Meek Mill - Expensive Pain Album Lyrics

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Intro (Hate On Me)

Brrr
Every time I get back in the streets, this shit get darker
Yeah, woo

Niggas can't hate on me now (Hate on me)
We do it all, we changin' the laws, they thinkin' 'bout takin' me down (Yeah)
We done put bulletproof all on the cars, I told 'em bring eighty more rounds (Brrr)
I put baguettes on all of my dawgs, they fall, they makin' a sound
I'm on a yacht with a bad thot, we got the streets in a headlock
Nigga tried to peep through the backyard, all he seen was the choppas and red dots (Brrr)
I got my mama a black card, yeah, I really put on for the head knock
This that 1AC, you ain't one of them rappers
And none of your steppers can step with my steppers
This chess, not checkers
I told my dawgs, "Don't stress, don't rush it," I really got off
It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better and better and better, my nigga, it's never no pressure (Let's get it)
Every time I hit up one of y'all niggas with smoke, it's never no pressure
Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on your head, shit, I get the special
You know I be hangin' wit' Jews
Get money wit' Russians, I'm makin' my moves
The hood behind me, I never could lose, I'm good, I'm solid
Can't play me like one of them dudes
You probably end up on the news
We mobbin' and wildin'
You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels, especially for none of you dudes
We slidin' wit' choppas

Rockin' Dior, I still remember me poor, I'm tryna get more (No cap)
Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store (Brrr)
Send 'em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door (Yeah)
Nigga gon' die in the streets so we can't even beef, I'ma die on the fours
And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin' that shit like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour
Switchin' the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys
I got the game from the real OG's
And it's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore
I got the game from the real OG's
It's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore, yeah

Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)
Fresh out the jewelers, I jump out the bitches, they know I ain't playin' around
I triple-double whenever I bubble, these niggas in trouble, I'm sayin' it now, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now (Hate on me)
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)
Hate on me now, hate on me now, niggas can hate on me now (Yeah)
We in the city, y'all tell me it's somethin' to say, you should say that shit now, yeah

Yeah, man
Dem dun kno di unruly boss (Boop, boop, boop)
Represent fi bumboclaat, dreamchasers, yeh
Real "El Chapo," Meek Milly (Boop, brr, boop, boop, boop)
A.K.A "Meek Killy"

I was out in UK, ballin' like 2K
All of my diamonds look duray
She say you only gon' do it when we go out the country, we havin' a three way (Get it)
I was gettin' head in the Rolls, start f*ckin' her as soon as I got on the PJ
You was tryna tuck her like PJ, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way (Do it the free way)
Yeah, I was at the bodega, rockin' Bottega (Rockin' that Bott')
Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors, yeah
And I ain't never gon' meet 'em (Yeah)
Once it's up there, nigga, it's stuck there, blow it whenever we see you
We gettin' them pussies off
We gon' sip it and pour
She gettin' 'em all depleted
Know shorty don't get involved
She gon' f*ck on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put the demons in Demons
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put them demons in Demons

Yow Meek
Yuh kno how di f*cking ting guh man
Woy yoii
Outside

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Outside (100 Mph)

Dream Chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас
Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим Dream Chasers
Мы доверяем только Dream Chasers (brrt)

I woke up, I made a mill', said, "F*ck it," then rented the mall (let's go)
If life's a bitch, I'm havin' my way with that shit, and I'm hittin' it raw (havin' it)
Ain't none of y'all niggas gettin' none of this money and bitches, just me and my dawgs
With a brand new Porsche, a Turbo Sport with a horse, but it look like a frog
I just hopped through the hood, then I hop on a chop' in the hood (ride on a chop)
Bad lil' bitch, she pretty as f*ck and the top real good (pretty as f*ck)
Call every night, I don't even want him to walk, shot up the hood
Y'all niggas be payin' them hitters for real, y'all not any good (y'all niggas is pussy)
Green faced AP, cost me four-fifty put it on CRF
I been hurtin' your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see y'all chеst
She gotta move real careful, license to operate, you should see her texts
Name still poppin' up, planes, I'll pop in 'em
Y'all lil' niggas better be on y'all best
I just came out, back outside, now all the baddies back outside
F*ck 'em, spoil 'em, married three months, give 'em a prize
They talk shit 'bout me, they know they play, niggas gon' die
I been ballin' so long in Miami, I don't need to take bitches on dates to pie
She got niggas that's rich, but they ain't really lit like that
Tell her take her time (take your time)
They really love it, but I get with so many hunnies, can't make her mine
Yeah, she said, "Meek, come f*ck me rough"
And I was tryna break her spine (let's get it)
Knowin' this lil' bitch f*cked my dawg
And I can't make her mine (make her mine)

Outside, outside, outside, outside
I just popped out, came back outside
Outside, outside, outside, outside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway)
We outside with it (we outside)
Reachin' for my Richard, you gon' die with it (die)
I been keepin' a pack of bad lil' bitches, they outside with it
And I just made a couple million in five minutes (I'm limitless)
Okay, okay, okay, that new Maybach came today (today)
I put mics all in they face for all my young niggas passed away (away)
Yeah, I ain't really had no time last year, but I'm on niggas' asses today (I am)
Y'all niggas only with keepin' up hoes
Y'all givin' that cash away (yeah), okay, okay

Okay, okay
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Okay, okay
"He hasn't slept in probably seven days"

Go AP like a brick (a bird), bad lil' bitch, she thick (she bad)
Come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we totin' them sticks (brrt)
My dawg got life in the cell (got life), he know that I'm never gon' switch (I won't)
Start ballin' like I was Joel 'cause I got them Ms and Bs on my list (yeah)
And I put that Virgil shit on, for reals, like pardon my twist (yeah)
Every bitch that I be f*ckin' get Rollies for reals, like pardon my bitch (yeah)
She looked me dead in my eyes when she suckin' it, she tryna start up some shit (yeah)
Tryna snatch my soul, lil' bitch, gettin' top with my hand on her
Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my bitch
Pardon my Glock, pardon my hip, I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship
I just did a walkthrough at Roc Nation and left out with four new partnerships
This ain't rap, nigga, I'm back, I just be walkin' and talkin' my shit, yeah
Niggas can't see me, we totin' them chops (niggas ain't see us)
Yeah, I had dreams of murderin' opps, rippin' them demons and burnin' them blocks
They couldn't believe it, I'm turnin' the blocks, yeah (yeah)
Back in them trenches again (we back)
Totin' extensions again, if he play tough, put Benji on him (brrt)
We open it up (open it), open it up (open it)
I f*ck from the back while I'm chokin' her up (chokin' it)
.223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it's no gettin' up
No gettin' up (no gettin'), no gettin' up (no gettin')
Drippin' on niggas, they soakin' it up (soakin')
Walk in the spot with a big-ass .30 on me, give a f*ck if it's pokin' or what

What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?

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On My Soul

Sittin' in the Phantom, countin' money under the sun
Everybody in my hood know I'm the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it's a difference, it feel different how I come

Put it on my soul, I could put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
Bulletproof the Range Rove', niggas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains, so they get tangled
Promise any nigga sayin' my name gon' get mangled (boom)

Same niggas 'round me gettin' changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers
Come to f*ckin' these bitches and gettin' this cash, no, we ain't stainless
Two hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain't famous
Sometimes I just be havin' to vent though, I ain't gon' lie
A lot of people still left here like
Everybody prayin' I don't go back, but it's like, what you want me to do?
Leave my people?
And I can't leave my people, got that eye of the eagle
My homie wanted the Bentley but he died in a Regal
And I ain't never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle
If you my opp, my daddy dyin' to meet you
'Cause I know the feelin' when you f*cked up and you lit
And nobody wan' see you, but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that's how I got even
Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for

Yeah, I'm gettin' everything (everything)
Bulletproof the Range Rove', donut the Durango
Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same though
My young nigga died in the streets lettin' his flame go
And I think about it every night 'fore I sleep, it make my brain go
(Thinkin' about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddlin' with my Glock when I sleep, can't let my flame go
(Got me cuddlin' with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul

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Sharing Locations

(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

I got a lil' bitch from the hood
I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae shit
I be f*ckin' this NBA nigga bitch
'Cause she know I ain't ever gon' say shit
New contract big like I play ball
Lil' boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
I told her, "Pull up," she told me she can't
Her nigga be sharin' locations
Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out with your kids so you owe one
Had my man in the can while you takin' out the trash
He gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run"
Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
This too much cash for me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some
I'll f*ck her raw time to time, I don't show no emotion
But when he died he had them racks, he had to make a GoFund
I hang with the hitters who train the killers
Who send all the niggas on store runs
I got me a check and I brought me a 'Cat
And I went on the block and did donuts

I hang with all the murderers
I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers

Yeah, Rolls Royce swervin', famous bitch curvin'
Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous
Ran it up on accident, they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact I'm blastin' mine, I never get too worried
Hunnid racks and hunnids, they like cursive, I been sellin' verses
One time, I lied inside of my song, I ain't gonna buy her no Birkin
Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain't tryna see no hearses
He ain't even died by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died off Percs
Shawty look perfect (perfect)
Pussy was worth it, go get her some purses
My diamonds be hittin' like we in a Versuz
We stickin' together, this shit in a cursive
I'm f*ckin' with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
We go to Atlanta they Copper and Cove me
Bad lil' bitches all over me
Way too ranked up, ain't no exposin' (no way)
She wanna go to the mall (let's get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis in SoHo and ordered it all
I'm in this bitch with The Voice of The Heros
These niggas is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (no way)
I'm from the P, that's gang
All these niggas know me, I hang with

I hang with all the murderers
I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers

Murderers
I hang with all the murderers
Murderers

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Expensive Pain

Zone, I got lights in this bitch, turn me up somethin' Cruz
Jim in this bitch, Ellis in this bitch, wassup?
Uh
I bought the Richie for a quarter but I sold it for a nickel
(Hold on, lemme hit the blunt)
I'm bringin' real niggas home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official
Yeah, uh

When I start stressin', I get bored, might spend a million, that shit tickle
On a threeway, me and Slow, he caught L's and we both pick 'em
In the cell but you can't tell that we in the jail
'Cause we don't feel no pain unless them kids say in vain, "Dad, I miss you"
If you my dawg, I'm tryna put you on the shit that I'm on
Super drippy, made the Patek match the kicks I got on
Totin' the semi-automatic, ain't no pushin' me, dawg
Time bomb, niggas tickin' me off
Look at the skyline from the penthouse, like Walt Disney, dawg
Send her to the mall and tell her, "Get some Dior"
Made her text her best friend, she said, "He Christian me up"
And the crazy part about it, that wasn't shit to me y'all
Shit, I been winnin' a long time, I know they sick of me, y'all
Got me switchin' up my flow again, switchin' up my ho again
E'rrybody been changin', got me switchin' up my bro again
My dawg did his bid, he came back home and switched his pole again
And I ain't even wanna tell him to slide, he tryna go again
Once he got active, I said, "Go again," yeah
King in my trenches, I'm not average, all I know is win
Total blowout, it's like 0 to 10, yeah

And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim
Knowin' some rich niggas hit it, it'll never be the same
This expensive pain, this expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money
I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask 'bout me in Starlets, I used to ball in there

Shit, I been throwin' paper since Bernice was goin' hard in there, no kizzy
Yeah, expensive bitches, more money, more riches
Cops get behind us, we start takin' off switches
Niggas be in ours but we don't be in y'all business
Shit, how you think we always end up bein' in y'all bitches?
This is the same feelin' that you get like when you a kid on Christmas
I just knocked down a lil' celeb' and I was on her hit list
And I ain't been rappin', I been trappin', tryna learn my business
They thought I fell off, but they well off
I gotta keep my name worth more than money and gold
And remain humble 'round my people so I don't spoil my soul
And I keep my dreams before the fame and all these phony lil' hoes
'Cause I got two sons that's kings and they like spoiled lil' bros
And they want everything, they call, I buy it, order them clothes
You gotta watch for everything, that dot'll spoil your goals
And I be pollyin' with people that got the word of control
'Cause they know I got the influence you can feel it in your soul
This is culture currency, money shit don't ever worry me
Gotta hide my chopper from this bitch, this shit been gettin' embarrassin'
She seen me cuddle with my stick, said, "Boy, you need some therapy"
And I can't lie, I prolly do, 'cause I still have dreams of niggas airin' me
It ain't no f*ckin' fear in me
I let bad bitches f*ckin' share me, and they love it, clearly
Used to fit eighty in them pockets, now we dub Amiri
'Cause I just cook the Cullinan up like I know culinary, yeah

And this expensive pain
When you ridin' through the trenches, bulletproof all on the Range
This expensive pain
Lovin' on the bitch you claim
Knowin' some rich niggas hit it, it'll never be the same
This expensive pain, this expensive pain
Went through some shit about this money
I seen some niggas change, expensive pain
A million on the Richard, and it's plain
And it's crazy, I never check the time in all expensive frames
These Cartiers, I'm with your bitch and I just called her here, we all in here
Ask 'bout me in Starlets, I used to ball in there

"Hey, that girl right there?
I can see it in her eyes, she's a Dreamchaser"

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Ride 4 U

[Kehlani & Meek Mill]
Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (You know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know, I pray my motherf*ckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)

[Meek Mill]
Westside shorty, last summer was a hot girl
But it don't matter now, she my girl
A bucket list since you are my world
I introduced you to some other shit
Now you can't relate if niggas not thorough or not real
I'll tell you how I feel, but it's a lot still
'Cause I don't even know how I feel
But I'll kill for the love of the love you and I built
It's ride or die still
Your bills turnin' into my bills, shit done got real
It's not fake, every other day another sky date
F*ck in the '62s while we drivin' on the highway
Condo with the views out in Seoul, know the fly way
F*ckin' you from Monday all the way to Friday

[Kehlani & Meek Mill]
Baby, you (You), oh, you were made for me (You were made for me, yeah, you know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us (I pray, I pray), pray your heart I'll always keep (Always keep, you know, you know, I pray my motherf*ckin' soul to keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (I'ma ride), slide for you, baby, just say you got me (Yeah)

[Meek Mill]
Told you that shit gon' be forever, gon' remember me
And every time you call, you know I'm pullin' up instantly
Them diamonds on your arm gon' shine forever, to infinity
So even if you leave, it's lit forever, feel my energy, I still
'Member f*ckin' you off Hennessy and wildin' out
Deep all in it, tweakin' in it, got you howlin' out
Rich nigga, made me pull that Urus to your mama house
Them niggas on your mama block respect me, they see me hoppin' out
For real, I used to f*ck you, all my chains on
And listen to all your stories about your ex, some shit he ain't doin'
I wasn't really tryna hear it, but you sound pressed, like you was hangin' on
I had to patch you up so many times, so baby, take it on you

[Kehlani]
Baby, you, yeah, oh, you were made for me (Yeah, yeah)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (Be there instantly, you know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (Heart I'll always keep)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby (Ride for you, baby), slide for you, baby, just say you got me

Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like

Baby, you, oh, you were made for me (You know, you know)
Hit my phone, I'ma be there instantly (You know, you know)
I pray for us, pray your heart I'll always keep (You know, you know)
Just know I'ma ride for you, baby, slide for you, baby, just say you got me

Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like
Yeah, yeah, you got me feelin' like

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Me (FMW)

[Meek Mill]
F*ckin' with me, niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Niggas ain't f*ckin'-)
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, you niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Drop (Yeah)

Flew her out on the first flight
Got that pussy the first night
Niggas say it's war, then it's on sight, gang, gang (Brrt)
Walk in this bitch with all this ice
I could've came through in a 'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (Man)
Countin' these bands up, been f*ckin' my hands up (F*ck it up)
I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your mans up (Brrt)
Big Glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (Hold it up)
She was confused, like, "How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lamb' truck? (She like, "What?")
F*ckin' this tall bitch from the back, say, "Stand up" (Woo)
Then put your motherf*ckin' face down, ass up
Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my nigga, it's past luck
F*ckin' this bitch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up
She wanna go in the 'Rari (Too small)
I wanna rip in the Wraith (Let's go)
I wanna look at thе stars (Stars), like I was hittin' in space (Yeah)
Nigga, how you gеt back home? (How he get back?)
Take a look at his case (Check him out)
Said her period's on (What happened?)
I put it on her face

[Meek Mill & A$AP Ferg]
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, you niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Yeah, yeah, Harlem)
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Meek Mill, what up?)
Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they f*ckin' for free (Ooh-ooh)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me (Yeah)

[A$AP Ferg]
Got a boss bitch, Dominican
Slim with the buns, cinnamon
Friend got the cake like Entenmann's
East coast bitch in Timberlands (Yeah)
Dip with the set like Killa Cam
Hop on a jet and we get a tan
Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, "Finish him" (Right)
Run up, gon' flex, huh
It look like I'm looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh
I just hit Will up with a deposit (Yeah), fill up my neck, huh
Lookin' like light bugs sittin' on my collar (Right)
We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca
Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg)
Then go sit at John and Vinny's, have some pasta with some mobsters (Yeah)
Swervin' through Philly, I'm hangin' with Billies and nobody really can stop us (Woo)
Bia, Bia, we throw dollars, got your Bia pussy poppin' like
Bia, Bia, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho
Bia, Bia, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho
Bia, Bia, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough
Bia, Bia, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough (That's right)

[Meek Mill]
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, you niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (Niggas ain't f*ckin'-)
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me, niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (They can't touch us)
Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they f*ckin' for free (F*ckin' for free)
You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me
Bia, Bia

F*ckin' this bad bitch from the projects, her name Tia
Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and Bia
Nigga asked me did I see her, but I ain't see her
But I did, 'cause she was tucked in the fahina
Spanish bitches goin' up like la marina
She a hot girl and I'm hot too, jalapeño
We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger
We gon' serve that lil' bitch
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

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Hot

(ft. Moneybagg Yo)

(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit)
Fourth quarter
I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some shit lately
For real
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)

Yeah, this that city boy shit (real city)
This shit crazy, we ain't even kiss
I put some shit on her wrist (let's get it)
Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord
It's magic, flick of the wrist (brrt)
Parkin' the chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the shit
I gotta take a flick of this shit (let's go)
I know my haters be sick of this shit
I put a bitch on a bitch (on a bitch)
Wake in the mornin', I look in the mirror
It's crazy, I'm really this rich (shit crazy)
Feedin' my children and makin' my millions
I'm really as real as it gets (for real)
Poppin' them wheelies and shit
I got a Glock with a ten on that shit
And a switch on that shit, know we been on that shit
You know my niggas be sendin' that shit
We be goin' to war, we be pullin' that shit
We be spinnin' that shit, we be bendin' that shit
We be gettin' that money and spendin' that shit
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em
We give 'em to women and shit
I be jumpin' off jets with my members and shit
Everybody in my hood gon' remember this shit (yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this shit
We can go back and forth like it's tennis, lil' bitch
I don't go back and forth with no women and shit
Yeah, if you start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah

I walk in the spot (ooh)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (mmm, mmm)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)

Go
Hotter than Juvie in '99 (fire)
Drippin' Dior to my heel
Pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (on me)
I put this shit on, for real
Mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (ghetto)
Really like f*ck these niggas
I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cuttin' ties (f*ck)
This my life, your entertainment
I want the money, f*ck bein' famous
Why is you fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?)
Sick of these niggas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain
Goin' wherever the money take me (skrrt)
All this forever, that'll never change
Don't think about her but I miss her brain (on God)
Hit the switch, let the stick blow
To ride this wave, you need a big boat
Poppin' shit 'cause I was piss poor
Hotter than grandmama Crisco (go)
I told my nigga to move a lil' smooth (why?)
You can't even tell what the feds seen (spy)
I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN

I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I f*ck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)

---

Love Train

I only can tell you the truth
Yeah, uh

I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it

I tried to give you all my blessings, but you couldn't receive it
'Cause you was listenin' to people that was listenin' to people
I had to get up and leave you 'cause you couldn't even see it
All this fame, turned you to a monster, shit like Resident Evil
And once the love turn toxic, think it's better I don't see you
'Cause I've been runnin' up my millions, shit been revving my ego
I put my money 'fore my bitches so we never get equal
'Cause then the world keep turning and the money keep burning
Living and I'm learning, ain't no bitches I'm concerned with
I seen everybody change on me 'bout some money
Learned to get rich, came home, niggas actin' funny, I can't call it
I'm just strappin' and I ain't talkin'
Swear to God, none of y'all niggas better not grab for my coffin
Swear to God, bad bitches playin' Simon Says when I'm talkin'
And I can't say I'm runnin' them trenches when I ain't walkin'

I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it

Yeah, uh
Let me give you some game, how you gon' maintain?
'Cause niggas that hit it talk like bitches and they be sayin' things
And I know y'all booed up and that's cool, but did you know things change?
And you a good girl, but I seen good girls go play the same game
Turn to bad girls and make niggas rearrange things
And everything just turn into a blame game
Look at it like a watch, she could be a nice watch, you could get a plain Jane
You take that same watch, bust it down, it ain't worth the same thing
But it's gon' shine when the lights hit it, a little bling-bling
You add some diamonds to it, get a little shinin' to it
But think about it, take a good girl, add some wildin' to it
That's like a bust down Rollie, don't hold no value to it
And now you at the jeweler tryna trade it in
'Cause time is money, gotta watch what you spend
You can't make it again
I've been down this road with too many hoes and I can't take it again
Take me
Take me away, take me away, all my pain expensive
I got people tryna take me out like I ain't help invent 'em
Smell the venom like Baccarat, new money on the menu
And I'll never cross nobody that helped me to a million
Why you even finessin'? I wasn't even checkin'
Look at yourself, bitin' the hand that gave you extra
Niggas tryna leave me for dead, but this ain't checkers
I act like I don't notice and then I bring it to your chest up
To the neck up, aimin' at your head soon as I catch up
Too many millions, social media don't impress us
Too many feelings while I'm rappin', hope I don't mess up

I seen so many niggas switch and I had to cut 'em off
So many bitches actin' different when we start f*ckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me, mmm
'Cause I heard they said I wasn't feedin' the team
I'm in the studio all night, shit, I'm like, "What do you mean?"
Shit, all them nights on private flights, feel like we livin' the dream
'Member we said we wouldn't let these bitches get in between
When people told me you was jealous, I just wouldn't believe (believe)
And when niggas told me you was f*ckin', no, I couldn't believe it

---

Northside Southside

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me
Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me
I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I don't know why these lil' niggas be playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that shit end with your family (brrt)
Perkies, thirties, young niggas shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin' (winnin')
I know the way that we livin' that we probably goin' to Hell any minute
He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitchin' (I can tell)
Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My dawg got them tickies for sellin' them brickies
But he ain't make a sale in a minute
Niggas been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Cappin', I know you niggas be cappin' (that's cap)
I hit the switch on you, tappin' (tap)
Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch
And the niggas that go make it happen (woo)
I don't look up to no rappers (I don't)
I ain't been talkin' no trappin' (I won't)
I've been investin', them shells up a check
It's ten million, and that was on taxes (woo)
I'm just turnin' up (I'm just turnin' it)
When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep
That shit be burnin' me up (shit be burnin' me)
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo
I pull up and donut the truck (skrrt-skrrt)
What's a hundred to me?
Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up (yeah)
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang (they can't)
Big FN on me hang (evident, evident)

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

My niggas got bricks for cheapest
Niggas got bits and pieces (yeah)
Niggas just showin' their weakness
Man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
Never no problem sleepin', Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated
Donnie what's happenin'? He doesn't know
Hollowman's tappin' it
Yeah, uppin' them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clappin' it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrappin' the rag on it (hmm)
Yeah, Southside shit
Niggas all workin' outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like KISS
Yeah, who's to be tested?
Hey, it's true to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian? (Yeah)
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testin'
Yeah, f*ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting

Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

---

We Slide

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
(Dinero, what the f*ck?)

Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (hrr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (work)

When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)

Puttin' it in for all my dogs who never made it home
Spendin' nights all in the booth, and I been stayin' lone
Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me long
When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong
And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself
Been takin' risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt
Ain't have a dollar to my name, you don't know how I felt
So how the f*ck could niggas judge me when you ain't never love me?
Goin' to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me
Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain't hug me
Sippin' on a quarter, huh, grimy, thirsty, hungry
Streets was my religion, left my mama for my homies
And we all slide, if he offsides
When they caught my homie slippin', it's like we all died
Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried
Poppin' Percs and sippin' lean, and now we all high
Turned me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets
Got me out my mind, can't go outside without that ladder
I grew up in failure where your dreams'll get shattered
Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter
It don't matter
Lost my daddy, kindergarten, I got badder
When I was twelve, was livin' in hell and lightin' that gas up
So 'bout my dawg know we gon' mask up

Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth
Tryna wash away my sins 'cause I've been doin' dirt
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work

When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide

My codefendant said he can't take no time
Said call the police like Mary J. Blige
The federales picked him up, this ain't no state time
I told him the safest way to talk is on the facetime, yeah
Slide in the the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick
Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics
My brother down the road with a iPhone
Told him don't get used to that, he know I'm gettin' him back home
I cry stale tears and don't know why, why
They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon' let it fly (gon' let it fly)
My mama told me let my pride stay to the side
But I had drunk it like a pint
I made a mistake and killed a player
Keep the Glock when I pray 'cause he won't save us (yeah)
They let a rat kill my neighbor
If I had knew you wouldn't hang, would've told my dawg do me a favor
We slidin', we slidin', we slidin' for slime
We slide, we gon' slide if it's slime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I show people love so they won't kill me (yeah)
Screamin' on the mic, I'm tryna make baby feel me (yeah)
Crosses on my chest, baguettie fingers'll heal me (heal me)
I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my company
Black and white Phantom, made the funeral referee

Got me feelin' like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah)
Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doin' dirt (amen)
If I press a button on you, niggas goin' to church (hrr)
Load them thirties in them glizzies, niggas goin' to work (work)

When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide
And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide)
Yeah, yeah, we slide

---

Tweakin

Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my-

[Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes

[Meek Mill]
Old niggas hatin' on the young niggas, damn
Young niggas wildin' out, beefin' on the 'Gram
I just hope this money don't make me lose who I am
It's funny 'cause this money make me lose all my friends
They say "It's something 'bout Meek Milly, he movin' different than them"
It's lil' fish, I take ya bitch for a swim
The jewelry loud but the Richard Millie plain, I let it whisper to them
That 33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
Niggas know I won't fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all
I get money, f*ck bitches, and I ball
My haters linkin' over my haters, it's ten of y'all
And y'all still couldn't body me
Flow smoother than Wallaby
I do it so honorably
And y'all wonder why they proud of me
This shit is rare
Man, I had cops tryna lie on me
I caught a case at eighteen, they still was puttin' time with me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz
How could I ever trust a bitch when I done f*cked her friends?
'Cause I know when we go our ways she gon' f*ck my man
Damn, hate the game, not the players in it
They say you won't respect a ho until you layin' with her
And she on Versace sheets, pussy-playin' with it
I'm out here rappin' like I'm broke, you niggas playin' with it (Ha)
In the studio, I don't sleep
'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week
I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she don't know if it's car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it 'cause all she know is she with Meek, shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper and deeper, that shit y'all talkin' gettin' cheaper and cheaper
I'm tired of hearin' about y'all Pateks and them foreigns y'all leasin'
'Cause I got mansions 'round the corner from each other and I don't even see 'em
I gotta check 'em on camera just to make sure they good
And niggas had the nerve to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I'm used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches
Y'all niggas outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three niggas in the mix
Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Millie where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he ain't allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters
'21 Maybach fly by, see you later
They ain't even here, they was quiet as a refrigerator
And I ain't even want 'em to see me 'cause I was faded, for real

[Vory & Meek Mill]
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was perfect
I never met a demon that was worth it (Yeah)
They know the book Vor' come with amenities and plenty fees
Your favorite model is not a ten to me, I got ten of these
Your favorite rapper is still feeding off my energy
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly pesos
I just talked to Jeff, I told him strictly Bezos
'Cause I'm too rich to pay hoes (Pay hoes)

---

Love Money

If you know I did it for you, why you ain't pay me back? (Why you ain't pay me back?)
Why I gotta tell you I love you so you can say it back? (Why?)
Let the people manipulate you and it made you crack
Every time that you said you needed me, I gave you racks

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love, left with my money
(Ain't no love, left with my money, ain't no love, left with my money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die through the trenches like I live in the hood)

I took them shackles off my wrist and then I made it ice (let's go)
Same people crossed me say they sorry, but they ain't even make it right
I go to sleep with one eye of open, it's like a way of life
'Cause in them streets, you gotta keep it rollin' like we playin' dice (no crappin' out)
Niggas can't figure me out, I be on everything
You should see how it get in the house, it look like Medellin
Gold chopper sit on the couch, smokin' on better things (brrt)
They seen I had holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed
Pastor sewed it up, I'm goin' up, now niggas text me
People that I grew up with and they switched couldn't even get next to me
Do a favor for 'em, see if they real just like my specialty
Knowin' I don't even need the paper back, shit like a test for me (shit like a test for me)
Niggas testin' me (niggas testin' me)
Knowin' that I'm one of them is special (know that)
My mama crib like a million, my grandma crib like a building
I only put it on the 'gram to give you the recipe

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (ain't no love)
(Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (I bleed blood)
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die doin' a hundred, ride or die)

Too much money comin' in, I don't even count it
Maybach and the Cullinan, I don't even drive it
None of y'all niggas can't tell me I ain't solid
Assassination of my character 'cause I told you I ain't got it
Took some millions and I buried in them in so long that I forget 'em
Took my family and I carried us, brought us all up from the bottom
How you gon' say that I forgot you? All them times I had to spot you (spot you)
The only thing is 'bout a bitch that I done hit or made swallow
Know my dad died as a rival, but I'm still proud of my father
So I put Prada on his baby mama
And I had to tell my youngin' in the trenches
"Don't you ever take no risks, if you gon' spend it on designer" (on designer)
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on this money (on this money)
It's just blood left on this money
Blood on these bitches
Blood on the diamonds, blood on the back of the twenties
Showed too much love, he got whacked in December

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love left on my money (ain't no love)
(Ain't no love on my money, it's just blood on the money)
I put blood diamonds on bitches, leave a blood trial of money (I bleed blood)
(Leave a blood trail of dead presidents and Dior)
I make millions, split it with niggas, you know that I be on it
(You know and I know, you know and I know)
Gettin' busy on a four-fifty, ride or die, doin' a hundred
(Ride or die doin' a hundred, ride or die doin' a-)

---

Blue Notes 2

(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more
A little bit more
Just a teeny bit
Turn me up Cruz
It's so many motherf*ckin' hunnids
You gotta make a part two

I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I know my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock 'em down if you owe me
I just been slidin' 'round, hittin' buildings
We movin' with Glock, pounds and them .40s
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Weathered the shit scene, niggas cracked on me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket
And I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told his mom
Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em
I look you niggas right dead in the eyes
And I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
How would you feel if you bust a mil' with some niggas
And they switch side on you? How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how a thug feel
And you ain't rich nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy
Nigga, this expensive pain
Pullin' an expensive range

Neck got expensive chain
He got drug money (yeah)
That's expensive game (yeah)
I got expensive shooter (yeah)
He got expensive aim (yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (yeah)
That's an expensive name

I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin'
There's no way they matchin' me off
Who really gon' stick me and we gettin' busy
We seein' rap when it's bought?
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum
And they sayin' that was a wash, yeah
Iced out my Rollie, up to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field
With them late nights off Benadryl
With them great whites locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was richest nigga in the prison
I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I watchin' moves, yeah
I was the brokest nigga in the kitchen
I was chasin' a million when they said I couldn't
I was hard headed, I ain't listen
Kinda glad that I never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this
I'm supposed to go get the money
And keep doin' favors and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
Why every time niggas talk 'bout me and it's bad
They keep comin' to you?

I never got that part
Nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad about me
Come to you and you come to me like a ho-ass nigga
I should slap the shit out you
F*ck it
Woo

Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' about bodies, we talkin' about millions
We talkin' about money, they talkin' about killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom soon as I walk in the buildin'
You know how I'm livin'
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the Glizzy
No look out, sissy, you know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, just me and like one of my savages
Nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin' with torches, we totin' and pimpin'
It's f*ck what niggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank

I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist
And this bitch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen whippin'
Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars
On these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
I'm on point ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit
And she know that I'm rich
Every time that I f*ck, she say, "Nut in me"
(Ayy, Lil Uzi)

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Angels (RIP Lil Snupe & Nipsey)

Yeah

When Snupe died, I was high, shit, I ain't get to feel it
And I can't lie, been on my mind that I ain't hit his this killer
Too many guys been switchin' sides, it's only gettin' realer
Look in my eyes, when you see fire, turn me to a villain (Dougie on the beat)
All the money deals made me stress more
Made it out the hood, they think I'm blessed more
Seen my brother's true colors, ain't have a check for 'em
And when it come to my mother, don't even check on
Money and violence, I'm like, "F*ck it, we wildin'"
Whether my dawg was right or wrong, shit, I'm like, "F*ck it, we slidin'"
Sometimes I need to be alone or go to an island to clear my mind up
And you can't cry 'bout that street shit once you sign up
My homie called me 'bout some cash, it f*cked my mind up
Niggas was bitin' down my back, it f*cked my spine up
You ain't even tell me that them niggas said they tryna rob us, you tryna slime us
Trust gettin' lower as the money go up
Heart gettin' colder, I've been very sober
When they say the opps died, we ain't trippin', we like, "So what?"
We ain't here to keep your name alive 'cause we know that it's over
It's over
It's over (haha)
It's over

They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' like it'll be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know who'll slide from the beginning
Thought I was losin', niggas was switchin' sides
We try to win and we winnin', yeah

Snakes in the grass, no hesitation, run 'em over
So I ain't even notice when I ran over a cobra
You was supposed to be my brother, in the trenches we was soldiers
The Impala was breakin' down, but now my Phantom got a chauffer
And I done bulletproofed the Rover
I can't trust nobody, I ain't even invite nobody over
Perkies in my body, I feel less heavy when I'm sober
I did this for my family, I hope this money bring us closer
(Pray the money bring us closer)
Hope the money bring us closer
Whole lot of stuff been on my shoulders, niggas thought that it was over
I've been doin' my thing all quarantine, just tryna clean my soul up
Niggas askin' when I'm droppin', shit, I was tryna get some closure
I was tryna see who with me in my darkest deepest moments
See my feelings, I'm gon' hold it

They thought it was over, we got low in the city
I walk in, unload, and I might blow like three fifty
Tell my youngin' go and he gon' spin 'til he dizzy
Feelin' like it'll be my bro before my enemies get me
And I just wanna know who'll slide from the beginning
Thought I was losin', niggas was switchin' sides
We try to win and we winnin'

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Cold Hearted 3

Uh, yeah

I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died
Fifty mill' in my account, had to strategize
And when I got it out the mud, I wasn't satisfied
And Lord knows that I was sinnin', but I got gratified
So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies
War with us, we test them guys
Street sweep, we gon' dust them guys
Gotta watch 'em close
Some niggas snakes, don't trust them guys
My niggas said, "They cool", I'm like, "No, f*ck that side"
It's only the mob, rep that shit like it's God
You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon' die
If you switch, you gon' die
'Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill' to my name
Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain't hear me complain
I'm a G, I take my scars and I wear 'em in pain
You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame
You let this money come between us, I ain't barely seen ya
And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina
Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño
And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to
Niggas fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em
I peep they been on some shit, I think it's time to flush 'em
Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin' like the Russians
I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah
I never thought it would come down to this
Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit
Millions off of rappin', I done found some shit
Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit
I don't know where I'm goin', I just know I'ma win
And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I'ma sin
Lord know I'ma sin, yeah
And if I go to the hood, they gon' force me to kill
And if nobody gon' slide
I'ma load up and drill, that's no bap
It's no bap, mmm
I know what I gotta do
Hov told me 'bout this type of shit on volume two
Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through
And they could've cuff my niggas, but they was dyin' too
I keep my Glock, one in the head
Got me layin' with this shit with my son in the bed
And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead
It's crazy this the type of shit that go to my head
I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires
But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there
Yeah, it's just money, ain't no feelings here
You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair, yeah, ooh
So many lost lives 'cause niggas couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides
You let them niggas talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides
And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides
Yeah, mmm
Jealousy, envy, self hate

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Halo

Should I just wear a halo?
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mm-hmm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels, yeah, angels)

Yeah
I've been grindin' all my life, chasin' dreams
Not really payin' attention what it do to my health
And I could tell you that this life ain't what it seems
But no matter what it is, I stay true to myself
I say, "Young nigga rumble and stay humble through the fake shit"
All this money and bad bitches, I'm in the matrix
Tryna be successful and still fightin' open cases
At times I get angry at God, like, "Why you take Nip?"
Got me losin' hope in the hood, I'm feelin' hatred
From niggas that look just like me, same color faces
She say she ain't f*ck in a year, I told her taste it
She did it on the first night, and I'm lookin' for my first wife
Tryna find trust in my heart, but it don't work right
Think I'm gettin' numb to the pain, 'cause it don't hurt right
I just wanna go to my hood, wheelie a dirt bike
And post up on the block with the ones that think that I forgot
How we was standin' on the corner with them Glocks
But I know, if I go back to that corner, I'll get shot
Or get robbed, in a box to make me fade away
I miss y'all too but this my calling to go pave a way, for real

Should I just wear a halo?
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels)
Should I just wear a halo? (Mm-hmm)
'Cause I already know too many angels (know too many angels, yeah, angels)

Yeah
And everybody competin' on social media
Shit is fake, all it did was make us greedier
I got it all, and I be still feelin' needier
Tryna shine for all the times they ain't believe in us
So I kinda relate when I see you bein' fake
Shorty take that makeup off, I wanna see your face
Standin' in the club, poppin' bottles, sippin' Ace
Lookin' at the people, lookin' at me like I'm straight
Knowin' I've been goin' through some shit that I don't speak about
Lately I've been stressin' 'bout, man, f*ck it, I'ma leave it out
Let 'em know my business, they gon' judge me, f*ck it, keep 'em out
I been soul searchin' all alone, diggin' deeper now
Tryna find my truth, dream chasin' as a youth
Last night, shit, I was stressin', I woke up and bought a coupe
Put it on the 'Gram and made a caption, that was cool
But I feel better when I'm pickin' Papi up from school
Just chillin' with my mind, this feel better
Than when I'm chillin' with the thot, 'cause I know
All these hoes they ain't really on my side, and I know
Say he my bro, but he ain't really down to slide
And it's a few that got my back, and I could feel it in my spine
And we gon' chase these dreams
Pray the money never make me change
But I got two just to make these lanes
'Cause it's gon' make me aim even higher than ever
Sincerely yours, you know I'm grindin' forever

Should I just wear a halo?
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)
('Cause I already) 'Cause I already know too many angels

Though it gets hard for me, gotta make a living (a living)
Nigga got mouths to feed, can't turn up missing
Niggas do wrong by me, I'm unforgiving
Should I just wear a halo? (Halo)

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Flamerz Flow

1209
(What it do, 30?)

One false move, you a goner
We was maskin' up before Corona
Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley
While I'm swing around the corner
Paper tag this is not a loaner
Drug dealer, this one for the owners
This ain't for the leasers
Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers
Put her on the block list, I'm like, "Bye Felicia"
I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita
And shorty she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her
F*ck her, I don't feed her, I just f*ck her, I don't need her
I'm like, "We just tryna win shit"
Glock fourth gen shit, clear clip extend shit
Don't fear shit, we been shit
Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship
New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they shit
We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit
He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it
Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers playin' "Bye Bye Birdie", ya' dig?
Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey
I wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me
I was rich as f*ck, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early
Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig?
Plain Jane Richie, five-hundred-eighty Benz
Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band
They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man