Jeezy - Church In These Streets Album Lyrics

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Grind State

Sound glorious don't it
Victorious don't it
This what they came to see My Nigga
I told y'all niggas I was gone come back hard nigga

I can count a million with a blindfold
Got them pointer in the bezel and they ice cold
And every time you see me bitch I grind mo
And every time you see me I'm in grind mode
My dream is to make a million in a day
My dream is to make a mill by 12 today
And I can get it done out my mind state
Don't need you niggas f*ckin' up my grind state

F*ck the bullshit nigga get the money I swear
Then you walk up out the Louboutin with every pair
Nigga weighing all the sacks got the shoes and belt to match
Just a street nigga spending street money up at Saks
I'm a dealer and I'm known to pull up on them dealer tags
Every nigga in the industry done tried to steal the swag
Got suede on your roof and you're sitting on leather
So many hundreds in your pocket them bitches starting stick together
Took the penitentiary chances and I rolled with that shit
Knowin' damn well they find it they gone pose with that shit
Mama A-1 and you know the kids straight
Only thing a f*ck nigga can do is really hate

I can count a million with a blindfold
Got them pointer in the bezel and they ice cold
And every time you see me bitch I grind mo
And every time you see me I'm in grind mode
My dream is to make a million in a day
My dream is to make a mill by 12 today
And I can get it done out my mind state
Don't need you niggas f*ckin' up my grind state

Just know if there's a will there's a motherf*cking way
When it come to me and mine I don't motherf*cking play
Took them real live chances boy rolled with that shit
Knowin' damn well they find it they gone pose with that shit
Got a message for you pussy niggas I refuse to lose
Super charger with the hemi nigga I refuse to cruise
Left the Rolls at the crib pulled up in the hellcat
When it comes to that bullshit I can smell that
Chandeliers on my ceilings with the hard wood floors
Nigga two-tone leather with the suicide doors
I see you actin real content nigga and I can't f*ck with that
Truth is I want it all nigga nothing less than that wussup

I can count a million with a blindfold
Got them pointer in the bezel and they ice cold
And every time you see me bitch I grind mo
And every time you see me I'm in grind mode
My dream is to make a million in a day
My dream is to make a mill by 12 today
And I can get it done out my mind state
Don't need you niggas f*ckin' up my grind state

Lets go, Wussup, my state of mind is my state of grind nigga
It's how the f*ck I feel nigga I told u niggas, while you worrying about another nigga
See the tricks got bigger the houses got bigger the walls got bigger
The circle got smaller nigga its what the f*ck I do, you know what this shit is
Survival of the fittest nigga Pro what's happening and I see us surviving
That's my grind state nigga grind over mind grind over shine yeah!

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Lost Souls

Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord Knows
They got me praying for these lost souls
Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord Knows
They got me praying for these lost souls

Couple bitches made a living working the pole
Couple niggas made a career working the bowl
They say they give gave this test to be told and never sold
Bow our heads and take a min to pray for these lost souls
Jamie, Rochelle and Sugar the baddest bitches I ever seen
I couldn't get enough of them bitches they was in every dream
Seen it with my own eyes know them bitches made a mill
One hundred black shirts I know them niggas spent a mill
Lil Oowee yeah I heard he just got 39
Even though the nigga young, still a whole lot of time
He used to run with D Boy, they messed around and cut his penis off
Gave that boy a big bag like he ain't seen the soft
Left and came back in a silver Rarri, in a black range
Seen 'em at the Chevron on 10th street and it was strange
Hope he don't bring his 'lil brother in he gonna regret it
Wit them just indicted O-Dog he gone regret it

Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord Knows
They got me praying for these lost souls
Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord Knows
They got me praying for theses lost souls

That nigga T White had that Phantom all up in traffic
From white tee to white collar shit that nigga hell with them taxes
I'm screaming CPort free Screw what it do
Rasheena fine ass went to the feds that was my boo
What about Black with that boy had that boy
And every time he in the strip club he bring them bitches joy
Chazo still dancing her old ass still fine
Seen her throw a retirement party 6 times
Yeah this one for Nando God bless his soul
Know he at a strip club in heaven that don't ever close
Told me don't shine on them too hard cause Young you gone regret it
They start to feel ya, they want to kill ya It happened exactly how he said it
Couple bitches made a working the pole
Couple niggas made a career working the bowl
They say they give gave this test to be told and never sold
Bow our heads and take a min to pray for these lost souls

Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord Knows
They got me praying for these lost souls
Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord Knows
They got me praying for theses lost souls

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Holy Water

Po' up Nig
Feel a blessing in the motherf*cker
Amen Amen

Money is the root of all evil sometimes we get weak
Grind 7 whole days feel like I been sinning all week
Drunk soul sober mind speaking what you really tryna say
Every day pay day my nigga what's the motherf*cking play

Just cashed my check boy I'm bout to go get me some holy water
Hit the club straight flex cuz we holding up them bottles of that holy water
Liquor store closed yea yea I need me a 5th of that holy water
Yeah you know its on deck yeah we takin straight shots of this holy water

I said it's been a long week so I'm taking shot straight to the head
One time for my niggas walked out the penitentiary came home got right back to the bread
Mack 11 hit them in with the nose lookin like an uzi
Keep some real ones with me I be moving like Tookie
It's that super nigga music bout to put on my cape
What you blowin my nigga all gas no brakes
Big smoke clouds looking like I'm in Heaven
Came to bring the good word you can call me the reverend
When you do flaw shit then you just a flaw nigga
And if you talk like this you just a raw nigga
Mix it all up Avion and the Hennesesy
Stay prayed up because the devil is the enemy
Won't see no evil I don't hear none either
Pussy cool credit good then she might be a keeper
One of these Sundays I need to go to church
But them bills keep comin I gotta go to work
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
No gloves on I got mine out the mud
What up Young, what up though, boy you good, yeah im straight
Knowing damn well that a nigga don't drink no brown big cup I'm about to seal my fate

Just cashed my check boy I'm bout to go get me some holy water
Hit the club straight flex cuz we holding up them bottles of that holy water
Liquor store closed yea yea I need me a 5th of that holy water
Yeah you know its on deck yeah we takin straight shots of this holy water

Money is the root of all evil sometimes we get weak
Grind 7 whole days feel like I been sinning all week
Drunk soul sober mind speaking what you really tryna say
Every day pay day my nigga what's the motherf*cking play

I swear this motherf*cka so packed in man that a nigga can't breathe
Plus I got my whole Cousins Gangster Disciples with me like Babylon a nigga can't leave
615, 223, extendo, that 40
Even though that street life hell gotta make it home to my lil angel that's all I know
Straight shots out the bottle cause it help a nigga cope
Got a brand new bottle got a help a nigga folk
Every hood every city treat a nigga like the Pope
All I colors say the word it could give a nigga hope
Ain't nothing else to say when you said it all nigga
Just an ordinary day you a superstar nigga
We ain't chasing shit we chasing pain with the liquor
Surprised why all this champagne in this pitcher
Street politician talking street politics
Gotta keep the f*ck niggas all out your mix
Hanging with the wrong nigga type of shit get you killed
Came with the verdict gotta file for appeal
Why the f*ck would you change, be who you are nigga
Trails and tribulations tell us what you saw nigga
Expensive champagne we ain't even in Rome
I'm on this holy water straight to the dome

Money is the root of all evil sometimes we get weak
Grind 7 whole days feel like I been sinning all week
Drunk soul sober mind speaking what you really tryna say
Every day pay day my nigga what's the motherf*cking play

Just cashed my check boy I'm bout to go get me some holy water
Hit the club straight flex cuz we holding up them bottles of that holy water
Liquor store closed yea yea I need me a 5th of that holy water
Yeah you know its on deck yeah we takin straight shots of this holy water

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Gold Bottles

Yeah, yeah
You know what this is nigga?
When this shit come on in the club, awoooo

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles

Motherf*ck all ya'll niggas, yeah, ya'll thought I was over
Give a f*ck about this rap shit, really done it with soda
Got me booked in your city, then that's one happy promoter
Give a f*ck if it Dade County, B-more, or Dakota
My nigga told me to cook it, yeah you know it was over
See I didn't wait no time, I went and whipped me a Rover
Heavy in that new pussy just like a new Maserati
Talkin' wax on wax off just like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Don't make us light up that Benz boy like that scene off of Belly
Run with them lunatics, Derrty Ent. like they Nelly
I spent a mil on my hood, I'm like f*ck a Bugatti
But when you get your first mil they think that you Illuminati

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles

F*ckin' em like a scene I got my balls and my word
Only thing that we celebrate is the first and the third
No jeans True Religion
Five piece new edition
I moved them shits like magician
Then went and copped new edition
Them bucket full on my table
Park them shit like I'm Jabo
My nigga move when I say so
Chi-chi don't forget the yayo
I'm in my spaceship on bankhead, told that bitch I'm on Fabo
I want that heavenly head, I told her get me that halo
If it's ever an issue, that big gone blow like a whistle
If you come in my section tonight your nigga gone miss you
[?] three off in public, that boy was holdin' the bread
Had to call that boy flipper that left a hole in his head

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles

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Hell You Talkin Bout

On ten never four hell you talkin' 'bout
See my niggas gone go hell you talkin' bout
F*ck them rich niggas round your way hell you talkin' 'bout
Still letting that chopper spray hell you talkin' 'bout
Yea we bout to celebrate hell you talkin' 'bout
F*ck em let em hate hell you talkin' 'bout
Homie ain't no other way hell you talkin' 'bout
What we do this everyday Hell you talkin' 'bout

Thought I just seen Jizzle wit 100 gang bangers
100 dope boys, that's 100 chains dangling
Real niggas to the front bitch niggas to the rear
Snuck it in wit me barrel like a bottle Belvedere
Screamin thug life baby rich nigga thugged out
I will show nosey ass nigga what these slugs bout
Ain't no playin pussy nigga yea you know my reputation
Ain't wit no playing pussy nigga so won't be no hesitation
They hate it when I'm walkin' in I'm getting all that love
They keep callin' my name like I own this club
Ain't gotta ask the valet cause you know who's in it
And my shit in my name so you know who's rented
Now how can one man have all that power
Now how can one man talk all that powder
Why you keep talkin' yola cause I really cooked that
I just came to give the bad bitches something to look at

On ten never four hell you talkin' 'bout
See my niggas gone go hell you talkin' bout
F*ck them rich niggas round your way hell you talkin' 'bout
Still letting that chopper spray hell you talkin' 'bout
Yea we bout to celebrate hell you talkin' 'bout
F*ck em let em hate hell you talkin' 'bout
Homie ain't no other way hell you talkin' 'bout
What we do this everyday Hell you talkin' 'bout

Yo what's wrong with the bitch, boy she know she look good
She don't want you nigga she like hers a 'lil hood
Told her pull up to the spot baby bring your mouth too
Got that condo pussy might just have to house you
Something wrong with your wrist boy ya watch game off
You niggas ain't poppin' boy, ya pop game off
And f*ck how her pussy feel yea that still my attitude
And boy them clips so long we just call em latitude
When I talk that shit them dope boys go crazy
One thing you never seen a dope boy that lazy
Catch me on my Denzell tryna get my Frank on
And don't be talkin' me to death I'm tryna get my drank on ayyyyye!

On ten never four hell you talkin' 'bout
See my niggas gone go hell you talkin' bout
F*ck them rich niggas round your way hell you talkin' 'bout
Still letting that chopper spray hell you talkin' 'bout
Yea we bout to celebrate hell you talkin' 'bout
F*ck em let em hate hell you talkin' 'bout
Homie ain't no other way hell you talkin' 'bout
What we do this everyday Hell you talkin' 'bout

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Hustlaz Holiday

Grind never stop man
I don't give a f*ck how much money you got my nigga
I don't give a f*ck how rich you is nigga
You still gotta hustle
It's a holiday everyday nigga

I got hustlin' on my resume
I didn't think they'd never ever hear the hustler's say
(That he didn't wanna hustle no more)
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
And this a hustlin' holiday
Wouldn't make it never ever hear a hustler say
That he don't wanna hustle no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

We hustle on our birthdays, we hustlin' on Christmas
Don't care if it's my worst day, the kid gone get their cream up
Got eyes on the prize, yeah, eye of the tiger boy
If we talkin' hustlin' you know who the messiah boy
What a hustler need a bed for? I ain't tryna lay down
When you on the come up, all I know is stay down
You don't see me at the club nigga
I don't see you at the bank though
When I walk up in that bank nigga
I walk in through that back door
I can't I love the grind
I can't even stay awake
Here you go, I love you momma
I even hustle on mother's day
Kept me hustlin' Thanksgivin'
Stack it like a black Jew
Just know today a holiday for hustlin' niggas like you

I got hustlin' on my resume
I didn't think they'd never ever hear the hustler's say
(That he didn't wanna hustle no more)
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
And this a hustlin' holiday
Wouldn't make it never ever hear a hustler say
That he don't wanna hustle no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

Hustle Monday through Monday
And we ain't missin' one day
We all gone be rich one day
Put that on God on Sunday
If you lazy bitch, stay away
We even hustle on Labor Day
And I ain't been home all week
I wonder what the neighbors say
Ain't no such thing as "I can't"
If I want I get that
They talkin' bout how you fell off
When it's all about how you get back
Hustle every minute, every hour
Sickle, go from sweet to sour
Right from sour back to sweet
You just practice what you preach
We don't do no vacays
We hustle every day nigga
Just send you on that vacay
We count our paper, pray nigga
Hustlers don't get no sleep
You niggas stay sleeping
I've been griding all week
I'm hustle at weekends

I got hustlin' on my resume
I didn't think they'd never ever hear the hustler's say
(That he didn't wanna hustle no more)
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
And this a hustlin' holiday
Wouldn't make it never ever hear a hustler say
That he don't wanna hustle no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

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Eternal Reflection Interlude

[Poem - Jessica Care Moore:]
Soldiers march inside my mouth
Slide down my throat, crawl inside my womb
And leave a hand grenade in my son's arms
Pre-birth occupation.
You wait for them to grow up and shoot us unarmed
Dear black Madonna
How many hail Mary's?
Project holy water. bless these loads we carry.
Pregnant with potential but birthing silence.
Tears taste like violence
Born with middle passage anxiety
Why can't you feel the God in me?
A million angels follow me
Your system don't acknowledge me.
Born free
My prayer mat close to me
I'm my ancestor's priority
Which sound is closer to God's voice then children laughing?
We the beautiful balance goddess on my block
A special kind of hell.
Razors wrapped in feathers.
Our bodies, wishing wells.
We raise our daughters and pray our sons just make it home from school
We need new rules
Queens created out of red clay dust
Pushed into classroom terrorism. Girlhood rushed.
Our black boys born kings
You try to crucify em
They built with steel and dreams
Who's the criminal when the global blood is on your hands
We indigenous these streets been our land
You not supposed to see death this early in the morning
If God is an American, then God must be lonely
More killed by police in our cities
Than Afghanistan
The underestimated. Outliving our circumstance
Some of us don't dance. Some of us got plans
We don't smile for you. But our laugh is hard
Our new religion includes tearing down privatized prison bars
Black birds fly far. I know who you are
Your bravado. you a super star.
The science of Imhotep
With the heart of 'Pac
We the ones they couldn't kill.
The chosen. We won't stop
This is the time for hustlers and scholars
Sunflowers and gun powder
The lies just get louder.
Shout out to the doubters
She can write surahs and psalms
In the same breath cook poems
And write dinner with her left
Rock a mic with her right
And pray her own seeds will be able to
Exchange the heavens for a mirror
And see themselves as the greatest reflection of God

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God

I'm a god in the hood, nigga [x4]

Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall
Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall
Avian and gold bottles, this is hood royalty
No matter how broke, how rich
Nigga, never ever compromise your loyalty
Medusa head on my Versace robe
Standing on a pile of white bricks
Imagine crosses on the units
Stamps looking like a crucifix
Pure, like the blood of Virgin Mary
Turn water to some wine, nigga
Plug did a touchdown, met him at the Steak 'n Shake of Mt. Zion nigga

I'm a god in the hood, nigga [x4]

Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall
Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall
God shit, I'm on my Kanye
Bad bitch she my Kim K
Legend is that he made a million dollars
But the nigga really started with a four weight
Whom shall I fear, nigga
The plug say it's no limits
I sent the man right here, nigga
Snatch a partner out the state pen
Hallejulah, amen
Pull a little water from the sink
Hope it wash away the sin, nigga
The foe did a touchdown
Met him at the sand trails in West End, nigga

I'm a god in the hood, nigga [x4]

Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall
Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall
[x2]

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Church In These Streets

Oh man, you know what this shit is my nigga
I'd be lying to you if I wasn't telling you the truth. You know?
Bow heads, let's pray
I just call it how I see it my nigga
I don't know no other way, you know?
Need everybody to gather 'round, know what I'm sayin'?
I got somethin' to say
Yeah, church off in these streets my nigga
Came to bring the good word
Pastor Young, amen, amen

Where my street disciples? Church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread the word
Spread the word like my partner spray them birds
If you gettin' it how you live it, just say hallelu
If you out here and you poppin', best to have your shooter
I said it and I meant it so you know it deep
I came to spread the word, it's church off in these streets

Heard he took a unit, broke it down to singles
Take them one by one just like them bitches Pringles
Heard he lost it all and then he got it back
All them folks a tell that's why I got attacked
I'm in this bitch, I'm feelin' like a million dollars
Okay I'm loungin' know I'm short a million dollars
The first around the corner got a nigga stressed
Just hope he send a blessin' off in my direction, hey

Where my street disciples? Church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread the word
Spread the word like my partner spray them birds
If you gettin it how you live it, just say hallelu
If you out here and you poppin', best to have your shooter
I said and I meant it so you know it deep
I came to spread the word, church off in these streets

My nigga got a plug and then he got indicted
Saw him in that foreign thing then got excited
Graduated from the streets and I ain't have a tutor
If you see another day then just say hallelujah
Ain't no f*ckin' secret, know I came from nothin'
Told myself that I'mma go and grind for somethin'
Hustle cause I gotta splurge when I can
Just know you lookin' at a God-fearin' man

Where my street disciples? Church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread the word
Spread the word like my partner spray them birds
If you gettin' it how you live it , just say hallelu
If you out here and you poppin', best to have your shooter
I said it and I meant it so you know it deep
I came to spread the word, it's church off in these streets

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New Clothes

If they ever ask you why you weigh them O's
Tell them muf*ckas to buy some brand new clothes
Only one way to go and get them hoes
Fall up in this bitch in some brand new clothes
Grandma used to tell me boy you love that mall
Catch me bouncing through this bitch new socks, new drawers
My niggas breaking down pounds I'm talkin' straight elbows
Bout to make a play and go and get some brand new clothes

As fresh as I is baby as fine as you are
I think you been in the dark girl what you need is a star
Thanks to the fork and the recipe I'm a local celebrity
Plus I got all this creed on so you probably smelling me
Yeah I look like a fed charge bout to catch me a felony
Boy you look like some money man in the mirror be tellin' me
They say boy how you feel I say as good as I'm looking
This fresh it should be a crime read his Mirandas and book 'em
A million dollars for bail, tell the judge go to hell
As you see beat the case then I got back to my mail
They had ya boy in the county, bologna sandwiches sick
When I stepped out that county boy I was fresh then a bitch

If they ever ask you why you weigh them O's
Tell them muf*ckas to buy some brand new clothes
Only one way to go and get them hoes
Fall up in this bitch in some brand new clothes
Grandma used to tell me boy you love that mall
Catch me bouncing through this bitch new socks, new drawers
My niggas breaking down pounds I'm talkin' straight elbows
Bout to make a play and go and get some brand new clothes

That shit that they tryna do, look I already done it
What the f*ck they gone run cause I already run it
Let's just keep it 100, let's just keep it a buck
If it come out my mouth you know that shit adding up
And the way that I'm feeling I might just f*ck up the re-up
Just know they won't touch my feet if them shits don't cost a G up
Baby shoes is a stack and my belt is a rack
You know you ain't even goin' out, you got fresh for the trap
Some nigga die 'bout this paper because they can't live without it
Swear that shit make a local nigga buy something exotic
Just know that I blew a check, so I can get me some love
Just make it part like the red sea when I walk in the club

If they ever ask you why you weigh them O's
Tell them muf*ckas to buy some brand new clothes
Only one way to go and get them hoes
Fall up in this bitch in some brand new clothes
Grandma used to tell me boy you love that mall
Catch me bouncing through this bitch new socks, new drawers
My niggas breaking down pounds I'm talkin' straight elbows
Bout to make a play and go and get some brand new clothes

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Sweet Life

[Janelle Monáe:]
Sweet life, oh my, you turn this to life
All the darkness, scattered out of sight
I've been waiting on this for some time
Now that it's here, I'm gonna rewind

[Jeezy:]
When my back's against the wall then I react
The point of no return, hey it ain't no comin' back
Ask me what the difference is, I got everything they lack
And I really touched that bag, see I really had a sack
I done been to Hell and back, I seen Lucifer himself
I seen niggas pawn their souls cause they ain't got nothin' left
F*ck all that hopin' and wishin', my nigga, play your position
I know you thought I wasn't lookin' but I was payin' attention
No you can't see through my shades, just know I'm smilin' inside
It's like the old me deceased, I'm kinda glad that I died
This that new and improved, this that I'm in the mood
You know he don't like to lose so why y'all f*ckin' with dude?
Hey look it could be that Pac in me, or maybe my prophesy
Won't let you drive me crazy, it's like I studied psychology
Ask me my occupation, I say I live for a livin'
Now what you see when you see me? I did alright for a villain
My sweet life

[Janelle Monáe:]
Sweet life, oh my, you turn this to life
All the darkness, scattered out of sight
I've been waiting on this for some time
Now that it's here, I'm gonna rewind

[Jeezy:]
I guess the haters ain't so bad after all
I'm lookin' forward to my haters comin' after y'all
Boy you sure had me fooled, you should've been an actor, dawg
My success, it make you jump like you've been drinkin' alcohol
Yeah I'm 'bout to go so hard, I'ma make these niggas sick
Ain't no neutral, what's your side? I'ma make you niggas pick
Hey I don't know everything, I just know what I know
Why would you follow them niggas? They don't even know where to go
Won't see me do no complainin', maybe some rearrangin'
Now let's get this understood, sometimes some change can be good
Could be good, could be great, your destiny or your fate
If I wasn't a ghetto prophet I'd still be movin' the weight
Yeah you know when I'm winnin', you see me out and i'm grinnin'
Been chasin' paper since Monday, that's 7 days I've been sinnin'
Count your tests and blessings cause they're all God-given
Like it's the big magic question, how did I dodge prison?
My sweet life

[Janelle Monáe:]
Sweet life, oh my, you turn this to life
All the darkness, scattered out of sight
I've been waiting on this for some time
Now that it's here, I'm gonna rewind

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Scared Of The Dark

Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
They all want the light, they all want to shine
They all want to shine, they all want the light
They all want to shine, they all want to shine

No body building but I stay flexin'
Executioner style, I'm bout to dome check 'em
All my bad bitches got they own section
Do they own grinding, pay they own bills
Full of liquor yeah I'm hella tipsy
Talkin' bitches, yeah I'm hella picky
Great white I'm goin Jaws on 'em
Kyrie Irving I'm 'bout to ball on 'em
Nigga switching teams like the draft nigga
Nigga left the Cavs joined the Mavs nigga
Had a vision nigga, I'm a visionary
They should put your picture in the dictionary
Right next to ungrateful nigga, you the definition
With yo' ungrateful ass I was in denial had to face it nigga
Can't do epic shit f*cking wit basic niggas cause they

Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
They all want the light, they all want to shine
They all want to shine, they all want the light
They all want to shine, they all want to shine

Crumbs to brick yea I'm a made nigga
Busting juggs and licks made me a paid nigga
Couple flaw niggas done went awol
This a real nigga role call
If her head crazy, I'ma kill the body
Just killed my show now where the after party
Woke up pissing champagne
Woke up drunk the same thang
I was tryna help you get ya bread up
I'm the type to help you hit the bread truck
Plug blessed me so I had to bless niggas
Living stress free tryna stress niggas
F*ck you think he got a name from
F*ck you think he got the game from
Woke up every morning getting paid nigga
When the sun went down you got afraid nigga cause you

Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
They all want the light, they all want to shine
They all want to shine, they all want the light
They all want to shine, they all want to shine

Type of nigga be pocket watchin
Type of nigga be click hoppin
Yo' table then my table then yo' table then they back again
Type of nigga be in all ya pictures
Some of you niggas worse then ya bitches
Every nigga in my section like family nigga
Rolex' like Grammys nigga
Raise ya bottles lets make a toast
To them pussy niggas that you hate the most
Fresh to head to toe bag money
Magnum bottles the jag money fake niggas
Throwin gang signs nigga
All the chains got hang time
Follow the sparkles tryna chase the light type of nigga
Be out every night cause they

Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
Scared of the dark Scared of the dark
You niggas is scared of the dark
They all want the light, they all want to shine
They all want to shine, they all want the light
They all want to shine, they all want to shine

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No Other Way

Yeah I'm street smart nigga plus my heart as tuff as penitentiary bars nigga
You gon' boss or you gon' fold nigga I don't give a f*ck no more

Cause there ain't no other way
Just know I'm standing taller than I ever stood
Every real nigga off in every hood
Cause there ain't no other way
When the pressure on I hustle hard
Talkin' money longer than a Marta
Cause there ain't no other way
You pussy niggas plotting on my downfall
Pussy niggas know how I get down dog
Cause there ain't no other way
Won't lose rather die won't quit rather try roll something
Cause there ain't no other way

F*ck all y'all money niggas, y'all sweat from my f*ckin' balls
Just know I'll leave this bitch and go straight home to f*ck ya broad
That boy reincarnated he came back too hard
He hungry as a muthaf*cka, them folks took his black card
It's back to the basics like they gone repo my shit
Me and Pinkney on Papa Street, we was broke than a bitch
Know you vultures your waiting back focused you're hating
It must be something in this weed I feel rejuvenated
If he keep speaking on me than he can't be my homie
Listen to gossip 'bout real niggas that make you a phony
Talkin' birdies no wings 8 ball and a dream
If anything I owe Goldmouf he took one for the team

Cause there ain't no other way
Just know I'm standing taller than I ever stood
Every real nigga off in every hood
Cause there ain't no other way
When the pressure on I hustle hard
Talkin' money longer than a Marta
Cause there ain't no other way
You pussy niggas plotting on my downfall
Pussy niggas know how I get down dog
Cause there ain't no other way
Won't lose rather die won't quit rather try roll something
Cause there ain't no other way

I refuse to lose I paid my dues Jizzle lost it April Fools
Never bite the hand that feed you, put you down you know the rules
You niggas ain't got a hustling bone in your body
Penthouse mindstate while you talkin' 'bout to lobby
Why my name all on your lips while that Ana in your heart
Keep on playing with me pussy beat yo ass so help me God
If I know one thing I know you ain't to be trusted
You know anything you know I ain't to be f*cked with
Got real shit goin' on, bill shit goin' on
Hustle is terrific and my grinding is exquisite
Talking birdies no wings 8 ball and a dream
If anything I owe Mailman he took one for the team

Cause there ain't no other way
Just know I'm standing taller than I ever stood
Every real nigga off in every hood
Cause there ain't no other way
When the pressure on I hustle hard
Talkin' money longer than a Marta
Cause there ain't no other way
You pussy niggas plotting on my downfall
Pussy niggas know how I get down dog
Cause there ain't no other way
Won't lose rather die won't quit rather try roll something
Cause there ain't no other way

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J Bo

Roll up the swishers, get money lay low
Just ask them bitches I ball like J Bo
Rose' we piss it, get money lay low
Shine in my pictures, pull up like J Bo
Death before dishonor I put that on my mama (like JBo)
Shine in all my pictures (pull up like JBo)
Rose' and them swishers (pull up like JBo)
I want that Corvette and that Audemar
Compartments all in my other car
Light show at my table, 100 bottles like J Bo Bitch!

I know some real niggas doing real time
Snitches out here living real fine
I know the lawyer bought in didn't wait on him
Road dog done went state on him
Talking Audemar that AP
Too cold talking AC
No procrastination, no stalling
We ain't falling, we balling
Still up ain't fell yet
Probably why them niggas upset
Tryna throw me off I'm too smart on them
Swear its too easy to make it hard on them
Cup full I'm in my own zone
Got hustling all in my chromosome
Do this shit for them havenots
Represent the struggle, I'm the mascot
Stay low key when you grinding
So when they see ya you shining
Rose gold, sky dweller, grown man no diamonds
Summer time with those links on
Winter time with those minks on
Want a light show at my table
Bottles coming like JBo bitch

Roll up the swishers, get money lay low
Just ask them bitches I ball like J Bo
Rose' we piss it, get money lay low
Shine in my pictures, pull up like J Bo
Death before dishonor I put that on my mama (like JBo)
Shine in all my pictures (pull up like JBo)
Rose' and them swishers (pull up like JBo)
I want that Corvette and that Audemar
Compartments all in my other car
Light show at my table, 100 bottles like J Bo Bitch!

Make a movie off in the parking lot what you call that
Drive thru valet on click-clack, got the bottles coming like 6 packs
Keep 'em coming like Bud Lights when you living that plug life
Me and J Beezy we back to back
Dude behind us in his Maybach
Murcielago with those shades on
Nigga hood fresh with them J's on
Was the first nigga in that new Vette
With Forgies on it and it was offset
Violate we gone demonstrate
So much smoke we need to ventilate
They knew better, they do better
New jeans on new leather
Stay in black big Darth Vader
Duffle bag and it's full of paper
Got paper want more paper
Ain't got enough want more haters
Club night nigga every night when you living that club life
F*ck the couch we on the table
Bottles coming like J Bo bitch

Roll up the swishers, get money lay low
Just ask them bitches I ball like J Bo
Rose' we piss it, get money lay low
Shine in my pictures, pull up like J Bo
Death before dishonor I put that on my mama (like JBo)
Shine in all my pictures (pull up like JBo)
Rose' and them swishers (pull up like JBo)
I want that Corvette and that Audemar
Compartments all in my other car
Light show at my table, 100 bottles like J Bo Bitch!

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I Feel Ya

Put your fam on your back boy I feel ya
Put your hood on the map boy I feel ya
You ain't got to say a word boy I hear ya
That shit you talking about sounds so familiar (Yeahhhhh)
Can't make a move without the strap boy I feel ya
Been up a month ain't took a nap boy I feel ya
That shit you going through sounds so familiar
That's why I feel ya

Nothing comes a surprise you got that blood in your eye
These bitches give you a chance you'll take this world by surprise
Incarceration fatalities just a nigga reality
Know we moving the weight, know we ain't burning calories
Only got one chance and this is it
Or you gone be like your daddy and do be shit
'Bout to take some shit that's as deep as ocean water
Just left a funeral my nigga had to bury his daughter
You can get finessed by your partna and get shot by a coppa
Caught my lil cousin slippin' took off his leg with that choppa
You just go hard nigga and Imma go hard with ya
Then we gone meet at the spot and we gone drink hard liquor
(What's happening niggaaa)

Put your fam on your back boy I feel ya
Put your hood on the map boy I feel ya
You ain't got to say a word boy I hear ya
That shit you talking about sounds so familiar (Yeahhhhh)
Can't make a move without the strap boy I feel ya
Been up a month ain't took a nap boy I feel ya
That shit you going through sounds so familiar
That's why I feel ya

We know they don't give a damn we gives a f*ck
Every time this world knocks us down we get back up (what up)
I just wanna come and buy a crib for my momma
Let her know her oldest son sorry for the drama
Just know I even shit with that 40 I gotta have it
Only thing that kept me alive guess that's a habit
Cause niggas starving out here boy
Like this shit is Ramadan man this shit a war zone
My city is a war zone call it Little Vietnam
R.I.P to Peanut rest in peace Lil Kev
Can't forget Lil Mike he use to roll em all night movie
Free my nigga Neecho, Took care of the hood so he a neighborhood hero (Whats happening nigga)

Put your fam on your back boy I feel ya
Put your hood on the map boy I feel ya
You ain't got to say a word boy I hear ya
That shit you talking about sounds so familiar (Yeahhhhh)
Can't make a move without the strap boy I feel ya
Been up a month ain't took a nap boy I feel ya
That shit you going through sounds so familiar
That's why I feel ya

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Just Win

My mother used to say birds of a feather flock together if you run around with losers
You will end up a loser It's necessary you get the losers out of your life If you want to live your dream

Win my nigga just win
It's a dirty world but that bitch still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The mothaf*ckers always talking, they don't ever want to listen
I'm reeking of success you can smell it thru my pores
And when I build my dream house I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove me wrong in the end
Just win my nigga just win

Niggas grinding everyday, niggas dying everyday
Either you hustle or your starve nigga ain't no other way
Being rich, that shit's a talent being broke that's a profession
See I woke up un-incarcerated, that shit there is a blessing
None of your mothaf*ckin business nigga don't ask me why I'm stressing
Don't know what I had to do to get it nigga don't ask me why I'm flexing
I was born with a gift nigga I'm a bread winner
Whole team gotta eat we just we just dodging fed dinners
I just wanna win but they set me up to lose
The streets kick ya ass nigga yeah im talking judo
At the end of the day how many pussy niggas you know
That's what a pussy nigga do though
I'm praying for a better day, I'm being optimistic
He said he want the same thing I said be more specific
Nigga it's hard out here my people sick and tired of struggling
All this clown ass shit my people sick and tired of juggling

Win my nigga just win
It's a dirty world but that bitch still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The mothaf*ckers always talking, they don't ever want to listen
I'm reeking of success you can smell it thru my pores
And when I build my dream house I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove me wrong in the end
Just win my nigga just win

Can't wake up cause I ain't been to sleep
And the shit that I got on I been in it for a week
I see white air ones but my fingernails dirty
When you don't see me on the block my clientele get worried
In the back of my mind, in front of my brain
I'm a pretty good shot but this ain't my aim
Want to live the American dream like Uncle Haus and his wife
Work hard, feed my kids, see what that be like
For now I'm seeing junkies and pipes
Making sure a solider put a uniform on and go and earn him some stripes
See my counselor told me education or you starve
Last time I seen her she ain't even have a job
Gangbang, sell dope or rob
Welcome to the African American mob
When you probably gone die even less than your worth
Leave your momma with the bill a funeral home and a church

Win my nigga just win
It's a dirty world but that bitch still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The mothaf*ckers always talking, they don't ever want to listen
I'm reeking of success you can smell it thru my pores
And when I build my dream house I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove me wrong in the end
Just win my nigga just win

It's necessary to know that everybody won't see it that everybody won't join you
That everybody won't have the vision
It's necessary to know that a lot of people want to complain But they don't want to do anything about there situation
That you're an uncommon breed you know
You have to know within yourself that I can do this even if no one else sees it for me I can see it for myself
That's necessary

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Forgive Me

I been thuggin my whole f*ckin' life
One look at my babygirl I had to get it right
Superman in these streets hey but you my kryptonite
Im on this drink I'm on this smoke I'm going super crip tonight
Something like a scientist, I mix it like it's antidote
Then I sent that 8 ball down the block Scrappy Loc
Rest in peace to Pookie Loc blame it on me never snitching
Lord knows I ain't send the homie on no dummy mission
Want to be like Uncle Wade can't believe I sold him crack
Still a hero in my eyes he up in heaven tell him that
Don't tell me how to raise my son just know he gone be a man
If the scale of 1-10, know he gone be a grand
Before I stand with flaw niggas I would rather stand alone
Till I'm stand, on the top like what he standing on
They say that I'm wishy washy ain't nobody perfect though
They say Young you growing up hope they know you worth it though

The shit I'm smoking on got me trippin' please forgive me
The shit I'm sippin' on got me trippin' will you forgive me
Look you in your eyes when I'm talking know you hear me
Just listen to the words to the song I know you feel me
Cause ain't nobody perfect in this world please forgive me
Shit I'm smoking on got me trippin' will you forgive me
Look you in your eyes when I'm talking know you hear me
The shit I'm smoking on got me trippin' please forgive me

I ain't them and they ain't me maybe that's the disconnect
I do my tequila straight but I do not do disrespect
You know I remind them though forgetful niggas they forget
Before the deal I had a check and I put that on the set
Breaking units down in fatty room, white mountains on the dresser
'Give me Auntie Sarah when we fell out look I knew was stressful
Wasn't for you I ride on them look we in a rival gang
Screaming f*ck the other side, guess that just a rival thing
100 dollars re'ing up back then we always talked but since the fame ain't been the same
Forgive me Mrs Brenda Ross, nah not your nephew acting like a rap nigga
Like I ain't sit on your front porch talk shit and trap with you
You asked me to help with your wedding, argument in front your kids
Hurts me to the very day, lamest shit I ever did
So please forgive me lil sister because I know I hurt your soul
Your husband is a lucky man I hope he know you worth it though

The shit I'm smoking on got me trippin' please forgive me
The shit I'm sippin' on got me trippin' will you forgive me
Look you in your eyes when I'm talking know you hear me
Just listen to the words to the song I know you feel me
Cause ain't nobody perfect in this world please forgive me
Shit I'm smoking on got me trippin' will you forgive me
Look you in your eyes when I'm talking know you hear me
The shit I'm smoking on got me trippin' please forgive me