?
Umm, and then, obviously, you know, I still do music too, man
So, yeah, I got a lot goin' on, brother
I apologize, umm, but I'll catch you though, for sure
I know you keep sayin', "Ah, this is my last album"
I know this not the last one, so umm, yeah
We'll get to it, man
You know, but God bless, lookin' forward to hearin' it

Ayo, Game, we goin' to Colombia
Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Puerto Rico, Cuba
(Another one, another one)
You know what it is
When you hear that, "Haan"
Montana, Chuck, chill out, skrrt

Pour two shots back in my cup
I'm litty, she litty, and we anticipatin' one hard f*ck
I'm lit, just like the leaf that's rollin' my marijuana
And what's in my cup, it just won't stay in my cup, oh

Might be too much, way too sexy, work it for me
Stroke it, stroke it too fast, since you met me
I've been callin', callin' you up
Ooh, you know the way I get down
Callin' your bluff, girl, come sex me, yeah

Blancilo, landin' in the heelo
Scuff the Yeezy slides, Adidas, adios
No, we ain't in Vegas, no, we ain't in Rio
This brick inside the Phantom got me feelin' like a kilo
Three buttons open (buttons open), on the Fendi (on the Fendi)
Got me feelin' like a scene in Casino
She know, where we go, it's no Wi-Fi
Get off the 'Gram, leave the filter, tell 'em both, "Bye bye"
I put the gram with the filter, now we both sky high
Somewhere where they doin' Muay-Thai, sippin' Mai Tai's
And my ties is to they city that stole air from Biggie
So I'm pourin' Deleon like I'm Diddy, who you with?
Champagne rain, we ain't toastin' (we ain't toastin')
When we catch a wave, it's Frank Ocean (Frank Ocean)
We international, French open
French dip, French manicures, French smokin' (haan)

Pour two shots back in my cup
I'm litty, she litty, and we anticipatin' one hard f*ck
I'm lit, just like the leaf that's rollin' my marijuana
And what's in my cup, it just won't stay in my cup, oh (Montana, ayy)

Push the envelope ('lope), drinkin' and smoke (smoke)
Got the club jumpin' like Earl Manigault ('Gault)
Around the competition, I done ran a hunnid laps (ah)
Be my Ari, I'ma hit you with the money bags (woo)
Locks in the streets (street), lock chemistry ('try)
Block energy ('gy), Ciroc, Hennessey ('sy)
She wanna change her last name for the G.O.a.t (G.O.a.t)
'Cause I wrote her name with a million on the floor (cash)
F*ck the internet ('net), we really livin' that (that)
Pink slippin' that (that), take the rental back (back)
Drop automatic ('matic), really cinematic ('matic)
Social distance on a yacht, can't drop the addy (woo)
Snipe your favorite actress and keep it super low (low)
Me and Game on an island, watchin' the Super Bowl (haan)
Love changes, city of angels
No love like new love, f*ck it, like strangers (haan)
Montana

Pour two shots back in my cup
I'm litty, she litty, and we anticipatin' one hard f*ck
I'm lit, just like the leaf that's rollin' my marijuana
And what's in my cup, it just won't stay in my cup, oh

Might be too much, way too sexy, work it for me
Stroke it, stroke it too fast, since you met me
I've been callin', callin' you up
Ooh, you know the way I get down
Callin' your bluff, girl, come sex me, yeah

Ayo, Game, they ain't believe in us
God did

Meek Milly, uh
I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo)
Too many stitch in my bando (yeah)
All we touch is that brick talk (brick talk)
Nigga Kyrie with the handles (skrr, skrr)
Everybody poppin', it's lit shit (lit shit)
'Til we come blow out your candles (brr)
Young nigga poppin' that big shit (big shit)
And it stay shinin' like a sandal, whoa, wait (shee)
Chanel on my bitch
Ain't gottta tell you to tell that I'm rich
Get out of pocket, we murder your dawg
.40 stop barkin' and turn him a Vic'
Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss
I put the call and they comin' to hit
Strappin' like we never heard of the law
One thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch (huh)
You was just talkin' like justice reform
F*ck is you doin'? Aw man (f*ck is you doin'? Aw man)
I've been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and selling hard tan
Shawty wanna Netflix, chill
I don't really wanna kick it, Van Damme (yeah)
I'm the type to f*ck a bad bitch first night
Then the ho out like Pam

Ayy (ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice
So talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and f*ck up your wife
We do what we like (yeah)
Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah
To f*ck up a life (to f*ck up a life)
The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face (blue face)
It come a few ways, yeah yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too cray, if I do say so myself

Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?)
I came to step on shit (step on shit)
Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?)
I'm on my effin' shit (effin' shit)
Been had the fifty clip
He wen on my second shit
This time we got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament
I throw the money bags, yo, that's why my section lit
And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head
She suckin' on peppermints
Grammy nominated, forty million records sold
That's not what a legend is
The Draco was camouflage, 'cause the side of the Fendi it's leopard print
Niggas still smokin' Chronic? Pfft
I got a bitch in the Netherlands, all out of element
Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn
She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on a elephant
I f*cked her on date two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence
They killin' rap niggas, I'm losin' competitors
I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than
Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is
And you know I'm gang related, let us in
I came with my relatives and tonight

Ayy (ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice
So talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and f*ck up your wife
We do what we like (yeah)
Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah
To f*ck up a life (to f*ck up a life)
The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face (blue face)
It come a few ways, yeah yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too cray, if I do say so myself

Talk to me nice, lil' bitch
I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of shit (don't do that)
Too player, its in me not on me
I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (yeah, yeah)
Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets
'Fore I purchased the drank, I gave her the kids
Had to make sure it's right (muah)
They tryna say we bipolar (why?)
Me and this Glock gotta quit
Fifty some racks for a six hour flight
Just to run back around, I'ma be back tonight
Talk to me nice you don't get a me twice (nah)
F*ck all them blogs tryna use me for hype (lil' bitch)
In the bando with no lights where you find us (been trappin')
We was just mindin' us (locked in)
Money in front me, bullshit behind us (focus)
We jut vibin', don't mind us (yeah, yeah)
Bloody Lamborghini Urus, she was moppin' while I'm steerin'
AR pistol, I'm ensured
Won't let you take me from my children
Choppas, brrr, brr, VVS's chillin', brr
No cup, all I sip is is prr
Fly before I board the Lear (Big Bagg)

Ayy (ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice
So talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and f*ck up your wife
We do what we like (yeah)
Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah
To f*ck up a life (to f*ck up a life)
The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face (blue face)
It come a few ways, yeah yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too cray, if I do say so myself

Ayy, Swizz
Lemme talk to 'em

"It's game time", what the AP said
Shoutout to every bad bitch that gave me head
"F*ck you", to every nigga that pray me dead
I'm alive, you gotta deal with me, Jay-Z dreads
Drop the top, let the AC spread
Tell every rapper 'cept him and Nas to come and break me bread
My morale cannot be stepped on
I'm the real middle child
Niggas get smoked like all the roaches I done slept on, don't get me started
Who am I? I am the big homie, the Lil' Wayne Carter
They tryna throw the book at blood, but I'm the author
I can still say Nine-Trey and my bandana stretch farther than New York
It's like I'm walkin' on water
How I end up in Heathrow with the Draco inside of my joggings?
'Til I'm back on the west side with my gun
Livin' in Conway, butcherin' Swizz Beatz, and beef is always the entree
Sup, Andre? Far as the rest of you niggas
Slide on you, mask on, nigga, I'm Ye
Yeah, style on you bitches
Flyin' birds before OVO put the owl on the stitches
I've been in the mix, DeLeon with the FN on
It's hit or miss
They sayin' "Rest in peace", 'cause I let it rip
I used to rock it ASAP when I flick the wrist
Now this nigga A$AP Rocky hoppin' in the whip

Uh, yeah (A$AP, nigga)
Nigga, Harlem World to the west coast, nigga
You know how fly niggas collide, uh (Zombie on the track)

Coupe de Ville money (what?) Hooper deal money (what?)
New face hunnids, honey, we don't peel twenties (what?)
Blue face, my boo cakes will probably steal from me (c'mon)
In a new place but got dudes that shoot and kill for me (yeah)
They look and stare funny (yeah), but them hookers still love me (yeah)
Do it for the shooters 'cause the shooters feel for me (oh)
I do it for the bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (yeah)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes
Pi'erre goons with the (?) in your coupe doin' burnouts
Make your boo wear the perm up, pretty nigga that you heard 'bout
Ya heard, I heard a word around the curb I took your bird out (yeah)
She be with the bad hoes, I just f*ck to get the word out
Special announcement, new Loewe on the way, can you pronounce it? (Bitch)
You cop the clothes they give away, I'm in my house with (bitch)
I'm with your housewife, trying on my outfits
Taking off her blouses

More money, more cash, more clothes (what?)
Money, cash, clothes, money cash, clothes (c'mon)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (what?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (let's go)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)

Rocky, you got Riri, let me have them now
Balenciaga bomber coat, I take hand me downs
Especially if it's from A$AP, Harlem World, Mase back
Hit 'em with the Diddy Glock .9, tell 'em take that
He always keep the clips on 'em, marble floor, tip-toein'
AP got the crib glowin', yeah
Now she naked in the Rick Owens
I'm runnin' 'round the mansion with the blick showin'
Calvin Klein briefs with my dick showin'
All black Prada bucket and I got a Chrome Heart
Virgil died, not a inch of Louis, now we Goyard
Go hard, Avirex leather with the Numi logo
Horse in the carriage, sticks on us comin' through in Polo
Hunnid in the black whip, hunnid in the tail fin
Dapper Dan, Gucci'd down when I was on welfare
Yeezy slidin' across the stage, the Grammy award goes
Anything is possible, Drake got cornrows

More money, more cash, more clothes (what?)
Money, cash, clothes, money cash, clothes (c'mon)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (what?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (let's go)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)

Now my insulation cost a Maybach
Yeah and your intuition costs like eight racks
Yeah, and my intuition got me laid back
F*ck your intermission, bitch it's A$AP
Nigga, word to Game's butterfly face tat, where he got L.A. at
Send a couple bloody guys to slide where you lay at
So hide where you stay at, reside where you pray at
You scared, go to church
This ain't a purse, it's a murse, nigga

Nah, son, this ain't a Maybach
This a hearse, nigga
Tell her that the Birkin ain't a gift, it's a curse, nigga
Hit 'em where it hurt, pull up right where your fam lay
My alibi? I was with A$AP on Yams day
Howard homecoming when the Draco let the band play
Gold inside a Lamb' chop, dip the Killa Cam way
Free Gunna, free Thug, that's all I can say
They tryna hit a nigga with the RICO off a handshake

More money, more cash, more clothes (what?)
Money, cash, clothes, money cash, clothes (c'mon)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (what?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (let's go)
More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon)

Woo, woo
They talkin' bout real niggas back in style
Look, we never went nowhere
We just had to turn to a secret society
'Cause too many sucka niggas got a blue check
And thought they was somebody
You know who I'm with
(Killas, killas, killas)

Brand new Richard Mille
Timbs on when I step through the city
Gucci North Face when it get chilly
See them robbers? Yeah, them killas is with me
Killas, on top of the buildings, killas
I'm droppin' the ceiling, killas
She left you on read to hop in this red Maybach with the killas
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
'Cause we got them FNs, she sneak 'em inside
We takin' them shots, but you still alive
We eyein' your section, yeah, we 'bout to slide
We roll up our sleeves, we light up your Live
We don't wanna dead it, we ready to die
Meet you in Heaven, we up in the sky

Tell God we killas
Killas, killas, killas
Killas, killas, killas
Tell God we killas
Killas, killas, kill
Killas, killas, killas, huh

She textin' me (right), he wan' take her phone (damn)
She broke his heart (so?), He wanna break her bones (oh)
Talkin' bout you bad (bad), every time I make her moan (moan)
Said she ran the crib, you Kyrie, you couldn't play at home (sheesh)
Wanna know about me, just ask, nigga
They'll tell you that I'm that nigga
Two hoes, Jack Tripper
Don't confuse me with these rap niggas
My .45'll still slap niggas
Worse than that, I'll spray the MAC, nigga
Don't play with Game and don't play no games
Wanna play games, they got apps, nigga (apps, nigga)
Cargo off of Biscayne, twenty-four acres in Spain
But go to Google, type in "Harlem"
What pop up? My nickname, it's

Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa

I'm finna go catch me a body
She up in the lobby, I think her name Dotty
She f*ck with them Saudis, she be in them Audis
Pink toes, Cam said she a thotty
I be in Abu Dhabi
Lewis Hamilton head-ass nigga, racin' Ferraris
Richard Mille on chill
Playboy, this watch is a Carti'
I stepped on her Valentinos with my Air Forces on
Think I said sorry?
F*ck I look like, Steve Harvey?
Money bags got her acting like she Ari (she not)
Saweetie, Kehlani, Mulatto, Normani
And her, yeah, her
The one with the dots, both queens
Nicki and Naija, Rubi and Siza
My bad, SZA
Lizzo, she a killa
Chloe Bailey, she a killa
Can't forget about her sister
She a killa
Dream Doll, killa
To be a killa, you gotta be BIA
Brown skin, I need a Lupita
Type of chick I could vibe with
Hold the Draco for me, slide with
Rick Owen boots make her 6'5"
But when she f*ckin', she 5'6"
Got a threesome for the wi-fi
Gave it to her, got a high five
No reception in the high rise
Shoulder shrug, bye-bye
Least you leavin' with a

Brand new Richard Mille
Timbs on when I step through the city
Gucci North Face when it get chilly
See them robbers? Yeah, them killas is with me
Killas, on top of the buildings, killas
I'm droppin' the ceiling, killas
She left you on read to hop in this red Maybach with the killas
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
'Cause we got them FNs, she sneak 'em inside
We takin' them shots, but you still alive
We eyein' your section, yeah, we 'bout to slide
We roll up our sleeves, we light up your Live
We don't wanna dead it, we ready to die
Meet you in Heaven, we up in the sky

Tell God we killas
Killas, killas, killas
Killas, killas, killas
Tell God we killas

Hey, grandma
Yeah, I'm still out makin' my Uber runs
I'll be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you too

G-G-G-G, Shady
Shady Aftermath (yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go
Yeah (G-G)

I don't think they know who they f*ckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

It's Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane
Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your podcast
Tell the bitch on the show just to lick the tip
It's ridiculous, she watchin' it grow
Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash into a light bolt
Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede
And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Philippines
Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don't intervene
While I'm smashin' Saweetie pussy to smithereens
It's the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I'm him
Puttin' this big black dick in your Skims

I don't think they know who they f*ckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night
I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night
Chopped his body up and forgot where I placed it last night
Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn't taste it last night
Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion
Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum, I'm with 40 goin' dumb
Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians at Drake house
Havin' a stakeout
And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef?
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So let's play house with the Dracos and the ARs
Stay the f*ck up off of Stanley grass and take a shit in they yard
And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet
(Here it is, another BBL)
My dick get little on the internet
My intellect is NFTs and Cryptos
I can never be a Crip, though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's

Chuck?
Yeah
Hey man, let's get you out the rain
Good lookin', how's your night goin', bro?
I'm cool, man, you don't need that mask
Nobody cares about that shit anymore
You got a charger up there with you?
Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good lookin', homie
Ayo, I really f*ck with that Starter cap, that shit hard as f*ck
Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace (what?)
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago (damn)
It's my favorite
Can I see that shit for a minute?
Uh, yeah, sure
Oh, shit, this motherf*cker autographed and everything
Who signed it for you?
Eminem
He used to be like this rap God
Man, me and my brother praised him
But that's when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff
Whoa, wait
I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have a gu-? (Yo, shut the f*ck up)
Ayy, man, I'm drivin', I'll get you there wait
I'll take you, I'm a fan (stop lookin' back, stop lookin' back here)
It's cool, dude, man, you don't need to do this (focus on the f*cking road)
Okay (yo, come on, man)
Alright (drive)
Alright, alright (drive)
We'll go, we'll go (shut the f*ck up)
Alright

Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC-10
One thing you can never have is my motherf*ckin' black skin
This ain't no suit that I wore
This ain't a mansion, a hangin' plaque, this ain't no stupid award
So, oh, he goes platinum
And, oh, I'm on the 'Math with him
He got all the blackest friends
He wants to be African, me
Left for dead on the Dr.'s Advocate
Dre never executive produced it, I just imagined it
Oh, here goes the magic tricks
Canady shops and the magic stick
D'Angelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again
You depressed, you just maskin' it
You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin
But the math wasn't mathin-in'
So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind
With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's
When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da 5'9
I just crossed a fine line
Might just force the white guy to call D12
So he can be the pork they grind, swine
And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car
I'd rather listen to Snith9ine like sixty-nine times
And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you
You're a Karen, call the cops
Tell 'em it's a black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it cocked
And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop
He standin' on a teal drop and he says he can feel Pac in the air
Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin'
(Ah, Epstein's chasin' me around Epstein island)
So silence, I'm, I'm thinkin', uh, mm
Nothin' rhymes with orange
So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please stand up
Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could 40-Glock you, unarmed
Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with me and she's unharmed for now (Dad, I'm really scared)
These is the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defense
'Cause G's ain't supposed to fold up
With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up
I'm cold as Covid, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona
The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona
On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin' Jehovah
The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (how it feel?)
Twenty-three years, still ain't penetratin' the culture
You are not top five in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes
No Andre, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies
Sniff a white line, this the right time
I Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy

I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I'm not Mr. Nice Guy
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
Dre know, I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
Way to f*ckin' go

You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope
Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in the scope
('Cause I'm shady) shadier than him
(I'm crazy) crazier than Kim
So when the bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings
I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains
Oh, you think I'm a joker? Well, riddle me this
You love your mother?
Well, I'm cleanin' out your closet for you and your half-brother
And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanted to go to 8 Mile
'Cause when I was little, to get some M&M's, I had to walk eight miles
But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life is on loop
That's why I'm doggy in style, 'cause niggas rather bump Snoop
And I'm a lyrical .50 cal, leave his brains all thin, wind
The games all endin', the chainsaw (vrinn vrinn)
Hello? Hello? Pagin' Dr. Dre?
He ain't got a lot to say
But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you
Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt'
And force 'em back in the cocoon
Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?
The chick on the show wasn't pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you
So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana
You wish you was Santana or Cam in them ten Jays
Durag for ten years and never had one wave
And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave
And some say he would be back to haunt Slim Shady one day
Now I'm here, hope you ready, this is not mom's spaghetti
This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil' Debbie
He takes the cake
'Cause she was only fifteen
So how could one not sympathize with her havin' you as a teen?
She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams
Just to see her son out here lookin' like a wigger in jeans (yeah)
Little Marshall Mathers
Mad 'cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters
That sentiment's hard to gather
Let's get this shit all together, the picture was ripped, I fixed it
But none with me, you, and 50, let's stitch this shit all together
You like it, Slim? I made it just for you
I even kidnapped Stan's brother and baited him here for you
But you would just say, "No"
Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, He just missed your soul
You ain't a shell of who you used to be
And after you, it's me, on the Uzi spree like it's two of me
And Matthew's dead now, it's just you and me
The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry
Umm, is that cultural appropriation?
Ask Paul if it's even appropriate for me to make that statement
Rude of me, how your date went?
Did you re-dye your beard or ger another face lift?
Or do shrooms in your mom's basement?
Until you nod and see spaceships
And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talent's wasted
Then you wake up and you ain't shit
I know you fiendin' for a Dr. Dre bass hit
How ironic, an addict in a basement
And now I chronic, 'cause I done had it with the fake shit
You never understood ebonics or a cadence
I press everything like a weight bench
And every time the play hits, you off another playlist
Sorry, it ain't workin' out
Niggas shootin' Billy Blanks (it's my winner's speech)
While I'm here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray
My other twelve personalities wasn't really in the mood today
Hi kids, here's some fun, let's all say, "Nigga" once
Crashed the car, hit and run
Jumped out, hid the gun
Your fans want a rap god, well f*ck it, I'ma give him one
I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one

Mr. Shady, don't be shady
Pick that pen up, don't be lazy
Call up Dre and get that Dre beat
Jump off stage if shit get crazy
Mr. Shady, don't be shady
Pick that pen up, don't be lazy
Call up Dre and get that Dre beat
Jump off stage if shit get crazy

Ayo Hit', it's time
Yeah, whoa, ayy, look

F*ck the bullshit, the mood is full clip
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (whoa)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

All F's, nigga
Hangin' out the window with the all black TEC
Nigga, this Maybach (stupid)
I took off the roof quick, Dior Jordans
Yeah, I'm steppin' in new kicks
We pull up to the Ruth Chris, it's Mazeltov
Put the beam on and take the nozzle off
Empty the clip and drop this model off
I'm in this Off-White Virgil
Angel wings on the hood, ain't no Rolls Royce commercials
Richard Millies, wrist on silly
Million dollars worth of game like Wallo, Gillie
I know Meek, I know Beanz, I sold Peedi crack
I'm on the freeway, I know Philly, nigga

F*ck the bullshit, the mood is full clip
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (whoa)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

My drive on a hunnid, I just pray that I never crash (swerve)
Chuck lettin' choppers fly in here with no heli' pad
I throw my weight around, niggas wish I would scale it back (damn)
I'm either the best that she ever had or never had (for real)
I D-O, I-T, it's me, ho (I do it)
Niggas on Rodeo, dumpin' like rodeos
Scratch that, I'm Preemo, bullets go Dan Marino (beast)
Don Vito, call the shots, go Tarantino (boy)
High-key when I speak, this shit a key note
Covered in all red, I'm supreme, ho
Whole team go (stupid)
She say I'm the most beautiful nigga she ever seen (damn)
Black don't crack, my Glock forever seventeen (damn)
Okay, I might let my soul glow like the the '70's
A real rolling stone on the cover of Ebony
I've been f*ckin' with The Game forever, I'm not a referee (no way)
R.I.P some niggas still alive, they just dead to me (lil' bitch)

F*ck the bullshit, the mood is full clip
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (whoa)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

She loved me when I was bald, the gangster Chico DeBarge
I told her, "Shoot for the stars", the shell cases on Mars
Pull up to my garage and now she wanna menage
I put a girl in an Uber, she here, I'm 'bout to f*ck y'all (stupid)
But I make smart moves
Sharks in the water, guess who got a lil' harpoon
Quick draw, no cartoons (cartoons), her head game insane
Put a ring on the pinky, 'cause that brain is (stupid)
Like the diamonds in my Cuban link
Flex on you niggas like Killa Cam, doin' pink
But my set never dippin', Shabba Ranks when I'm drippin'
Got them things in the kitchen, just remove the sink

F*ck the bullshit, the mood is full clip
Ten X to play, man, that's my new shit (whoa)
Invest in a business and some new tits
Bang it out the window, man, this shit goin' stupid

I could talk your baby mama out her panty drawers
Every day it's Cripmas, my son know his daddy Santa Claus
Busting my clip if I decide to up it and set it off
My ex bitch thought she was the best until she seen I was better off

.38 revolver, watch it wind up, baby
On the horn like a rhino, get you lined up, baby
Throw your Rollie in the sky, then your time's up, baby
Like them drivers in LAX, we throw them signs up, baby
Don't sign up to get signed off
I wish death on you and them niggas that lined off
It be the nigga in the picture with you
That'll take you out the picture, used to kick it with you
Why you niggas wanna frame me?
'Cause I got it out the mud like the military trained me?
And here's something you should know
Me and 50 ain't never did a show
Imagine if we did
We would've passed down that BMF power to our kids
I had that G-Unit bandana wrapped around my face
Niggas kicked me out the group then, murder was the case

It's that .38 Special
It's that .38 Special

Timbo, baby
Niggas put you on The Game, now the tempo crazy
I've been all around New York in my Timbos lately
Big steppin' out the Porsche, tinted windows, baby
Westside highway, blowing indo, baby
Stick on me, it's The Game, not Nintendo, baby
Put on any instrumental and watch him go crazy
Drac' on me, I've been drilling since the intro, baby
I'm a pimp though, baby, ain't no limp though, baby
I tell these hoes, "Run my money over Venmo", baby
And this shit go crazy, I know them niggas gon' hate me
I take a brick and make it flip and tell your bitch "come break me"
They say he's that nigga, the K is Jack Ripper
If they play my shit backwards, they play me back, Jigga
They say he that nigga like Dre, Three Stacks with him
If they play this shit backwards, they playing me back, Jigga

It's that .38 Special
It's that .38 Special

If I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love, I love you

My little niggas come through drillin' shit
You know how many times I try to talk 'em out of killin' shit?
But they don't listen to me, they listen to NBA YoungBoy
Said "I'll never be broke again", and I love 'em, they my young boys
It's Compton, nigga, where everybody got heat
Even Walmart came through and stepped on the Compton swap meet
We lost niggas, and we found niggas
We swim through rival neighborhoods until we drown, nigga
And we don't need Joe Biden for crack pipes, we got 'em, nigga
I know glass blowers who braid hair in the bottoms, nigga
I know smokers that still alive, after bad drugs
I know some jakes that never made it out that bathtub
I know some niggas, masked up, ready to blast snubs
Tryna decide between food and chronic, down 'till they last dub
F*ck where you from, take off, don't even ask 'cause
I used to save niggas, now that call end with smashed blood

I'm twisted
Hardest liquor in my system got me twisted
Ridin' through Inglewood, Backwoods gettin' twisted
'Bout to pull up to the jungles and get twisted
.30 on my lap, 'cause you niggas got me twisted
It's still "f*ck my brother", and I just made up with my sister
Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol
In the backyard with my oldest son
He can't get the silencer on his gun
Lil' nigga, you got it twisted

We don't leave the house without the hammer on
F*ck it look like sayin' "The Game dead" on your camera phone, slow down
You gotta move in slow motion
Like a plane from the ground, I seen all four oceans
I run with felons, the good fellas
Bulletproof umbrellas, nigga, ain't nobody tellin'
And ain't nobody sellin', we don't trust you niggas
Shoot shadows over the roaches, we'd crush you niggas, step
Over niggas, like A.I. do
You'll be lookin' up at cornrows like Tyronn Lue
We send bitches to your section just to spy on you
Ring camera on the text, I got my eye on you
We don't switch sets, never have, never will
Certified gangstas, nigga, bandanas is dip set
Killer Cali', nigga, lil' Uzis, big sweats
Triads, Eses, Bloods and them Crip sets, twisted

Hardest liquor in my system got me twisted
Ridin' through Inglewood, Backwoods gettin' twisted
'Bout to pull up to the jungles and get twisted
.30 on my lap, 'cause you niggas got me twisted
It's still "f*ck my brother", and I just made up with my sister
Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol
In the backyard with my oldest son
He can't get the silencer on his gun
Lil' nigga, you got it twisted

If I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love, I love you

Yeah
Just tap in
And then we go
Yeah
Alright

I found myself, foot on the gas, rev it (Rev it)
Motivation, rap, hustlin' and dope sellin'
Block reverend, yeah
Block reverend, trip taken, risk taken
Anti-flick taken
Take a nigga bitch, taken
Vacations
First class seats but goin' places rappers go
But you ain't a rapper though
So what make it special?
I'm askin' questions, like "Is that girl yours?"
World tours (World tours, world tours)
But you don't rap though
Ayy, big pimpin', get that money off the track, hoe
Still hustle hard, but got money to relax though
Spendin' blue hunnids up at Saks though
Selfmade, came in through the backdoor
Not a act though
South Central, this the souls of black folk (Black folk)
What they got bangin', smoke crack mo'
Souls of black folk
Purple Sprite and sip act' more

Nip, what up loc? What they do up there?
You be proud of me, I just hopped off the jet in the bluest ash
Drove down to (?) it was like you was there
Almost flipped the Benz on (?) and joined you up there
LA been tricky as f*ck lately, it's all through the air
So many rappers dyin', it's like niggas outside playin' musical chairs
They killed Slim400, stabbed Drakeo
I been out the way though in Calabasas tryna lay low
Yeah, this can't be the shit that our grandmothers prayed for
I been on my knees at night, I move when God say so
I know niggas try and prey on me, so I pray next to this draco
And nigga still out here runnin' your marathon
This your beat, dawg, in a Hellcat with the desi on
Get this though, I been in the studio every day with your nigga Hit, though
Makin' hits though
I miss you nigga, you know how this shit go

World tours (World tours)
World tours (World tours)
Selfmade, came in through the backdoor
Still hustle hard, but got money to relax though
This the souls of black folk
What they got bangin', smoke crack mo'
World tours (World tours)
World tours (World tours)

Maybach Music

Pray for the days when the failure was a phase
Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face
The top came down so I never hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton, hustles came in different forms
Started with the pies, real ones lost lives
Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized
I buckled down in a Porsche
Buttoned up, Tom Ford
Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue
But f*ck 'em, I want a war
Butt f*ckin' 'em slow, raw
Pertaining only to women, my lady know I'm a lord
Lord, forgive me for all my wrongs
Killin' niggas for sneakers or shit that's said in a song
Puttin' homies in check instead of puttin' 'em on
I'm always put to the test, real ones finishing strong

Fresh up out the gutter, nigga, yeah
And I can never be them other niggas
I don't come through blood niggas, a semi not on me
Exchange words and shots with like ten of my homies
And no matter what I do, I'm not good enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go dig Pac up
I'm where Pac was, only difference, got my Glock up
'Cause I been shot up, it's time to balance out my chakras
I'm not the same motherf*cker that I used to be
I'm H.E.R., acoustically
You niggas gon' get used to me
I'm tired of niggas usin' me, abusin' me
Usually, I make a call
Get the windows knocked out your motherf*ckin' eulogy
Imagine niggas shootin' me, yeah Compton was like a zoo to me
I'm a lion, king of my jungle
That's why it ain't no gettin' through to me
For my first album, early 2000's, I was with the foolery
Outside the L'Ermitage, could've got Fab for all his jewelry
Ain't even really know how to rap yet
I was just a click-clack vet'
Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check
Y'all heard it first (y'all heard it first)
I ain't even told Fab yet
This might affect our friendship, nigga
I ain't even ask yet
I ain't even have half of an Aftermath check
All in Brooklyn with you and Clue on the corner with my rag just
Hangin' in the wind, with the stainless in the Benz
Brainless when it spins, and I aim it for all my friends
That go for Ross too
I brought a gun and some chalk too
For openin' up doors, it cost a Maybach just to walk through
And on my dark days, I walk inside a dark booth
Speak what's on my mind but they ain't ready for the hard truth
You can't call yourself king, when I taught you
Brought you a classic for you and all your niggas to spark to
I ought to, nah, f*ck it
'Cause even Nikki Giovanni had James Baldwin to talk to
So I get high, then I swan dive in a shark pool
With the same red bandana, "Start From Scratch" part two
Nas got the part, so I went and got the part too
Snoop pulled the rag out, shit, I went and bought that car too
That shit was hard too
Run up on it while mt son inside it
The .40'll spin your ass around like a barstool
Let Jesus take the wheel, I step on the gas
I wanted a million like Aaliyah, I wish that she never crashed
And I only made it this far 'cause I always knew the task
Understood my greatness and over stood all the math
I don't need your love or the credit, I always got cash
And even now, my 2020 vision is somewhere in the past
Who the next rapper murdered? Every month, a nigga pass
But me, I'm still alive, I guess they saved the best for last (last)

This a open letter to my daughter, nigga
This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter, nigga
This is Nas talking to Destiny
This Imani and Nip's legacy
Beautiful black babies
I hope you never meet a nigga like me, but one who treat you like a lady
It ain't about the Hermes bag and the Mercedes
It's about whenever you cry, he stop you from going crazy
Lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby
For my blessing, it's thirty-three seconds, Tracy McGrady
Niggas shady, so I gotta protect you, Em and Hailie
Tell them disrespectful niggas I polish the semi daily
I trust you, I love you, get chills when I touch you
Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in, and I hug you
Tell you daddy ain't perfect, I did what I had to do
And one day I'm gon' explain, Tristan Thompson, the truth

Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human
Over my baby, we can get into it
Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin'
Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'"
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry, look

I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one
Hollowed up them F&Ns and show a nigga some'
Or you could be my third son, take a pic or some'
Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or some'
You roll Backwoods, but she don't smoke
Her mama grew up in 60s, my nigga, she ain't no joke
But don't be cussin' my daughter, she ain't no loc
And don't be drivin' her brazy, 'cause them are folks
So smart, so beautiful, baby hairs to the cuticles
Rolex at eleven, she ain't impressed by the usual
Don't ever disrespect or overstep, that's law
Keep a fresh pack of Magnums, you ain't hittin' that raw
You ain't hittin' at all, I told her wait for marriage
Iced out since she was two, so she don't date for karats
It's like Ye in Paris when North and Chi in town
I'm either walking her down the aisle or walking straight out of trial
F*ck with me

Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human
Over my baby, we can get into it
Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin'
Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'"
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry, look

Love, what is love?
A person? A dream?
Is it a feeling?
Is it peace or all imagination?
Maybe love is you, maybe love is me
Exactly
'Cause love is everything

I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming
'Bout you, and the love (love)
How'd I ever let you

Oh, how I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming
'Bout you, and the love
How'd I ever let you

Uh, I'm from a country called Earth
But we don't know if the sun or moon came first
We know pain and we definitely know hurt
Live life 'cause death is somethin' we can never revert
I got a brother named Q, he love his mom like me
Every woman who birthed a child should be livin' for free
And every man should carry the load for his family
It shouldn't be no enemies 'cause children are the casualties
If I ruled the world and everything in it
I'd give every kid from Compton a AMEX with no limit
I'd put Nas in a Senate seat
Lauryn on Capitol Hill, Ye for president
Then I'd reveal my new plan for healthcare
Is every rapper stoppin' the beat and everybody see the doctor for free
I'd share my vision so everybody blind could see
I'd stop a complete stranger in the middle of the street now

Hug somebody (oh, how I'm wishin')
Love somebody (thinkin', dreamin')
Sometimes, all we need
Sometimes, all we need is love ('bout you and the love)
(But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone)
Universal love (oh, how I'm wishin', thinkin', dreamin')
(But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone)
That universal love ('bout you and the love)
(But you don't want what you got)

Right here (here)
Be right here (be right here)
No fear (fear)
Have no fear (have no fear)
Right here (here)
Be right here (be right here)
No fear (fear)
Have no fear
Love will be right

I live life for the Buffalo Ten
And I prayed it never happen again, then it did
Who kill kids? Nineteen to be exact
How you walk into an elementary school like that?
Ain't old enough to buy liquor but old enough to buy guns
They're mad 'cause you killin' your own daughters and sons
We hate each other so much, we kill each other so much
It's like we don't believe in God, and He never show up
You know what? I see Him everywhere
Look in a child's eyes
Then look within before you start lookin' outside
Don't let the filters confuse you with your inner self
I want your beautiful soul to match your mental health
They throwin' shade, it's nothin' to get some new frames
We should be rushin' to get Russia out of Ukraine
So sick and tired, always pickin' a side
Tell the government "empathize, stop switchin' the vibes"
Nothin' to hide when you livin' your pride, uh
If gay is happy, I'm Isaiah Rashad, uh
Yeah, love women, of course
Only human beings connected directly to the source (to the source)
New life ain't tainted, but the world is, ain't it?
Thicka tha, thicka tha, thicka thicka tha tha
Ayo, I'll tell you the rest when I see you, but for now

Hug somebody (oh, how I'm wishin')
Love somebody (thinkin', dreamin')
Sometimes, all we need
Sometimes, all we need is love ('bout you and the love)
(But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone)
Universal love (oh, how I'm wishin', thinkin', dreamin')
(But you don't want what you got 'til it's gone)
That universal love ('bout you and the love)
(But you don't want what you got)

Right here (here)
Be right here (be right here)
No fear (fear)
Have no fear (have no fear)
Right here (here)
Be right here (be right here)
No fear (fear)
Have no fear
Love will be right

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
Oh, how I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming
'Bout you, and the love
How'd I ever let you
Oh, how I'm wishing, thinking, dreaming
'Bout you, and the love
How'd I ever let you