(Tre made this beat)
That's real shit, bro, like
After you like a, a baby, a child, a little kid
If you lucky enough, you know what I'm sayin'?
After you a child, bruh, ain't no love in this shit, man, for real
Straight up, this shit rough, man
You got a long road, boy, a cold one
Straight up
They only love what you do for 'em
Only kinda love out here, my nigga
Who can you trust in this cold, cold world? Better get a blanket
It's worse than the wild, wild west, this shit get dangerous
Never thought I'd see the day separate glitter from gold
When friends turn into foes, but it's the life that I chose
And these hoes look so heaven sent, but be so devilish
Got spiteful ways, never seen it coming like a tidal wave
Get on my knees every day, I ask God and prayed
That my dirty ways don't lead me to an early grave
One life to live and it's survival of the f*ckin' fittest (yeah, yeah)
Here come your rivals, when you winnin', they want competition (yeah, yeah)
And did I mention niggas itchin' to be opposition?
Hit they blocks with Glocks, with the extensions, now ain't no tension
Told my old lady how I'm feelin', she say I'm trippin'
But she don't know I pray for love (yeah, yeah)
On the block with the thugs, prayin' a nigga show us love
But ain't no love, so we get it out the mud
Mama made me feel like I overstayed my welcome
So I packed up my shit and went for seldom, like where's the fellas?
I'm pretty sure they understand the way I feel (I feel)
Hotbox the bucket, laugh about how cold the world is
Like ain't no love in this shit 'til you get rich and famous (yeah)
And these hoes want rappers or ball players
It's hard to separate the fake, 'cause they chose us
Everybody showed up when we blowed up
Mm, mm
(And that's real shit, you know what I'm sayin')
I pray for, uh, I pray for love, yeah
(And you wonder why I question everything, man
Every female in my life, I'm talking 'bout everything, bro, it wasn't no love in this shit)
I pray for love
(It's cold, real cold, you know what I'm sayin')
I pray for love, yeah, yeah, yeah
(That's it, ain't no love in this shit
I was out quick, I'm telling you
Ain't no love in this shit, dawg
When you succeed that's the only love out here, my nigga
This shit cold, bro, for real, that's why I)
I pray for love, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, mm-mm
(Nigga, nigga, you gotta, I'm tellin' you, you gotta be yourself out here, bro
Had to explain it to 'em, how cold it gon' be out here, bro
Ain't no love out here for us, I'm telling' you
Straight up)
(Tre made this beat)
Rod Wave - Pray 4 Love Album Lyrics
Rod Wave - Pray 4 Love Lyrics
Writer: Rod Green, Frank III Gilliam
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
F*ck The World
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Yeah, oh
(It's Malik on the track)
(F*ck the world, on the same thing
We still ride, we catch 'em like ain't a damn thing changed)
Last night I had a dream that I woke up in another world
This morning I woke up feeling like f*ck the world
Said you wouldn't leave, but you left like I expected
I opened up 'bout my pain, now I regret it
Why you leave me like that? Why you treat me like that?
Said you for me, it don't be seeming like that
Had gang on his brain, they went and seen him 'bout that
Pull up, drop the window, put holes in his Bim' about that
I think they mad that they can't stop me, yeah, oh
You said you hate me, but you love to watch me
I told 'em take me to the moon, bitch, I'll get dropped off
Seen us coming, went to running when it popped off
Pull up swerving in that 'Burban, get 'em knocked off
Use his bitch to use her lips to get my rocks off, yeah
Ain't go no tattoos on my face, but we done caught a body
This ain't the time or the place to try and talk about it
Told Lil Chrissy lose his lips, he get knocked off about it
Get white chalked about it, get white chalked about it
Okay, tell me what you want from me, you see I've been abused
Okay, tell me what you need from me, I'll see what I can do
But I need space, time away to fly away from you
Hear my G4 engine vroom, yeah
Told 'em take me to the moon and drop me off, yeah (Nah, for real, bitch, I'm tellin' you)
You can take me to the moon and drop me off
That's why I say f*ck the world
Drop me off at the moon, nigga, I don't give a f*ck what happens
You know what I'm sayin'? Drop me off
(What's up?)
(Tahj Money)
Yeah, oh
(It's Malik on the track)
(F*ck the world, on the same thing
We still ride, we catch 'em like ain't a damn thing changed)
Last night I had a dream that I woke up in another world
This morning I woke up feeling like f*ck the world
Said you wouldn't leave, but you left like I expected
I opened up 'bout my pain, now I regret it
Why you leave me like that? Why you treat me like that?
Said you for me, it don't be seeming like that
Had gang on his brain, they went and seen him 'bout that
Pull up, drop the window, put holes in his Bim' about that
I think they mad that they can't stop me, yeah, oh
You said you hate me, but you love to watch me
I told 'em take me to the moon, bitch, I'll get dropped off
Seen us coming, went to running when it popped off
Pull up swerving in that 'Burban, get 'em knocked off
Use his bitch to use her lips to get my rocks off, yeah
Ain't go no tattoos on my face, but we done caught a body
This ain't the time or the place to try and talk about it
Told Lil Chrissy lose his lips, he get knocked off about it
Get white chalked about it, get white chalked about it
Okay, tell me what you want from me, you see I've been abused
Okay, tell me what you need from me, I'll see what I can do
But I need space, time away to fly away from you
Hear my G4 engine vroom, yeah
Told 'em take me to the moon and drop me off, yeah (Nah, for real, bitch, I'm tellin' you)
You can take me to the moon and drop me off
That's why I say f*ck the world
Drop me off at the moon, nigga, I don't give a f*ck what happens
You know what I'm sayin'? Drop me off
(What's up?)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Thief In The Night
(Trillo Beats, you did it again)
(Trillo on the track, track, track, track)
Yeah
Okay, we ridin' 'round strapped
You can tell I did this before
You can tell I've been here before (yeah)
'Fore I go to sleep, I ask God for a miracle
Need help healing my soul
We break up to make up
This won't be our first time
Our second or our third time
You said some things, I said some things
I hurt your feelings and you hurt mine
Lord knows that you hurt mine
Okay, I told them niggas "play with it"
Got my fire on me, I stay with it
Revolver Gang, we pull up, drop, and get away with it
Days with it
Better tell them boys to pay attention
'Cause stains are different
Be lost in my thoughts, bae, I'm trippin'
Made her fall in love, then begged for distance
She told me that I'm wrong for that
She told me that I'm wrong for that
She's leavin' and she's never comin' back
This won't be the first time
Yeah, movin' like a thief in the night, yeah
I love your love, but I can't seem to get it right
Guess I'll just re-roll the dice, yeah
This won't be the first time
He played some games then he died
I'm sorry if I brought that pain into your life
She left without saying, "goodbye"
This won't be my first time
This won't be my first time (be my first time)
Yeah, mhm
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, oh (this shit for real, bro)
And this won't be my first time
No, no, no, no (you know what I'm sayin', homie?)
No, no no no, yeah, mhm, yeah, yeah
(Trillo on the track, track, track, track)
Yeah
Okay, we ridin' 'round strapped
You can tell I did this before
You can tell I've been here before (yeah)
'Fore I go to sleep, I ask God for a miracle
Need help healing my soul
We break up to make up
This won't be our first time
Our second or our third time
You said some things, I said some things
I hurt your feelings and you hurt mine
Lord knows that you hurt mine
Okay, I told them niggas "play with it"
Got my fire on me, I stay with it
Revolver Gang, we pull up, drop, and get away with it
Days with it
Better tell them boys to pay attention
'Cause stains are different
Be lost in my thoughts, bae, I'm trippin'
Made her fall in love, then begged for distance
She told me that I'm wrong for that
She told me that I'm wrong for that
She's leavin' and she's never comin' back
This won't be the first time
Yeah, movin' like a thief in the night, yeah
I love your love, but I can't seem to get it right
Guess I'll just re-roll the dice, yeah
This won't be the first time
He played some games then he died
I'm sorry if I brought that pain into your life
She left without saying, "goodbye"
This won't be my first time
This won't be my first time (be my first time)
Yeah, mhm
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, oh (this shit for real, bro)
And this won't be my first time
No, no, no, no (you know what I'm sayin', homie?)
No, no no no, yeah, mhm, yeah, yeah
Writer: Kendrell Mattox, Rodarius M. Green, Trentay Demon Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thug Life
Ooh
(RellyMade)
Ooh oh, oh
Yeah, it's just the thug life, baby
Come and take a walk in my shoes if you can
Prolly won't stand a chance
I'm from the bottom, it turn boys into men
Up before the sunrise catch me if you can
Ya know I'm with the gang wrong or right, yeah
Willing to pay with my life
So if I don't make it home tonight
Bury me a gangsta
It's just the thug life, baby (thug life baby, you know me, you know)
It's just the thug life, baby (bury me a G, 'cause that's how I lived, you know)
It's just the thug life, baby (straight up)
It's just the thug life, baby, the bottom made me crazy
Daddy gone and mama couldn't save me
So hard times made me, I done spinned the block in my Mercedes
Reminiscing on the times we didn't have shit
Even was I broke I knew that I wasn't average
Mixed with passion
Ain't a recipe, this thug life shit might be the death of me
And I say that selfishly (RellyMade)
Because I'm grown now, kids of my own now
Mama hold on now, your baby boy strong now
Money getting long now, got a reason to live
They don't know the route that we took to get here
'Cause where I come from, they ain't chasing a dream
Where I come from it ain't safe to believe
Where I come from it's a race to eighteen
They jump straight off the porch and land straight in the streets, goddamn
Heard you keep your Glizzy in your pants, goddamn
I heard you have plans to be the man, goddamn
I won't let a nigga get a chance
Thug life, bitch, 'til the end, yeah
Come and take a walk in my shoes if you can
Prolly won't stand a chance
I'm from the bottom, it turn boys into men
Up before the sunrise, catch me if you can
Ya know I'm with the gang wrong or right, yeah
Willing to pay with my life
So, if I don't make it home tonight (RellyMade)
Bury me a gangsta
It's just the thug life, baby (it's just the motherf*ckin' thug life)
It's just the thug life, baby (bitch, you have to kill me)
It's just the thug life, baby (that's the only way you gon' stop me)
(RellyMade)
Ooh oh, oh
Yeah, it's just the thug life, baby
Come and take a walk in my shoes if you can
Prolly won't stand a chance
I'm from the bottom, it turn boys into men
Up before the sunrise catch me if you can
Ya know I'm with the gang wrong or right, yeah
Willing to pay with my life
So if I don't make it home tonight
Bury me a gangsta
It's just the thug life, baby (thug life baby, you know me, you know)
It's just the thug life, baby (bury me a G, 'cause that's how I lived, you know)
It's just the thug life, baby (straight up)
It's just the thug life, baby, the bottom made me crazy
Daddy gone and mama couldn't save me
So hard times made me, I done spinned the block in my Mercedes
Reminiscing on the times we didn't have shit
Even was I broke I knew that I wasn't average
Mixed with passion
Ain't a recipe, this thug life shit might be the death of me
And I say that selfishly (RellyMade)
Because I'm grown now, kids of my own now
Mama hold on now, your baby boy strong now
Money getting long now, got a reason to live
They don't know the route that we took to get here
'Cause where I come from, they ain't chasing a dream
Where I come from it ain't safe to believe
Where I come from it's a race to eighteen
They jump straight off the porch and land straight in the streets, goddamn
Heard you keep your Glizzy in your pants, goddamn
I heard you have plans to be the man, goddamn
I won't let a nigga get a chance
Thug life, bitch, 'til the end, yeah
Come and take a walk in my shoes if you can
Prolly won't stand a chance
I'm from the bottom, it turn boys into men
Up before the sunrise, catch me if you can
Ya know I'm with the gang wrong or right, yeah
Willing to pay with my life
So, if I don't make it home tonight (RellyMade)
Bury me a gangsta
It's just the thug life, baby (it's just the motherf*ckin' thug life)
It's just the thug life, baby (bitch, you have to kill me)
It's just the thug life, baby (that's the only way you gon' stop me)
Writer: Gerail Harvey, Rod Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
I Remember
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(LC)
It was trials and tribulations on the road to chasing that paper
Seen so many faces, been so many places, caught some cases
Crazy thing is, out of all life done taught me
Before you get one win, you gotta take a thousand losses
I remember, nigga, yeah
Straight up, you know me
How would I ever forget?
How could I ever forget? (Yeah, yeah)
I remember, oh, I remember
How could I ever forget?
How would I ever forget?
I remember everything, the shine and the struggle
I remember all the pain, all the grind, all the hustle
I remember elementary when pops would come and get me
And take me to the neighborhood with Veneria and Whitney
Then pops had went to prison, I remember every letter
I remember bitches playing with my heart 'cause I would let 'em
I remember what's his name told me, "Bro let's stick together"
But we couldn't stick together, 'cause niggas change just like the weather
I still remember the first night when I met Mr. Raymond
I was on the block with Glocks when Uncle Dereck came to save me
Remember back in middle school when I met Derek Bailey
And he taught me how to sack that weed, stack that cheese and save it
But I still f*cked it up, I remember tryna shake back
Me and Sir Kendrick in the kitchen cooking fake crack
I remember my first show, I remember who booked me
I remember all you opps from middle school, them niggas was pussy
I remember my first stolen car, I was with Lil Chaz
I had just jumped off the porch but lil' bruh was moving fast
I remember when I first met Kareem, we was coolin'
A year later we was breaking in them houses, shooting movies
If we catch a nigga late night, no pipe, it's a wrap
We made lil' what's his name jump off his bike, and that's a fact
Remember when I first caught a buzz with my raps
Money came and niggas changed and stabbed me in my back
Remember when I first confessed my love and I cried
Asked you about that other f*ck nigga in your life
No longer could I stand to see the truth in your eyes
So I went somewhere else to find love and you know why
Remember sitting in my cell blaming the streets
Mama came to see me said the blame was on me
Remember Lenny died, the city cried for a week
I remember when you niggas testified on Lil C, I remember, I remember, nigga
It was trials and tribulations on the road to chasing that paper
Seen so many faces, been so many places, caught some cases
Crazy thing is, out of all life done taught me
Before you get one win, you gotta take a thousand losses
I remember, nigga, yeah
How would I ever forget?
How could I ever forget?
I remember, oh, I remember
How could I ever forget?
How would I ever forget?
(LC)
It was trials and tribulations on the road to chasing that paper
Seen so many faces, been so many places, caught some cases
Crazy thing is, out of all life done taught me
Before you get one win, you gotta take a thousand losses
I remember, nigga, yeah
Straight up, you know me
How would I ever forget?
How could I ever forget? (Yeah, yeah)
I remember, oh, I remember
How could I ever forget?
How would I ever forget?
I remember everything, the shine and the struggle
I remember all the pain, all the grind, all the hustle
I remember elementary when pops would come and get me
And take me to the neighborhood with Veneria and Whitney
Then pops had went to prison, I remember every letter
I remember bitches playing with my heart 'cause I would let 'em
I remember what's his name told me, "Bro let's stick together"
But we couldn't stick together, 'cause niggas change just like the weather
I still remember the first night when I met Mr. Raymond
I was on the block with Glocks when Uncle Dereck came to save me
Remember back in middle school when I met Derek Bailey
And he taught me how to sack that weed, stack that cheese and save it
But I still f*cked it up, I remember tryna shake back
Me and Sir Kendrick in the kitchen cooking fake crack
I remember my first show, I remember who booked me
I remember all you opps from middle school, them niggas was pussy
I remember my first stolen car, I was with Lil Chaz
I had just jumped off the porch but lil' bruh was moving fast
I remember when I first met Kareem, we was coolin'
A year later we was breaking in them houses, shooting movies
If we catch a nigga late night, no pipe, it's a wrap
We made lil' what's his name jump off his bike, and that's a fact
Remember when I first caught a buzz with my raps
Money came and niggas changed and stabbed me in my back
Remember when I first confessed my love and I cried
Asked you about that other f*ck nigga in your life
No longer could I stand to see the truth in your eyes
So I went somewhere else to find love and you know why
Remember sitting in my cell blaming the streets
Mama came to see me said the blame was on me
Remember Lenny died, the city cried for a week
I remember when you niggas testified on Lil C, I remember, I remember, nigga
It was trials and tribulations on the road to chasing that paper
Seen so many faces, been so many places, caught some cases
Crazy thing is, out of all life done taught me
Before you get one win, you gotta take a thousand losses
I remember, nigga, yeah
How would I ever forget?
How could I ever forget?
I remember, oh, I remember
How could I ever forget?
How would I ever forget?
Writer: Luke Clay, Rodarius M. Green, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rags2Riches
(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six chill, fool, for real, for real)
Yeah, uh, look, uh, look
We went from rags to riches, uh (yeah)
Project fences, to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom nobody gave nothin' to me
Be careful while f*ckin' with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut ya for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut ya for free
Say she in love with me (what else?)
But save your love, I just want your company (pray for love)
I fall in the glove for free (yeah)
I give out daps and them hugs but no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (what else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater
When ya got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no f*ck, yeah
Don't give no f*ck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We gettin' that money, yeah
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?) (Damn)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
To riches (what else?) (Damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (Six chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
You don't wanna hear me say yeah, uh, nah
I don't wanna hear me say to you
Damn, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
(Six chill, fool, for real, for real)
Yeah, uh, look, uh, look
We went from rags to riches, uh (yeah)
Project fences, to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom nobody gave nothin' to me
Be careful while f*ckin' with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut ya for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut ya for free
Say she in love with me (what else?)
But save your love, I just want your company (pray for love)
I fall in the glove for free (yeah)
I give out daps and them hugs but no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (what else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater
When ya got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no f*ck, yeah
Don't give no f*ck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We gettin' that money, yeah
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?) (Damn)
Rags to riches (what else?)
Rags to riches, uh (what else?)
Rags to riches (what else?)
To riches (what else?) (Damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches
Rags to riches (Six chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
You don't wanna hear me say yeah, uh, nah
I don't wanna hear me say to you
Damn, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Writer: Adam Janecek, Adarsh Mani, Rod Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Weakness
(Trillo Beats, you did it again)
(Dmac on the f*cking track)
Every time I leave, she beg for me to stay
But baby girl, I can't
I run the streets all night, run the streets all day
Run the streets all day
Me don't want love, love is for the weak man
Me cannot trust, me can not depend
Yeah, yeah (okay)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Somehow I keep on losing all my friends
I came to the conclusion it's not them
Where do I go to get some peace? Toss and turning when I sleep
Change my number every week, I got some pain that's running deep, yeah
I don't shed tears anymore
'Cause love don't live here anymore
I'm sorry baby girl I got to go
Whether if you like it or you don't
'Cause I've been here too many times before
I wonder when they look at me, yeah
I wonder what they see
Wondering if they can see the pain underneath
Wondering if they can see the change I increased
Brodem really swang it for me
We tear down their whole gang when it's beef
Leave a nigga brains in the street
50K'll have 'em swangin' for weeks
You better have that thang when they creep, yeah
And I can't get no sleep, I got to stay up
I'm in love with the skreets, I can't lay up
It's like I feel myself falling then I wake up
I'ma die a paper chaser
My whole life I've been running, baby
Like someone's coming, baby
I have a hard time trusting, baby
Can't trust for nothing, babe
And every time I leave, she beg for me to stay
But baby girl, I can't
I run the streets all night, run the streets all day
Run the streets all day
Me don't want love, love is for the weak man, yeah
Me cannot trust, me can not depend
Yeah, yeah (wonder do you feel me)
Yeah, uh (I wonder if you feel me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (wonder if you gon' understand)
Yeah, mm
Woohoo that shit f*cked
That nigga said me don't want love, love is for the weak man
Hahaha, f*ck is wrong with you man?
(Dmac on the f*cking track)
Every time I leave, she beg for me to stay
But baby girl, I can't
I run the streets all night, run the streets all day
Run the streets all day
Me don't want love, love is for the weak man
Me cannot trust, me can not depend
Yeah, yeah (okay)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Somehow I keep on losing all my friends
I came to the conclusion it's not them
Where do I go to get some peace? Toss and turning when I sleep
Change my number every week, I got some pain that's running deep, yeah
I don't shed tears anymore
'Cause love don't live here anymore
I'm sorry baby girl I got to go
Whether if you like it or you don't
'Cause I've been here too many times before
I wonder when they look at me, yeah
I wonder what they see
Wondering if they can see the pain underneath
Wondering if they can see the change I increased
Brodem really swang it for me
We tear down their whole gang when it's beef
Leave a nigga brains in the street
50K'll have 'em swangin' for weeks
You better have that thang when they creep, yeah
And I can't get no sleep, I got to stay up
I'm in love with the skreets, I can't lay up
It's like I feel myself falling then I wake up
I'ma die a paper chaser
My whole life I've been running, baby
Like someone's coming, baby
I have a hard time trusting, baby
Can't trust for nothing, babe
And every time I leave, she beg for me to stay
But baby girl, I can't
I run the streets all night, run the streets all day
Run the streets all day
Me don't want love, love is for the weak man, yeah
Me cannot trust, me can not depend
Yeah, yeah (wonder do you feel me)
Yeah, uh (I wonder if you feel me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (wonder if you gon' understand)
Yeah, mm
Woohoo that shit f*cked
That nigga said me don't want love, love is for the weak man
Hahaha, f*ck is wrong with you man?
Writer: David McDowell, Rod Green, Trentay Demon Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Roaming
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy that probably Tago)
(Ooh, Dekalb got that thing nice)
You gotta, I'll be sayin' you gotta just enjoy life
We goin' outside, least I stay off my phone, I stay off IG
You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta get in touch with reality
Know what I'm sayin'? Lay up
I been livin' lately, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, that's for real
Young nigga on the rush to get paid
I've been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming
I've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you live and you could die
For not keeping your pole, better get low
Whenever that heater explode
Not playing your role
Now the reaper reaching your soul
Your killer, he gone
Wail at home, bleaching his clothes
And you could die
For not wrapping your dick, lacking and shit
Know these hoes be having that shit
Ratchet as shit, now you in your casket and shit
In front of this fake ass pastor and shit
And listen, you could die
A innocent human being, cancer a bitch
Seen that shit shatter a dream
No matter your age, a grave ain't as far as it seem
Watch the fate, way back in 2013
Pray I can see 30 a healthy and free man
Hope I don't die in the street, or get locked in a jam
I talked to woadie last week say he got him a plan
Popped him a Xan, died with his fire in his hand
That's why you gotta stay focused, focused
We prolly in hell already, how the masses ain't know it
Everybody kissing ass to get to heaven and ain't going
I'm a young nigga on the rush to get paid
I've been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming
I've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you and you die
On the rush to get paid
My grave
Yeah, yeah
(Ooh, Dekalb got that thing nice)
You gotta, I'll be sayin' you gotta just enjoy life
We goin' outside, least I stay off my phone, I stay off IG
You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta get in touch with reality
Know what I'm sayin'? Lay up
I been livin' lately, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, that's for real
Young nigga on the rush to get paid
I've been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming
I've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you live and you could die
For not keeping your pole, better get low
Whenever that heater explode
Not playing your role
Now the reaper reaching your soul
Your killer, he gone
Wail at home, bleaching his clothes
And you could die
For not wrapping your dick, lacking and shit
Know these hoes be having that shit
Ratchet as shit, now you in your casket and shit
In front of this fake ass pastor and shit
And listen, you could die
A innocent human being, cancer a bitch
Seen that shit shatter a dream
No matter your age, a grave ain't as far as it seem
Watch the fate, way back in 2013
Pray I can see 30 a healthy and free man
Hope I don't die in the street, or get locked in a jam
I talked to woadie last week say he got him a plan
Popped him a Xan, died with his fire in his hand
That's why you gotta stay focused, focused
We prolly in hell already, how the masses ain't know it
Everybody kissing ass to get to heaven and ain't going
I'm a young nigga on the rush to get paid
I've been chasing my dream and ducking my grave
They ask me how it feel to be chosen
Never know if you're coming or going
I've been roaming
I've been roaming
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When you and you die
On the rush to get paid
My grave
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Aaron Owuor Tago, Mark Bankhead, Randy Turner, Rod Green, Tracy Maxwell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Greatest
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Had to run that bitch back
I swear, once they see where a nigga come from
All of this shit that you had to go through, bruh
They don't understand (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
I have to die before somebody respect me
Young nigga from the bottom of the map
Came up riding with the strap, iron on his lap
One false move, get whacked
Got the whole hood on his back
And it's just like that
For my niggas trapped in the trap
Pray to God we all make it back
Pray we all make it back
Gotta pray we all make it back
And I know it's wrong that I rap
But a street nigga first
Tell the crackers free Mac Deezy
Ma, look at your son, I'm on TV
They didn't believe me
Nigga went and got it off the greezy
It's hard, but I make it look easy
A crazy achievement
I don't really f*ck with no rappers
All these niggas hustling backwards
Misguiding the youth
But long as I know the truth
That's another subject for after
And I'm riding in the Rover
12 keep on trying to pull me over
Asking a nigga if I stole it
I bought it, I own it
I remember walking to school
Catching the bus early morning
Like, Ma, I ain't going
I was in the hallways roaming
But I still got my diploma, I got my diploma
Went to school all twelve years
Just to get a job selling donuts, man, that's crazy
I ain't with the minimum waging
I ain't with the modern day slavery
The f*ck is you saying?
Told the crackers, "F*ck you, pay me"
Had to tell 'em, "F*ck you, pay me"
It's back to the block
Well, I guess it's back to the block
In the streets running 'round playing hooky
And I ain't never sold no crack
But I'm so street, I can cook it
And I know it's hard to find a way
But you're bound to see brighter days
A million dollars can't change me, nigga
'Cause hard times made me, nigga
A hard grind saved me, nigga
I got it off the pavement, nigga
I got it off the pavement, my nigga
Young nigga from the bottom of the map
Came up riding with the strap
Young nigga got the hood on his back
He got the whole hood on his back, yeah
Didn't think you'd be who you are, my nigga
Didn't think you'd take it this far, my nigga
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
Give a f*ck what they saying, you like the greatest to me, yeah
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck what they saying, you like the greatest to me, yeah
For real, okay, spit that shit however you spin it, bro
'Cause a nigga built off this shit, bruh, this shit in me, bro, for real
Uh-uh, ayy free C5, man, grrah
We ain't forget about you, my nigga
Grindin', baby
Had to run that bitch back
I swear, once they see where a nigga come from
All of this shit that you had to go through, bruh
They don't understand (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
I have to die before somebody respect me
Young nigga from the bottom of the map
Came up riding with the strap, iron on his lap
One false move, get whacked
Got the whole hood on his back
And it's just like that
For my niggas trapped in the trap
Pray to God we all make it back
Pray we all make it back
Gotta pray we all make it back
And I know it's wrong that I rap
But a street nigga first
Tell the crackers free Mac Deezy
Ma, look at your son, I'm on TV
They didn't believe me
Nigga went and got it off the greezy
It's hard, but I make it look easy
A crazy achievement
I don't really f*ck with no rappers
All these niggas hustling backwards
Misguiding the youth
But long as I know the truth
That's another subject for after
And I'm riding in the Rover
12 keep on trying to pull me over
Asking a nigga if I stole it
I bought it, I own it
I remember walking to school
Catching the bus early morning
Like, Ma, I ain't going
I was in the hallways roaming
But I still got my diploma, I got my diploma
Went to school all twelve years
Just to get a job selling donuts, man, that's crazy
I ain't with the minimum waging
I ain't with the modern day slavery
The f*ck is you saying?
Told the crackers, "F*ck you, pay me"
Had to tell 'em, "F*ck you, pay me"
It's back to the block
Well, I guess it's back to the block
In the streets running 'round playing hooky
And I ain't never sold no crack
But I'm so street, I can cook it
And I know it's hard to find a way
But you're bound to see brighter days
A million dollars can't change me, nigga
'Cause hard times made me, nigga
A hard grind saved me, nigga
I got it off the pavement, nigga
I got it off the pavement, my nigga
Young nigga from the bottom of the map
Came up riding with the strap
Young nigga got the hood on his back
He got the whole hood on his back, yeah
Didn't think you'd be who you are, my nigga
Didn't think you'd take it this far, my nigga
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
Give a f*ck what they saying, you like the greatest to me, yeah
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
You like the greatest, you like the greatest to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck what they saying, you like the greatest to me, yeah
For real, okay, spit that shit however you spin it, bro
'Cause a nigga built off this shit, bruh, this shit in me, bro, for real
Uh-uh, ayy free C5, man, grrah
We ain't forget about you, my nigga
Grindin', baby
Writer: Aaron Owuor Tago, Hagan Lange, Kyre Trask, Rod Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ribbon In The Sky
(Drum Dummie)
Uh, picture me rolling in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, ain't no need to be friends
I don't f*ck with these niggas, ain't no need to pretend
Ain't no trust in a nigga after this
You said you love me, but you're leaving me
I guess nothing's what it seem to be
I need some happiness again, this life done beat on me
I caught a flight to ease the pain I switched the scenery
Through the pain know I gotta stay focused
'Cause since a kid this all I wanted
I heard he feed his problem to the vultures
He couldn't say no more so he exploded
Read the book on murder when she wrote it
We hit the street with heat and we unload it
ATR for life, I run with soldiers
Heard he drive his coupe like he stole it
Pray to God that I can see the morning
I pray to God that I can see the morning, uh
And now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I, I pray the Lord my soul to take
Can you hear me mama?
I need you now, answer your phone
It's been too much shit going on, uh
These demons want my soul
Life too short to be living in a lie
It's too much pain to be living just to die
Can't feel my pain 'cause I hid it deep inside
I keep my head to the ribbon in the sky
Okay
Ribbon in the sky (whoa, whoa)
Life too short to be living in a lie (in a lie)
It's too much pain to be living just to die (whoa)
I keep my head to the ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
Life too short to be living in a lie
It's too much pain to be living just to die
(Drum Dummie)
Uh, ribbon in the sky, okay
Ribbon in the sky
I keep my head to the ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Uh, picture me rolling in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, ain't no need to be friends
I don't f*ck with these niggas, ain't no need to pretend
Ain't no trust in a nigga after this
You said you love me, but you're leaving me
I guess nothing's what it seem to be
I need some happiness again, this life done beat on me
I caught a flight to ease the pain I switched the scenery
Through the pain know I gotta stay focused
'Cause since a kid this all I wanted
I heard he feed his problem to the vultures
He couldn't say no more so he exploded
Read the book on murder when she wrote it
We hit the street with heat and we unload it
ATR for life, I run with soldiers
Heard he drive his coupe like he stole it
Pray to God that I can see the morning
I pray to God that I can see the morning, uh
And now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I, I pray the Lord my soul to take
Can you hear me mama?
I need you now, answer your phone
It's been too much shit going on, uh
These demons want my soul
Life too short to be living in a lie
It's too much pain to be living just to die
Can't feel my pain 'cause I hid it deep inside
I keep my head to the ribbon in the sky
Okay
Ribbon in the sky (whoa, whoa)
Life too short to be living in a lie (in a lie)
It's too much pain to be living just to die (whoa)
I keep my head to the ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
Life too short to be living in a lie
It's too much pain to be living just to die
(Drum Dummie)
Uh, ribbon in the sky, okay
Ribbon in the sky
I keep my head to the ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky
Ribbon in the sky, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Writer: Rodarius Green, Tevin Revell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
5% Tints
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(SpeakerBangerz)
(Zato got that fire, boy)
We smoke that dope back to back, got me floating
The only thing keep him going
Now I know the answer, do dreams come true?
Staring at the world through my rearview
Tint the windows, both the sides, the front and back, yeah, uh
Don't let 'em see us when we pass, yeah
Twist the 'gar, light up the bud, and hit the gas, yeah
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
Uh-huh, mmh, uh-huh, yeah, oh, uh
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
This life we living kinda fast
Okay, this that bottom boy survival, put that bottom on the map
Still ride around that bottom with a chopper in his lap
Say he back, okay, then he back, four deep in a splat
All black, jump out with them straps, click, clack, rrat
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
They don't know the pain that's inside of me
She laid right on side of me and lied to me
I think the crackers mad I'm legit or mad I'm getting rich
We took that rental Bimmer truck and wrapped that bitch in five percent
I could've bought it, but I rented it
Soon as we got it, bitch, we tinted it, uh
Now we trying to get in some shit
We smoke that dope back to back, got me floating
The only thing keep him going
Now I know the answer, do dreams come true?
Staring at the world through my rearview
Tint the windows, both the sides, the front and back, yeah, uh
Don't let 'em see us when we pass, yeah
Twist the 'gar, light up the bud, and hit the gas, yeah
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
Uh-huh, mmh, uh-huh, yeah, oh, uh
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
This life we living kinda fast
(SpeakerBangerz)
(Zato got that fire, boy)
We smoke that dope back to back, got me floating
The only thing keep him going
Now I know the answer, do dreams come true?
Staring at the world through my rearview
Tint the windows, both the sides, the front and back, yeah, uh
Don't let 'em see us when we pass, yeah
Twist the 'gar, light up the bud, and hit the gas, yeah
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
Uh-huh, mmh, uh-huh, yeah, oh, uh
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
This life we living kinda fast
Okay, this that bottom boy survival, put that bottom on the map
Still ride around that bottom with a chopper in his lap
Say he back, okay, then he back, four deep in a splat
All black, jump out with them straps, click, clack, rrat
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
They don't know the pain that's inside of me
She laid right on side of me and lied to me
I think the crackers mad I'm legit or mad I'm getting rich
We took that rental Bimmer truck and wrapped that bitch in five percent
I could've bought it, but I rented it
Soon as we got it, bitch, we tinted it, uh
Now we trying to get in some shit
We smoke that dope back to back, got me floating
The only thing keep him going
Now I know the answer, do dreams come true?
Staring at the world through my rearview
Tint the windows, both the sides, the front and back, yeah, uh
Don't let 'em see us when we pass, yeah
Twist the 'gar, light up the bud, and hit the gas, yeah
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
Uh-huh, mmh, uh-huh, yeah, oh, uh
This life we living kinda fast, yeah
This life we living kinda fast
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Girl Of My Dreams
(Ace Lex got a full one)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm, wasn't me, mm
Yeah yeah
And I know you're not no good for me
But you look so good to me
I don't need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right
She looks like the girl of my dreams, yeah, uh
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams, yeah
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my (okay)
Devil in a dress, angel in some Nike Airs
I could've sworn I went to sleep and she was right here
Don't know if I seen her in my dreams or my nightmares
Think it was my nightmares
And I think I need your love, I don't need no one selfish
Wonder if I give this girl my heart, could she help it?
And you know she's an angel if you let her tell it
Baby hot as hell, she got kicked out of heaven
You know I love them braces, them big lips, that red skin
You know I love the faces she make when we sexing
Can't get her off my mind if I tried, my obsession
Block both her numbers, erased all our texts, yeah
I know you're not no good for me
But you look so good to me, yeah
I don't need another broken heart or a sleepless night
God, please guide me right
She looks like the girl of my dreams (Ace Lex got a full one)
You look like the girl of my
You look like the girl of my
I know you're not no good for me
But you look so good to me, yeah
I don't need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right
She looks like the girl of my dreams (Ace Lex got a full one)
You look like the girl of my
You look like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm, wasn't me, mm
Yeah yeah
And I know you're not no good for me
But you look so good to me
I don't need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right
She looks like the girl of my dreams, yeah, uh
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams, yeah
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my (okay)
Devil in a dress, angel in some Nike Airs
I could've sworn I went to sleep and she was right here
Don't know if I seen her in my dreams or my nightmares
Think it was my nightmares
And I think I need your love, I don't need no one selfish
Wonder if I give this girl my heart, could she help it?
And you know she's an angel if you let her tell it
Baby hot as hell, she got kicked out of heaven
You know I love them braces, them big lips, that red skin
You know I love the faces she make when we sexing
Can't get her off my mind if I tried, my obsession
Block both her numbers, erased all our texts, yeah
I know you're not no good for me
But you look so good to me, yeah
I don't need another broken heart or a sleepless night
God, please guide me right
She looks like the girl of my dreams (Ace Lex got a full one)
You look like the girl of my
You look like the girl of my
I know you're not no good for me
But you look so good to me, yeah
I don't need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right
She looks like the girl of my dreams (Ace Lex got a full one)
You look like the girl of my
You look like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams
Writer: Alexabier Maxwell, Rod Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thug Motivation
It ain't anymore love in here
This that thug motivation right here
You get what I'm sayin'?
That real shit, that gangsta shit
You feel me?
Can't sell that bullshit to the thugs, nah man
It's a new nigga in this bitch, for real
Turnt up in this bitch
Ay, Fizzle, turn that up
Hit that light right there
Yessir, both of 'em
Aw shit, they done let me in the door
They done gave your boy a chance
Now the youngin' finna' blow
It's a shame, finna put the game
In a figure four
Youngin, fresh from out that bottom talking straight from off the scroll
And these days, I live the life of a movie star
Remember going to school telling you I'd be a superstar
But you didn't believe, 'cause I fell in love with B&E
Breaking in them houses
Snatching TV's down and flippin' couches
This for them who doubted
I just dropped the top on my new Audi
Ma, look at your son and how he sprouted
1.5 and countin', don't need no accountant
Don't need no help countin' mine
Fire my accountant
Don't need no help routin' mine
We jumpin' out the gym
You ain't heard? Then go ask a friend
They know we gettin' it in
I just bought my mama a brand new Benz
My girl pregnant with twins
Look how God blessed me again
Took so many losses, can't believe I finally get to win, yeah
And nobody told me the road would be easy
I can't believe, made it this far
My whole life, I been working so hard
This that straight drop in the pot shit
Crack rock shit
Stand back and watch it lock jit
This a quarter brick, this another piece
This right here is all a nigga need
To get on his feet, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thug motivation, thug motivation, yeah
This that straight drop in the pot shit
Crack rock shit
Stand back and watch it lock jit
This a quarter brick, this another piece
This right here is all a nigga need
To get on his feet, yeah
And nobody told me the road would be easy
I can't believe, made it this far
My whole life, I been working so hard, yeah
This that thug motivation right here
You get what I'm sayin'?
That real shit, that gangsta shit
You feel me?
Can't sell that bullshit to the thugs, nah man
It's a new nigga in this bitch, for real
Turnt up in this bitch
Ay, Fizzle, turn that up
Hit that light right there
Yessir, both of 'em
Aw shit, they done let me in the door
They done gave your boy a chance
Now the youngin' finna' blow
It's a shame, finna put the game
In a figure four
Youngin, fresh from out that bottom talking straight from off the scroll
And these days, I live the life of a movie star
Remember going to school telling you I'd be a superstar
But you didn't believe, 'cause I fell in love with B&E
Breaking in them houses
Snatching TV's down and flippin' couches
This for them who doubted
I just dropped the top on my new Audi
Ma, look at your son and how he sprouted
1.5 and countin', don't need no accountant
Don't need no help countin' mine
Fire my accountant
Don't need no help routin' mine
We jumpin' out the gym
You ain't heard? Then go ask a friend
They know we gettin' it in
I just bought my mama a brand new Benz
My girl pregnant with twins
Look how God blessed me again
Took so many losses, can't believe I finally get to win, yeah
And nobody told me the road would be easy
I can't believe, made it this far
My whole life, I been working so hard
This that straight drop in the pot shit
Crack rock shit
Stand back and watch it lock jit
This a quarter brick, this another piece
This right here is all a nigga need
To get on his feet, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thug motivation, thug motivation, yeah
This that straight drop in the pot shit
Crack rock shit
Stand back and watch it lock jit
This a quarter brick, this another piece
This right here is all a nigga need
To get on his feet, yeah
And nobody told me the road would be easy
I can't believe, made it this far
My whole life, I been working so hard, yeah
Writer: Allen Kelly, Rod Green, Frank III Gilliam
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dark Clouds
You know, I'm in New Jersey right now
It's like four in the morning
It's me and T in this bitch, my nigga Dre in this bitch
Flushed all this Percocets (why?)
They wasn't workin' yet
Quarter pound on my bus we finna we murda that
They was okay, but I been feeling sorrow
Tonight I'ma pray it's better by tomorrow
Say mama, hey mama
I been feeling home sick
It's demons inside my heart
And I can feel 'em growing
I brought people around me
Without even knowing
They all had secret agendas
That they wasn't showing
Bitches will stab you in yo' back
But smile in yo' face
Niggas will act how they act
But they want yo' place
Say that it's love out they mouth
But that shit be fake
So I been lookin' for peace
And beggin' for space
Lord I'm just a nigga tryna win
Lord I'm just a nigga so I sin
We spin his block, we spin his block
Then spin again, mmh
He gotta pay for what he did, yeah
I been feelin' pain for so long
I done became numb
I don't make it no better
I give my heart to whoever
They take it and they run
You had me but you lost me
I'm not mad, I'm exhausted
Please, please, if you come around
Give me something to make me smile
It's been so many dark days
Been so many dark days and dark clouds
It's been so many dark days
Been so many dark days and dark clouds
Like a big ass black cloud
Been following a nigga around
I been tryna shake that bitch
Then niggas come around wit' that energy
Make it even f*ckin' worse, I'on even know, man I
It's been so many dark days
Been so many dark days and dark clouds (I keep a nigga from 'round me fast)
It's been so many dark days (fast, you feel me?)
Been so many dark days and dark clouds, yeah
I been feelin' pain for so long
I done became numb
I don't make it no better
I give my heart to whoever
They take it and they run
You had me but you lost me
I'm not mad, I'm exhausted
Please, please, if you come around
Give me something to make me smile
It's like four in the morning
It's me and T in this bitch, my nigga Dre in this bitch
Flushed all this Percocets (why?)
They wasn't workin' yet
Quarter pound on my bus we finna we murda that
They was okay, but I been feeling sorrow
Tonight I'ma pray it's better by tomorrow
Say mama, hey mama
I been feeling home sick
It's demons inside my heart
And I can feel 'em growing
I brought people around me
Without even knowing
They all had secret agendas
That they wasn't showing
Bitches will stab you in yo' back
But smile in yo' face
Niggas will act how they act
But they want yo' place
Say that it's love out they mouth
But that shit be fake
So I been lookin' for peace
And beggin' for space
Lord I'm just a nigga tryna win
Lord I'm just a nigga so I sin
We spin his block, we spin his block
Then spin again, mmh
He gotta pay for what he did, yeah
I been feelin' pain for so long
I done became numb
I don't make it no better
I give my heart to whoever
They take it and they run
You had me but you lost me
I'm not mad, I'm exhausted
Please, please, if you come around
Give me something to make me smile
It's been so many dark days
Been so many dark days and dark clouds
It's been so many dark days
Been so many dark days and dark clouds
Like a big ass black cloud
Been following a nigga around
I been tryna shake that bitch
Then niggas come around wit' that energy
Make it even f*ckin' worse, I'on even know, man I
It's been so many dark days
Been so many dark days and dark clouds (I keep a nigga from 'round me fast)
It's been so many dark days (fast, you feel me?)
Been so many dark days and dark clouds, yeah
I been feelin' pain for so long
I done became numb
I don't make it no better
I give my heart to whoever
They take it and they run
You had me but you lost me
I'm not mad, I'm exhausted
Please, please, if you come around
Give me something to make me smile
Writer: Brayon Nelson, Daniel Vega, David Grear, Rodarius Green, Timothy Patterson, Trentay Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Pray 4 Love is the second studio album by American rapper and singer Rod Wave. It was released on April 3, 2020, through Alamo Records. The album contains one collaboration featuring American rapper ATR Son Son on the track "Rags2Riches".
A deluxe edition was released on August 7, 2020 and contains guest appearances from Yo Gotti and Lil Baby—the latter appears on the remix of "Rags2Riches".
12 of the album's tracks charted on the Billboard Hot 100, with "Rags2Riches" becoming Rod Wave's highest-charting song at the time, peaking at number 12. Each of the album's singles were accompanied with a music video.
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Rod WaveA deluxe edition was released on August 7, 2020 and contains guest appearances from Yo Gotti and Lil Baby—the latter appears on the remix of "Rags2Riches".
12 of the album's tracks charted on the Billboard Hot 100, with "Rags2Riches" becoming Rod Wave's highest-charting song at the time, peaking at number 12. Each of the album's singles were accompanied with a music video.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 38:38
Released: April 3rd, 2020
Year: 2020