Jeezy - The Recession 2 Album Lyrics

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Oh Lord

Ooh Lordy, troubles so hard
Ooh Lordy, troubles so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Ooh Lordy (this a coordinated activity happening across this nation)
Ooh Lordy (and so we are in a state of emergency)
Ooh Lordy (black people are dying)
Don't nobody know my troubles but God (we cannot look at this, as an isolated incident)

My mama still sick (sick), ain't shit new (nah)
Ain't much changed, the hood still blue (woo)
Ridin' with a dirty chopper but the wood still new (boom)
If they catch you off at Wendy's, they might kill you too (yeah)
George still dead, Breonna still gone (gone)
Ahmaud Arbery, nah he never made it home
Forty million unemployed, what the f*ck is goin' on?
Let's burn this bitch down, rebuild it like it's Rome (haha)
I check out the news, RIP Lil' Marlo (Marlo)
They done killed a baby, took a breath with a hollow
Only in America, they drink us straight up out the bottle (woo)
Racism, no chaser, that's some hard shit to swallow
I'ma pray for Chi-Town, it's goin' down like Beirut
They wanna make us start war, that's why they sendin' in the troops (damn)
Send 'em somewhere where they know they gon' shoot
I can smell war, that's why I'm lacin' up my boots (let's go)

Ooh Lordy (do what you say, this country is supposed to be about the land of the free for all)
Ooh Lordy (it has not been free for black people, and we are tired)
Ooh Lordy (don't talk to us about looting, America has looted black people)
Don't nobody know my troubles but God (America looted the Native Americans when they first came here)

Went to sleep a black man, woke up a black king (king)
Feeling like LeBron when a nigga won his ring (woo)
I think I want a castle, I can see it in my dreams (dreams)
I gotta pay the mortgage, so I hit a couple schemes (haha)
Fishchale nigga, yeah, seafood diet (diet)
Heard it's a drought, we gon' motherf*ckin' riot (woo)
Young thug dawg, yeah I'm motherf*ckin' tired (hey)
Dear Mister President, you're motherf*ckin' fired (let's go)
Can't vote for Donald 'cause that nigga don't feel us (feel us)
Can't vote for Donald 'cause that nigga gon' kill us (damn)
Black Lives Matter 'til a nigga need a loan (hey)
Credit score good 'til a nigga want a home (haha)
Keep me on that frontline, you can catch me in the streets (streets)
You don't keep the lil' homie, defund the police (yeah)
All them niggas start riots 'cause they know we gon' loot (loot)
I'm ready for the war, that's why I'm lacin' up my boots, yeah (let's go)

Ooh Lordy (so if you are not coming to the people's defense)
Ooh Lordy (don't challenge us, when young people and other people who are frustrated)
Ooh Lordy (by the people you pay, you are paying, instigated to be among our people out there)
Don't nobody know my troubles but God (throwing rocks, breaking windows and burning down buildings)
(And so young people are responding to that)
(They are enraged and there's a easy way to stop it)
(Arrest the cops)
(Charge all the cops, not just some of them)
(Charge them in every city across America, where our people are bein' murdered)

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Here We Go

Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't f*ckin' around, boy, yeah

Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door)
Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (woo)
Arm and hammer run, I'm at the store (talk that shit, nigga)
Sick of nightmares of being poor (yeah)
That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt (ayy)
That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work (woo)
My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth" (worth)
My grandma used to make me go to church (let's go)

Times get hard, still believe in God (God)
Know some niggas down in Broward still believe in fraud (woo)
Preacher told me that I need to live my life with grace (grace)
Lawyer wanted twenty 'fore he even touched the case (damn)
Boy you be talkin' that shit 'cause I'm out the gutter (gutter)
And I was talkin' that shit when I came out my mother (woo)
Before he took his first breath, I lost my only brother (on God)
Motherf*ck the world raw, I lost my only rubber (let's go)
Now they gon' tell you that I really wasn't 'bout that ('bout that)
Like I ain't have a whole mil' before the contract
Like I ain't stand up in that kitchen catching contact (woo)
Hey, I ain't like it so I had to make a comeback (let's go)

Here we go
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door)
Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (floor)
Arm and hammer run, I'm at the store (store)
Sick of nightmares of being poor (yeah)
That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt (ayy)
That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work (woo)
My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth" (worth)
My grandma used to make me go to church (let's go)

They tell you anything and y'all believe it too (too)
I believe in me, nigga, do you believe in you? (You)
Million crabs in the barrel, boy, I never knew (damn)
Let one leave up out the barrel, shit they'll never do (nah)
Another man's opinion's never my reality
I never follow niggas, not my personality
The hustle dead and I call them niggas casualties (killed)
I did it my way, that's probably why they mad at me
Now they gon' try to tell you I was never with that (with that)
Like I ain't hit the interstate and go and get that (get that)
Like I ain't hit Chaquita house and go and split that
Like I ain't do this by myself and they resent that

Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door)
Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (woo)
Arm and hammer run, I'm at the store (talk that shit, nigga)
Sick of nightmares of being poor (yeah)
That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt (ayy)
That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work (woo)
My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth" (worth)
My grandma used to make me go to church

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Modern Day

Woo
Yeah
(Cannon)
Being black, nigga, it's like a modern day crime
Modern, modern day crime

They say I fell off, I bounced back, I got it in me
Hustle fully automatic dawg, don't do no semi
Seven day grind theory, dawg Hustleveli
That's why I got that thug motivation 'cross my belly
You confusing me with them, dawg, must be a mix up
Lots to celebrate, yeah, pour me up a big cup
Nigga, I ain't dead, I ain't in the penitentiary
All the shit I did, yeah, I could have did a century
Nigga, I was plotting on this in elementary
Third period holding my vision, pockets empty
Please don't tell me I can't do it, that will tempt me
What you know about adversity, I tell 'em plenty

All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave
Real estate nigga, that's a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being black, nigga, that's a modern day crime
If he got a badge, that's an modern day opp
Motivation 'cross my belly, like a modern day 'Pac

A soldier dies one time, coward dies a million
Came back reincarnated, what a feeling
Forever I'm immortal, no, you can't kill my spirit
Why they always hating on your name? 'Cause they fear it
Give them all of me like John, I'm a legend
Word to Bush drug war nigga, I'm a veteran
Post-traumatic stress from the pain, I need some morphine
Cash rules everything around me, need some more cream
If I die tonight, wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Me and my girlfriend on brown liquor, getting mellow
Sippin' brown, blowing green, yeah, that thug passion
Y'all thought that I was done-done, that's all a thug asking

All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave
Real estate nigga, that's a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being black, nigga, that's a modern day crime
If he got a badge, that's an modern day opp
Motivation 'cross my belly, like a modern day 'Pac

All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Like, like a modern day slave
Being black, nigga, it's like a modern day crime
Modern, modern day crime
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Modern day grind
Being black, nigga, it's like a modern day crime
Modern, I'm like a modern day 'Pac

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Back

(Cannon)

They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back)
Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back)
Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah)
Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your ho)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go)

Damn, bald head, Pac shit
Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn)
I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga)
Yeah, play that Pyrex like a sport, nigga
The highway hot, nigga no shade (shade)
Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (ayy)
Damn, that's fifty here, and fifty there
Get it in the attic, money in the air
That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch
Clean it up with the same card we play Spades with
The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (nah)
Grown man shit, you can't play kids
You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn)
Two codefedants, you better not tell (nah)
Water in the vision bowl, yeah you know the smell
Breakin' out the weight set, yeah you know the scale
Even got our stamps on it, yeah you know the brail (ayy)
Feds put the dogs on it, smell it like it's quail (ooh)
Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (Tale)
They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell

They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back)
Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back)
Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah)
Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your ho)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go)

This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming
Five tickets off a whole load of greens
Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food
I just put a quarter mil' in an old school
Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (old news)
Niggas braggin' on they plug when they owe dude
I don't gotta tell (tell)
Nigga, I'm in the lab (kitchen)
I want twenty for a half, forty for a slab (bricks)
And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math
Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (ugh)
And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft
I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah)
Long story short, and the short story long (story long)
I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home)
Eight figure nigga, boy I came up sellin' zones
2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (on chrome)
Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold a sack
He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack
Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back
They tryna say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (got it on my back)

Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask your ho, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your ho)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go)
They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back)
Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back)
Took a trip outta town, went and got 'em, brought 'em back
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah)

Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (yeah)
They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (on my back)
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back

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Da Ghetto

Oh, you gotta know what's up to relate to this shit
Oh, you ain't did nothin' I ain't never did, nigga
Trust me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)

The ghetto
That's where I learned my lessons
Where I got my blessings (yeah)
The ghetto
Seen my first ten thousand
Nigga, I ain't even flexin'
The ghetto
On fire, no lighter (no lighter)
Hood like Al Qaeda (damn)
The ghetto
Got money on my mind (on my mind)
That's why I pull them all-nighters
In the ghetto

Old school with the pipes on it
Pull up on the block, shoot dice on it (damn)
And we don't give a f*ck about the polices (nah)
Got court in the morning, pray to sweet Jesus
Granny cooking neck bones, throw some rice on it (on it)
I got a fifth of brown liquor, throw some ice on it
Gotta get your check cashed at the liquor store (store)
And I'm playing Cash 3 at the Texaco (haha)
Apartment so hot, gave your boy a tan
Swear I just seen the homies on Gangland (damn)
You either on parole or probation
The DA gonna send you on vacation (yeah)
Turn the water back on with some grip pliers
All the telephone poles got club fliers (yeah)
Ten-year sentence, modern-day grave
Where they still treat us like modern-day slaves

The ghetto
That's where I learned my lessons
Where I got my blessings (yeah)
The ghetto
Seen my first ten thousand
Nigga, I ain't even flexin'
The ghetto
On fire, no lighter (no lighter)
Hood like Al Qaeda (damn)
The ghetto
Got money on my mind (on my mind)
That's why I pull them all-nighters
In the ghetto

Hot dogs, and pork and beans (comfort food)
Hot water, cornbread and mustard greens (soul foods)
Skid marks from the tires (skee-skrrt)
Rims spinning like dryers (ayy)
Pullin' all-nighters
We use a dope fiend match if we ain't got a lighter
Spring, fall, winter, and summer
Always remember, a fiend never forget a phone number (uh-uh)
In the ghetto, when your lips is black
You either smoke too much cigarettes or do too much crack (damn)
We're tryna get out, and that's a fact
Finish college, co-mack-ulations on that (congratulations)
My daughter, she datin' a dread bro
He activated, might get our whip split in half by the po-po (twelve)
We can be our own enemy (yeah, haterism)
Plus we dealing with white supremacy

The ghetto
That's where I learned my lessons
Where I got my blessings (yeah)
The ghetto
Seen my first ten thousand
Nigga, I ain't even flexin'
The ghetto
On fire, no lighter (no lighter)
Hood like Al Qaeda (damn)
The ghetto
Got money on my mind (on my mind)
That's why I pull them all-nighters
In the ghetto

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Niggaz

(Yeah)
Niggas all the same (same)
Niggas play them games (games)
We don't do priorities
Niggas want the fame (fame)
Nigga take the mortgage money
Buy 'em a new chain (chain)
One thing about a broke nigga
They just gon' complain

Nigga just killed that nigga
Nigga just pulled that trigger
Nigga just came home early
All 'cause he told on his nigga
Nigga gon' rock that ice
Nigga gon' take your life
At the red light, no license
Nigga going take that right
Nigga fake ban that Gucci
Nigga start rocking that Dolce
Say he don't really f*ck with me
Nigga don't even really know me
Nigga gon' say he rich
Then he gon' f*ck your bitch
Then he gon' drop a mixtape
Nigga gon' ice his wrist

(Yeah)
Niggas all the same (same)
Niggas play them games (games)
We don't do priorities
Niggas want the fame (fame)
Nigga take the mortgage money
Buy 'em a new chain (chain)
One thing about a broke nigga
They just gon' complain

Nigga gon' look you in the face
Nigga gon' tell you a lie
Popeyes ordered all wings
Nigga gon' give you a thigh
Another nigga gon' say he can't do it
Nigga ain't even going try
Nigga going sell you a dream
Say they all down for your team
Sell they own soul for a chain
Nigga cross you out for some bling
Nigga wanna brand new coupe
Nigga wanna smoke like Snoop
Every time a nigga hit the strip club
Nigga wanna f*ck like Luke
Don't try the wrong nigga in the strip club
Nigga might f*ck around and shoot
Nigga ain't taking no blame
Nigga ain't sayin' I'm sorry
Nigga shot all up in it
Nigga wanna go see Maury
Niggas ain't got no goals
Niggas ain't got no hoes
Nigga might smoke a whole zip
Some f*ck nigga killed Nip

(Yeah)
Niggas all the same (same)
Niggas play them games (games)
We don't do priorities
Niggas want the fame (fame)
Nigga take the mortgage money
Buy 'em a new chain (chain)
One thing about a broke nigga
They just gon' complain

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Death of Me

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) yeah
Yeah
Don't need you
Yeah, yeah

You there for me, you care for me, you rep for me, you step for me
You flex with me, you next to me, hey, you gon' be the death of me
I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you)
You rob from me, you stole on me, you switched on me, you told on me
Don't fold me, go cold on me
I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you)

(Let's go) I was young when I met her, had me sprung, I can't lie
And I saw the way she played Marcus Clemons, I could die
Yeah, a junkie killed my nigga, he was tryna make a scril
That's when I looked into her eyes and said, "Hey girl, you got a deal"
She was hood with it, bougie with it, sophisticated, calculated
All the niggas wanted her but she's the type that masturbated
Every time them niggas switched up on me, she was there for me
Said nobody loved me in the world but she would care for me
If I helped her get it out the mud then she would share with me
When I see my first hundred thousand, she was there with me
Stack this up, let's get some more, that's the way my mind move
Tonight we on that Hennessy, that shit make my mind blank
We blowing on that NyQuil, that shit make me doze off
Pockets looking mad frail, guess that's why I sold soft
She can talk that money all night, you know I love that
She just want love and loyalty, I said I does that

You there for me, you care for me, you rep for me, you step for me
You flex with me, you next to me, hey, you gon' be the death of me
I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you)
You rob from me, you stole on me, you switched on me, you told on me
Don't fold me, go cold on me
I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you)

Told my mama, yeah, I think your son in love, I guess
She the one that's got him acting like a thug, I guess
She the one that's gonna make him catch a slug, I guess
Grandma praying for me while she at the church, God Bless
Traded in the .38, .380 with the clip
I can sneak it in the club, you should see it, it's a trip
Baby, I can't help but notice that you're acting kinda strange
I thought that we was on the same team, what's up with the games?
She started being scandalous and acting all shiesty (shiesty)
Every time I bring it up, she be acting feisty
Your freedom and your life away, watch out, how you f*ck with her? (F*ck with her)
She just told on what's her name, why the f*ck you trusting her? (Ayy)
She just got your daddy killed, she just got your partner hit (yeah)
Them last niggas you seen her with, they was on that robbing shit
Had that Glock in your face like, "Boy, we gotta eat too
You ain't the only one, nigga, yeah, we like the streets too"

You there for me, you care for me, you rep for me, you step for me
You flex with me, you next to me, hey, you gon' be the death of me
I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you)
You rob from me, you stole on me, you switched on me, you told on me
Don't fold me, go cold on me
I need you (I need you)
I need you (I need you)

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Stimulus Check

The things that keeps a smile on a face
Save the pain that made you feel better every day
(That boy Cash)

Evil in the air, I can feel it
This prophecy cookin' in my head like a skillet
Streets saying talk to 'em, hope them niggas listen
Just 'cause you iced out your cross, nah, that don't make you a Christian
The Lord be talkin' through me, but that don't make me a prophet
Mind them folks done cut the lights off, the f*ck we need a socket
They tryna get a nigga vote, nigga 'bout to sell dope
Another twelve months of quarantine, nigga goin' broke
Can't even lie to ya, I don't f*ck with government
They be thinkin' shit sweet, I don't f*ck with double mint
Y'all ain't got no evidence, why you at my residence?
Blessings on blessings y'all, plus my lawyer's Heaven sent
Be a quiet nigga, don't get upset
Wait on your stimulus check

One time, baby, for your mind, baby
Help is coming though, I think they lyin', baby
Seen it on the news, niggas dyin', baby
They ain't hiring though, heard they firin', baby
One time, baby, for your mind, baby
I just seen the mailman, that's a sign, baby
I just left the bank, it's a line, baby
Don't know the whole truth, we in the blind, baby, yeah

Elon Musk said we 'bout to be flyin'
White boys on CNN said we 'bout to be dyin'
Run and get shot, it's like a everyday thing
I'ma need a vice pres', where the f*ck is Shaun King
Dear Mr. President, let's talk about the future
Donny still sleep, y'all should buy his ass a rooster
I'm on my Bernie Sanders with a lil' Killer Mike
Know some niggas still in it, Eastside, Jody Ike
Can't even lie to ya, I don't f*ck with government
They be thinkin' shit sweet, I don't f*ck with double mint
You ain't want it from the get, what the f*ck did you expect?
Close your eyes nigga, don't get upset
Here go your stimulus check

One time, baby, for your mind, baby
Help is coming though, I think they lyin', baby
Seen it on the news, niggas dyin', baby
They ain't hiring though, heard they firin', baby
One time, baby, for your mind, baby
I just seen the mailman, that's a sign, baby
I just left the bank, it's a line, baby
Don't know the whole truth, we in the blind, baby, yeah

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My Reputation

What's up?
Aha
Oh, they ain't ready for this one here
Yeah
Cool, I see, homie
Yeah
Talk to 'em, homie

Girl I love your confidence (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You don't be stressin' me (not at all, baby)
'Cause baby, you already know what's up with us (you already know)
And even though they try, they can't come between us, babe, hey

(Let's go)
They say they saw me, with who? (Yeah)
When I was at home and smokin' with you (haha)
They always talking about what I do (ayy)
And who I'm with, some shit, not true (nah)
It's always the he say (he say), she say (she say)
Pay 'em no mind anyway
'Cause when I come home, put her on the phone (yeah)
And let her tell y'all what she say (yeah, what? What? Go)

People always talk about (come on, come on, come on)
Your reputation, oh (hey, hey)
But I don't care 'bout those other girls (come on, come on)
Just be good to me
Whoa, whoa, oh

You got people in your hear sayin', "F*ck him" (what?)
"He a street nigga, girl, I wouldn't trust him"
"Plus he got a little drama with DM"
Lyin' on me sayin' I'm all up in three DM (woo)
Since nobody keep it solid, baby I will
Always keep it one hunnid like a truth pill (damn)
You ain't ever gotta wonder if I'm that guy (nah)
Your nigga 'til the death, baby, no lie (yeah)
I'd rather die, come on (let's go)

They say they saw me, with who? (Yeah)
When I was at home and smokin' with you (haha)
They always talking about what I do (ayy)
And who I'm with, some shit, not true (nah)
It's always the he say (he say), she say (she say)
Pay 'em no mind anyway
'Cause when I come home, put her on the phone (yeah)
And let her tell y'all what she say (yeah, what? What? Go)

People always talk about (come on, come on)
Your reputation, oh (come on, yeah)
But I don't care 'bout those other girls
Just be good to me (come on, come on)
Whoa, whoa, oh

You ain't tired of gettin' me so that's why I got you (you)
When they speakin' on a G, just know it ain't true
Give it to you how you want, yeah, you know how I do (do)
In the back of the car, in the bathroom too (damn)
Fifty-fifty baby, everything one hunnid (hunnid)
Give it to you solid, ain't no need to run from it (nah)
Make a movie in the bedroom, beat it like a drumline
Black bandana on, like I did that one time, come on (haha, let's go)

I ain't got no questions (yeah)
Don't care what they say about them (I don't give a f*ck about what they say)
I will never listen (yeah, yeah)
Just me and my baby, ooh
Tonight we got a session (what's up?)
Victory's right in your face tonight
You know who's runnin' this race tonight
I'ma run no relay tonight

People always talk about (talk about, come on, come on)
Your reputation, oh (what's up? Yeah)
But I don't care 'bout those other girls
Just be good to me (come on, come on)
Whoa, whoa, oh
People always talk about (come on, come on, come on)
Your reputation, (ayy, ayy)
But I don't care 'bout those other girls (what's up? Come on, come on)
Just be good to me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, whoa, oh

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The Glory

Yeah
Oh, this what it is right here
Cash, you a fool for this shit, nigga
Yeah, we gon' G-step tonight, baby
We gon' step in the name of glory, let's go
Yeah, uh
I'ma take y'all to the motherf*ckin' club on this one, let's go, uh
Cincinnati, Tennessee, all my niggas in the D
Yeah, look, look
Cleveland, Philly too, Chi-Town, VA, Bmore, what it do? What's up?

What's really goin' on?
Tellin' me I gotta put my feelings on this song
Tell 'em 'bout them devils playin' games in my mind
Ex drug dealer, still tryna be divine
Take a look in my thoughts, yeah, you know what's on my mind
By any means, yeah, that just how I'm designed
We talk about the struggle, Michael Jackson in his prime
Even put 'em on a scale, 'til I seen that 9-9
Thug motivation, yeah, I did it for the thugs
It wasn't 'bout the money, I just done it for the love
Eyes wide shut, bitch I'm lookin' for the hate shit
Lookin' too real to start lookin' for the fake, sheesh

Brown in my cup, stress on my mind, but I'll be fine, I'm gonna
G-step tonight (G-step), G-step tonight (G-step, G-step)
Mm, I know sometimes we got to smile, to keep from cryin'
We're gonna, G-step tonight (G-step), G-step tonight

Niggas still fishin' I ain't goin' for the bait
Too focused on me, them motherf*ckers gotta wait
Solid on solid, put that on my rep
When I'm on that brown liquor, got a mean two-step
To the left, to the right, it's about that time
And you ain't never heard that I don't got grind
If you in this paperwork, he don't cross that line
And if we talkin' paperwork, well we ain't talking 'bout mine
Call it motivation, yeah, I did it for the thugs
It wasn't 'bout the money, I just did it for the love
Eyes wide shut, yeah, I'm lookin' for the hate shit
Lookin' too real to start lookin' for the fake
Solid on solid, I put that on my rep
When I'm on that brown liquor, got a mean two-step
To the left, to the right, it's about that time
And you ain't never heard that I don't got grind, sheesh

Brown in my cup, stress on my mind, but I'll be fine, I'm gonna
G-step tonight (G-step), G-step tonight (G-step, G-step)
Mm, I know sometimes we got to smile, to keep from cryin'
We're gonna, G-step tonight (G-step), G-step tonight

Niggas, clear my name
Should be mad at the motherf*ckin' niggas that told on 'em
Doin' dirt on my name
Should be mad at the motherf*ckin' niggas that road on 'em
All them singers in the club
Should be mad at the motherf*ckin' bitches went cold on 'em
Same nigga 'bout some flows
Same nigga in the motherf*ckin' courtroom fold on 'em
Cincinnati, Tennessee, all my niggas in the D
Yeah, look, look
Cleveland, you too, Chi-Town, VA, Bmore, what it do? What's up?

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Live and Die

Uh, yeah (that boy Cash)
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Yeah, yeah

One time for the night life
Don't get caught up in the bright lights
Hunnid cans, that's a light night
I'm from the home of the swipe life

To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A

To live and die in the A
Every day where they chasin' a sack
Them white boys in the fed building holdin' us back
What you know about them alphabets? P's and B's?
Forty for the thirty-six, nigga please believe
Transaction benihanas ran off with the pack
Pulled up on him, Lenox mall, blew his chest out his back
Baby got her own bread, even the bitches is boss
Gotta watch these niggas too, even the bitches is cautious
Home of the credit card fraud, tryna flex for a broad
Street niggas like rappers, yeah, they livin' like stars
When we put one in the air, that's for Bankroll Fresh
Million niggas in line for that bankroll next

To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A

Buford highway, all my Asians and my Mexicans
Them old Nat niggas throwing up them sets again
Everybody do they own thing, currency chasin'
Put them broads on pause, ain't no currency waitin'
You either scammin', you hustlin', or you're broke
If you the last one, then you's a motherf*ckin' joke
If you can make it here, nigga, you can make it anywhere
This a strip club, shawty, they get naked anywhere
Free Pewee, he in the penitentiary
I'll probably lose my mind if the feds sentence me
They try to knock a nigga off while you gassing up your coupe
Killed him on his birthday, look at how they did Troop, nigga

To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A
To live and die in the A
A, A

One time for the night life
Don't get caught up in the bright lights
Hunnid cans, that's a light night
I'm from the home of the swipe life

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Praying Right

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E League)

Yeah, uh-huh
You know what this is
Yeah
If you don't, you better
Uh-huh, yeah
Somebody else is cryin' right here bro, this is prayer

Prayed for a Bentley last night (night)
Maybe you ain't praying right (yeah)
I know you prayed for a million last night (night, yeah)
But maybe you ain't praying right (let's go, yeah)

The future is sketchy, I'ma wait on the outcome
It's all in your head, it's about the time that the doubt come
Ain't no retreat, I'm bouncing back on my feet, nigga
It's real in the field, you better buy you some cleats, nigga
Woke up this morning, your problems big, your feeling small
Woke up this morning, your problems really ain't big at all
Limited life left, so go 'head and live it all
And you better be present, my nigga, so you can feel it all
It was all a dream, just like Biggie, nigga
I-75, that far lane with that Iggy, nigga
I took it serious, I was never a silly nigga
I prayed a million times, I'm telling you really, nigga

Prayed for a Bentley last night (night)
Maybe you ain't praying right (yeah)
I know you prayed for a million last night (night, yeah)
But maybe you ain't praying right (let's go)
Prayed for a Bentley last night (night)
Maybe you ain't praying right (yeah)
I know you prayed for a million last night (night, yeah)
But maybe you ain't praying right (let's go)

Now lay me down to sleep 'cause talk is cheap
What you do when your old life is obsolete?
And what you live ass backwards like the shit in reverse
Would you do it all over like this shit was rehearsed?
My nigga this ain't a show On Demand, Xfinity
Overachieved the goal and tried to hit you with a penalty
Your feet to the fire, nigga, evolve or die, nigga
He telling you different, your big homie a lie, nigga
If ever I lost it all, wouldn't lose my faith, nigga
Grind 'til I'm dead before I f*ck up my face, nigga
I took it serious, I was never a silly nigga
I prayed a million times, I'm telling you, nigga

Prayed for a Bentley last night (night)
Maybe you ain't praying right (yeah)
I know you prayed for a million last night (night, yeah)
But maybe you ain't praying right (let's go)
Prayed for a Bentley last night (night)
Maybe you ain't praying right (yeah)
I know you prayed for a million last night (night, yeah)
But maybe you ain't praying right (let's go)

Prayed for a Bentley last night (night)
Maybe you ain't praying right (yeah)
I know you prayed for a million last night (night, yeah)
But maybe you ain't praying right (let's go)
Prayed for a Bentley last night (night)
Maybe you ain't praying right (yeah)
I know you prayed for a million last night (night, yeah)
But maybe you ain't praying right (let's go)

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Therapy for My Soul

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Yeah
Therapy, baby
For my soul
Yeah
Just tryna heal, you know?
Yeah

Been listenin' to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned
Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherf*cker burn
Man nobody gave me shit, I wait my motherf*ckin' turn (turn)
(Therapy for my soul)
I had a few hits, even had a few misses
Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes
Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy (therapy)
(Therapy for my soul)

I ain't never been the one to complain, that's win or lose
Made moves and paid dues, walk in my shoes
It's like a nigga came with directions, I really made me
I was drownin' then I threw me a float, I really saved me
Put down everything that I love, that's on my legacy
Never f*cked over nobody to make a better me
If you ask me what happened with Kink, we grew apart
Tried to sue, he took me to court, shit broke my heart
Same nigga you made a millionaire, sue you for millions
Made man and he want it all, none for my children
If 1-5 wasn't my dawg, I would've touched them
When that shit went down with Gibbs, I couldn't trust him
Invested my hard earn money, tied up my bread
But he gon' try to tell you I'm flawed, that's in his head
It's happening just the way that I said it, good on your own
And if I'm honest nothin' gangster about you, leave this alone, yeah
And everybody wonderin' what happened with me and Coach
Same shit that happened between Tommy and Ghost
'Cause yeah, the checks comin' in but the trust ain't there
I would say it's all him but that wouldn't be fair
I was fresh up out the streets, tryna fight my own demons
Knew somethin' wasn't right, guess I had my own reasons
Mission impossible, I ain't on the plan now
Shake took his own life, I ain't understand that
Had me feelin' numb, laid in bed for a week
Eyes didn't closed one time, that's a week with no sleep
I'ma keep it solid, he the reason me and Ross talk
Never ashamed to admit that I was wrong, yeah, that's boss talk
Since we talkin' boss talk, let's address the sucker shit
Grown man playin' on Instagram, real sucker shit
Why the f*ck this clown nigga playin' with my legacy?
Solid in these streets, that's some shit that you will never be
Talking 'bout power, but weak niggas do the most
In real life, nigga you really borrow money from Ghost
All that lil' boy shit, yeah, it make it evident
Made millions in these streets, what the f*ck is 50 Cent?
And it's still Free Meech, love him if he right or wrong
But the streets wanna know, do we really get along?
If you askin' me, nigga, that's one thousand percent
If I did somethin' wrong then I gotta repent
Ain't no hatred in my heart, ain't no hatred in my veins
If you felt me being distant, think it's time to explain
I was stickin' to my plan while Raf Simons took the stand
He tried to G-Money me, what's happenin' with your man?
Tried to throw me in your case, guess he tryna save face
No exception, know the rules, I just handled it with grace
And I ain't sayin' that you told him to do it, I know better
Still the same nigga, nothin' but love, that's forever
See my ego and my pride, yeah, I put it all aside
Reminiscing 'bout all them late nights we used to vibe
When it's all said and done, we're brothers, your mother love us
The feds did you dirty, can't stand them motherf*ckers
Speaking 'bout brothers, welcome home, Tee
A nigga might owe you money, but that nigga ain't me
I be lookin' for the truth 'cause that shit be hard to find
All these lies and these rumors, f*ckin' with my peace of mind

Been listenin' to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned
Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherf*cker burn
Man nobody gave me shit, I wait my motherf*ckin' turn (turn)
(Therapy for my soul)
I had a few hits, even had a few misses
Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes
Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy (therapy)
(Therapy for my soul)
Been listenin' to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned
Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherf*cker burn
Man nobody gave me shit, I wait my motherf*ckin' turn (turn)
(Therapy for my soul)
I had a few hits, even had a few misses
Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes
Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy
(Therapy for my soul)

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Almighty Black Dollar

Yeah
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)

All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy
LV canceled, you tell them to sue me
Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow
Need that, need us, Almighty Black Dollar
F*ck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's
Ciroc, D'Usse, Bel Air, let's get paid
Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow
Need that, need us, Almighty Black Dollar

Gucci don't like black people in Boosie Badazz voice
Every young ghetto nigga dream, brand new black Rolls Royce
Baby mama live in them projects, baby wearing brand new shoes
Still tryna find his way, Daddy ain't leave no clues
Dog still doing that time, then say, "F*ck them feds"
Nigga gon' get this lead or he gon' give me my bread
I ain't really got no credit but a nigga keep that cash
Talking pre COVID-19, young nigga kept that mask
Designer, designer, I can't even spell it
Went broke just to wear it, you can't even tell it
Jesus piece, I ain't pray one time today
But f*ck it, I'm balling, what else can I say?

All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy
LV canceled, you tell them to sue me
Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow
Need that, need us, Almighty Black Dollar
F*ck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's
Ciroc, D'Usse, Bel Air, let's get paid
Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow
Need that, need us, Almighty Black Dollar

(Maybach Music)
All I wanna do is see the real niggas be rewarded (get it)
F*ck a bag, go and buy a whole city for my daughter (get it)
Big homie 65 still doing time, that's in the feds (Mike)
What's the use of climbing to the mountaintop if you're living on the ledge?
Shot the homie in the stomach now he walking around with shit bag
Burnt down Black Wall Street now it's time for the get back
Violate a young nigga probation for a piss test
Got a hug from my mama, whispered in my ear, "We gon' beat this"
(Lord) War ready (war ready)
Black Power (Black Power)
Financial freedom (what)
The Black dollar (uh)
Slave labor (nigga)
No love (no love)
Back to business
Pay what you owe us

All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy
LV canceled, you tell them to sue me
Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow
Need that, need us, Almighty Black Dollar
F*ck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's
Ciroc, D'Usse, Bel Air, let's get paid
Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow
Need that, need us, Almighty Black Dollar

Almighty Black Dollar

---

The Kingdom

I gotta give 'em my heart, I gotta give 'em my soul (woo)
Gotta push through the pain, gotta stay in control (yeah)
See they want me to fold, yeah, they want me to break
Leave me dead in the streets, no that can't be my fate
Tell me who can I trust? Tell me who shall I fear? (Yeah)
Hennessy in my cup (cup), Hennessy in my tears (damn)
Gasoline in my lungs, lil' bro on the drums
No high school diplomas, so they think that I'm dumb
Lord send me a jet, Lord send me a sign (a sign)
Reset my watch, in case I run out of time (time)
They wanna give me a charge, they wanna give me a case (a case)
Teacher called me a failure, said it right to my face
Yeah, they called me a dealer, then they called me a killer (yeah)
Then I went to the bank, then they called me a nigga (damn)
They forgot that I dream, and my mama a queen
They forgot that I'm strong, they forgot I'm a king (woo)

All the bullshit is gettin' really old (what's up?)
Gotta tell the story just in case it's never told
Right hand to God, it does somethin' to my soul (yeah)
When a black man turn nothin' into gold (nigga)
Keep a cup full, so you know it's goin' down (down)
One thing about the world, yeah, you know it's goin' 'round (haha)
Keep your head up, nigga no lookin' down (nah)
When the let you out them cuffs, readjust your crown
King (let's go)

I gotta stay on my path, I gotta conquer my goals
Some call it success, I call it food for the soul
I know some can relate and the rest gonna hate
Do it with or without you, so it ain't no debate (nah)
Seen blood in the streets, nightmares when I sleep (sleep)
They must think I'm a diver, niggas say that I'm deep
Oxygen is a must, niggas dyin' for air
Got us all charged up, y'all better give him the chair (yeah)
They got a license to kill, is you ready to die? (Die)
Notorious thugs, put your hands in the sky (the sky)
Why you think that I'm drinkin'? It's to numb all the pain (woo)
Why you think that I'm smokin'? It's to numb all the fame (yeah)
Feelin' like I'm a target, got a "X" on my back (back)
Not no regular artist, Malcolm X in a hat (yeah)
They forgot that I dream, and my mama a queen
They forgot that I'm strong, they forgot that I'm a king (woo)

All the bullshit is gettin' really old (what's up?)
Gotta tell the story just in case it's never told (yeah)
Right hand to God, it does somethin' to my soul (yeah)
When a black man turn nothin' into gold (nigga)
Keep a cup full, so you know it's goin' down (down)
One thing about the world, yeah, you know it's goin' 'round (haha)
Keep your head up, nigga no lookin' down (nah)
When the let you out them cuffs, readjust your crown
King (let's go)

Yeah, I know a place, that's if you wanna roll
Bring your own weed, even drink your liquor slow
Everybody in that bitch worth six figures
Best part about it, they ain't killin' no niggas
Yeah, I know a place, that's if you wanna go
Money in the air, plenty strippers on the pole
Ain't no opps so you don't need no triggers
Best part about it, they ain't killin' no niggas