From handcuffs to Rollies, can't give you the old me
You still wastin' my time, I feel that you owe me
Liar, hearts on fire, walkin' through the wire
Just follow your desire, oh, oh
I remember high speeds on the jakes
I had a plug for Fentanyl on the case
I remember birthdays with no cakes
Early mornin trappin', had a long day
Always moved at my own pace
Duckin' funerals when that chrome spray
Glizzy clappin' til his bones break
Headshot, make his dome shake
And shawty ain't got no guns
He just doin' what his favorite song say
Ain't tryna leave his brothers behind
But he better run for his own sake
Can't escape this daily system
Or you can go the headstone way
Know the keys to life is wisdom
And I know loyalty a strong trait
From handcuffs to Rollies, can't give you the old me
You still wastin' my time, I feel that you owe me
Liar, hearts on fire, walkin' through the wire
Just follow your desire, oh, oh
I bought two guitars singing like it's Rolling Loud
When I'm on the stage
You would think this Glock singing way it's surfin' crowds
We gon' part them waves
Plus I got bands on me like Aerosmith, while I walk this way
And that nigga ran way before the bell, heard he got a lot to say
Chopped him up, thought you wasn't with me through the wire, no
'Cause I'm in the hood bustin' up a sixty or a higher dose
Rockin' two hoodies, now I go and get me a designer coat
I got lil' niggas who been totin' glizzys, they were nine years old
From handcuffs to Rollies, can't give you the old me
You still wastin' my time, I feel that you owe me
Liar, hearts on fire, walkin' through the wire
Just follow your desire, oh, oh
Polo G - Hall of Fame 2.0 Album Lyrics
Polo G - Hall of Fame 2.0 Lyrics
- Broken Guitars
- Bad Man (Smooth Criminal)
- GNF (OKOKOK)
- Go Part 1
- Dont Play
- Start Up Again
- Heart of a Giant
- Heating Up
- Zooted Freestyle
- Black Man in America
- Party Lyfe
- Young N Dumb
- Losses
- Unapologetic
- So Real
- Fortnight
- Fame and Riches
- Decisions
- For the Love of New York
- With You
- Clueless
- Partin Ways
- Bloody Canvas
Writer: Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Bakari Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bad Man (Smooth Criminal)
Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try you, better fight back"
We'll beat his ass if he tryna throw the Folks up
What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up
Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movement and this bitch go, "Fah, fah"
Bet I have 'em huggin' Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life I had to risk-take
But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play
I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with the stiff face
Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend
And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali
Thirty shots'll knock 'em down like Muhammad Ali
Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch
Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try you, better fight back"
We'll beat his ass if he tryna throw the Folks up
What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up
Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movement and this bitch go, "Fah, fah"
Bet I have 'em huggin' Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life I had to risk-take
But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play
I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with the stiff face
Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend
And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali
Thirty shots'll knock 'em down like Muhammad Ali
Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch
Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Writer: Michael Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
GNF (OKOKOK)
Uh
Shh
Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
And them killers gon' jump out the roof
If I give them the green, them lil' niggas shoot, uh
And I really got rich out the blue
But I see red when I'm in the booth
His advance, I spent that on the coupe
Had to really take a stand with the troops
Uh, so, bitch if you see me, salute
And we too turnt, nigga, we don't recruit
I seen his lil' diss, that was cute
My lil' sniper gon' blow like a flute
And shoutout to Pop Smoke
But they don't really wanna f*ck with Lil' Woo
Be direct, boy, you talking to who?
I got shooters that don't even hoop
If it's that, ain't no calling' a truce
Why they mad? I'm just talkin' the truth, bitch
Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
If you diss on the 'net, get your scalp hit
You'd be better off watchin' your mouth, bitch
Real killers don't care 'bout no clout shit
They ain't drop, spin the block, reroute quick
Hut one, hut two, we steppin'
We be really tryna use these weapons
Squeezin' on that two plus seven
Hollows plus you, that's Heaven
Man, I really done turned to a maniac
In that storm, I was stuck where it's rainy at
If they owe me respect, gotta pay me that
So his mama gon' cry for her baby back
And if all of them die, I'm okay with that
'Cause the G-A-N-G, we don't play with that
Four-nickel, I packaged the Drac' with that at
Walk up and make sure that his brains splat
Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
Shh
Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
And them killers gon' jump out the roof
If I give them the green, them lil' niggas shoot, uh
And I really got rich out the blue
But I see red when I'm in the booth
His advance, I spent that on the coupe
Had to really take a stand with the troops
Uh, so, bitch if you see me, salute
And we too turnt, nigga, we don't recruit
I seen his lil' diss, that was cute
My lil' sniper gon' blow like a flute
And shoutout to Pop Smoke
But they don't really wanna f*ck with Lil' Woo
Be direct, boy, you talking to who?
I got shooters that don't even hoop
If it's that, ain't no calling' a truce
Why they mad? I'm just talkin' the truth, bitch
Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
If you diss on the 'net, get your scalp hit
You'd be better off watchin' your mouth, bitch
Real killers don't care 'bout no clout shit
They ain't drop, spin the block, reroute quick
Hut one, hut two, we steppin'
We be really tryna use these weapons
Squeezin' on that two plus seven
Hollows plus you, that's Heaven
Man, I really done turned to a maniac
In that storm, I was stuck where it's rainy at
If they owe me respect, gotta pay me that
So his mama gon' cry for her baby back
And if all of them die, I'm okay with that
'Cause the G-A-N-G, we don't play with that
Four-nickel, I packaged the Drac' with that at
Walk up and make sure that his brains splat
Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
Writer: Harry Potter, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, William Ohlsson Varanda
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Go Part 1
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a-
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid)
Uh, rather get caught with it
Can't f*ck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Pink slips shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we shoot it up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
When I'm toppin' Nina, I feel anger, I'm ascended (bop, bop, bop, bop)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of L's that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the f*ck I am
I could pop out couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
Got a six car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plan on robbin', that Nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (yeah, boom)
Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)
And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim
Snuck in the club, that baby Glock
Tucked right in my tims (tucked right in my tims)
Still got an AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb' (grrah)
Pussy, no bap (ayy), I don't bap a lot (no bap)
Can't say no cap, put that on cap, I'm with Capalot (that's lil' bro)
The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock (stay there)
Been totin' pistols before Rap, I don't know how to stop
I can't switch, can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich
Got a deal, can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick
Maybach cost a quarter mil', they ain't really shit
Can't let 'em see me lose, they expectin' me to crash
All my cars up to date, no point in dwellin' in the past
See 'em, hop out, chase 'em, we on every nigga ass
Trip you up, down face 'em, get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
Say we ain't slidin', have you get zipped up talkin', my point exactly
My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me (uh)
Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke, we ain't scared
He reach for his Carti', it's gon' be a whole lot of red
Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode, I ain't playin'
Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a-
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low
Expensive nightmares on a-
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid)
Uh, rather get caught with it
Can't f*ck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Pink slips shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we shoot it up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
When I'm toppin' Nina, I feel anger, I'm ascended (bop, bop, bop, bop)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of L's that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the f*ck I am
I could pop out couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
Got a six car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plan on robbin', that Nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (yeah, boom)
Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)
And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim
Snuck in the club, that baby Glock
Tucked right in my tims (tucked right in my tims)
Still got an AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb' (grrah)
Pussy, no bap (ayy), I don't bap a lot (no bap)
Can't say no cap, put that on cap, I'm with Capalot (that's lil' bro)
The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock (stay there)
Been totin' pistols before Rap, I don't know how to stop
I can't switch, can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich
Got a deal, can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick
Maybach cost a quarter mil', they ain't really shit
Can't let 'em see me lose, they expectin' me to crash
All my cars up to date, no point in dwellin' in the past
See 'em, hop out, chase 'em, we on every nigga ass
Trip you up, down face 'em, get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
Say we ain't slidin', have you get zipped up talkin', my point exactly
My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me (uh)
Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke, we ain't scared
He reach for his Carti', it's gon' be a whole lot of red
Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode, I ain't playin'
Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh
Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a-
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low
Writer: Bach Nguyentran, Daniel Hackett, Herbert Wright, Julius Brown, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dont Play
Uh, uh
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Club action-packed all night
Jayson Tatum what I ball like
I be pimpin', got a lot of bad bitches
Mike Vick, start a dog fight
Got a smart mouth but her jaw's nice
Neck on freeze, all ice
We been stackin' bands to a tall height
Leave a hunnid K at the mall life, uh
F*ck it, off again, Las Vegas, MGM, uh
Bad bitch, shoot my shot just like I'm playin' in the gym
She showed all her friends what I say in her DMs
Drippin' all this water, can my haters even swim?
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Sellin' iCarly
I'm unstoppable, niggas can't guard me
Go up top, I'm too rich to be arguin'
I been chillin', I hope you ain't thinkin' I lost it
I gave 'em salaries, I'm on that boss shit
I don't play no ball, but you play, we gon' cross you
She wanna f*ck with the kid 'cause I'm saucy
If you wanna ride me, you know it's gon' cost you
I do what I want to when I'm ready
SF90, this bitch litty
I'm confident, bet whatever they bettin'
I don't play games, I'm not that petty
Full-court press, I'm not gon' let up
I don't care, I guess I'm fed up
I'm doin' good but could be better
I don't talk much but I ain't gon' shut up (yeah)
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Always on it, why the f*ck would I waste time?
If I get a shot, I'ma take mine
Watch me score like LeBron up the baseline
They left me in the dark like I can't shine
From the rain, now it's Rolls-Royce umbrellas
Velveeta, that boy got dumb cheddar
I'm just chasin' paper, ain't know nothin' else
I ain't losin' sleep 'bout a bitch, no, I won't stress her
Leave a ho then I move onto somethin' better
Catch her peepin' the drip, I'ma jump better
Mike Amiri and new Saint Laurent sweater
And I always pop out with my young steppers
They on go, all he need is one gesture
Keep on gassin' 'em up 'til that pump wet him
Niggas diss on the gang and they touch stretchers
Torch his top, turn his homies to pallbearers
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Club action-packed all night
Jayson Tatum what I ball like
I be pimpin', got a lot of bad bitches
Mike Vick, start a dog fight
Got a smart mouth but her jaw's nice
Neck on freeze, all ice
We been stackin' bands to a tall height
Leave a hunnid K at the mall life, uh
F*ck it, off again, Las Vegas, MGM, uh
Bad bitch, shoot my shot just like I'm playin' in the gym
She showed all her friends what I say in her DMs
Drippin' all this water, can my haters even swim?
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Sellin' iCarly
I'm unstoppable, niggas can't guard me
Go up top, I'm too rich to be arguin'
I been chillin', I hope you ain't thinkin' I lost it
I gave 'em salaries, I'm on that boss shit
I don't play no ball, but you play, we gon' cross you
She wanna f*ck with the kid 'cause I'm saucy
If you wanna ride me, you know it's gon' cost you
I do what I want to when I'm ready
SF90, this bitch litty
I'm confident, bet whatever they bettin'
I don't play games, I'm not that petty
Full-court press, I'm not gon' let up
I don't care, I guess I'm fed up
I'm doin' good but could be better
I don't talk much but I ain't gon' shut up (yeah)
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Always on it, why the f*ck would I waste time?
If I get a shot, I'ma take mine
Watch me score like LeBron up the baseline
They left me in the dark like I can't shine
From the rain, now it's Rolls-Royce umbrellas
Velveeta, that boy got dumb cheddar
I'm just chasin' paper, ain't know nothin' else
I ain't losin' sleep 'bout a bitch, no, I won't stress her
Leave a ho then I move onto somethin' better
Catch her peepin' the drip, I'ma jump better
Mike Amiri and new Saint Laurent sweater
And I always pop out with my young steppers
They on go, all he need is one gesture
Keep on gassin' 'em up 'til that pump wet him
Niggas diss on the gang and they touch stretchers
Torch his top, turn his homies to pallbearers
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll wipe his nose like a handkerchief
Say you ridin' for him, then you dyin' for him
Like a crash dummy, leave him layin' stiff
We was sellin' white like Taylor Swift
Pockets weak, he ain't got no weight to lift
Writer: Dominique Jones, Jonathon Holder, Joseph Dionte Steele, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Start Up Again
Uh (wow)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherf*ckin' cut, bitch
Gang, uh, uh
I be with savages, they is not havin' it
If it's ever a problem, we tackle it
Switch on the chopper, that bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it
Beat up the pussy, I damage it
Passport stamp, f*ck the ref, how I'm travelin'
Louis by Virgil, my drip is immaculate, uh
Give me a beat, I'm attackin' it, uh
Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it
Opps, they some bitches, we beefin' with actresses
Post in the trap, we got D in the cabinet, uh
She get on her knees when she gaggin' it
Might cop a 'Cat 'cause I beat all them challenges
Hundred twenty a show what I'm averagin'
On the ropes, I ain't fold, I wasn't panickin'
Uh, uh, start up again
She over with, now I'm all in her friends
Two hundred shots, they gon' ball up your mans
Lil Jo keep cappin', he noddin' off Xans, uh
I'm Euro steppin' in France, uh
Drip check, Amiri my pants
Glock a guitar, we gon' rock out like bands
Spin through they block, he get killed where he stand
I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (go)
Benjamin, Grants, my pockets got names (whoa)
The Bentley cocaine, that look like the main
A brick of white Forces, same color them thangs (thirty-six)
I just got booked to go somewhere in Spain (gone)
F*ck a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's really two hundred an occasion, man (where?)
I'm on the jet eatin' Raising Cane's
They trippin', the grass too high
I don't never be at the house in Memphis (why?)
I done outgrew the city (yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hit me (nah)
Lil' box at the back of the Glock, we got switches
Awful lot of cough syrup on my Dickies (dope)
I'm so picky when it comes to these bitches (why?)
Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky, got wifey with me, ay
I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes
I keep it too thorough (raw)
Talkin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
I just was over there, I speak for the ghetto
Eight ounces of Wock' in the Faygo, I'm KO
These niggas fake, put together like Play-Doh (ha)
Uh, uh, drillin' this new ho (uh)
Ride like a horse so I pass her to Polo (here)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherf*ckin' cut, bitch
Gang, uh, uh
I be with savages, they is not havin' it
If it's ever a problem, we tackle it
Switch on the chopper, that bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it
Beat up the pussy, I damage it
Passport stamp, f*ck the ref, how I'm travelin'
Louis by Virgil, my drip is immaculate, uh
Give me a beat, I'm attackin' it, uh
Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it
Opps, they some bitches, we beefin' with actresses
Post in the trap, we got D in the cabinet, uh
She get on her knees when she gaggin' it
Might cop a 'Cat 'cause I beat all them challenges
Hundred twenty a show what I'm averagin'
On the ropes, I ain't fold, I wasn't panickin'
Uh, uh, start up again
She over with, now I'm all in her friends
Two hundred shots, they gon' ball up your mans
Lil Jo keep cappin', he noddin' off Xans, uh
I'm Euro steppin' in France, uh
Drip check, Amiri my pants
Glock a guitar, we gon' rock out like bands
Spin through they block, he get killed where he stand
I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (go)
Benjamin, Grants, my pockets got names (whoa)
The Bentley cocaine, that look like the main
A brick of white Forces, same color them thangs (thirty-six)
I just got booked to go somewhere in Spain (gone)
F*ck a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's really two hundred an occasion, man (where?)
I'm on the jet eatin' Raising Cane's
They trippin', the grass too high
I don't never be at the house in Memphis (why?)
I done outgrew the city (yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hit me (nah)
Lil' box at the back of the Glock, we got switches
Awful lot of cough syrup on my Dickies (dope)
I'm so picky when it comes to these bitches (why?)
Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky, got wifey with me, ay
I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes
I keep it too thorough (raw)
Talkin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
I just was over there, I speak for the ghetto
Eight ounces of Wock' in the Faygo, I'm KO
These niggas fake, put together like Play-Doh (ha)
Uh, uh, drillin' this new ho (uh)
Ride like a horse so I pass her to Polo (here)
Writer: Demario Dewayne Jr. White, Joshua Howard Luellen, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Heart of a Giant
(Damn Mikey)
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh
I had dreams of touchin' ki's, no piano
Don't f*ck with me 'cause you feel like you got to
Said she writing someone name, her latest tattoo
Said I left her broken, I ain't try to
But you whatever you want, you know I got you
Arguments with my BM, she said a lot to hurt me
I was goin' numb but that was back when I was poppin' Perkys
Grindin' hard for these fabrics now I feel like Prada cursed me
I'm tryna sell off my conscience, they sell off controversy
Can't compare his numbers to mine, that's 'cause the block was thirsty
Out in them trenches, stay a while, I keep a Glock with thirty
Them members left a bloody scene, that's how our mob get dirty
Score, fast brakes, hit up his body, they shot up his jersey
They keep forgettin' who got the city, might make copies of my stat sheet
Get up close, knock out his grill, we don't rap beef
Hop out the car and turn that bitch into a track meet
Runnin' from the graveyard so we pack heat
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh
Youngin' was already the coldest, you just ain't know it
Too many scars, heartbroken as he got older (yeah, yeah)
Glock in pants, if he show it, he gonna blow it (yeah, yeah)
All for them bands, he be rockin', he be rollin' (yeah, yeah)
And niggas they got tension but they beef be undercover, though (yeah, yeah)
I can't lie I miss it, but these bitches ain't one hunnid, though
I thought you was different but you built just like these other hoes
Had me in my feelings once I seen how your true colors show
But I carry on, act like I don't care 'bout that
Tryna change her last name to green until I seen her heart was black
Try my best to lead the team, life of a quarterback
Heard the news about DeeDee, I damn near a heart attack (yeah)
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh
I had dreams of touchin' ki's, no piano
Don't f*ck with me 'cause you feel like you got to
Said she writing someone name, her latest tattoo
Said I left her broken, I ain't try to
But you whatever you want, you know I got you
Arguments with my BM, she said a lot to hurt me
I was goin' numb but that was back when I was poppin' Perkys
Grindin' hard for these fabrics now I feel like Prada cursed me
I'm tryna sell off my conscience, they sell off controversy
Can't compare his numbers to mine, that's 'cause the block was thirsty
Out in them trenches, stay a while, I keep a Glock with thirty
Them members left a bloody scene, that's how our mob get dirty
Score, fast brakes, hit up his body, they shot up his jersey
They keep forgettin' who got the city, might make copies of my stat sheet
Get up close, knock out his grill, we don't rap beef
Hop out the car and turn that bitch into a track meet
Runnin' from the graveyard so we pack heat
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh
Youngin' was already the coldest, you just ain't know it
Too many scars, heartbroken as he got older (yeah, yeah)
Glock in pants, if he show it, he gonna blow it (yeah, yeah)
All for them bands, he be rockin', he be rollin' (yeah, yeah)
And niggas they got tension but they beef be undercover, though (yeah, yeah)
I can't lie I miss it, but these bitches ain't one hunnid, though
I thought you was different but you built just like these other hoes
Had me in my feelings once I seen how your true colors show
But I carry on, act like I don't care 'bout that
Tryna change her last name to green until I seen her heart was black
Try my best to lead the team, life of a quarterback
Heard the news about DeeDee, I damn near a heart attack (yeah)
Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh
Writer: Michael Darin Rasmussen, Nathan Kitchen, Rodarius M. Green, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Heating Up
Mh-mh, mhm, mh, mh (according to a spokesman)
Mh, we pull up and we send hot shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Uh, uh
I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches
With my niggas, f*ck the opps, we duck the district
I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures
Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you
I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up
Ain't no way we can chill, this thing will kill and get your head clucked
This blicky with me, if it get too fishy, we gon' send it up
We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough
Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass
I started with a couple racks, I lost them all and got 'em back
They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds
When I got caught up for them things, ain't say a thing, go 'round and ask
I be trippin' off them things, I pop a X, get in my bag
I don't like totin' normal blicks, all of these Glocks got somethin' attached
That bitch go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
Them niggas sweet, for that lil' one shit that we did they ain't get back
We got the drop on all of y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack
Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad I'm in my act'
We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC
Pour a double cup with Kooly, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't f*ckin' with me
Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we f*ckin' up the city
Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps, every day, it been a killin'
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit
All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks
Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick
I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick
I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick
My lil' snipers, they don't give a f*ck, man, they'll whack a bitch
I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit
Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit
Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit
Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages
Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit
Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?
You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' shit
Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit
My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick
Mh, we pull up and we send hot shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Uh, uh
I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches
With my niggas, f*ck the opps, we duck the district
I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures
Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you
I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up
Ain't no way we can chill, this thing will kill and get your head clucked
This blicky with me, if it get too fishy, we gon' send it up
We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough
Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass
I started with a couple racks, I lost them all and got 'em back
They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds
When I got caught up for them things, ain't say a thing, go 'round and ask
I be trippin' off them things, I pop a X, get in my bag
I don't like totin' normal blicks, all of these Glocks got somethin' attached
That bitch go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
Them niggas sweet, for that lil' one shit that we did they ain't get back
We got the drop on all of y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack
Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad I'm in my act'
We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC
Pour a double cup with Kooly, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't f*ckin' with me
Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we f*ckin' up the city
Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps, every day, it been a killin'
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit
All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks
Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick
I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick
I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick
My lil' snipers, they don't give a f*ck, man, they'll whack a bitch
I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit
Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit
Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit
Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages
Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit
Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?
You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' shit
Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit
My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick
Writer: Andre Brown, David Cabral, Javon Reynolds, Master Washington, Sidney Reynolds, Taurus Bartlett, Ziare West
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Zooted Freestyle
Ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I work the pack, I was never over the stove whippin'
Had to trap to make a way, this shit a cold business
Boy, if you conversate with rocks, might get a long sentence, uh
Nina blowin' kisses til it's soul liftin'
My lil' homie known for shootin' like he Cole Bennett
Was just a shawty, off this checks, was f*ckin' grown women
My life a movie, all these bitches wanna roll in it
The cloth I'm cut from was special, I wear my clothes different
Locked in the booth, say I'm the GOAT from how I'm killin' tracks
Bitch, just be grateful if you got a chance to witness that
I f*cked up the racks, went on the road just to get it back
Starin' in the mirror, still ain't met nobody really yet
Coward was that nigga, lost his soul, I remember that
How you go on ten thousand drills, still ain't no killer yet?
Three blicks in the whip and if they deep then we got sticks for that
They gon' have to outline his body like a silhouette
What you know 'bout watchin' out for opps, in a bullpen?
Devil don't care 'bout your innocence, you will get lured
I might have a bed made in Hell for these new sins
I can't say I'm sorry 'bout some shit that I'm gon' do again
We might pop out at your party, snuck them Rugers in, uh
Them Glocks hot when my shooters spin
Baby, we just set the tone, we don't do the trends
I'm from where they try to make a livin' off of two-for-ten
Yeah, bitch you know how we rock
F*ck with the gang, you get brutalized
Please don't try to take my chain, boy, that's suicide
Comin' straight from the slumps where it's do or die
Now how you gon' survive? Ain't nowhere you can hide
For sure, them troopers slide, hollows go into his spine
That glizzy'll bust, leave his noodle fried
Is you with us or what? Better choose a side
Don't sign up for this, if you ain't 'bout it, this shit deadly
Goofies talkin' 'bout that they outside, nigga, barely
I got way too faded, seein' the reaper but he sparred me
From a slimy-ass block where niggas real rarely
Bein' broken and trusting snakes the only thing that scare me
If I hear that back door unlock, a nigga gettin' burried
VVS my pendant, this shit hittin', check my clarity
Got on and made donations in my hood like a charity
I been reeking' havoc, 'cause they never played it fairly
Uh, uh (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I work the pack, I was never over the stove whippin'
Had to trap to make a way, this shit a cold business
Boy, if you conversate with rocks, might get a long sentence, uh
Nina blowin' kisses til it's soul liftin'
My lil' homie known for shootin' like he Cole Bennett
Was just a shawty, off this checks, was f*ckin' grown women
My life a movie, all these bitches wanna roll in it
The cloth I'm cut from was special, I wear my clothes different
Locked in the booth, say I'm the GOAT from how I'm killin' tracks
Bitch, just be grateful if you got a chance to witness that
I f*cked up the racks, went on the road just to get it back
Starin' in the mirror, still ain't met nobody really yet
Coward was that nigga, lost his soul, I remember that
How you go on ten thousand drills, still ain't no killer yet?
Three blicks in the whip and if they deep then we got sticks for that
They gon' have to outline his body like a silhouette
What you know 'bout watchin' out for opps, in a bullpen?
Devil don't care 'bout your innocence, you will get lured
I might have a bed made in Hell for these new sins
I can't say I'm sorry 'bout some shit that I'm gon' do again
We might pop out at your party, snuck them Rugers in, uh
Them Glocks hot when my shooters spin
Baby, we just set the tone, we don't do the trends
I'm from where they try to make a livin' off of two-for-ten
Yeah, bitch you know how we rock
F*ck with the gang, you get brutalized
Please don't try to take my chain, boy, that's suicide
Comin' straight from the slumps where it's do or die
Now how you gon' survive? Ain't nowhere you can hide
For sure, them troopers slide, hollows go into his spine
That glizzy'll bust, leave his noodle fried
Is you with us or what? Better choose a side
Don't sign up for this, if you ain't 'bout it, this shit deadly
Goofies talkin' 'bout that they outside, nigga, barely
I got way too faded, seein' the reaper but he sparred me
From a slimy-ass block where niggas real rarely
Bein' broken and trusting snakes the only thing that scare me
If I hear that back door unlock, a nigga gettin' burried
VVS my pendant, this shit hittin', check my clarity
Got on and made donations in my hood like a charity
I been reeking' havoc, 'cause they never played it fairly
Writer: Lathan Moses, Nicholas Mira, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Black Man in America
Uh, yeah
I guess
I guess, I f*ckin' guess
Wanted hood fame 'cause the love different
Mobbin' with the gang, daily drug dealin'
Rappers who to blame for me mud sippin'
Puddle full of pain come from blood drippin'
Just designer shoes, really no ambition
He just savin' for the next club kickin'
Shawty ain't got no morals but a dime or a five
Only time we judge bitches
Feel like f*ck the world, f*ck his enemies
Dead niggas in his lungs hittin'
Nigga, ain't no guidance when them thugs drillin'
Just a bunch of sirens and them slugs spittin'
Mama told me the block gon' always be there
But not if it's gentrified
I'm just reppin' where I was raised
Nigga, I ain't never had me an option to pick a side
Lot of shit changed in the hood when my niggas died
Really don't shed tears but a nigga cry
Whether it's us or police, we get victimized
Angry and ignorant, we never civilized
F*ck a political figure 'cause I'm still a nigga
Can't win me over with a stimulus bribe
Still want me stuck in the system
They hate that we chosen to kill 'em inside
I can't breathe and this mask can't muzzle me
Can't conform and they hate my reluctancy
Yeah, I made it out the hood but it's stuck in me
From the slums, always where the trouble be
Ain't a rapper in my lane that can f*ck with me
Man, this whole new generation is under me
Don't know how I can say that shit humbly
Way at the top, I'm just waitin' for company
I mean it's, it's lonely up here, like
It's cold, all type of shit, like
But, nah, for real, though, like
I just really be thinkin' sometimes, I hear myself spittin'
I'm like, "Who can really f*ck with me?" But
That's another discussion
Do this shit for my ancestors
In them slave fields rockin' corduroys
You ain't get the picture like a Polaroid
Niggas say we opps and we don't know them boys
When these rappers talkin', I be so annoyed
Say they makin' noise but it's only noise
A confrontation, what I won't avoid
My confidence, that's what they won't destroy
These niggas missed they targets, hit the youth
They ain't tryna bargain, they just shoot
The apple don't fall too far from the tree
Them guns that's loaded like forbidden fruit
Line 'em all up then it's R.I.P.
Ain't apologizin' in the booth
A prophecy, my life the livin' proof
Give props to me, what I don't hear 'em do
Keep sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. and they never believe it
Quite frankly, I'm gettin' tired of tellin' you, Cletus
I been on the roll like I'm paraplegic
Way up on the opps, we'll never get even
A lot of sick talk when them weapons be speakin'
Go grab the white chalk 'cause they left him not breathin'
Slave to the block 'cause they chop what they teachin'
That's why we outside in whatever the season
A hundred years ago, they would've hanged us
Before Cuban links, we was chained up
Free the ones, the asset that we pray for
Know a constitution never made us
I'm just waitin' on a revolution
With no fear, I'm older when that day come
Either house nigga or a mansion nigga
That refuses comfort of a pay cut
I'm the Deputy Chairman
Of the State of Illinois Black Panther Party, Fred Hampton
I be teaching that solidarity is a thing
The end of a complete wipe out of imperialism is a thing
So, if you're gon' be thinking about me
That's what Bobby would be teaching
If you're gon' be thinking about, all we said is we don't-
Ain't no thing about going nowhere, getting killed
All we want to know is
That you're doing what we'd be doing if we were here
And you got to do that
You can't do it unless you believe that you can do it
In the spirit of liberation (in the spirit of liberation)
I guess
I guess, I f*ckin' guess
Wanted hood fame 'cause the love different
Mobbin' with the gang, daily drug dealin'
Rappers who to blame for me mud sippin'
Puddle full of pain come from blood drippin'
Just designer shoes, really no ambition
He just savin' for the next club kickin'
Shawty ain't got no morals but a dime or a five
Only time we judge bitches
Feel like f*ck the world, f*ck his enemies
Dead niggas in his lungs hittin'
Nigga, ain't no guidance when them thugs drillin'
Just a bunch of sirens and them slugs spittin'
Mama told me the block gon' always be there
But not if it's gentrified
I'm just reppin' where I was raised
Nigga, I ain't never had me an option to pick a side
Lot of shit changed in the hood when my niggas died
Really don't shed tears but a nigga cry
Whether it's us or police, we get victimized
Angry and ignorant, we never civilized
F*ck a political figure 'cause I'm still a nigga
Can't win me over with a stimulus bribe
Still want me stuck in the system
They hate that we chosen to kill 'em inside
I can't breathe and this mask can't muzzle me
Can't conform and they hate my reluctancy
Yeah, I made it out the hood but it's stuck in me
From the slums, always where the trouble be
Ain't a rapper in my lane that can f*ck with me
Man, this whole new generation is under me
Don't know how I can say that shit humbly
Way at the top, I'm just waitin' for company
I mean it's, it's lonely up here, like
It's cold, all type of shit, like
But, nah, for real, though, like
I just really be thinkin' sometimes, I hear myself spittin'
I'm like, "Who can really f*ck with me?" But
That's another discussion
Do this shit for my ancestors
In them slave fields rockin' corduroys
You ain't get the picture like a Polaroid
Niggas say we opps and we don't know them boys
When these rappers talkin', I be so annoyed
Say they makin' noise but it's only noise
A confrontation, what I won't avoid
My confidence, that's what they won't destroy
These niggas missed they targets, hit the youth
They ain't tryna bargain, they just shoot
The apple don't fall too far from the tree
Them guns that's loaded like forbidden fruit
Line 'em all up then it's R.I.P.
Ain't apologizin' in the booth
A prophecy, my life the livin' proof
Give props to me, what I don't hear 'em do
Keep sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. and they never believe it
Quite frankly, I'm gettin' tired of tellin' you, Cletus
I been on the roll like I'm paraplegic
Way up on the opps, we'll never get even
A lot of sick talk when them weapons be speakin'
Go grab the white chalk 'cause they left him not breathin'
Slave to the block 'cause they chop what they teachin'
That's why we outside in whatever the season
A hundred years ago, they would've hanged us
Before Cuban links, we was chained up
Free the ones, the asset that we pray for
Know a constitution never made us
I'm just waitin' on a revolution
With no fear, I'm older when that day come
Either house nigga or a mansion nigga
That refuses comfort of a pay cut
I'm the Deputy Chairman
Of the State of Illinois Black Panther Party, Fred Hampton
I be teaching that solidarity is a thing
The end of a complete wipe out of imperialism is a thing
So, if you're gon' be thinking about me
That's what Bobby would be teaching
If you're gon' be thinking about, all we said is we don't-
Ain't no thing about going nowhere, getting killed
All we want to know is
That you're doing what we'd be doing if we were here
And you got to do that
You can't do it unless you believe that you can do it
In the spirit of liberation (in the spirit of liberation)
Writer: Cameron Molfetta, Matthew Samuels, Rupert Thomas Jr., Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Party Lyfe
We live a party life, turnt up all night
Enjoy the moment, uh
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh
Take off and let your hair down
Went AWOL, I see you here now
Watch the gang ball, they all care now
And every claim false, we don't care about
Party life all night, bitch, I'm lit
Dancin' under the stars lights, this my shit
Celine hoodie and Off-White for my kicks
Heard he ballin' part time, he on the bench, uh
Heart-eyes for my bitch
Tryna make this one night we won't forget, uh
And we still ain't been asleep, 'cause we ain't tryin' to
Gang f*ckin' up scene when we slide through
Uh, hoppin' out of foreigns, stick on me while I walk it out
It ain't 'bout money, what the f*ck we really talkin' 'bout?
Uh, I remember million dollars schemes, all I thought about
Now we just party and bullshit until they bring my coffin out
We live a party life, turnt up all night
Enjoy the moment, uh
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh
Take off and let your hair down
Went AWOL, I see you here now
Watch the gang ball, they all care now
And every claim false, we don't care about (woo)
Party starter, I feel played and I'ma act on it
To live this life I'm livin'
I went through Hell and I came back from it (I came back)
I think it's cute she say she never comin' back
'Round two or three weeks ago exact
And made her throw that pussy back for me
Even when it's blue, the flame ain't hotter than this
Weed, prescription drugs, I had it all in my piss
One in the head of my lil' pistol, make the biggest gangster get low
Shoot a nigga on stage, I turn your show into a shit show, nigga
Yeah, niggas been hatin' on Baby from the get-go, nigga
But he still that nigga, your kids, your mama and your bitch know
So f*ck your win, I ain't tryna party with them lames
I rather kick back with my people
'Cause family matters like the Winslows, nigga
We live a party life, turnt up all night (Carl Winslow and them, nigga)
Enjoy the moment, uh (enjoy the motherf*ckin' moment, nigga)
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh (yeah)
Take off and let your hair down (this shit can't be recreated)
Went AWOL, I see you here now (and this shit can't be duplicated, man)
Watch the gang ball, they all care now (shit can't be done like this twice, nigga)
And every claim false, we don't care about (be yourself, go)
Enjoy the moment, uh
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh
Take off and let your hair down
Went AWOL, I see you here now
Watch the gang ball, they all care now
And every claim false, we don't care about
Party life all night, bitch, I'm lit
Dancin' under the stars lights, this my shit
Celine hoodie and Off-White for my kicks
Heard he ballin' part time, he on the bench, uh
Heart-eyes for my bitch
Tryna make this one night we won't forget, uh
And we still ain't been asleep, 'cause we ain't tryin' to
Gang f*ckin' up scene when we slide through
Uh, hoppin' out of foreigns, stick on me while I walk it out
It ain't 'bout money, what the f*ck we really talkin' 'bout?
Uh, I remember million dollars schemes, all I thought about
Now we just party and bullshit until they bring my coffin out
We live a party life, turnt up all night
Enjoy the moment, uh
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh
Take off and let your hair down
Went AWOL, I see you here now
Watch the gang ball, they all care now
And every claim false, we don't care about (woo)
Party starter, I feel played and I'ma act on it
To live this life I'm livin'
I went through Hell and I came back from it (I came back)
I think it's cute she say she never comin' back
'Round two or three weeks ago exact
And made her throw that pussy back for me
Even when it's blue, the flame ain't hotter than this
Weed, prescription drugs, I had it all in my piss
One in the head of my lil' pistol, make the biggest gangster get low
Shoot a nigga on stage, I turn your show into a shit show, nigga
Yeah, niggas been hatin' on Baby from the get-go, nigga
But he still that nigga, your kids, your mama and your bitch know
So f*ck your win, I ain't tryna party with them lames
I rather kick back with my people
'Cause family matters like the Winslows, nigga
We live a party life, turnt up all night (Carl Winslow and them, nigga)
Enjoy the moment, uh (enjoy the motherf*ckin' moment, nigga)
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh (yeah)
Take off and let your hair down (this shit can't be recreated)
Went AWOL, I see you here now (and this shit can't be duplicated, man)
Watch the gang ball, they all care now (shit can't be done like this twice, nigga)
And every claim false, we don't care about (be yourself, go)
Writer: Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Young N Dumb
We was out here gangbangin' now
Posted on the block, my chain swangin'
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb, uh, uh
Pay attention to detail
Made a million off my email
Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells
But it could be a Glock 23 shell
Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
Where I come from, we don't see Yale
Block baby, I'm a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
Eyeball the work, we don't need scales
I got baking soda on resale
He'll do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a bitch, uh
I gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds, we empty a stick
Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
Society got too many distractions
Every problem don't need a reaction
Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense
Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'
Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen
Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'
All this trauma increasin' the damage
Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'
This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell
Have you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors, dead body smell
Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well
He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
Posted on the block, my chain swangin'
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb, uh, uh
Pay attention to detail
Made a million off my email
Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells
But it could be a Glock 23 shell
Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
Where I come from, we don't see Yale
Block baby, I'm a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
Eyeball the work, we don't need scales
I got baking soda on resale
He'll do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a bitch, uh
I gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds, we empty a stick
Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
Society got too many distractions
Every problem don't need a reaction
Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense
Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'
Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen
Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'
All this trauma increasin' the damage
Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'
This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell
Have you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors, dead body smell
Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well
He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Moritz Pomp, Simon Drab, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Losses
(Wheezy outta here)
In Bentley trucks, with semis tucked
Lil' hot and 'em turn the city up
We wildin', don't give any f*cks
We block stars, they envy us
A broken child with stingy trust
This greatness can't be in a rush
Lil Capalot get plenty bucks
Girl, this ain't love, just empty lust
Just spoil her, go shoppin'
keep her ass rubbed and her titties sucked
Benjamin after Benjamin, what that money counter keep spittin' out
And that's music to my ears and I'm dancin' with the devil
Forbes list, I'm tryna be one of the richest, I can't settle
Rockstar lifestyle, grip a heavy metal
I put my bros on my Patek, got hood angels in my bezel
Yeah, yeah, we pay foreign cars, I got several
Shinin' to the grave, tell the undertaker, "Bustdown my shovel"
I hate that summer that I lost bro
They ain't cut from my cloth, no
Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes
Whole gang lit, that's squad goals
Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen
Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green
I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah
I upgrade everything that come with my dawgs
Sometimes they love me, then hate me, they wished it all (yeah)
They wish I was broke and didn't have none of these cars (uh)
I'm so up, above your climate, I'm in the stars
I built this shit from the ground and I took it far
I caught that bitch at the counter, took care of her charge
She picked me up in a Uber, then we had went to eat
She sucked that dick, and I had asked, do she got missin' teeth
We had to party in the streets, and then they miss me
I told them, "When I come back, I'ma buy the whole street"
My homie hit the bitch, but act like he don't know a thing
That's that's mob tie, that's that mob life, yeah
I hate that summer that I lost bro
They ain't cut from my cloth, no
Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes
Whole gang lit, that's squad goals
Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen
Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green
I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah
In Bentley trucks, with semis tucked
Lil' hot and 'em turn the city up
We wildin', don't give any f*cks
We block stars, they envy us
A broken child with stingy trust
This greatness can't be in a rush
Lil Capalot get plenty bucks
Girl, this ain't love, just empty lust
Just spoil her, go shoppin'
keep her ass rubbed and her titties sucked
Benjamin after Benjamin, what that money counter keep spittin' out
And that's music to my ears and I'm dancin' with the devil
Forbes list, I'm tryna be one of the richest, I can't settle
Rockstar lifestyle, grip a heavy metal
I put my bros on my Patek, got hood angels in my bezel
Yeah, yeah, we pay foreign cars, I got several
Shinin' to the grave, tell the undertaker, "Bustdown my shovel"
I hate that summer that I lost bro
They ain't cut from my cloth, no
Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes
Whole gang lit, that's squad goals
Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen
Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green
I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah
I upgrade everything that come with my dawgs
Sometimes they love me, then hate me, they wished it all (yeah)
They wish I was broke and didn't have none of these cars (uh)
I'm so up, above your climate, I'm in the stars
I built this shit from the ground and I took it far
I caught that bitch at the counter, took care of her charge
She picked me up in a Uber, then we had went to eat
She sucked that dick, and I had asked, do she got missin' teeth
We had to party in the streets, and then they miss me
I told them, "When I come back, I'ma buy the whole street"
My homie hit the bitch, but act like he don't know a thing
That's that's mob tie, that's that mob life, yeah
I hate that summer that I lost bro
They ain't cut from my cloth, no
Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes
Whole gang lit, that's squad goals
Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen
Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green
I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., BILL MODE RICO
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., BILL MODE RICO
Unapologetic
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Uh, uh, uh
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp
Before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick
Tell him come get his shit (come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits
Her ass thicker than Jiffy mix (thicker than Jiffy mix)
Don't f*ck with no set-up
Bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Pass the Glock, a give and go (a give and go)
Shoot it with me when I blow (when I blow)
At your top, we hit your throat, I call that hangin' from a rope
Niggas know how I be gettin' too wicked, two titties on semis
My glizzies got jimmies, no jammin', knock the jelly out biscuits
Boy, you got me f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
Bitch, you know you lucked up (you know you lucked up)
Caught him out in traffic (come here, boy)
Hit the car but he duck, duck, a goose better get loose
Shooters comin' after you, and all of your troops (all of your troops)
What you gonna do when this fire get to lettin' loose?
(When that thing get to lettin' loose, brrt)
Lock him in the trunk (in the trunk)
Take the emergency exit off so he can't run (ayy, he can't run from us)
Doin' donuts, havin' fun (ayy, havin' fun)
This his last ride before he meet my f*ckin' gun, nigga (come here, come here, brrt)
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp
Before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick
Tell him come get his shit (come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits
Her ass thicker than Jiffy mix (thicker than Jiffy mix)
Don't f*ck with no set-up
Bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (uh, uh)
Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean
Broski shoot your mans all in his shit to get his hurt redeemed
Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing
Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring
Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene
Left him with a tag like he tryna show his Purple jeans
Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends
I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean
Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases
Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces
I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, addies got my head racin'
Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp
Before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick
Tell him come get his shit (come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits
Her ass thicker than Jiffy mix (thicker than Jiffy mix)
Don't f*ck with no set-up
Bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (brrt, brrt)
Uh, uh, uh
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp
Before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick
Tell him come get his shit (come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits
Her ass thicker than Jiffy mix (thicker than Jiffy mix)
Don't f*ck with no set-up
Bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Pass the Glock, a give and go (a give and go)
Shoot it with me when I blow (when I blow)
At your top, we hit your throat, I call that hangin' from a rope
Niggas know how I be gettin' too wicked, two titties on semis
My glizzies got jimmies, no jammin', knock the jelly out biscuits
Boy, you got me f*cked up (you got me f*cked up)
Bitch, you know you lucked up (you know you lucked up)
Caught him out in traffic (come here, boy)
Hit the car but he duck, duck, a goose better get loose
Shooters comin' after you, and all of your troops (all of your troops)
What you gonna do when this fire get to lettin' loose?
(When that thing get to lettin' loose, brrt)
Lock him in the trunk (in the trunk)
Take the emergency exit off so he can't run (ayy, he can't run from us)
Doin' donuts, havin' fun (ayy, havin' fun)
This his last ride before he meet my f*ckin' gun, nigga (come here, come here, brrt)
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp
Before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick
Tell him come get his shit (come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits
Her ass thicker than Jiffy mix (thicker than Jiffy mix)
Don't f*ck with no set-up
Bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (uh, uh)
Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean
Broski shoot your mans all in his shit to get his hurt redeemed
Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing
Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring
Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene
Left him with a tag like he tryna show his Purple jeans
Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends
I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean
Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases
Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces
I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, addies got my head racin'
Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked
Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons
Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic
My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it
Hell, nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend
I was taught to drop an opp
Before I go and drop a diss (drop a diss)
Won't apologize about that lick
Tell him come get his shit (come get your shit)
Brand new bitch with brand new tits
Her ass thicker than Jiffy mix (thicker than Jiffy mix)
Don't f*ck with no set-up
Bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (brrt, brrt)
Writer: Bryson Potts, Joshua Luellen, Matthew-Kyle Adrian Brown, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
So Real
(Sephgotthewaves)
Oh, uh
Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie, uh
Come on, I'll take you where you need to go
Tell you whatever you need to know
'Cause we fo' sho', I'll keep you close, won't sleep alone
Passionate, give you deepest stroke
Soaring through these skies, trips to Dubai
I'll do anything to keep you satisfied
Tears of a warrior, I have some battle cries
Know you wonderin' how I survived, oh
And I hate it when we break up, different hoes and liquor
All night I stayed up, starin' at your picture
Them hard times made us, my heart for you got bigger
Don't think I'll ever find something realer, oh (uh)
Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie, uh
May 18th, nine o'clock, L.A. time
I remember that's the first day we FaceTimed
Now even when it's gloomy, still know how to make my day shine
On the road to forever, we can't fall by the wayside
Real street nigga, love you like my first gun
Forever grateful for you, bless me with my first son
Bonnie and Clyde, baby, let's go on the run
Play you for your heart, girl, let's have a one-on-one
Treat this love like a religion 'cause I believe in you
Something like a guardian angel, that when I needed you
Never had to question a thing, I know that she the truth
Always showed me nothing but loyalty when I needed proof (uh)
Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie
Oh, uh
Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie, uh
Come on, I'll take you where you need to go
Tell you whatever you need to know
'Cause we fo' sho', I'll keep you close, won't sleep alone
Passionate, give you deepest stroke
Soaring through these skies, trips to Dubai
I'll do anything to keep you satisfied
Tears of a warrior, I have some battle cries
Know you wonderin' how I survived, oh
And I hate it when we break up, different hoes and liquor
All night I stayed up, starin' at your picture
Them hard times made us, my heart for you got bigger
Don't think I'll ever find something realer, oh (uh)
Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie, uh
May 18th, nine o'clock, L.A. time
I remember that's the first day we FaceTimed
Now even when it's gloomy, still know how to make my day shine
On the road to forever, we can't fall by the wayside
Real street nigga, love you like my first gun
Forever grateful for you, bless me with my first son
Bonnie and Clyde, baby, let's go on the run
Play you for your heart, girl, let's have a one-on-one
Treat this love like a religion 'cause I believe in you
Something like a guardian angel, that when I needed you
Never had to question a thing, I know that she the truth
Always showed me nothing but loyalty when I needed proof (uh)
Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie
Writer: Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fortnight
Uh, da, uh, ooh-uh
Uh, ooh-oh, oh-whoa, uh
Uh, oh, oh, uh-ohh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh
Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life
Uh, uh, I wouldn't lie to you
Swear if we locked in, I'll die for you
Road to riches, I'm ridin' through, uh
Steppin' on they necks in a designer shoe, uh
Uh, I got jet lag
And that new coupe, it go vroom, yeah, that 'Vette fast
Took off like rockets towards the moon, keep them checks cashed
And we gon' sweep up like a broom when that shit blast
I speak no lies, facts
My lil' sniper on the left of me like Mad Max
And we don't rock with opps so we can't cut them guys slack
Out there posted in that field like a halfback
Now when it come to chasin' mills, I gotta have that
Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life
Yeah, I been stuntin' on 'em like I skateboard
And they say it cost to be the boss, well, I can pay for it
Feel like a real solider, tryna live through everyday war
I come from a city, if they starvin', they'll take yours
I made it out so my Patek be feelin' like a trophy
I got twenty-four chains, ballin' like I'm Kobe
Felt underrated, had to gain my recognition slowly
I bet she gon' say I'm the realest if she get to know me
Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life
Uh, ooh-oh, oh-whoa, uh
Uh, oh, oh, uh-ohh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh
Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life
Uh, uh, I wouldn't lie to you
Swear if we locked in, I'll die for you
Road to riches, I'm ridin' through, uh
Steppin' on they necks in a designer shoe, uh
Uh, I got jet lag
And that new coupe, it go vroom, yeah, that 'Vette fast
Took off like rockets towards the moon, keep them checks cashed
And we gon' sweep up like a broom when that shit blast
I speak no lies, facts
My lil' sniper on the left of me like Mad Max
And we don't rock with opps so we can't cut them guys slack
Out there posted in that field like a halfback
Now when it come to chasin' mills, I gotta have that
Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life
Yeah, I been stuntin' on 'em like I skateboard
And they say it cost to be the boss, well, I can pay for it
Feel like a real solider, tryna live through everyday war
I come from a city, if they starvin', they'll take yours
I made it out so my Patek be feelin' like a trophy
I got twenty-four chains, ballin' like I'm Kobe
Felt underrated, had to gain my recognition slowly
I bet she gon' say I'm the realest if she get to know me
Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life
Writer: Brian Mitchel, Ethan Hayest, Kai Hasegawa, Taurus Bartlet
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fame and Riches
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished
Baby, this Ralph Lauren, not Lacoste
Tryna shake these toxic thoughts
But if a pussy play, we knock him off
And when I had a kid, I seen what my mama saw
Got niggas pocket watching tryna add up what I bought
He might get a halo from these hollows
Been drowning in my sorrows but hopefully I'll be fine by tomorrow
In my feelings in this Wraith 'cause that's where stars cope
Insecure but he so scared to let his scars show
Might cash out on the Vette like f*ck a car note
Tired of being heart broke, numb to the pain, he let his heart go
Posted on the strip selling Demi Lovato
Pull up, take his soul, we don't borrow
F*ck the opps, get money, that's the motto
Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished
Ay, time wait for no man, I'm off this romance
She just wanna f*ck to Jamie Foxx and Kanye West's "Slow Jamz"
Been taking it slow, ain't popped a pill in a minute
And sometimes I don't know who by my side 'cause these niggas tell me lies
Got crossed too many times, you can't catch me by surprise
My mama took me to church, I'm tryna keep up with my tithes
Got a purpose, gotta step on they tops
I know they praying I'ma flop, they ain't know I was a blessing in disguise
And I know that if I ended up in prison, they'd never ever visit
They'd never ever send a J-Pay
I promise I'ma make it home to my lil' baby
I promise to never ever listen to naysay
Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness (so I gotta keep it true)
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
(Make sure I keep a cut, watch out for my lil' brother)
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished
Uh, uh, uh
Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished
Baby, this Ralph Lauren, not Lacoste
Tryna shake these toxic thoughts
But if a pussy play, we knock him off
And when I had a kid, I seen what my mama saw
Got niggas pocket watching tryna add up what I bought
He might get a halo from these hollows
Been drowning in my sorrows but hopefully I'll be fine by tomorrow
In my feelings in this Wraith 'cause that's where stars cope
Insecure but he so scared to let his scars show
Might cash out on the Vette like f*ck a car note
Tired of being heart broke, numb to the pain, he let his heart go
Posted on the strip selling Demi Lovato
Pull up, take his soul, we don't borrow
F*ck the opps, get money, that's the motto
Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished
Ay, time wait for no man, I'm off this romance
She just wanna f*ck to Jamie Foxx and Kanye West's "Slow Jamz"
Been taking it slow, ain't popped a pill in a minute
And sometimes I don't know who by my side 'cause these niggas tell me lies
Got crossed too many times, you can't catch me by surprise
My mama took me to church, I'm tryna keep up with my tithes
Got a purpose, gotta step on they tops
I know they praying I'ma flop, they ain't know I was a blessing in disguise
And I know that if I ended up in prison, they'd never ever visit
They'd never ever send a J-Pay
I promise I'ma make it home to my lil' baby
I promise to never ever listen to naysay
Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness (so I gotta keep it true)
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
(Make sure I keep a cut, watch out for my lil' brother)
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished
Writer: Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Rodrick Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Decisions
Free Lil Stank, high speed on the cops, he gon' control the wheel
Lil' foenem gon' hop out on your block, they tryna overkill
Might relapse, linkin' with my gangers make me want a pill
My niggas gone and I got so much anger I don't wanna feel
Told her, "Baby, tat my name on it so I know it's real"
But I can't be your knight in shinin' armor, I don't own a shield
Trenches playin' foul but we won't drop no flags on the field
Foreigns back to back, I make 'em sick so I'm Corona ill
Had a bond, we grew apart, just tryna trust my foolish heart
Front line, my shooters spark, might go and shut down Seward Park
Bullseye like he threw a dart, pray my young niggas out movin' smart
Pray they movin' smart, uh
When the lights dim and the crowd leave
Can I count on you to stick around me?
Show in Miami, I'm takin' my talents to South Beach
Bought a house for my granny, I told her rich is what I'll be
When you're all on your own without me
Hope what I said is what you can now see
I had to shut up all the ones who tried to doubt me
Who would've thought that silence could sound sweet?
I'm tryna evaporate his soul with them bullets
Hurt his aunty when she seen him lose his soul on that footage
I'm from Chiraq where they'll roll 'em doughs when you ain't looking, uh
They gon' fry his top just like a stove, leave him cookin'
Pop Out Gang, I been on the road, takin' bookings
I'm the nigga went and did everything they said I couldn't
Racin' to the top, bitch, stay in your lane and keep it pushin'
Playin' with my guap, that's gon have lil' gang 'nem in your bushes, uh
Deep up in that water with the sharks and the great whites
I remember days it was dark, made me hate life
Catch a nigga, kill him, let it spark broad daylight
Told him I'm the greatest, that ain't somethin' I gotta say twice (uh)
When the lights dim and the crowd leave
Can I count on you to stick around me?
Show in Miami, I'm takin' my talents to South Beach
Bought a house for my granny, I told her rich is what I'll be
When you're all on your own without me
Hope what I said is what you can now see
I had to shut up all the ones who tried to doubt me
Who would've thought that silence could sound sweet?
Lil' foenem gon' hop out on your block, they tryna overkill
Might relapse, linkin' with my gangers make me want a pill
My niggas gone and I got so much anger I don't wanna feel
Told her, "Baby, tat my name on it so I know it's real"
But I can't be your knight in shinin' armor, I don't own a shield
Trenches playin' foul but we won't drop no flags on the field
Foreigns back to back, I make 'em sick so I'm Corona ill
Had a bond, we grew apart, just tryna trust my foolish heart
Front line, my shooters spark, might go and shut down Seward Park
Bullseye like he threw a dart, pray my young niggas out movin' smart
Pray they movin' smart, uh
When the lights dim and the crowd leave
Can I count on you to stick around me?
Show in Miami, I'm takin' my talents to South Beach
Bought a house for my granny, I told her rich is what I'll be
When you're all on your own without me
Hope what I said is what you can now see
I had to shut up all the ones who tried to doubt me
Who would've thought that silence could sound sweet?
I'm tryna evaporate his soul with them bullets
Hurt his aunty when she seen him lose his soul on that footage
I'm from Chiraq where they'll roll 'em doughs when you ain't looking, uh
They gon' fry his top just like a stove, leave him cookin'
Pop Out Gang, I been on the road, takin' bookings
I'm the nigga went and did everything they said I couldn't
Racin' to the top, bitch, stay in your lane and keep it pushin'
Playin' with my guap, that's gon have lil' gang 'nem in your bushes, uh
Deep up in that water with the sharks and the great whites
I remember days it was dark, made me hate life
Catch a nigga, kill him, let it spark broad daylight
Told him I'm the greatest, that ain't somethin' I gotta say twice (uh)
When the lights dim and the crowd leave
Can I count on you to stick around me?
Show in Miami, I'm takin' my talents to South Beach
Bought a house for my granny, I told her rich is what I'll be
When you're all on your own without me
Hope what I said is what you can now see
I had to shut up all the ones who tried to doubt me
Who would've thought that silence could sound sweet?
Writer: Danny L. Snodgrass, Jr., Michael Romito, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
For the Love of New York
Polo, Polo
Polo G
(CashMoneyAP)
Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys
Countin' millions, flyin' private jets to pass time
And every time I hit the road, I'm on the cash grind
It's hard adapting to this life, I live the fast kind
But we can rock until I'm spittin' out my last rhyme
How many times we gotta argue 'fore we get it right?
'Cause it's been long days and bitter nights
We could talk about it, it ain't shit for you to get a flight
Went through some things that make me see you in a different light
I ain't stuntin' these hoes, I'm just livin' life
But if we fall off, could I still call for some quick advice?
Turn into strangers, still remember what your kiss is like
Lights off, hands on your waist, always grip it tight
Tryna figure out my feelings, I'm confusin' you
Where I'm from, happy endings are unusual
If looks could kill, they'd be cryin' at my funeral
And even when you mad, girl, you still so beautiful (uh)
Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys
You said you'd never make me cry
That's right before you made me cry
Said you ain't like them other guys
Then you led me to my demise
I never shoulda gave it to you in the first place (place)
And why the f*ck I move in with you in the first place? (Place)
I was the first one to put you up on that Hermès
Exotic beaches, just layin' there like a mermaid
Coulda took your surname, kept you from them birdbrains
Now you in my burn book, f*ck you and what's-her-name
I'd rather physical, emotional's the worst pain
You triggering my anxiety in the worst way
Sometimes, the best thing you could do is step away (away)
I'll always be the one you let get away (away)
Put on our favorite song and I just let it play (play)
Pull out the git-at and I might just let it spray (spray)
Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys
Mmm
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone (I'll be gone)
Told my bitch, "Pick me up in the morning"
Gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone (gone)
This is toxic, don't act like it's normal
(Like it's normal)
This is toxic, don't act like it's normal
Polo G
(CashMoneyAP)
Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys
Countin' millions, flyin' private jets to pass time
And every time I hit the road, I'm on the cash grind
It's hard adapting to this life, I live the fast kind
But we can rock until I'm spittin' out my last rhyme
How many times we gotta argue 'fore we get it right?
'Cause it's been long days and bitter nights
We could talk about it, it ain't shit for you to get a flight
Went through some things that make me see you in a different light
I ain't stuntin' these hoes, I'm just livin' life
But if we fall off, could I still call for some quick advice?
Turn into strangers, still remember what your kiss is like
Lights off, hands on your waist, always grip it tight
Tryna figure out my feelings, I'm confusin' you
Where I'm from, happy endings are unusual
If looks could kill, they'd be cryin' at my funeral
And even when you mad, girl, you still so beautiful (uh)
Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys
You said you'd never make me cry
That's right before you made me cry
Said you ain't like them other guys
Then you led me to my demise
I never shoulda gave it to you in the first place (place)
And why the f*ck I move in with you in the first place? (Place)
I was the first one to put you up on that Hermès
Exotic beaches, just layin' there like a mermaid
Coulda took your surname, kept you from them birdbrains
Now you in my burn book, f*ck you and what's-her-name
I'd rather physical, emotional's the worst pain
You triggering my anxiety in the worst way
Sometimes, the best thing you could do is step away (away)
I'll always be the one you let get away (away)
Put on our favorite song and I just let it play (play)
Pull out the git-at and I might just let it spray (spray)
Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys
Mmm
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone (I'll be gone)
Told my bitch, "Pick me up in the morning"
Gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone (gone)
This is toxic, don't act like it's normal
(Like it's normal)
This is toxic, don't act like it's normal
Writer: Byrd, Alex Petit, Amritvir Singh, Bryan Yepes, Omar Gomez, Onika Tanya Maraj, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
With You
(12-hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn BJ with anotha' one)
Seem like I been through my longest nights with you, uh, uh
It seem like I been livin' all my life with you, uh, uh
Askin' why did you leave, but there is no right excuse, uh
I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose, uh
Free them real members, Lil' Jo on that jail call
I'm with some real killers, they'll knock your bell off, uh
Better duck your taco when 'em shells toss
Am I gon' bitch up when 'em shots blow? nigga, hell no
Was ten toes, even on Monday nights I used to sell raw
'Member I couldn't make bond, now it don't matter what my bail cost
Foenem trappin' P's, 'nother shipment just got mailed off
Do this shit with ease, that's what I been tryna tell y'all
But f*ck lets show 'em, see an opp', we blowin'
Let off shots we scorin', uh
red tips on 'em hollows torn, bad lil' bitch backdoorin'
Spot 'em, got 'em, it's a green light, check out my new form
Had it rough, know what that be like, I made it through the storm
He wasn't with me up on these nights, I don't got nothin' for him
Beamer swervin' with that speedlight, I'm in that brand new foreign
Where I'm from to live a streetlife, that's nothin' out the norm
.40 on him just to sleep tight, them losses left him torn
Seem like I been through my longest nights with you, uh, uh
It seem like I been livin' all my life with you, uh, uh
Askin' why did you leave, but there is no right excuse, uh
I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose, uh, uh
bitch quit askin', no, I ain't okay
Them boys 'bout action, know they ain't gon' play
The AR thumpin' like an 808
Tweakin' off them addies, I couldn't function, had to take a break
Speakin' facts, 'cause if it's just assumptions then I ain't gon' say
My mind wanderin', got me thinkin' bout the wrong shit
Anytime you need me, know I'm pickin' up that phone quick
Locked in with my killers, that's who I get in my zone with
R.I.P. My niggas, that shit turned into a long list
Seem like I been through my longest nights with you, uh, uh
It seem like I been livin' all my life with you, uh, uh
Askin' why did you leave, but there is no right excuse, uh
I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose
(Goddamn BJ with anotha' one)
Seem like I been through my longest nights with you, uh, uh
It seem like I been livin' all my life with you, uh, uh
Askin' why did you leave, but there is no right excuse, uh
I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose, uh
Free them real members, Lil' Jo on that jail call
I'm with some real killers, they'll knock your bell off, uh
Better duck your taco when 'em shells toss
Am I gon' bitch up when 'em shots blow? nigga, hell no
Was ten toes, even on Monday nights I used to sell raw
'Member I couldn't make bond, now it don't matter what my bail cost
Foenem trappin' P's, 'nother shipment just got mailed off
Do this shit with ease, that's what I been tryna tell y'all
But f*ck lets show 'em, see an opp', we blowin'
Let off shots we scorin', uh
red tips on 'em hollows torn, bad lil' bitch backdoorin'
Spot 'em, got 'em, it's a green light, check out my new form
Had it rough, know what that be like, I made it through the storm
He wasn't with me up on these nights, I don't got nothin' for him
Beamer swervin' with that speedlight, I'm in that brand new foreign
Where I'm from to live a streetlife, that's nothin' out the norm
.40 on him just to sleep tight, them losses left him torn
Seem like I been through my longest nights with you, uh, uh
It seem like I been livin' all my life with you, uh, uh
Askin' why did you leave, but there is no right excuse, uh
I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose, uh, uh
bitch quit askin', no, I ain't okay
Them boys 'bout action, know they ain't gon' play
The AR thumpin' like an 808
Tweakin' off them addies, I couldn't function, had to take a break
Speakin' facts, 'cause if it's just assumptions then I ain't gon' say
My mind wanderin', got me thinkin' bout the wrong shit
Anytime you need me, know I'm pickin' up that phone quick
Locked in with my killers, that's who I get in my zone with
R.I.P. My niggas, that shit turned into a long list
Seem like I been through my longest nights with you, uh, uh
It seem like I been livin' all my life with you, uh, uh
Askin' why did you leave, but there is no right excuse, uh
I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose
Writer: Brandon Jamal Russell, Dwan Avery, Hagan Lange, Michael O'Brien, Taurus Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Clueless
(AXL)
Look, woo
Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless)
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I get the money and dip, huh
I don't go to war 'less I'm fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I'm good with a bitch, yeah, look (ayy, ayy)
I got a fast whip, shooter shootin' then he pass grip, uh
Don't say you smokin' on my niggas, (nah)
'Cause that be your last spliff (bitch)
Hitter with me, he do mad hits (ayy)
Turn my bitch into a bad bitch
Drop a song and I got mad lit
All I did was give 'em ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough but know how to play, uh
I did a show, that's out of state (ayy)
I make them bitches go out of their way to see Fivi (ayy)
Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit) (lil' bitch)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless) (ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless) (boaw)
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo) (she did)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just took a jet from the 'Raq in New York
With the gang and we on some woo shit (woo)
And we really outside, and my crew lit
We too deep, ain't nobody gon' do shit (lil' bitch)
If it's a problem, my young nigga shoot shit (ayy)
Stakin' out like a date up in Ruth Chris (ayy)
In the field, we took more than a few risks (we did)
Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me
Tell him stitch me a new wrist (lil' bitch)
I just dropped ten racks up at Louis
I spend like a band on my new kicks (lil' bitch)
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick (ayy)
I can't f*ck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (ayy)
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick
I can't f*ck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless) (ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless) (baow)
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo) (she did)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Look, woo
Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless)
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I get the money and dip, huh
I don't go to war 'less I'm fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I'm good with a bitch, yeah, look (ayy, ayy)
I got a fast whip, shooter shootin' then he pass grip, uh
Don't say you smokin' on my niggas, (nah)
'Cause that be your last spliff (bitch)
Hitter with me, he do mad hits (ayy)
Turn my bitch into a bad bitch
Drop a song and I got mad lit
All I did was give 'em ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough but know how to play, uh
I did a show, that's out of state (ayy)
I make them bitches go out of their way to see Fivi (ayy)
Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit) (lil' bitch)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless) (ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless) (boaw)
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo) (she did)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just took a jet from the 'Raq in New York
With the gang and we on some woo shit (woo)
And we really outside, and my crew lit
We too deep, ain't nobody gon' do shit (lil' bitch)
If it's a problem, my young nigga shoot shit (ayy)
Stakin' out like a date up in Ruth Chris (ayy)
In the field, we took more than a few risks (we did)
Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me
Tell him stitch me a new wrist (lil' bitch)
I just dropped ten racks up at Louis
I spend like a band on my new kicks (lil' bitch)
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick (ayy)
I can't f*ck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (ayy)
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick
I can't f*ck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless) (ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless) (baow)
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo) (she did)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Writer: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Manalla Yusuf Abdul Aziz, Maxie Ryles, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Partin Ways
On the grind, can't indulge in the foolish stuff
On the grind, can't indulge in the foolish stuff
Young nigga always held his own
Feel like I'm way overdue for prop
Fed up, hell yeah, I been through a lot
Keep it on me, come see if that's true or not
Dropped the rakes, two Gs and a 4L
That's how me and all my troopers rock
Play with us, f*ck around, get your shooters shot
It's gon' be a sad day when that Ruger knock
We ain't done yet, we gon' spin the block
Face shot, Spot News, what we do to opps
Know them niggas want me gone
But I can't go, I'ma shoot my gun back
Only got yourself and some hope
And if I go, who gon' teach my son that?
Breakup, tryna blame my faults and time goes on
But we always run back
Tryna find ways just to cope, I been there before
Know we all been done bad
Colorblind, dollar signs, swear that's all that I think about
Internal wounds on my conscience, lose my mind, start bleedin' out
He relate to my problems so his trauma got him singin' loud
Mixed emotions, can't stop it, and my temper, can't keep it down
If you run out of options, girl, you know what keys to dial
Don't care if this toxic, want your love and I need it now (uh)
One day, we was lovers and friends
But everything gotta come to an end
Heartbreak got you runnin' again
I just want somethin' real, I don't wanna pretend
Really felt connections from the touch of your skin
Constantly drinkin', I'm stuck in a binge
Are you careless or was it revenge?
Crazy what the true colors can blend, oh
Think about me all day, what you probably do
Now you tryna get used to somebody new
I could've rushed in some shit just to copy you
I just put all my feelings inside the stu'
I was lookin' for you to lean on
But my son and the music, that's really what got me through
Have you ever let the wrong one steal your heart?
I been a victim of robbery too, uh
We partin' ways and I'm fine with that
'Cause the same old shit, ain't got time for that
Common sense, that's what your mind would lack
Yeah, you tried to play, can't rewind it back, uh
Grindin' for the fam, I was up all night
Likes on the 'Gram got you caught up in the hype
Time that was spent, either f*ck or fight
Then our hearts got cold 'cause the love wasn't right, uh
One day, we was lovers and friends
But everything gotta come to an end
Heartbreak got you runnin' again
I just want somethin' real, I don't wanna pretend
Really felt connections from the touch of your skin
Constantly drinkin', I'm stuck in a binge
Are you careless or was it revenge?
Crazy what the true colors can blend, oh
On the grind, can't indulge in the foolish stuff
Young nigga always held his own
Feel like I'm way overdue for prop
Fed up, hell yeah, I been through a lot
Keep it on me, come see if that's true or not
Dropped the rakes, two Gs and a 4L
That's how me and all my troopers rock
Play with us, f*ck around, get your shooters shot
It's gon' be a sad day when that Ruger knock
We ain't done yet, we gon' spin the block
Face shot, Spot News, what we do to opps
Know them niggas want me gone
But I can't go, I'ma shoot my gun back
Only got yourself and some hope
And if I go, who gon' teach my son that?
Breakup, tryna blame my faults and time goes on
But we always run back
Tryna find ways just to cope, I been there before
Know we all been done bad
Colorblind, dollar signs, swear that's all that I think about
Internal wounds on my conscience, lose my mind, start bleedin' out
He relate to my problems so his trauma got him singin' loud
Mixed emotions, can't stop it, and my temper, can't keep it down
If you run out of options, girl, you know what keys to dial
Don't care if this toxic, want your love and I need it now (uh)
One day, we was lovers and friends
But everything gotta come to an end
Heartbreak got you runnin' again
I just want somethin' real, I don't wanna pretend
Really felt connections from the touch of your skin
Constantly drinkin', I'm stuck in a binge
Are you careless or was it revenge?
Crazy what the true colors can blend, oh
Think about me all day, what you probably do
Now you tryna get used to somebody new
I could've rushed in some shit just to copy you
I just put all my feelings inside the stu'
I was lookin' for you to lean on
But my son and the music, that's really what got me through
Have you ever let the wrong one steal your heart?
I been a victim of robbery too, uh
We partin' ways and I'm fine with that
'Cause the same old shit, ain't got time for that
Common sense, that's what your mind would lack
Yeah, you tried to play, can't rewind it back, uh
Grindin' for the fam, I was up all night
Likes on the 'Gram got you caught up in the hype
Time that was spent, either f*ck or fight
Then our hearts got cold 'cause the love wasn't right, uh
One day, we was lovers and friends
But everything gotta come to an end
Heartbreak got you runnin' again
I just want somethin' real, I don't wanna pretend
Really felt connections from the touch of your skin
Constantly drinkin', I'm stuck in a binge
Are you careless or was it revenge?
Crazy what the true colors can blend, oh
Writer: Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bloody Canvas
Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you 'bout a young nigga, he was only fourteen
Don't f*ck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
Went from NBA to tourin' dreams and a street legend in between
That's where prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
Old Chicago, Northside, where the news reportin' live
He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he told him
A empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him
And his family hood-famous, "Pop Out," everybody know him
And his peoples tough on him so he won't let nobody ho him
Uncle's tellin' street stories, shit intriguin' like a poem
Sayin' shit like he'd put it to they neck if anybody owe him
All through his childhood, he was bad but innocent
Playin' basketball with his homies, runnin' scrimmages
That's who he cracked jokes, made a bond and got suspended with
And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences
'Til one day, the opps, they got tired of getting beat up
They big homies gave 'em guns like, "Man, go and light they street up"
They puttin' hoodies on, all black, loadin' heat up
Adrenalin pumpin', now they can't wait until they see us
Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin' loud
Then his opps bent the corner, he ain't see 'em come around
When he looked up at the car, that's when them shots went boaw
Blood oozin' with his back on the ground
Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin' down
Blood comin' out his mouth, feel like he startin' to drown
Tires screechin', last thing he heard was that sound
"Jacob just got shot," that's what a lady scream
Now everybody out of breath, running to the scene
Seein' Jacob on the floor, that was some shit they couldn't believe
His eyes rolling back, his auntie tryna tell him, "Breathe"
Died 'fore the paramedics came, she cryin', "Baby, please"
Ain't even get to graduate 'cause he was only seventeen
Shorty cried all night, wishin' that shit was just a dream
'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed
F*ck, man
This nigga just took my best friend
And I, I can't go for that shit
It got me f*cked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good at hawkin' niggas down, he got long legs
Now he'll go and kill anybody that he want dead
They heard he caught his first body, and that word spread
And he know how quick karma come around but he wasn't scared
Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati
Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them his only hobbies
Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homi'
Got the lo' on a nigga who killed his dawg, he want his second body
A light skin, heavy-set nigga named Rodney?
Say, "He be out West, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy"
Yo, what's the word?
Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob
It was the lil' nigga Rodney
He be hangin' out up at the gas station
On Pulaski tryna make some money, nigga always out his mind
Oh, yeah? Bet, say no more
Ced pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with like thirty shots
He ain't gotta put one in the head, it's already cocked
Rodney got his back turned, he tryna sell his last rock
Ced hopped out the car, he ready to erase him
Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him bang him
It's like a demon in them cousins, eyes red while he chasin'
Rodney havin' some with regrets, now he just hopin' God save him
Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him
Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain't lace 'em
Ced walked up, stood over him like, "Pussy, this for Jacob"
Gave him for shots to the stomach, then he faced him
Ced went into his car, Rodney bleedin' on the pavement
He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance
Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin'
Plus they have his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county, fightin' drama now
Ced f*ckin' takin' it to trial, he ain't coppin' out
Judge gave him forty-nine years, now that's a lot to count
Now, prosecutors were asking for the judge to lock him up
For up to twenty-five years
The judge gave him twenty-eight
Smith had the last word
Again, he was sentenced to twenty-eight years in prison
He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you 'bout a young nigga, he was only fourteen
Don't f*ck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
Went from NBA to tourin' dreams and a street legend in between
That's where prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
Old Chicago, Northside, where the news reportin' live
He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he told him
A empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him
And his family hood-famous, "Pop Out," everybody know him
And his peoples tough on him so he won't let nobody ho him
Uncle's tellin' street stories, shit intriguin' like a poem
Sayin' shit like he'd put it to they neck if anybody owe him
All through his childhood, he was bad but innocent
Playin' basketball with his homies, runnin' scrimmages
That's who he cracked jokes, made a bond and got suspended with
And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences
'Til one day, the opps, they got tired of getting beat up
They big homies gave 'em guns like, "Man, go and light they street up"
They puttin' hoodies on, all black, loadin' heat up
Adrenalin pumpin', now they can't wait until they see us
Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin' loud
Then his opps bent the corner, he ain't see 'em come around
When he looked up at the car, that's when them shots went boaw
Blood oozin' with his back on the ground
Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin' down
Blood comin' out his mouth, feel like he startin' to drown
Tires screechin', last thing he heard was that sound
"Jacob just got shot," that's what a lady scream
Now everybody out of breath, running to the scene
Seein' Jacob on the floor, that was some shit they couldn't believe
His eyes rolling back, his auntie tryna tell him, "Breathe"
Died 'fore the paramedics came, she cryin', "Baby, please"
Ain't even get to graduate 'cause he was only seventeen
Shorty cried all night, wishin' that shit was just a dream
'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed
F*ck, man
This nigga just took my best friend
And I, I can't go for that shit
It got me f*cked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good at hawkin' niggas down, he got long legs
Now he'll go and kill anybody that he want dead
They heard he caught his first body, and that word spread
And he know how quick karma come around but he wasn't scared
Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati
Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them his only hobbies
Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homi'
Got the lo' on a nigga who killed his dawg, he want his second body
A light skin, heavy-set nigga named Rodney?
Say, "He be out West, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy"
Yo, what's the word?
Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob
It was the lil' nigga Rodney
He be hangin' out up at the gas station
On Pulaski tryna make some money, nigga always out his mind
Oh, yeah? Bet, say no more
Ced pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with like thirty shots
He ain't gotta put one in the head, it's already cocked
Rodney got his back turned, he tryna sell his last rock
Ced hopped out the car, he ready to erase him
Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him bang him
It's like a demon in them cousins, eyes red while he chasin'
Rodney havin' some with regrets, now he just hopin' God save him
Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him
Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain't lace 'em
Ced walked up, stood over him like, "Pussy, this for Jacob"
Gave him for shots to the stomach, then he faced him
Ced went into his car, Rodney bleedin' on the pavement
He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance
Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin'
Plus they have his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county, fightin' drama now
Ced f*ckin' takin' it to trial, he ain't coppin' out
Judge gave him forty-nine years, now that's a lot to count
Now, prosecutors were asking for the judge to lock him up
For up to twenty-five years
The judge gave him twenty-eight
Smith had the last word
Again, he was sentenced to twenty-eight years in prison
He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you
Writer: Harry Potter, Khaled Rohaim, Patrick Bodi, Saif Mussad, Shaun Thomas, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.