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[Intro]
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)
I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)
He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself (Grrah)
He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)
I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Grrah)
I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)
And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal
[Verse 1]
And I'm lit 'cause I just signed a deal (Grrah)
Everybody be knowin' my name (Like)
Just want the money, I don't want the fame (Like)
And I'm different, they ain't in my lane (Grrah)
Countin' up hundreds is how I stay seen (Like)
Picture perfect, he lovin' my frame (Damn)
I'm a baddie, I do what I do (Do what I do)
Like, I'm bad, but my bitches is too (Like)
And they know how to move (Move)
Niggas talk, we go ku (Ku)
I don't get introduced
Yeah, I'm that bitch, so they stealin' my juice
This one bitch is built like an ant, ew (Ew)
Crash outs, and they goin' on rants
Cash cow, I be gettin' them bands (Damn)
Bitches switchin' but they wasn't trans (Grrah)
[Verse 2]
And I'm thick, but I don't got a waist (Damn)
Think she pretty, but changin' her face (Damn)
Fallin' behind like, bitch, pick up your pace
It was funny 'til I took her place
Her man callin', but I be like, "Who this?" (Who this?)
I'm a switchy bitch, I really do this (Damn)
Lightskin, but I'm black, you could tell by my hair (Hair)
I get money, bitch, I am a millionaire (Millionaire)
Walk in the party, everybody gon' stare (What?)
If I ain't the one, why the fuck am I here, hm?
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BB Belt
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro
Buss anotha bokkle a Moët
Gyal dem inna mi sight and I gots to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Stop playing with 'em, Riot)
[Chorus]
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
Big knock, like I'm not a fighter (Grrah)
Big Ice, I don't need a writer (Like)
Her man callin' me baby (Grrah)
I'm Miss Poopie like I need a diaper (Grrah)
Watch your mouth 'cause my bitch get scrappy (Scrappy)
Fuck you mean, bitch? It never gave tacky (What?)
Off the liquor, we be gettin' nasty (Huh?)
Ghetto, fabulous, and fancy (Damn)
She gettin' loud, but nobody moved (Word)
Talk of the town, I'm makin' the news (Facts)
Pretty-ass face and some pretty-ass boobs
Pretty-ass bitch, I be shakin' the room (Grrah)
Stank-ass bitch tryna grill me
She actin' lost, but of course, she in tune (Grrah)
[Verse 2]
I take her man out of boredom (Grrah)
Bad bitch, came straight outta Fordham (Grrah)
Now I'm rockin' Balenci' (Damn)
I remember I couldn't afford 'em (Damn)
Like bitches be losin' the plot (Damn)
And that's how I got to the top (Grrah)
And, no, I don't got any opps (Grrah)
Like, why would I beef with a flop? (Grrah)
Like let's talk drill (Grrah)
Who bigger than she? (Like)
Who prettier too? (Like)
Two-fifty to get in the booth (Damn)
Like let's be real (Grrah)
Who bigger than me? (Grrah)
Who littier too? (Grrah)
That's why I could take your boo (Damn)
[Outro]
Jus gimme the light and pass the dro
Buss anotha bokkle a Moët
Gyal dem inna mi sight and I gots to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cah me inna the vibes and I got my dough
Buss anotha bokkle a Moët
Gyal dem lookin' hype and I gots to know
One, two, three, four
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Gimmie A Light
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT
[Chorus]
A baddie gon' get what she like (Grrah)
So what's your sign? 'Cause I like you (Like)
Got a place we can stay for the night
But I'm too shy to invite you (Grrah)
You got a gangsta vibe (Vibe)
And I want a gangsta boo (Boo)
One of a dangerous kind (Grrah)
I'm tryna see how a gangsta move
[Verse 1]
He never worry 'bout no exes
All on my body, I'm the bestest
Diamonds keep dancin' on my necklace
Bitches stay mad just like the rest is (Grrah)
On Fordham, my drip was the same (Facts)
Hit up Benny when I need a chain (Like)
Made it out soon as I got fame (Grrah)
Walkin' past and they yellin' my name, damn (Damn)
Like they goin' ku (Goin' ku)
I'm a fan but I'm keepin' my cool (Keepin' my cool)
And I like it when you call me boo (My boo)
Bae, I just wanna do what you do (Like)
Fuck your thots, I'm takin' they spot (They spot)
Bitches know that I am what they not
I'ma help you get back at the opps (Grrah)
Bae, can I come when you spinnin' they block? (Grrah)
And I swear that you be on my mind (My mind)
Yeah, I'm lit, but for you, I'll make time (Make time)
Niggas waitin', you skippin' the line (Like)
I was debatin' on making you mine (Grrah)
And you fly, I could tell by your belt
And you make with the cards you was dealt (You was dealt)
By my side, then you takin' no L
He all like, "Damn, Ice, you makin' me melt" (Grrah)
Got a man but I hope you don't care (Care)
When I'm with him, I wish you was there
Takin' that risk, bae, you know I'm not scared (Like)
What he think? He know shit isn't fair
Flexin' together, I know we go better (Grrah)
We stay hot, it don't matter the weather (Grrah)
His bitches mad that he gettin' me wetter (Grrah)
Damn, I ain't feel this way in forever (Grrah)
[Verse 2]
I don't think you should play with me (Why?)
'Cause you gon' end up like the last opp
I'm a thug off some drugs in my home
And say, long before rap, I was playin' the back box
I don't know if I'm high or just too bopped
But your shit look like you got ass shots
Treat that bitch like the opps
When them boys tryna slide and they see me, I'm givin' her back shots
I'm like, "Ice, your shit lookin' fat" (Fat)
I'm a gangsta, I keep it legit (Legit)
Not gon' hold you, I told her some secrets (What?)
So she know I be on that shit
Told her, "Not too much, know what you know" (Know)
That's when she told me, "Daddy, I'm zipped" (What?)
If the boys ever try to come press me (Huh?)
I'ma tell 'em, "No habla English" (I don't know shit)
And together, we somethin' like brish
They can't do it like you and they wish
Fuck the opps, are you ready for beef?
So you know what to do with the— (Ugh)
See a opp, I don't fold, I go quick
Like, "Who next tryna go on my list?"
If he throw up a four, we gon'— (Blitz 'em)
How many of them finna go in my spliff?
My lil' shawty, I treat her like gang
And she don't treat me like no rap nigga
I'm the youngest to do it, you had a shot, blew it
Of course she gon' leave you, my sack bigger
That lil' nigga ain't nothin' like me (Me)
And I'm definitely nothin' like that nigga (What?)
Word around is your nigga can fight (Huh?)
So you better tell him I clap niggas (Boom)
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Gangsta Boo
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Chasing relentlessly
Still fight and I don't know why
(Stop playin' wit' 'em, Riot)
[Chorus]
You did me dirt (Why?)
'Cause what did I do? Like
I fucked on ya bro
Like, I cannot choose, no lovin' a smooch (Grrah-grrah)
Bitch, I am the one (Grrah), so how can I lose? Like
Swing on that bitch, like a hammock (Ayy)
I'm doin' me, she cannot stand it
[Verse 1]
He see me in person and panic (Damn)
He know that I'm bad and I'm rude
It get hot, so I'm keepin' my cool (Hot)
And he like how I get in my mood (Baddie)
So why would you fuck wit' my mental? (Huh?)
After all that I told you I been through? (Huh?)
But you was my heart so I let you
But you was my heart so I let you
After all that, you shoulda told me (Baited)
Fuck that, I'm by my doley (Grrah)
Fuck that, I'm goin' OD (Grrah)
Would violate, but that was the old me (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
You woulda thought that I missed you (Nah)
But you was a thot, it's a issue (Baba)
Ya bro is the one that I went to (Ayy)
He gave me mazi in a rental (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Can't fuck wit' a nigga that stay in the likes, of a bitch I don't like (The fuck?)
She must be a bait, 'cause you always bite (What?), that shit get me tight
And it's not okay when you try to hurt me, when we fuckin' off Perky (Thirty)
We both from the Bronx, so I know that you dirty (Dirty)
How you do me like that?
When I fought, you fight back (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Thought you knew I was a bully
Never understood me fully (Baow)
They shoulda named me pressure (Facts)
Who you know that do it better (Who?)
You gon' think about me 'til forever (Baow)
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No Clarity
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Uh
Man
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
(Yup)
[Verse 1]
Hatin' bitches be angry, hatin' bitches, they ain't me
How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee?
Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and it's custom
Cuban Link with a pink gem, I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup)
Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts
You's a flop, bitch, knock it off, where the champagne? I'ma pop it off
Bitch, you know you ain't like that, post a pic and he like that
Fat butt with a back tat, and I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup)
Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit, I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it
Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most, if you make your bed, better lay in it
Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in
Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup)
[Bridge]
Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose
Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows
Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes
And I really write, like fuck a ghost (Yup)
[Verse 2]
Chanel bags and it's cashmere
Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh, I, oh, I)
Bum bitches had a bad year
Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here
Sold half a milli' on a mixtape
Probably more on a quick tape, and it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup)
Never lucky, I been blessed, queen said I'm the princess
Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex
Jamaican plug named Batman, pack smellin' like trash cans
Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup)
Niggas fucked, but it ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy
Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready
Fat butt, pull my pants up, shakin' ass, got my bands up
Her man callin' and she mad as fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup)
[Interlude]
Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle
We came from the four line to four times Grammy-nominated, word (Yup)
[Outro]
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Suck my dick
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Phat Butt
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us
I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust
I don't love niggas, I just be in lust
Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus
Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat
Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats
Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope
Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote
[Verse 1]
Munchin' me down and say, "It taste like water"
Do niggas foul 'cause I'm my mother's daughter
Fine lil' shit and her money got taller
Rappers ain't shit, I might fuck with a baller (Baller, baller)
Might fuck with a scammer
Best of both worlds like I'm Hannah Montana
Sold out show when I be in Atlanta
Tweakin' together like Rula Santana
[Chorus]
With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us
I'm from the Bronx, so it's no onе I trust
I don't love niggas, I just be in lust
Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus
Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat
Yeah, I got slim, but I still еat my oats
Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope
Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote
[Verse 2]
Ayy, she wanna hold on my chopper
If she spot an opper, she bound to pop 'em, uh (Grrt)
Lil' mama hotter than lava
She driving me crazy, I need her asylum
Eat it up, eat it up, ride me, keep it up
Don't slow down 'til you bust like a Nina
No glove, OJ, condom, no way
Raw dog with her is the only way
[Chorus]
With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us
I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust
I don't love niggas, I just be in lust
Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus
Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat
Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats
Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope
Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote
[Verse 3]
Baby, when we goin', put my gun in your bag
Her mama say she think that I'm a thug and she mad (Hey)
See, she tryna keep her shape right
She been in the gym, they in love with the ass
Addicted to it, she must be a drug 'cause she bad
Married to the money, I'm in love with the cash
Hatin' for a minute, niggas love when you crash (Uh-huh)
Put it on his fitted, it's a dub on his ass (A dub)
Super fine shit
Never been too friendly if you asked, I probably wouldn't give a hug to your ass (Nope)
Let me put the AR with the drum in your bag (Brr)
Actin' like we in this bitch in love when we smash (Smash, smash)
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Hannah Montana
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Grrah
[Chorus]
Baddie, he makin' me thicker (Makin' me thicker)
Rob his heart, bitch, it's a stick up (Stick up)
I can't be fallin' in love with a nigga (In love with a)
Pockets was small, they got bigger (Uh-huh)
You did me wrong, what I do? (What I do?)
Actin' a smoochie when I'm off the liquor (Like)
Showin' my thong, goin' ku (Go ku)
Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger (Huh)
[Verse 1]
Baby, I watch how I move
Bitches, they see me, don't know what to do, like (Like)
Baddie, I get in my mood (Get in my mood)
Nigga a munchie, he eat me like food, damn (Grrah)
He eatin' it up, kitty on water, he beatin' it up (Beatin' it up)
On fire, hеatin' it up
Bitches be dirty, I'm cleanin' 'еm up (Ugh)
Gimme a tissue, why would I miss you when you was the issue? (Huh)
Don't wear the shoe if the shoe doesn't fit you (Like)
Only around me when it's beneficial (Grrah)
Stop textin' my phone, nigga be feenin', like leave me alone (Like leave me alone)
Damn, back in my zone
Don't want the feelings, I just want the dome (Grrah, I just want the dome)
[Verse 2]
Throwin' it back, put it right in his face (In his face)
He like how it taste (How it taste)
He grabbin' my waist (Uh-huh)
Got him itchin' to stay (Grrah)
He the bank and I'm makin' him chase (Yeah)
I'm a baddie, I'm havin' my way (My way)
Nigga a munchie so we cannot date (Like)
He a eater, I made sure he ate (Grrah)
No, you cannot have your boo back (Huh)
If I'm shootin' my shoot, he gon' shoot back (Grrah)
I'm on his head like a durag (Huh)
Shittin' on bitches, I do that (I do that)
Shittin' on bitches my hobby (Huh)
Body too crazy, they all on my body, like (All on my body, like)
All on my body, like
[Chorus]
Baddie, he makin' me thicker (Makin' me thicker)
Rob his heart, bitch, it's a stick up (Stick up)
I can't be fallin' in love with a nigga (In love with a)
Pockets was small, they got bigger (Uh-huh)
You did me wrong, what I do? (What I do?)
Actin' a smoochie when I'm off the liquor (Like)
Showin' my thong, goin' ku (Go ku)
Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger (Huh)
Baddie, he makin' me thicker (Makin' me thicker)
Rob his heart, bitch, it's a stick up (Stick up)
I can't be fallin' in love with a nigga (In love with a)
Pockets was small, they got bigger (Uh-huh)
You did me wrong, what I do? (What I do?)
Actin' a smoochie when I'm off the liquor (Like)
Showin' my thong, goin' ku (Go ku)
Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger (Huh)
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Actin A Smoochie
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Grrah
Grrah
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Like
[Chorus]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands; ooh, shit)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thong, like; ooh, shit)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm petty, you know I bе on that (Grrah)
Standin' on shit like a floor mat
They keep tryin' to reach mе (Huh)
'Cause they know that I never call back (Grrah)
Throw it back on her BD (BD)
Just know he caught that
Hatin' bitches, I gotta ignore that (Grrah)
Need some grabba, like, bro, where the store at? (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm facin', don't ask me to pass it (Grrah)
If we beefin', don't ask me to hash it (Grrah)
In the party them clappers is clappin' (Like)
In the party them slappers is slappin' (Damn)
My name Ice, on the beat I be skatin' (Like)
Bitch, I'm pretty, I look like a paintin' (Like)
With a baddie and she lookin' Blasian (Damn)
Say my grace 'cause the money amazin' (Grrah)
[Chorus]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands; ooh, shit)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah; huh)
Oh shit, she totin' the knot (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thongs, like; ooh, shit)
[Verse 2]
Ooh shit, come do it for me
T, I'm from TX (Yeah)
Shorty, she come from the BX
Ice and the flame and the Nia (It's lit)
You might get a car and it's keyless
Topless, no V6 (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm out in New York, I'm in Sei Less (Skrrt, skrrt)
You might get you more if you say less
I'm cookin' a wave of flow
They watchin' my moves, remote (Damn)
Cacti down her throat
Sent cornrow down her throat
Ooh, shit (Ooh, shit)
To smoke, we brought us some nics
I told Dolan to sell us the Knicks
Like the flow Jalen Brunson, won't trip, man
[Chorus]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thong, like)
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Oh Shhh...
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Heavy On It, mm-hmm
New York, stand the fuck up (Grrah)
When we come out, it look like Princess Diana on the street (Grrah)
Ayo, Ice
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
(Finish 'em)
[Chorus]
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn
And I'm still gеttin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If hе smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
[Verse 1]
And I just fell in love with a gangsta (Like)
So he put my name in a tat'
But I don't let him come to the crib (Grrah)
So we get it on where we at (Grrah)
Nowadays, I be duckin' them cameras
And they hype that I'm up on them banners
Callin' my phone, but they know I don't answer (Why?)
In the hood, I'm like Princess Diana (Grrah)
I'm thick 'cause I be eatin' oats (Huh)
Bitches not takin' shit from me but notes
Wanna be me, so she do my emotes
And my name in her mouth so I bet she gon' choke (Bitch)
To her man, I'm the girl of his dreams
Thinkin' 'bout me when he brushin' his teeth
He keep textin', I leave him on seen
Hottest bitch out and they know what I mean (Know what I mean)
[Chorus]
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah, boo, tomato)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
(This is a public service announcement, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, brr)
[Verse 2]
I, I, I be eatin' my spinach (Spinach), they tried to clone my image (Image)
They burned they London Bridges (Bridges), none of them bitches British (No)
I know they know the difference (Grr)
And I just fell in love with a gangsta (Grrah)
So I hold him down like an anchor (Grrah)
He said if I keep it a hundred (Grrah)
That he'll keep me safe like a banker (Grrah)
Nowadays, I be makin' 'em famous (Grrah)
She the princess, so fuck who you lames is (Grrah)
Of course, I be pushin' they buttons (Grrah)
I hold the control like the gamers (Woo)
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches is ass if we keepin' it crack
Bad little redhead, she 'bout to black
We come out, it's a movie, but we don't do BAP (Woo)
Live from London, straight from the palace
Man dem ah gyalis ah text us like Dallas
Keep it a bean, yo
He talk nice 'cause the pussy game mean, ho (Hadouken)
[Chorus]
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Brr, grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give them a pass (Oop)
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Oop, damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Mm, grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass (Grr)
[Verse 3]
Ayo, Isis, you got these bitches crunchier than ice, sis
Come chop it up, I'ma have gang on the night shift (Brr)
She said she don't like me, but her baby daddy like it (Ooh)
Ride my nigga dick then handle bars, on some bike shit
Bitches is a joke, I gotta laugh on some sike shit
So every now and then I gotta read 'em like a psychic (Oop)
Strugglin' to get to the top, on some hike shit
When I throw it to him, he gon' catch it (Hmm), he gon' spike it (Kyuh)
[Outro]
Catch it, mm-hmm
Gag, it's the gag for me, haha
Princess
Oop
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Princess Diana (Extendo Clip)
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Grrah)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
Skin the color coca, put his nose in (Nose in)
Told him that I love him, I was trollin' (Trollin')
They ain't want me to win, I was chosen (Chosen)
That bitch talkin' shit, she get poked in (Grrah)
Tell her drop a pin, we ain't bowlin' (Grrah)
Make them bitches sick, I got motion (Like)
See hеr, I'm like, "Grrah," that's the slogan (Like)
Bad bitch, shе my twin like the Olsens (Like)
[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Grrah)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Grrah)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Like)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Like)
[Verse 2]
And I feed him good 'cause he a eater (He a eater)
And he beat that cat, call up PETA (Like)
When he goin' slow, tell him, "Speed up" (Uh-huh)
Diamonds on my neck like I'm anema'
I ain't anema' (Like), got that heater (Grrah)
Bad bitches, I'm your leader (Leader)
Mad bitches wanna be her (Like)
Bitches can't see me for nothin' like Sia (Grrah)
[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Super lit)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Stupid wrist)
He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Food in it)
[Outro]
Grrah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
She a stupid bitch
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Popa
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Mm
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT
[Chorus]
Yeah, pretty gyal, me no do no kiss and tell
As long as you treat me well, I will treat you more than gem
Me no send my chain, you are my real flex
Oya, gimme promise, you ain't gonna bail on me
[Verse 1]
Lookin' at you got my eyes wide, damn (Got my eyes wide)
Lookin' at you got my eyes wide, damn, so outta this world like sci-fi (Grrah)
Lookin' at you got my eyes wide, damn (Lookin' at you got my eyes wide)
Lookin' at you got my eyes wide, damn, so outta this world like sci-fi
[Verse 2]
I am the one that got lotta bands
Who you becomin'? Well, that depends (Ah-ha)
Jump in the air, I perfect my stance (Ah-ha)
Jump to the floor, I just wanna dance (Hmm)
Yeah, you the one, there's no number two
If I had three wishes, I'd waste 'em on you
Watch what you say, got faces on me
No waist is on me
Yeah, yeah, oh
[Chorus]
Yeah, pretty gyal, me no do no kiss and tell
As long as you treat me well, I will treat you more than gem
Me no send my chain, you are my real flex
Oya, gimme promise, you ain't gonna bail on me
Yeah, pretty gyal, me no do no kiss and tell
As long as you treat me well, I will treat you more than gem
Me no send my chain, you are my real flex
Oya, gimme promise, you ain't gonna bail on me
[Bridge]
Grrah
I ain't been in love in a minute
Don't know what it was, but you get it (Uh-huh)
Big three words out ya mouth and you meant it
You can get it, play your cards right, bet it (Mhm, grrah)
It's our life, so baby, let's live it
Haters super mad, we got 'em all livid (All livid, grrah)
Thinkin' 'bout my future, got you all in it (Like)
Shootin' for the stars, the sky has no limit (Grrah)
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Pretty Girl
|
Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Yes, sir, baby, On the Radar Radio Freestyles
Yo, the BX is in the buildin', Ice Spice is in the buildin'
I'ma step out, she gon' step in and kill this shit, alright? Let's go
(Is that Chris?)
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
You a stranger, I feel like shit changed
I'm different, I don't feel the same
I'm a smoochie, like you cannot change me
Trendin' topic, like you cannot blame me
Goin' up, so I feel like they hate me
Oh, she gangster? But she cannot face me
Hear the chatter, but I'm never switchin'
It don't mattеr, I know my shit different
[Verse 1]
In the еnd that I know that I'm good
Understand that I'm misunderstood
And the plan to get bro out the hood
I be fiendin' to dump on a bitch
And I know that she bumpin' my shit
In the comments they eatin' my dick
Remember they didn't believe in a bitch
I be thinkin' 'bout me and you fuckin'
I be readin' your text and I dub it
You be leadin' me on, I'm like, "Fuck it"
Act like you don't, but I know that you love it
And he fiendin', he know my name buzzin'
From the Bronx, so I got it from nothin'
I'm what they want, so I got it, it's comin'
I'm in the front of the race that we runnin'
[Chorus]
You a stranger, I feel like shit changed
I'm different, I don't feel the same
I'm a smoochie, like you cannot change me
Trendin' topic, like you cannot blame me
Goin' up, so I feel like they hate me
Oh, she gangster? But she cannot face me
Hear the chatter, but I'm never switchin'
It don't matter, I know my shit different
[Verse 2]
Damn, you was my heart, you a stranger
How you turn love into anger?
Like you wanna fuck with that bitch from Decatur
Like I don't want you with a bitch, I'ma hate her
And I put it all past me
Would fuck your bro, but I don't let him gas me
I got angels, they watchin'
Shit that I'm doin', there's nobody stoppin'
They say that I'm next, but it's cool 'cause I know that
Sayin' you love me, then show that
Old friends, they watchin', they sendin' me throwbacks
Soon as I make it, they know I can't go back
I got feelings, but I never show 'em
I don't talk about it, I just smoke 'em
Goin' through shit, I don't think, I just go numb
Soon as I hop in the booth, I'ma go numb, grrah
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On The Radar Freestyle
|
Ice Spice
|
[Verse 1]
I'm a baddie, but I got feelings too
I remember you had both of us skippin' school
We were so young, had niggas actin' a fool
You was cryin' out for help, I promise, I never knew
When I found out, I was feelin' wocky
You said that you love me 'cause I'm bougie and I'm cocky
Climbin' up the ranks on your own could get rocky
But I keep it pushin' knowin' that they'll never stop me
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know he want me, but he rather just lie (Lie)
If I tell him, "Jump," he gon' ask me, "How high?" (High)
And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)
Never mеt mine, never, nеver met mine (Damn)
Yeah, I know he want me, but he rather just lie (Lie)
If I tell him, "Jump," he gon' ask me, "How high?" (High)
And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)
Never met mine, never, never met mine
[Verse 2]
He like, "Na-na-na-na, I just want us to make up"
He like, "Na-na-na-na, like, how far can we take us?"
On my m-m-m-mind (Grrah), it's already made up
Missin' when we was laid up, I'm busy chasin' the paper (Grrah)
When I wanted Givenchy, remember I couldn't buy it
So then I linked up with RIOT, but first, we prayed to the Highest
And started gettin' them write-ups (Like), and then they crowned me the princess
So, I'm most grateful, your highness, and now we poppin' them ciders (Like)
Let me put you on to how a bad bitch think
And it's all tens when my bad bitch link
Wanna see me fall (Grrah) is a mad bitch kink
Let me get my strap, and I hit her like, "Bink"
She gon' catch what I'm throwin' (Grrah)
I see the snakes when I'm mowin'
And, yeah, they pop up like clonin'
So I just pop it like hoeing
Now, she on the floor (Like) when I'm kickin' the door
How you mad I do less (Damn), 'cause you gotta do more?
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know he want me (Grrah), but he rather just lie (Lie)
If I tell him, "Jump," he gon' ask me, "How high?" (High)
And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)
Never met mine, never, never met mine (Damn)
Yeah, I know he want me, but he rather just lie (Lie)
If I tell him, "Jump," he gon' ask me, "How high?" (High)
And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)
Never met mine, never, never met mine
[Outro]
Mine, met mine
Met mine
Met mine
Met mine
Met mine
Met mine
Met mine
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How High?
|
Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
(A Lau on the beat)
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT) Like
[Chorus]
Like, damn, move back (Move back)
She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt' (Damn)
She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)
Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act
Like, damn, move back (Move back)
She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt' (Damn)
She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)
Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act
[Verse 1]
Walk through and they start goin' ku (Go ku)
Like you the baddest, who better than you? (Huh?)
Look at my friend like, "Who better than we?" (Like)
Tеll the DJ to turn up the song (Damn)
Like damn, showin' my thong, no, wе not fuckin', the fuck is you on? (Like)
Thought you ain't like me, now you on my body (Grrah)
Ever since a baddie got put on, in my city I'm causin' the wreck
Whenever he see me, I got him erect (Damn)
I don't care if them bitches don't like me (Grrah)
But the hustle you gotta respect (Grrah)
It's a house sittin' up on my neck (Grrah)
Richard Millie, like fuck a Patek (Grrah)
I get money, I stay in some fly shit (Grrah)
But for me, he gon' stay in a tech
[Chorus]
Like, damn, move back (Move back)
She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt' (Damn)
She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)
Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act
Like, damn, move back (Move back)
She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt (Damn)
She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)
Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act
[Verse 2]
Where she at? On the floor (Damn)
She get her money, but I'm gettin' more (More)
I'm a player, you know I'ma score (Facts)
First they was hatin', now I'm on the board
First they was hatin', now they on my body (Body)
Cuffin' no thottie (Thottie)
No, he can't hit, but he might give me mazzi (Like)
Shittin' on bitches, no potty (Grrah)
[Outro]
Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act
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Butterfly Ku
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Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
You bring me back to life
And it's all in the name of love
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
Gave you love, give it back (Gltt)
I'm a smoochie, like, do not attach (Don't attach)
Don't assume where I'm at (Where I'm at)
It get heavy so I never lack (It get heavy)
I picked you, I thought you was different (Different)
Like (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And fuck all them bitches, you swear I be trippin', like
[Verse 1]
I know I'm not trippin', I know I'm not buggin' (Buggin')
I try to talk, but you switching the subject
Don't act like it's nothing when you up to something
Don't act like we cuffing when we out in public (Nah)
Had to dub him, too grimy, I can't love him (Like)
Damn, I love when he give me scolatti (Scolatti)
Why these bitches be all on my body? (Grrah, grrah)
Do a song, the next day, they all copy (Facts)
If I told you a lie, would you dip? (Would you dip?)
Would you say what you actually did? (What you did?)
You a clown 'cause I'm actually it (Like)
I put all of my pain in a spliff (Grrah)
Bitches owin' me money like Rick (Grrah)
I can't stand em'
Only want him if he bandsome
Put it on him like a dancer (Like a dancer)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm a demon (Like)
Did you dirt like, I know the reason (Thottie)
Did me worse, like, we can get even (Grrah, grrah)
If she bugging then I'ma start tweakin' (Tweakin')
Why you stuttering? Why you not speakin'?
Like, we could chop it (Chop it)
Don't forget I got whole lotta options (Next)
You a thot and you full of that nonsense (Grrah)
Why I see you in all of her comments? (Like)
Word to, you nasty (Nasty)
You tried it, but it don't get past me (It don't)
Why you subbin' when you could just at me? (Like)
Tryna bash me, don't attack me (Grah)
Why you bluffin', you missing my jatty? (Uh huh)
Would you come if I send you the addy? (Grrah)
Pull up and I'm throwing it (What?)
Pull up and I'm throwing it gladly (Grrah, grrah, boom)
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Name of Love
|
Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
Yo
Young Wunna (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ice (Grrah, grrah)
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on mе)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
Hе got felonies (Grrah), he got hella weed (Grrah)
His bitch ridin' really good, but I got better knees (Grrah)
Mixed bitch (Mixed bitch), ain't no pedigree (Mm)
Rich bitch (Rich bitch), I got amenities
Fuck is you tellin' me? (Is you tellin' me?)
Bitch, you lackin' (Bitch, you lackin')
Bitch, you actin' (Bitch, you actin')
You get packed in (You get packed in)
Don't get packed in (Don't get packed in)
Don't be single, nigga, I know you cappin' (I know you cappin')
I know you cappin'
Oh, you tappin'? (Oh, you tappin'?)
Oh, you wanna tap in? (Oh, you wanna tap in?)
Oh, you wanna mack then? (Oh, you wanna mack then?)
Oh (Oh), mm, bad as fuck, want a magazine? (Magazine)
Mm, high as fuck, what is happenin'? (Grrah)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, high astrology, every day, I smoke broccoli (Ha)
Racks keep callin' me (Racks), all these boys my protégés (My protégés)
Miu Miu and Prada jeans (Yeah), who got stuff I'm tryna see? (Stuff)
You my bitch, don't lie to me, get an AP for my apology (For my apology)
SVJ the Aventador (Slide), my Lambo slide like centipede (Slide)
Skyami, my top off, got my shirt off (Yeah), she can see the V
I just landed from Rome and now her Pucci came from Italy
Ice, she got on stones to set the tone (Ice), I match her energy
Bitch, you know I ain't lackin' (Yeah)
I got tricks from New Orleans
Bitch, you know what's happenin' (Bitch, you know what's happenin')
Boy, don't do no cappin' (Do no cappin')
Booby trap, I left the trap, I'm geeked up in a Lamb' (Geeked)
Blue 'Scotti, fill up, like, roll me up with some (Roll me up with some)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin', packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
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Bitch I’m Packin’
|
Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
The beat so hard, I don't even wanna say nothin'
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
[Chorus]
He like, "Bae, you hella fine, but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-somethin'" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough"
On my tonguey-tongue (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
He got plenty funds (Plenty funds)
We done hit the strip club, he got plenty ones (Plenty ones)
We done hit his trap house, he got many guns (Many guns)
Brodie took a fake Perc', now he got tummy runs (Tummy runs)
I ain't got no fuckin' kids, I got hella sons (Grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, not just anyone (Grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun (Grrah)
And I pack the whole zip, I got dirty lungs (Grrah)
And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)
Ain't got time for them bitches, yeah, them bitches bums (Bitches bums)
I ain't got a lot of friends, I'm meticulous (Like)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Ridiculous, ridiculous)
[Verse 2]
He know I'm too fine to be single, course I got a man (Course I got a man)
But you cute, I'll fuck with you, I'll cancel all my plans (All my plans)
Put that shit on, think he fly, he think he Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
How your bitch is mad at me? I thought she ain't need a man (Need a man)
So what you tryna do? (Grrah)
Get me food or some bags and designer shoes? (Grrah)
You ain't crackin' 'til you sign this, I got shit to lose (Like)
And you munchin' first, nigga, I don't make the rules (Huh, make the rules)
And you ask a lot of shit, nigga, this ain't class (Huh, this ain't class)
You just gotta know I'm bad with a lot of ass (Lot of ass)
You just gotta know I'm paid with a lot of plaques (Lot of plaques)
And I always come in first, yeah, I'm never last (Never last)
[Outro]
And you chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun
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Plenty Sun
|
Ice Spice
|
[Intro]
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Grrah
[Chorus]
Shittin' on bitches my hobby, I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that nigga a fiend, I can tell he adore it (Grr-grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these bitches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignore me but niggas is startin' to notice
[Verse 1]
These bitches ain't from where I'm from (Grrah)
I'm from the X, beat on a bitch like it's fun (Like it's fun)
Damn, I'm so pretty and young
They say I'm next, like, "Ice Spice, you really the one" (I'm next)
Think that she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot
Bitches be needin' niggas to get hot like (Like what?)
Bitch, I'm a baddie, I'm used to the spotlight (Grrah, grrah)
Don't you compare me to bitches I'm not, like (Suck my dick)
Grrah, I got issues
Think I'm a bitch, then come see what this bitch do
You hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you
If you not my nigga then why would I kiss you? (Why would I kiss you?)
You crazy? You stupid?
Give you my heart, like, you better not lose it (Facts)
Fuck on ya bro, like, this shit is amusin' (Word, grrah)
[Verse 2]
I'm smokin' on 'za like a hippie (Word)
If she a baddie, I tell her get with me (Get with me)
I'm finna Pooh on these bitches like Winnie
I do my dance on a nigga like Diddy (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to gas him, I'm poppin' a titty (Grrah)
He lovin' the way it get sticky (Bow)
He a gangster, I let him get in me
Yeah, I feel like the baddest lil' bitch in my city (Word)
You not a Barbie, it's givin' dirty
I fuck her up (Suck my dick), then I get sturdy, grrah, grrah
I don't need luck if I'm poppin' this Perky (Word)
Watch me get lit by the end of the summer
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother (Grrah)
Uh (Grrah), I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother
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Euphoric
|
Ice Spice
|
[Verse 1]
First things first: rest in peace, Uncle Phil
For real
You the only father that I ever knew
I get my bitch pregnant, I'ma be a better you
Prophecies that I made way back in the Ville
Fulfilled
Listen, even back when we was broke, my team ill
Martin Luther King woulda been on Dreamville, talk to a nigga
[Pre-Chorus]
One time for my L.A. sisters
One time for my L.A. ho
Lame niggas can't tell the difference
One time for a nigga who know
[Chorus]
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
[Verse 2]
No role models, and I'm here right now
No role models to speak of
Searchin' through my memory, my memory, I couldn't find one
Last night, I was gettin' my feet rubbed by the baddest bitch
Not Trina, but I swear to God, this bitch'll make you call your girl up
And tell her, "Hey, what's good?
Sorry, I'm never comin' home, I'ma stay for good"
Then hang the phone up and proceed to lay the wood
I came fast like 9-1-1 in White neighborhoods
Ain't got no shame 'bout it
She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich 'cause I can have any bitch
I got defensive and said, "Nah, I was the same without it"
But then I thought back, back to a better me
Before I was a B-list celebrity
'Fore I started callin' bitches "bitches" so heavily
Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody, you wadn't sweatin' me
[Verse 3]
I want a real love, dark-skinned Aunt Viv love
That Jada and that Will love
That leave a toothbrush at your crib love
And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love
Nigga, I don't want no bitch from reality shows
Out-of-touch-with-reality hoes
Out in Hollywood bringin' back five or six hoes
Fuck 'em then we kick 'em to the do', nigga, you know how it go
She deserved that, she a bird, it's a bird trap
You think if I didn't rap she would flirt back?
Takin' off her skirt, let her wear my shirt 'fore she leave
"I'ma need my shirt back" (Nigga, you know how it go)
[Interlude]
There's an old saying in Tennessee—I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, fool me once... shame on... shame on you
Fool me—can't get fooled again
[Bridge]
Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy)
Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you (Ayy)
Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop, bop, bop)
Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy)
Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you (Ayy)
Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop, bop, bop)
[Verse 4]
My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet
My only regret was too young for Nia Long
Now all I'm left with is hoes from reality shows
Hand her a script, the bitch prolly couldn't read along
My only regret was too young for Sade Adu
My only regret, could never take Aaliyah home
Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone
With the stale face 'cause they know it's they song
[Pre-Chorus]
She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow, she shallow)
She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow), yeah, ayy
(She shallow)
She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow), haha
(She shallow)
She shallow but the pussy deep (She shallow, she shallow)
[Chorus]
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
[Produced by Phonix Beats & J. Cole]
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No Role Modelz
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
She knows
She knows, ayy
Bad things happen to the people you love
And you find yourself praying up to Heaven above
But honestly, I never had much sympathy
'Cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me
I'm gonna run, run away, run (Oh, I), run away, run away (Oh, I, I, I)
Run away and never come back (Well, alright)
Run, run away, run, run away (Oh, I), run away (Oh, I, I, I)
Show 'em that your color is black (Well, alright)
[Verse 1]
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
You know I got a girl back home
You got a man, what you want?
What you want?
What these bitches want from a nigga?
On some DMX shit, huh
I know them other niggas love tricking
On some BMX shit, but not me
Now I'm sure you done heard about me
A black star, Mos Def, Kweli
Good, so them bad hoes try me, they try me, huh
This is Martin Luther King in the club, gettin' dubs, huh
With a bad bitch in his ear, sayin' that she down for whatever
In the back of his mind is Coretta
[Chorus]
And she knows, she knows
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
And deep down, she knows, she knows
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
Well, alright, oh, I, oh, I, I, I
I can't be what you want from me, well, alright
Oh, I, oh, I, I, I
I can't be what you want from me, well, alright
[Verse 2]
Damned if I do (Shit), damned if I don't (Uh)
I'm passing up on bad hoes
Tryna be the man that she want, what she want?
What, what she want from a nigga?
To put a ring on it, uh
Got a bitch on my dick right now
And she just wanna sing on it, oh, huh
Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh
I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie
Dancehall vibe with my pants on fire
'Cause I told her I was 'sleep, 'cause I
Creep with this pretty young thing that I cho'
'Cause she could be doing the same thing, I suppo'
[Verse 3]
Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up"
Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up
Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up"
Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up
Rest in peace to Aaliyah
Rest in peace to Left Eye (Left Eye)
Michael Jackson, I'll see ya
Just as soon as I die (I die)
[Bridge]
Got me up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh
I be up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
Got me up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh
I be up so high
Try and get a piece of that apple pie
[Chorus]
Well, alright, oh, I, oh, I, I, I
I can't be what you want from me, well, alright
Oh, I, oh, I, I, I
I can't be what you want from me, well, alright
[Outro]
Run away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Run away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Run away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Run away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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She Knows
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J. Cole
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[Chorus 1]
Got me up all night
All I'm singin' is love songs
She got me up all night
Constant drinkin' and love songs
She got me up all night
Down-and-out with these love songs
She got me up all night
Drownin' out with these love songs
She got me up all night (Yeah)
All I'm singin' is love songs
She got me up all night (Yeah)
Constant drinkin' and love songs
She got me up all night (Yeah)
Down-and-out with these love songs
She got me open all night (Uh-huh)
Got me open all night, hey
[Verse 1]
Okay, back when I was sleeping in my mama crib
Or even back when I was up there in Mohammed crib
Paying seventeen hundred for the rent, money well spent
No heater, but a nigga made heat, may I vent?
Had a thing for ya, even wrote the song "Dreams" for ya
‘Cause I had dreams for ya, thoughts of a ring for ya
Childish shit, you know child and shit
Anonymous flowers sent, you know coward shit
Now a nigga signed to Hov, took a power trip
Back home, I'm grown now, and the city's my throne now, huh
The same clubs that I used to get tossed out
Life got Kriss Kross'd: totally crossed out
‘Cause now I'm in this bitch and I'm totally bossed out
Old chicks crying ‘cause they know that they lost out
But I'm still on you, I'm still on you
My drink spill on me, while I feel on you, I'm sayin'—
[Pre-Chorus]
Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?
Baby, I want you to want me
Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?
Baby, I want ya
[Chorus 2]
And we are, we are, we are
Got me up all night
And we are, we are, we are
All I'm singin' is love songs
And we are, we are, we are
Got me up all night
And we are, we are, we are (She got me)
And we are, we are, we are (She got me)
[Verse 2]
Well, this has got to be the longest crush ever
If I ever get to fuck it'd be the longest bust ever
Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever and
Fuck it, I'm on one, you feel me?
She on a power trip, she got me where she want a nigga
Wife'ing in the club, man, my homies gon' disown a nigga
Like, "Give me twenty dollars, dollars!"
Ass stupid, how you get to college, college?
I'm in your city and I'm wonderin' if you're home now
Went and found a man, but I'm hopin' you're alone now
Can't help but feeling like I dropped the ball, cliché
I used to pop up on you at the mall each day
Now, typically I kick game like Eastbay
But you got a nigga freeze-framed yelling: "Please play!"
For Pete's sake, homie, pull it together
Just fuck her one time and be through with forever, but—
[Pre-Chorus]
Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?
Baby, I want you to want me
Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?
Baby, I want ya, yeah
[Chorus 1]
Got me up all night (All night)
All I'm singin' is love songs
She got me up all night (All night)
Constant drinkin' and love songs
She got me up all night (All night)
Down-and-out with these love songs
She got me up all night (All night)
Drownin' out with these love songs
She got me up all night (Yeah)
All I'm singin' is love songs
She got me up all night (Yeah)
Constant drinkin' and love songs
She got me up all night (Yeah)
Down-and-out with these love songs
She got me open all night (Uh-huh)
Got me open all night, hey
[Outro]
Back when I was sleeping in my mama crib
*Space Bar Tap*
[Produced by J. Cole]
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Power Trip
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
Cole
Cole world
Yeah
Let me take y'all back, man
As I do so well
Wadn't nuttin' like that
Man, it wadn't nuttin' like that
[Verse 1]
First time, she was in my math class (Uh-huh)
Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass
Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes
The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes
It started off so innocent
She had a vibe and a nigga started diggin' it, uh
I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool
But a nigga couldn't wait to get to school, ‘cause when I seen
Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her
Got me daydreamin', man, what
I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it
Make it hard for me to stand up, as time goes by
Attractions gettin' deep and
Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad
And I ain't never been obsessed before
She wrote a note that said, "You ever had sex before?" Damn…
[Chorus]
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
[Verse 2]
I wrote back and said
"Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin'
I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin'
But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son
Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one, but
She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me
"Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me
My mama gone for the weekend
So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'."
That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'
Baby, you done woke my lil' man up
I'm thinkin' how that body look naked when you layin' on the bed
Teacher, please, don't make me stand up, I wrote back like
"Yeah, baby, sound like a plan."
Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man
But I was scared to death, my nigga, my stomach turnin'
Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck
[Verse 3]
Yeah, you know that feelin' when you
Know you finna bone for the first time?
I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time
I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit'
And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick"
I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right
Practice puttin' condoms on—how it go? Right
I'm in her crib, now a nigga palm sweatin'
With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection
That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin'
And a nigga roll over on top and then she
Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin'
On me, ooh girl, don't stop, it's time for action
Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced
But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said
"I wanna get somethin' off my mental
I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"
[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
[Produced by J. Cole]
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Wet Dreamz
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J. Cole
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[Chorus]
Even though I—
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
[Verse 1]
They tell me I should fix my grill 'cause I got money now
I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it
A perfect smile is more appealing, but it's funny how
My shit is crooked—look at how far I done got without it!
I keep my twisted grill, just to show the kids it's real
We ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture still
I got smart, I got rich and I got bitches still
And they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell
Love yourself, girl, or nobody will
Though you a woman I don't know how you deal
With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels
I feel for you, killin' yourself to find a man that'll kill for you
You wake up, put makeup on
Stare in the mirror, but it's clear that you can't face what's wrong
No need to fix what God already put his paintbrush on
Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?!"
What it's like to have a crooked smile
[Chorus]
Even though I—
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down (This crooked smile)
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard, my darling
You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling
You keep falling victim 'cause you're insecure
And when I tell you that you're beautiful, you can't be sure
'Cause he don't seem to want you back and it's got you askin'
So all you see is what you lackin', not what you packin'
Take it from a man that loves what you got
And baby girl, you a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not
Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair
Is it real? If it's not, girl, you don't care
'Cause what's real is somethin' that the eyes can't see
That the hands can't touch, that them broads can't be
And that's you, never let 'em see your frown
And if you need a friend to pick you up, I'll be around
And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud
I can tell you ain't laughed in a while
But I wanna see that crooked smile
[Post-Chorus]
We got the crooked smile, we can style on 'em
Back round, crooked smile, we can style on 'em
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
[Verse 3]
We don't look nothin' like the people on the screen
You know, the movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens
But we got dreams and we got the right to chase 'em
Look at the nation
That's a crooked smile braces couldn't even straighten
Seem like half the race is either on probation or in jail
Wonder why we inhale, 'cause we in Hell already
I ask: If my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele?
But one more time for the 'Ville
And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga, let's make a mil'
Hey officer man, we don't want nobody gettin' killed
Just open up that cell, let my brother outta jail
I got money for the bail now, and well now
If you askin' will I tell now—ayy, hell nah
I ain't snitchin' 'cause, man, they get them niggas stitches now
If you was around then you wouldn't need a witness now
How you like this crooked smile?
[Chorus]
Even though I—
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down (That crooked smile)
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
[Ad-Libs]
[Outro]
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
Back round
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
Back round
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
Round
[Music Video]
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Crooked Smile
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
You good, T-Minus?
[Refrain]
Niggas been countin' me out
I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’ my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin’ ’em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
[Verse 1]
I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit
It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
I hope you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Refrain]
Niggas been countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
[Chorus]
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
I'm dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak
Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord, we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted self-image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga
[Outro]
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
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MIDDLE CHILD
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
Hm, love yours
Hm, love yours
No such thing
[Chorus]
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours)
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
No such thing, no such thing
[Post-Chorus]
Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive ('Live, 'live, 'live)
Fake niggas mad, snakes
Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived ('Rived, rived, rived)
Don't be sleepin' on your level
'Cause it's beauty in the struggle, nigga (Beauty, beauty)
Goes for all y'all (Nah, nah)
It's beauty in the struggle, nigga (Beauty, beauty)
Let me explain, yeah
[Verse 1]
It's beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success
Hear my words and listen to my signal of distress
I grew up in the city and know sometimes we had less
Compared to some my niggas down the block, man, we were blessed
And life can't be no fairy tale, no once upon a time
But I be goddamned if a nigga don't be tryin'
So tell me, Momma please, why you be drinking all the time?
Does all the pain he brought you still linger in your mind?
'Cause pain still lingers on mine
On the road to riches, listen, this is what you'll find
The good news is, nigga, you came a long way
The bad news is, nigga, you went the wrong way
Think being broke was better
[Chorus]
No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Ha)
No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Think being broke was better)
No such thing as a life that's better than yours
(Think being broke was better, yeah) No such thing, no such thing
[Verse 2]
For what's money without happiness?
Or hard times without the people you love?
Though I'm not sure what's 'bout to happen next
I ask for strength from the Lord (Man) up above
'Cause I been strong so far, but I can feel my grip loosenin'
Quick, do somethin' before you lose it for good, get it back and use it for good
And touch the people how you did like before
I'm tired of livin' with demons 'cause they always invitin' more
Think being broke was better, now I don't mean that phrase with no disrespect
To all my niggas out there livin' in debt
Cashin' minimal checks, turn on the TV, see a nigga Rolex
And fantasize about a life with no stress
I mean this shit sincerely, and as a nigga who was once in your shoes
Livin' with nothin' to lose, I hope one day you hear me
Always gon' be a bigger house somewhere, but nigga, feel me
Long as the people in that motherfucker love you dearly
Always gon' be a whip that's better than the one you got
Always gon' be some clothes that's fresher than the ones you rock
Always gon' be a bitch that's badder out there on the tours
But you ain't never gon' be happy 'til you love yours
[Chorus]
No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours)
No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours)
No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours)
No such thing, no such thing
[Post-Chorus]
Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive ('Live, 'live, 'live)
Fake niggas mad, snakes
Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived ('Rived, rived, rived)
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Love Yourz
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
Huh, ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
[Verse 1]
Sometimes you worry 'bout the things he can provide for ya
Whenever you around I seem to come alive for ya
I finally recognize the feelings that's inside for ya
Although I know your man and trust me he would die for ya
These quiet thoughts of you been going on for years now
I saw you in the party, soft lips, soft-spoken
I came to talk to you but homie interfered now
He introduced you as his girl and I was heartbroken
Some people talk about that love at first sight shit
To keep it real I don't know whether I believe it's true
But if it is then tell me if I'm wrong or right if
I fell in love with you before I ever even knew
I catch your eye then look away as if it never happened
At times I feel as though I'm caught up in a strange dream
If eyes could talk then mines would tell ya that I'm feeling you (Feeling you)
Sometimes I swear your eyes be telling me the same thing
[Pre-Chorus]
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream), hm
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream (Bigger dreams), hm, listen
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream)
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream, bigger dreams, listen
[Chorus]
Club jumping, don't stop, off top
But you know we only go 'til 2 o'clock
Put yo' motherfuckin' hood up, it's the weekend
Drop that, back that ass up and bitches get to freaking
Last call at the bar, ladies get a drink, nigga get some balls
Ain't no telling you gon' see that bitch tomorrow
Stop holding up the wall waiting for the right song
Better holla 'cause you know they 'bout to cut the lights on
[Verse 2]
And put my number in it—
Huh, I'm staring at you from afar
I'm wondering 'bout you, like where you from and who you are
'Cause you a star, no, not the type that snort the white lines
I mean the type that light the night time
I heard you got a man, but who in their right mind letting you out the house alone?
Tell me is your house a home?
Why you in the club looking like you out to zone?
Now be discreet and pull out your phone and put my number in it
Text a nigga when your man leave you unattended
On a scale from 1 to 10 that girl's a hundred and I want it
No question, I know destiny well
And though I sin the Lord blessing me still
Every saint got a past, every sinner got a future
Every loser gotta win and every winner gotta lose someday
They say it's just a matter of time
And if I had my way then you would be mine, huh
[Pre-Chorus]
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream), yeah
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream (Bigger dreams), hm, listen
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dreams (Bigger dream)
She fuck with small-town niggas, I got bigger dream, bigger dreams
[Bridge]
I know you were made for me but
Darling don't you wait for me 'cause
I can see the promised land but
I can't do no promising and
I know you were made for me but
Darling don't you wait for me 'cause
I can see the promised land but
I can't do no promising
[Outro]
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
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Deja Vu
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J. Cole
|
[Intro]
Hollywood Cole, go
Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole, go
My nigga done went Hollywood
[Verse 1]
You wanna know just where I'm at?
Well, let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
But let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back
Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it
Man, fuck them niggas, I come back
Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it:
Heads up, e'rybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said" (Uh-huh)
Go and pop the trunk and now e'rybody dead
E'rybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better (Better)
All my bitches the pick of the litter (Yeah), never bitter
Niggas is fake, they anime
Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake (Cake), uh
Fuck good, nigga, we demand great (Great)
Order Domino then she take off all her cloth'
Nigga, you know how it go, make the pizza man wait (Hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!)
The best-kept secret
Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
[Refrain]
I said, to the window, to the wall (To the wall)
My nigga ride when I call (I call)
Got bitches all on my mind (My mind)
Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine)
I know the reason you feel a lil' way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day I thank the Man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Chorus]
Get off my dick
Woah (Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick
Woah (Get the fuck off my dick, nigga)
Get off my dick (Bitch)
Woah (Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick
Woah
[Bridge]
Man, fuck them niggas, I come home
And I don't tell nobody
They gettin' temporary dough
And I don't tell nobody
Lord, will you tell me if I changed?
I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine
And I won't tell nobody
[Interlude]
This is the part that the thugs skip!
[Verse 2]
Young nigga never had love, you know
Foot massage, back rub shit
Blowin' bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is until I met you
Together we done watched years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' 'bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come through, the break-up
Get to know somebody and you really learn
A lot about 'em, won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you're better off without 'em
Then in time, you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em, it's called love
Niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
(No more), no more
It's called love
Niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
(Nigga, don't sing about this shit, nigga)
But e'ry nigga in the club singin'
[Refrain]
To the window, to the wall (To the wall)
My nigga ride when I call (I call)
Got bitches all on my mind (My mind)
Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine)
I know the reason you feel a lil' way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day I thank the Man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Bridge]
Get off my dick
But e'ry nigga in the club singin'
Singin' this song, yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singin'
Singin' this song, yeah
And all the mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song, yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
This song, yeah, song, yeah
Song, yeah, song-song, yeah
[Verse 3]
The make up
This shit is retarded
Goddamn
Why every rich Black nigga gotta be famous?
Why every broke Black nigga gotta be brainless?
Uh, that's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights, here's a scenario:
Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show
Yeah, fuck nigga, I'm very sure
Heh
Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out
When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South
When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West
You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out
Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for e'rybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
[Produced by J. Cole]
[Directed by Lawrence Lamont]
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G.O.M.D.
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J. Cole
|
[Intro]
Oh, right, oh
Oh, why, na-da-da-da, da, ah
[Chorus]
I keep my head high, uh
I got my wings to carry me
I don't know freedom, uh
I want my dreams to rescue me
I keep my faith strong, uh
I ask the Lord to follow me
I've been unfaithful, uh
I don't know why you call on me
[Verse 1]
This is my canvas (Yeah, my canvas)
I'ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I (Paint it)
This is my canvas
I'ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it nigga
Fuck you 'cause there, there is no right or wrong, only a song
I like to write alone, be in my zone
Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
But the only thing like home I've ever known
Until they snatched it from my mama
And foreclosed her on the loan
I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
I was up in New York City chasing panties, getting dome
Had no clue what you was going through
How could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish? I know I can be so selfish
I could tell by how I treat you with my girl, damn, she so selfless
But she put up with my ways because she loves me like you do
And though it don't always show, I love her just like I love you, and
I need to treat you better
Wish you could live forever
So we could spend more time together, uh
I love you mama, uh
[Post-Chorus]
E-e-eee, e-e, apparently (Uh)
You believe in me, huh, you believe in me
E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh, I
[Verse 2]
Another day, another rhyme, ho
Another day, another time zone
Today, I woke up feeling horny so it's only right, I got two bitches playing on my trombone
Keep up, never sure where the words would take me
Niggas eat 'em up and regurgitate me
Shit trump tight never slurred it lazy
Give a virgin the urge to rape me, nigga please
Best friends really make great for enemies
My watch came, niggas can't wait for one of these
I see you, nigga, this ain't no Rolex, it's an AP, nigga
I'm hot, dog, catch up to me, nigga— huh, couldn't resist
Aim for the stars and I shouldn't have missed
But I was riding on fumes, so I stopped by the moon
Now I'm sitting on the hood of this bitch
Like, "Thanks for the view," waiting on thanks from a few
'Cause without me you wouldn't exist
You know that shit, gave you the blueprint, don't forget
Cole is your phone on zero percent
Going off, now niggas showing off
Niggas swear they hard, but they flowing soft
I'm taking off like "boing!" on a big ass Boeing, and getting head like a coin toss, too easy
[Post-Chorus]
E-e-eee, e-e, apparently (Huh)
You believe in me, you believe in me, huh
E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh I
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Apparently
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J. Cole
|
[Pre-Chorus]
She my number one, I don't need nothing on the side
Said that I was done for good and don't want no more lies
But my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line
I stare at the screen a while before I press decline
But she plants a seed and it still lingers in my mind
Told myself I'm strong enough to shake it and I'm trying
But I'm only human, I know loving you's a crime
If I take this cookie now one day I'll do the time
[Chorus]
Slip me a xanny at once (somebody)
I got the earth in a blunt (smoke)
I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!)
I get to skrrt when I want (skrrt!)
Due to the money aroma (somebody)
My girl she got a diploma (smoke)
She got wife written all over
She got wife written all over
[Verse 1]
All a nigga know is how to fuck a good thing up
Run from the pain, sip lean, smoke tree up
When I'm in your town press pound hit me up
When I'm in your town press pound hit me up
Only if you down and you slurp good D up
If the work good I'll be back for the re-up
Hate when I creep and the phone wake me up
Fake like I'm sleep knowing damn well I be up
Monkey on my back and I walk a hundred miles
Guilt make a nigga feel fake when he smile
Love get confused in the mind of a child
'Cause love wouldn't lie like I lie and it's wild
Wanna have my cake and another cake too
Even if the baker don't bake like you
Even when the flavor don't taste like you
So I'm back mobbing with the late night crew
All in your mind with fears that would come true
The back of my mind, the back of my mind was you
Wishing that I could blind myself from view
And only have eyes, and only have eyes for you
[Chorus]
Slip me a xanny at once (somebody)
I got the earth in a blunt (smoke)
I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!)
I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!)
Due to the money aroma (somebody)
My girl she got a diploma (smoke)
She got wife written all over
She got wife written all over
[Bridge]
I'm a fake nigga and it's never been clearer
Can't see myself when I look in the mirror
Can't see myself when I look in the mirror
Can't see myself when I look in the mirror
I'm a fake nigga and it's never been clearer
Can't see myself when I look in the mirror
Can't see myself when I look in the mirror
Can't see myself when I look in the mirror
[Pre-Chorus]
She my number one I don't need nothing on the side
Said that I was done for good and don't want no more lies
But my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line
I stare at the screen a while before I press decline
But she plants a seed and it still lingers in my mind
Told myself I'm strong enough to shake it and I'm trying
But I'm only human, I know loving you's a crime
If I take this cookie now one day I'll do the time
[Verse 2]
I love her, I don't want to lose her
I'm selfish, I know that I use her
My ego get stroked and I bruise her
My ego get stroked and I bruise her
My actions I know they confusin'
At home I look happy as usual
On the road I'm a mack, I'm a chooser
I'm a addict, I'm maskin' that
Kevin's Heart
[Outro]
They tell me "What's done in the dark
Will find a way to shine"
I done did so much that when you see you might go blind
What's done in the dark will always find a way to shine
I done did so much that when you see you might go blind
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Kevin’s Heart
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J. Cole
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[Produced by J. Cole & Vinylz]
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Nigga, why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for you, either way it go
Tell me, girl, why you be stressin' me for time? (Time, time, time, time, time, time)
When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb?
Damn, my nigga, why you actin' like a bitch? (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich?
Come here, baby, why you always insecure? ('Cure, cure, cure, cure, cure, cure)
Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ain't a way around it no more, I am the greatest
A lotta niggas sat on the throne, I am the latest
I am the bravest, go toe to toe with the giants
I ain't afraid of you niggas, I'll end up fadin' you niggas
'Fore it's all said and done, this nigga need medicine
My Uzi, it weighed a ton, I need me a better gun
In fact I just might need two, 'cause niggas say they the one
And I got somethin' to prove
Forgive me, Lord, here they come, blaow
[Verse 2]
My inhibition's fightin' my intuition
Premature premonition, showin' me the demolition
Of these phony niggas, so ahead of my time
Even when I rhyme about the future I be reminiscin'
You want the truth? Well, come and listen
I'm like that time you bagged a dime and checked your phone and saw it was a number missin'
As fate passes you by, half of you try
The other half of you fried, too high to actually fly
One day y'all have to decide, who you gon' be
A scary nigga or a nigga that's gon' rule like me
Keep it true like me, Cole, you might be
Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T
Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee
Meets Bruce like Wayne, meets Bruce like Lee
Meets '02 Lil Wayne, in a new white tee
Meets KD, ain't no nigga that can shoot like me, blaow
[Bridge]
(Who's the king?)
Came from the bottom, nigga, with stains on my shirt
What you expected from me, I came from the dirt (Who's the king?)
Money my motivator, the songs that I sing
Picture a peasant passin' from pawn to a king
(Who's the king?)
You tell me you still love me, if so then let me go
Will I return or will I burn, never know (Who's the king?)
Look in my eyes and see the future
But don't sugar coat it (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Listen, history repeats itself and that's just how it goes
Same way that these rappers always bite each other's flows
Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with Rock 'n Roll
Justin Timberlake, Eminem and then Macklemore
While silly niggas argue over who gon' snatch the crown
Look around, my nigga, white people have snatched the sound
This year I'll prolly go to the awards dappered down
Watch Iggy win a Grammy as I try to crack a smile
I'm just playin', but all good jokes contain true shit
Same rope you climb up on, they hang you with
But not Jermaine, my aim too sick
I bang, nigga, I came to bring the pain my brain too quick
You see how I maneuver this game, I ain't stupid
I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid
And break the chains and change minds
One verse at a time, and claim 2-6
And fuck it, if the shoe fits, who's the king?
[Outro]
We all kings (We all kings, nigga)
Kings of ourselves first and foremost
(True)
While the people debate who's the king of this rap game (Hehehaha)
Here comes lil' ol' Jermaine
With every ounce of strength in his veins
To snatch the crown from whoever y'all think has it (True)
But rather than place it on his head as soon as he grabs it
Poof, boom, paow, it's like magic
With a flash and a bang, the crown disintegrates
And falls to the Earth from which it came
It's done
Ain't gon' be no more kings (Ain't gon' be no more kings)
Be wary of any man that claims
Because deep down he clings onto the need for power (Mm)
In reality he's a coward (Mm)
Ultimately he's scared to die
And sometimes so am I
But when I'm in tune with the most high
I realize, the fear lies in my lack of awareness of the other side (The other side, ayy)
Today I know that we are the same, are the same, you and I (Yessir)
Different kind of skin, different set of eyes
Two different minds, but only one God (It's only one God, nigga)
It's for all the kings (Uh)
'Cause I know deep down every poet just wanna be loved
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Fire Squad
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J. Cole
|
[Intro]
Yeah (For your eyes)
For your eyes only (For your eyes)
For your eyes only, for your eyes only
(For your eyes, for your eyes)
For your eyes only
[Verse 1]
Hey, niggas be dyin' on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long
The consequences deadly
Can't visualize myself as nothin' but a criminal
Control the block, servin' up rocks and stay subliminal
'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they lettin' off
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause
Ain't no comin' back, family dressed in black
Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a pack
And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressin' me
Like I ain't the one who put them Js on her feet
Like I ain't out in the field like that
I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back
Despite the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screamin', "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it, ain't got to be no psychic
To see this is like the farthest thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if it's wipin' toilets
But these felonies be makin' life the hardest
Resistin' the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet
Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike, and pawn it
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it
(For your eyes) For your eyes only
[Chorus]
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes only
[Verse 2]
You prolly grown now, so this song'll hit you
If you hearin' this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God but because you still alive
He got me prayin' that the spiritual is real
So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too
So I know how part of you feels
Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me
I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots
And fiends that smoke rocks
I've seen far too many niggas' hopes rot
I'm writin' this because me and the devil had a dance
Now I see death around the corner, 'pologizin' in advance
Don't know if I ever had a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushin' paraphernalia
But daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years
My pops shot up, drug-related, mama addicted
So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hangin'
Blood was stainin' the concrete
Older niggas I loved, talked like they was above
Maintainin' a timesheet, that's slow money
Picked up the family business, by the age of thirteen
Six years later was handed sentence
'Round the same time is when you came in this world
Me and your mama thinkin':
"What the fuck we namin' this girl?"
I told her, "Nina," the prettiest name that I could think of (Most prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen)
For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen, I was nineteen
Took me two felonies to see the trap this crooked-ass system set for me
And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be
The one that set examples that was never set for me
I'm livin' fast, but not fast enough
'Cause karma keeps on catchin' up to me
And if my past becomes the death of me
I hope you understand
[Chorus]
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand? (Hope you understand)
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand? (Hope you understand)
For your eyes, do you understand me?
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes only
[Verse 3]
It's several ways I could've went out, too many to count
Was it the trigger-happy crackers that the badges give clout?
Was it the young niggas, blastin' frustrated 'cause the cash runnin' out?
Niggas don't know how to act in a drought
See, baby girl, I realized my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit I learned in the streets was true
That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you
They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo
And if a real nigga hungry, he gon' eat your food
I was a fool, spent all my time duckin' school, duckin' cops
Duckin' rules, huggin' blocks that don't love you
I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views
Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you
Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops
And the cyclical nature of doin' time continues
My worst fear is one day that you come home from school
And see your father face while hearin' 'bout tragedy on news
I got the strangest feelin' your daddy gonna lose his life soon
And sadly if you're listenin' now it must mean it's true
But maybe there's a chance that it's not
And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels
And I can teach you this in person like I'm teachin' you to tie your own shoes
I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you
For your eyes only
[Chorus]
For your eyes, for your eyes only
For your eyes, for your eyes only
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes only
[Verse 4]
One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feelin'
What he'd been dealin' with lately, he wasn't tellin'
I tried to pick his brains, still, he wasn't revealin'
But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice
And it was chillin', he said:
"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children
I never asked for nothin', when times was hard
I never had discussions with you, beggin' you to help me
I dealt with the repercussions of my actions
I know you tried to steer me 'way from that shit
But that shit was in my blood, you know my life
I know your momma, nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to speak again
I won't forget the weekends spent sleepin' at your crib
That's the way I wished my family lived
But my granny crib was in the 'jects"
I had to interject like:
"Nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? Fuck is you gettin' at?"
He said, "Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions
But I been havin' premonitions
Just call it visions from the other side
I got a feelin' I won't see tomorrow
Like the time I'm livin' on is borrowed
With that said, the only thing I'm proud to say, I was a father
Write my story down, and if I pass
Go play it for my daughter when she ready"
And so I'm leavin' you this record, for your eyes only
Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it
This perspective is a real one, another lost 'Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in this nation
That sent your pops to prison when he needed education
Sometimes I think that segregation would've done us better
Although I know that means that I would never
Be brought into this world 'cause my daddy was so thrilled
When he found him a white girl to take back to Jonesboro
With lil' Zach and Cole World, barely one years old
Now it's thirty years later, makin' sure this story's told
Girl, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold
Not because he was the first to get some pussy, twelve years old
Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues
Not because he went from baggin' up them grams to servin' O's
Nah, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was hard
Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars
Not because he screamed, "Fuck the law"
Although that was true
Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you
For your eyes only
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4 Your Eyez Only
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J. Cole
|
[Intro]
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
[Chorus]
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
[Verse 1]
Wow, niggas been crampin' my style
Blowin' my high, they want a reply
The number one question is, "How?"
How does it feel now that you on?
How much you worth? How big is your home?
How come you won't get a few features?
I think you should? How 'bout I don't?
How 'bout you just get the fuck off my dick?
How 'bout you listen and never forget?
Only gon' say this one time, then I'll dip
Niggas ain't worthy to be on my shit
Haven't you heard? I'm as cold as the tip
Tip of the iceberg that tipped the Titanic
No tip-toein' around it, my shit is gigantic
As big as the fuckin' Atlantic, I'm lit, bitch
[Verse 2]
How I grew up, only few would've loved
'Member I got my first view of the blood
I'm hangin' out and they shoot up the club
My homie got pharmaceutical plug
I smoke the drug and it run through my vein
I think it's workin', it's numbin' the pain
Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane
Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane
Yeah, at this shit daily, sipped so much Actavis
I convinced Actavis that they should pay me
If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby
If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby
Platinum wrist ridin' in back like Miss Daisy
Platinum disc and I own masters, bitch, pay me
Y'all niggas trappin' so lack-sical-daisy
My nigga sell crack like it's back in the '80s
Know a young nigga, he actin' so crazy
He serve a few packs and he jack a Mercedes
He shoot at the police, he clap at old ladies
He don't give a fuck if them crackers gon' hang him
Bitches been askin', "What have you done lately?"
I stacked a few M's like my last name was Shady
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me
[Outro]
Power, greed
Money, Molly, weed
Percs, Xannys, lean, fame
And the strongest drug of them all
And the strongest drug of them all
Love
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KOD
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J. Cole
|
1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Joke's on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music that they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of 'em dissed me, I'm surprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya
See if I can paint for you the large picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin black
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit that made you blow up
Now your show's lookin' light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your shit flop
In five years, you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga
|
1985
|
J. Cole
|
[Intro]
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin' again
'pologize if I'm harpin' again
I know these things happen often
But I'm back on the scene
I was lost in a dream
As I write this, the team down in Austin
I been buildin' me a house
Back home in the South, ma
Won't believe what it's costin'
And it's fit for a king, right?
Or a nigga that could sing
And explain all the pain that it cost him
My sixteen should've came with a coffin
Fuck the fame and the fortune
Well, maybe not the fortune
But one thing is for sure though
The fame is exhaustin'
That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that's recruited highly
Thinkin' "You do you and I do me"
Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard
Thankful that they friend's a platinum star
In the driveway there's no rapper cars
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure
We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
To be the star you always knew you were
Wait, I think police is at the door
[Chorus]
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
The neighbors think I'm—neighbors think I'm—
(Don't follow me, don't follow me...)
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
(Don't follow me, don't follow me...)
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Well, motherfucker, I am
[Verse 2]
Some things you can't escape:
Death, taxes, and a ra-
-cist society that make
Every nigga feel like a candidate
For a Trayvon kinda fate
Even when your crib sit on a lake
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
Even when the president jam your tape
Took a little break just to annotate
How I feel, damn, it's late
I can't sleep cause I'm paranoid
Black in a white man territory
Cops bust in with the army guns
No evidence of the harm we done
Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang
Only time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn
[Bridge]
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
[Chorus]
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
The neighbors think I'm...neighbors think I'm—
(Don't follow me, don't follow me...)
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
(Don't follow me, don't follow me...)
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Well motherfucker, I am
[Outro]
I am, I am, I am, I am
Well, motherfucker, I am
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
I am, I am, I am
Well, motherfucker, I am
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinkin'
I'm movin' back to south side
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinkin'
I'm movin' back to south side
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Neighbors
|
J. Cole
|
[Produced by Vinylz]
[Intro]
Uh
[Verse 1]
Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich
Look at me, my nigga
Fantasize about a white picket fence
With some trees, my nigga
Used to want a Pathfinder with some tints
That's all I need, my nigga
Throw some 20's on that bitch and get it rinsed
But now I see, my nigga
That the world's a lot bigger ever since
Picked up the paper
And they say my nigga Eddie caught a body, I'm convinced
Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push 'em to the limits
Fuck being timid in the Civic
Politicin' with the pushers and the pimps
I'm tryna write a story, can I get a glimpse?
Yeah, can I get a glimpse?
[Chorus 1]
Last night I had a bad dream (Bad dream, bad dream)
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing? (Bad thing, bad thing)
They robbin' niggas on the daily
Can you blame a nigga that ain't never had things?
(What's the value of a thing?) Guess not
Last night they pulled up on my nigga at the light like—
Ugh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
[Bridge]
Small town nigga, Hollywood dreams
I know that everything that glitters ain't gold
I know the shit ain't always good as it seems
But tell me 'til you get it how could you know?
How could you know? (How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know?)
How could you know? (How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know?)
[Verse 2]
Listen up, I'm 'bout to go and get rich
Fuck with me, my nigga
We gon' circle 'round the Ville and hit a lick
Cop some trees, my nigga
And some powder, bag it up and make it flip
You gon' see, my nigga
One day we gon' graduate and cop a brick
And that's the key, my nigga
Listen up, I'm 'bout to go and get rich
Stand back and watch if you want to, nigga
Me, I want my pockets fat, a badder bitch
Tired of seein' niggas flaunt, I wanna flaunt too, nigga
Watch some rollers in a fuckin' Crown Vic
Tryna lock a nigga up, that's what they won't do, nigga
Wanna know a funny thing about this shit?
Even if you let 'em kill your dream
It'll haunt you, nigga, haunt you
[Chorus 2]
Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?
I look around like—
Do you wanna be another nigga, that ain't never had things? (What's the value of a thing?)
Guess not
Last night we pulled up on a nigga at the light like
(You know what the fuck it is, nigga, run that shit right now)
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
[Outro]
Father forgive me for my childish ways
I look outside and all the clouds are gray
I need your hands to take me miles away
Your wish is my command, my command, my command
But before you go I've got to warn you now
Whatever goes up surely must come down
And you'll get your piece, but know peace won't be found
So why just take me man, take me man, take me man
Your wish is my command, my command, my command
|
A Tale of 2 Citiez
|
J. Cole
|
[Produced by J. Cole]
[Chorus]
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip
Lil' sip, took a lil' sip
Took a lil' sip, t-took a lil', took a lil', took a lil' sip
[Verse 1]
Ayo, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Where niggas hold TECs like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect
To sip juice from the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book thicker than the Old Testament
Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee the finisher
Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple
Slick with words don't hate me, son
What you eat don't make me shit and who you fuck don't make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
'Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together Cole here forever
[Chorus]
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip
[Post-Chorus]
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
[Verse 2]
Take a seat baby girl you've been all in my mind
I know I ain't called gotta pardon my grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
'Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine
And that's why you all on my mind
All on my line like caller number nine
'Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-seven
Way before Mase was a reverend
I was a young nigga making A's at 11
Or 12, trying to get a taste of the Heaven
Or Hell, only time gon' tell
Fuck her while her mama home, "baby, don't yell"
How many records do a nigga gotta sell
Just to get the cover of the XXL
Or Fader, fuck your magazine hater
When I say that I'm the greatest I ain't talking about later
I'ma drop the album same day as Kanye
Just to show the Boyz the man now like Wanyá
And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends
But this what's next, the boy sick, can't disinfect
Life's a bitch and her pussy's wet
My clip is loaded and this is the kiss of... death
Blaow
[Chorus]
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip
[Outro]
Don't shit last, don't shit last and you know that
Went to hell, got hot didn't melt
The only man above me is God himself
All these other niggas is below me
Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi
What up Queens
Cole is the King and you know that
Started with a dollar and a dream, and you know that
Never give a bird bitch a ring, you should know that
Bitch, bitch
That should be my new ad lib (bitch)
I got a new one. I finally got a cool ad lib
Be at all the shows everybody be like, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Or you can do the low cool shit, bitch
[Outro Skit]
Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go
Yeah pull over right here, to the right
Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over
Ight, look look, park right here
I'ma be out it'll be like thirty minutes tops
It'll be like thirty minutes, I'll be right back out, ight
Bitches come and go, bitches come and
Yo, yo what up, what's popping, I'm back, I'm back
Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece
Nah the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some
What's, what the fuck is that platinum
Is that? What's that chain right there
Is that-ss-ss white gold, that's platinum
Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again, niggas doing, niggas ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make
Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas
Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch
|
Forbidden Fruit
|
J. Cole
|
[Produced by Willie B]
[Intro]
La la la
La la la la la
La la la (Yeah)
La la la la la (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
I grew up, a fucking screw up, tie my shoe up
Wish they was newer, damn, need something newer
In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her
I wish I wasn't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly
I wish that I could tell her how I really feel inside
That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie
She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy
Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side
On the bench, 'cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly
I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' 'bout that now
Fast forward four years or so from now, I'll probably cry
When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry
'Cause I'm tryna stay alive, in the city where too many niggas die
Dreamin' quiet trying to dodge a suit and tie
Who am I? (La la la)
Ayy, who am I? (La la la la la, yeah)
[Chorus]
Things change, rearrange and so do I
It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie
I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold
I might bend a little bit but I don't fold
One time for my mind and two for yours
I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul
If you see my tears fall, just let me be
Move along, nothing to see
[Verse 2]
I always did shit the hard way
My nigga
[inaudible]
slangin' in the hallway
Burnt CDs and trees like this was Broadway
Times Square, kept the dimes there in the locker
Some Reggie Miller with more brown hairs than Chewbacca
Whispers that he got it for the low-low, sell a
Dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better
Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that?
He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back
I peeped game, got home snatched my mama keychain
Took her whip, the appeal, too ill to refrain
I hit the boulevard, pull up to my nigga front do'
His mama at home, she still let 'em hit the blunt though
I told her, "Hello", and sat with my nigga and laughed
And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class
I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash
And just asked, "What a nigga gotta do to get that?
Put me on," he just laughed when he seen I was sure
17 years breathing, his demeanor said more
He told me, "Nigga, you know how you sound right now?
If you wasn't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now
Listen, you everything I wanna be, that's why I fucks with you
So how you looking up to me when I look up to you?
You 'bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices:
Either graduate to weight or selling number two
For what? A hundred bucks or two a week?
Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me?
I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us
If they ain't want us, why the fuck they never wore rubbers?"
I felt ashamed to have ever complained
About my lack of gear and thought about how far we done came
From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky
Thank you mama, dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry
You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted
I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed
Nah, I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly
And show old girl what she missing, the illest nigga alive
Ayy, who am I?
[Chorus]
Things change, rearrange and so do I (Ayy, who am I?)
It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie (Who am I?)
I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold
I might bend a little bit but I don't fold
One time for my mind and two for yours
I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul
If you see my tears fall, just let me be
Move along, nothing to see
[Outro]
I never felt better
|
03' Adolescence
|
J. Cole
|
[Intro]
I want to see you work out for me, work out for me
[Chorus]
Ayy, we've got a good thing
Don’t know if I’ma see you again
But is that a good thing?
'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am
I know what's on your brain
You probably hoped it never would end
Like, “Is it the real thing
Or is it just a one-night stand?”
Well then
[Post-Chorus]
Let me see you get high, then go low
Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor?
I’m here for one night, how far will you go?
I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me)
High, then go low
Now, girl, won't you drop that thing down to the floor?
I’m here for one night, how far will you go?
I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me)
[Verse 1]
She like them boys with the big ol' chains
Ridin' around town in a big ol' Range
I knew her when I rocked big ol' jeans
Now the little nigga doin' big ol' thangs
Would you look at that? I came back for her
Just to give it to ya, like you asked for it
Man, that thing in them jeans too fat for her
Rebounds so I caught her off the backboard
I told her: “Baby girl, come here
Know I run the town even when I ain't from there.”
And I brag hardly, but just to show up at this party
I made what yo' nigga make in one year
That's unfair, but so is life, take a chance, roll the dice
Money can’t buy you love, 'cause it’s overpriced
Don’t overthink, just hope it's right
I’m only here for the night
[Verse 2]
Carolina Blue kicks, fresh on the scene
Hottest nigga on the block
Damn, girl, you're mean
They be startin' shit, but it’s yo' world
On my Martin shit: “You go, girl!”
She bad and she know it
Some niggas save hoes, I’m not that heroic
Could you be my escort?
'Cause just like them two door Fords
Damn, they don’t make 'em like you no more
Cole World, real Cole World
Them boys cool—me, I’m on fire
Know what's on my mind
Tryna see what's on yours tonight, tonight, tonight
Move slow, 'cause you wanna live fast
Up late so you'll probably skip class
Life is a test so before the night pass, get right, get right
[Chorus]
Ayy, we've got a good thing
Don’t know if I’ma see you again
But is that a good thing?
'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am
I know what's on your brain
You probably hoped it never would end
Like, “Is it the real thing
Or is it just a one-night stand?”
Well then (Cole World)
[Bridge]
Straight up, now tell me
Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh)
Or is it just a hit-and-run?
(Well, hey) Straight up, I tell ya
I just really wanna cut when we together (Oh oh oh)
Come here, girl, let's get it on!
(Work out for me)
Straight up, now tell me
Do you really wanna love me forever? (Oh oh oh)
Or is it just a hit-and-run?
Well straight up, I tell ya
I just really wanna cut when we together (Oh oh oh)
Come here, girl, let's get it on!
[Outro]
(Work out for me, work out for me)
|
Work Out
|
J. Cole
|
[Intro]
Boy, ooh
My intuition is telling me there'll be better days, yeah (Mmm, mmm)
My intuition is telling me there'll be better days
I like this tone (Ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, my intuition is telling me there'll be better days
I sit in silence and find whenever I meditate
My fears alleviate, my tears evaporate (Mmm)
My faith don't deviate, ideas don't have a date
But see, I'm growing and getting stronger with every breath (Mmm)
Bringing me closer to Heaven's doors with every step (Mmm)
As we speak, I'm at peace, no longer scared to die
Most niggas don't believe in God and so they terrified
It's either that or they be fearing they gon' go to Hell
Asking the Father for forgiveness got 'em overwhelmed
(Mmm, "Please, God, I want to go to Heaven")
As if He's spiteful like them white folks that control the jail (Mmm)
See, I believe if God is real, He'd never judge a man
Because He knows us all and therefore He would understand (Mmm)
The ignorance that make a nigga take his brother life
The bitterness and pain that got him beating on his wife (Mmm), like
[Chorus]
I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide
But the only real change come from inside
But the only real change come from inside
But the only real change come from— (Ooh)
In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry
But the only real change come from inside
But the only real change come from inside
But the only real change come from— (Ooh, oh, woah)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, my
Chosen religion, Jesus piece frozen from sinnin'
Doin' dirt, hoping to God, He know my intentions (Mmm)
To see a million 'fore I see a casket
I got a baby on the way, know he gon' be a bastard (Mmm)
I'm living fast like I'm in a drag race, how that cash taste
When I was a senior, I was ballin' on my classmates (Mmm)
Niggas put three bullets in my car, one hit the gas tank
Know I got a angel, 'cause I'm supposed to have a halo (Mmm)
Right now, my lifestyle destined for a federal facility
For my ability to make them birds fly (Mmm)
Fiends wan' get higher than a bird's eye view
And who am I to tell a nigga what to do? I just supply
It's economics, my business ain't got the suit and tie (Oh, wait)
Keep a pistol at all times, niggas want what's mine (Oh, wait)
I can't oblige, dawg, I work too hard
So reach for it, get referred to God, I'm going hard, nigga, huh (Mmm)
[Chorus]
I know you desperate for a change, let the pen glide
But the only real change come from inside
But the only real change come from inside
But the only real change come from— (Oh, hey)
In cemeteries or in chains I see men cry
But the only real change come from inside (Come from the inside)
But the only real change come from inside
But the only real change come from— (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one
Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles
Can I ball, become a star, and remain myself?
If I fall, dust it off and regain myself
Fuck them all, they don't know all the pain I felt
I'm in awe, after all the fame I felt, I evolved (Ooh)
I no longer bury demons
I be a vessel for the truth until I'm barely breathing, I'm singing (Ooh)
[Bridge]
Life is all about the evolution
I give up, I give in, I move back a little
I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more, yeah, yeah (I, I, yeah)
You can dream but don't neglect the execution
I give up, I give in, I move back a little (Oh, no)
I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more (Oh, oh, no)
"Time is short," that's what somebody told me (Told me, oh)
I give up, I give in, I move back a little
I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more
Ayy, now I'm back for more
Too short to keep following your homies
I give up, I give in, I move back a little
I live up, I look up, now I'm back for more
[Bridge]
I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands (Ooh)
All of a sudden, niggas poppin' trunk and then we scram (Mmm)
Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand
What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man (Ooh, yeah)
Eyes wide, that's from the power that the coward feels
Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills (Ooh)
Bloodshed done turned the city to a battlefield (Mmm)
I call it poison, you call it real, that's how you feel?
(Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop)
[Verse 4]
Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat
Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete
(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Body laid on the concrete
Look, somebody laid on the concrete
No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, 'cause I'm running too
I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news
Overcame with a feeling I can't explain
'Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was twenty-two
(Last night at around 7:45) He was twenty-two
(Twenty-two year old black male, suspect, reporting on the news)
[Outro]
(I swear to God, bruh, no)
We're gathered here today...
(I swear to God)
To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr. (No)
(I swear to God—nigga, I'ma kill them niggas, man)
A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community
(I promise you, bro)
We got to do better, people
Twenty-two years old, this boy was too young (Oh my God)
(I promise you, bro, I'ma kill them niggas)
Our condolences go to his family, our prayers
(I'ma kill them niggas myself)
We know he's in a better place
We know he's in a better place
But this has got to end, ladies and gentlemen
We've got to come together, this is—this is beyond words (I'ma kill them niggas)
Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from—
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Change
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J. Cole
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[Produced by J. Cole & Team Titans]
[Intro]
Rap tune
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
Yeah, look
[Verse 1]
The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas, here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest, you knew that already
In terms of the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
I just sharpen my blade, for a minute became lost in my ways
This for my niggas that was tossed in the graves
Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts
And then get lost in the days
We used to play before your coffin was made
Just got the call nigga got caught with a stray
Hope he's okay
Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ
Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers
Who know a nigga far too well, and that's the danger
Know me better than I know myself
I rip a page out my notebook in anger
And let these thoughts linger, singing
[Chorus]
Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you)
Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control)
It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do)
Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul)
If you believe in God (If you believe in God)
One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure)
If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high)
Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low)
[Verse 2]
What's the price for a black man life?
I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight
I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight
Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics
Look out the window 'cause tonight the city lit up with lights
Cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage my faction
I brought you niggas with me 'cause I love you like my brothers
And your mothers' like my mother
Think we need a plan of action
The bigger we get the more likely egos collide, it's just physics
Please let's put our egos aside, you my niggas
And should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies
I hope that we remember these
Nights full of Hennessy
When Hov around we switch up to that D'usse
Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay
'Cause we from where you from
Not talkin' bout the slums
I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb
Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son
Yeah I said 'son'
This is New York's finest
For 11 winters straight I took on New York's climate
Like show me New York's ladder
I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it
Never mind it, you'll never reach that
Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap
That's every track, nigga
[Verse 3]
I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope
I don't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes
I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke
Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes
You niggas might be L or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains
Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the god
Nah you ain't the god
Nigga, Cole the god (Cole the god, Cole the god)
January 28th
[Outro]
Make a million dollars off a rap tune
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?
(*sound of baby laughing*)
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I wanna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune
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January 28th
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
Awwwww...haha
[Verse 1]
Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screamin' "Dollar and a dream" with my closet lookin' broke
And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Nigga, I can tell you things that you probably shouldn't know
Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats
Six o'clock in the mornin', gotta hit the BowFlex
Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
And the drought got me prayin' for a Carl Thom vibe
Summer Rain come again
Numb the pain 'cause it's hard for a felon
In my mind I been cryin', know it's wrong but I'm sellin'
Eyes wellin' up with tears
Thinkin' 'bout my niggas dead in the dirt
Immortalized on this shirt
[Chorus]
Real niggas don't die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don't die
Form on the block
Real niggas don't lie
Form in the plot
My niggas don't die
Form on the block
Real niggas don't die
Form on the block
Real niggas don't die
Real niggas don't die
[Verse 2]
Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
Have you ever seen a motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky?
Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M, nigga, that green
I'm a black king, black jeans on my black queen
And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
I'm the type of nigga make the whole fuckin' trap lean
Kingpin, nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
If they want a nigga, they gon' have to send a SWAT team
And I'm goin' out like Scarface in his last scene
A legend, what that mean?
[Chorus]
Real niggas don't die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don't die
Form on the block
Hood niggas don't lie
Form in the plot
My niggas don't die
Form on the block
Real niggas don't die
Form on the block
Real niggas don't die
Real niggas don't die
[Verse 3]
To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
'Cause you wanna change the world, but while alive you never will
'Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I've been told
And now I'm caught between bein' heard and gettin' old
Damn, death creepin' in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bitch, "Make it quick if the Lord take me"
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
They tellin' niggas, "Sell dope, rap or go to NBA"
In that order, it's that sort of thinkin'
That been keepin' niggas chained at the bottom and hanged
The strangest fruit that you ever seen, ripe with pain, listen
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Immortal
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
Ayo
Ayo
Ayo, ah
Ayo, ah
Ayo
Ayo
Ayo, ah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I hate rich niggas, god damn it
'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it
Who you had to kill? Who you had to rob? Who you had to fuck
Just to make it to the top, damn it?
Or maybe that's daddy money; escalator, no ladder money
Escalade, new Caddy money
Worst fear - goin' broke, 'cause I'm bad with money
Crooked smile nigga, momma never had the money, damn
I ain't trippin'
Nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen, yeah
Up the steps, I ain't slippin', tears
Blood, sweat, and I ain't crippin', here's
A song you can sing along wit'
When you down on some let you know you ain't alone shit
When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job
Deliverin' pizzas, you think she out there gettin' robbed
Please God, watch her, I know how niggas do
Half cracker but a nigga too
Talkin' all that shit 'bout your step-pops
How he was a dog, now look at you
I ain't bad as that nigga, plus dawg
I'm a grown man now, I ain't mad at that nigga
But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga
Did Kay dirty, now it's back to broke
Refund checks, used that to float
Momma gets depressed, falls in love with the next maniac
On crack, use that to cope
Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
Writin' rhymes, try and bring back the hope
Tried to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
Coulda drowned, but I grabbed the rope
[Pre-Chorus]
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew
Sing
[Chorus]
You got what I want
I got what you need
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
You got what I want
I got what you need (Yeah)
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?" (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I hate rich niggas, god damn it
'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it
Niggas can't front on the flows you got
But e'ry fuckin' verse how much dough you got
Homie, don't quit now
Hear my shit, you try switch now
Know you felt the shit just now
Know you felt the shit just now, ha
Ain't there more to you?
Don't it ever get borin' to you?
I realize deep down you a coward gettin' high off of power
Fuck it more to you, saw through you
And it made me ashamed that I played the game
Not for mo' money like Damon Wayans
Wanted the respect, but it came with fame
I just wanted love, but this ain't the same
I took a train down memory lane and watched lil Jermaine
Do his thang before he made a name
It's like Sony signed Basquiat, he gave it all he got
And now the nigga don't paint the same, damn
I guess he can't complain
All the money that be rainin' in
Spend a hundred thou' for the chain again
Think of old-school niggas like Dana Dane
Prolly kill for another claim to fame, my brain just sayin'
"Yeah, nigga, least he ain't insane
Least he ain't insane"
You ain't crazy, ma'fucker, you just 'fraid of change, ayy
That's new
Maybe that's true
But listen here, I got a bigger fear:
One day that I become you when I become lost
And I become heartless
And numb from all the ménages
Just one bitch don't feel the same no more
And Henny don't really kill the pain no more
Now, I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
'Cause I can't maintain no more
Tad bit extreme, I know
Money can't save your soul
[Pre-Chorus]
But there go you
There go you
There go you
Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew
Sing
[Chorus]
You got what I want
I got what you need
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
You got what I want
I got what you need
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
[Outro]
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
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Rich Niggaz
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
Oh, you can't hurry God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, Lord
No matter how, no matter how long it takes, yeah
No matter how long it take, nigga
Oh, God, yeah
You can't hurry God
[Verse 1]
Spiralin' up, just like a rich nigga staircase (Staircase)
No fly zone, please stay the fuck out my airspace (Out my face)
Niggas say things behind backs that they wouldn't dare say (Dare say)
Know it's on sight when I see you, I'm workin' at Squarespace
Yeah, top of the mornin', I know that you thought I was dormant
Woke up early from shots that were swarmin'
A block full of opps, now the cops in an orbit
Guess somebody got popped, now they knockin' on doors
Tryna find an informant but I ain't see Nathan
I'm mindin' my business as God is my witness
No weapon gon' prosper that’s formin' against mе
Nigga, I'm starvin', immensely
Know when I'm donе with these songs, you gon' miss me
Ja Morant, I'm on my Grizzly
You niggas just cubs but no, not the ones in the big leagues
After The Fall Off, I promise I'm comin' to sellin' out Wrigley's
Nigga, I'm just a product of poverty, full of narcotics to profit off quickly
My family tree got a history of users that struggle with demons
Not really the hustler instincts
Therefore, often, my pockets was empty
So while some of my partners was servin' up rocks on the corners, the project assemblies
Me, I was startin' to envy, wanna be on the top where it's plenty
Wanna be in the spot like where every bitch want me like Rihanna droppin' new Fenty
What I see in the sky, the 'Ville is the ceilin', can't reach up too high, evidently
Nah, shit, I can't reach up too high, evidently
Never seen no one drivin' a Bentley
I can't be out here moppin' up Wendy's
[Chorus]
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it out the struggle, don't judge me
What you sayin' now won't budge me
'Cause where I come from (Come from), so often (So often)
People you grow up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain and strife
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
[Verse 2]
Say what? The stuff that I've seen got me traumatized
I let the K go when Johnny died
Swangin' that muhfucka' side to side
We don't participate, ain't with that squashin' shit, all we believe in is homicide
I got a good heart, so I send teddy bears every time we make they mommas cry
I pray that my past ain't ahead of me (21)
When I'm in love, I love heavily (On God)
If you betray me, you dead to me (21)
I disrespect you respectfully (Straight up)
I got some partners who left this Earth
Maybe the pain made a better me (On God)
Just know that they secrets is kept with me (On God)
I feel like the streets is in debt with me (Straight up)
I gave my heart away to all the dawg hoes 'cause that's who accepted me (21)
I blame my pops for that shit 'cause if he didn't fail, he could've corrected me (21)
Give all the props to my momma 'cause no matter what, she always protected me (On God)
I promise you, it ain't no checkin' me (On God)
Jump in the water, get wet with me (Straight up, 21, 21)
You want my money or wanna have sex with me?
Can't let the opps or the law get the best of me
I get to answerin', you get to testin' me
I see chicken, you niggas is breast to me
Planted a seed but it ain't a sesame
Can't let you niggas or bitches grow next to me
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m y . l i f e
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J. Cole
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[Intro]
(Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
J.I.D, woah, shit, woah, shit, woah, shit
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Please, please
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Forty my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, rollin' my spliff
Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this shit
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Forty my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, rollin' my spliff
Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this shit
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit (Woah)
[Verse 1]
Okay, East Atlanta playboy
Don't got much to say, boy
Cradle to the grave, and it's been like that since a slave, boy
It ain't shit to pull up, pick the fucking tool up
Screaming hallelujah, pushing daisies and some tulips (Hi guys, hi, hi, hi)
Itty bitty bitch, niggas in the city with it
Pull up with a stick, thirty with the dick
Seen you in a minute, nigga, put you in cement
Anybody get a nigga, anybody get
Shot to the top, nigga poppin' this shit
Got the drop in your crib, in the spot where you live
If you talking that shit, nigga, stop it
I'm a god, I'm a king, I'm a giant
Nigga not trying, .40 my side
Eastside guy, but I been worldwide
D.I.Y, T.I.Y, I'ma try, I'ma die for what I believe in
We like to feast and I try to eat, cannibal meat
I am not an animal, a beast
Riding with the hammer on the seat (Oh)
Shotgun, shotgun, hand on my heat
Badmon, badmon, land of my freedom
Nigga get life, let the white folks be
Online beef, not my motif
.45 me, ta-ta, go sleep
Don't mind little old me, lil' OG
J.I.D, I came in on the boat, see
May I be the cold nigga with the most heat
Niggas know bro, you don't know me
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Forty my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, rollin' my spliff
Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this shit
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Forty my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, rollin' my spliff
Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this shit (Hey)
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip (Okay, okay)
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit (Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 2]
Legend out the 2-6 (Woah)
Y'all know who the truth is (Woah)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Woah)
Perfect time to pop up (Woah)
Wet you like the hot tub (Woah)
Clean up Aisle seven, damn, somebody gettin' mopped up (Woah)
Pull up on the block, eeny, meeny, miny, moe
You and every nigga that you know is getting popped
Fuckin' with a nigga, ass sitting in the box
Tryna sneak diss, then I'm pickin' up the Glock
I squeeze this, they be pickin' up the top
Styles, Sheek, Kiss, yeah, I'm pickin' all the locks
Pickin' on a nigga way bigger, then I got
Bigger than the nigga that was Kindergarten Cop
Terminator shit, I'm a robot
With the chrome .45 that most don't got
One false move, get your moto shot
Turn a nigga whip to a photo op
Click, click, click, and the flows don't stop
'Til I got more cream than Cold Stone got
Like a boatload, nigga I'ma float on top
'Til the grass don't grow and the wind don't blow
And the po-po don't kill niggas no more
I bought a forty round extendo
If a nigga wanna duck, then I'm playing Duck Hunt
In real life, not on Nintendo
Looking out the window like Malcolm X with the rifle
Climb the steps up the Eiffel
Barely broke a bead of sweat, woah
Many hope to be the best, oh
Cannot fuck with me just yet, though
JID the closest thing to me
C'est la vie, my vocal range putting
Blood stains on Notre Dame hoodies
Hello fiends, I brought novocaine plus dopamine
You can load your veins with the product I slang
Niggas gon' honor my name, boy, I'm a god in this game
Y'all niggas homonyms, sounding the same
Not in my lane so I can't complain
Me and Ben Frank got a damn good thing goin' on
Way more than a random fling
Cole and JID with a tandem, niggas can't stand 'em
Got a new anthem, look at my whip
Slit on my wrist, suicide, suicide doors on my Phantom
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, get off my dick
Forty my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, rollin' my spliff
Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this shit
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
[Outro]
Get off my dick (Yeah), get off my dick (Woah)
Get off my dick (Yeah), get off my dick (Woah)
Get off my dick (Yeah), get off my dick (Yeah)
Get off my dick (Yeah), get off my dick (Yeah)
Get off my dick (Woah), get off my dick (Uh)
Get off my dick (Yeah), get off my dick (Get off my)
Get off my dick (Yeah), get off my dick (Woah)
Get off my dick (Yeah), get off my dick (Woah)
Okay (Sucka)
Something special
J.I.D
Cole
Drama
Dreamville (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
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Off Deez
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JID
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[Intro]
Act one, scene four
[Chorus]
Yeah, run, Ricky, run, run nigga, run, jump, nigga, jump
Come here they come, run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk
My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
151 rum and a blunt
Young nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun
Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga done
[Verse]
Son of a god, son of a bitch
Son of woman and man, son of a son, in a sunken abyss
Summon a plan, please come with a script
Cover my back, cover man, please come with the blitz
Look at the stats, JID like a magician
Fuck that, this some real ass shit, I paid blood for this
Taking cheese from the government
Cereal boxes with the bugs in it
Hand me down, this my brother brother's shit
Don't compare me to no other other niggas
In the city, boy, they say they fucking with you
Heebie jeebie, that's a bit disgusting, but I get it
I'm full of tension, full of spirit but full of shit
Standing next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him
Shit, I miss him, I wish that that bullet missed him but it didn't
And since I been living with it like a sickness
Intimate, infinite rhymes, give me the baton
A ticking, ticking time bomb, takin' the finish line
Look alive, look in my eyes, look at you niggas tryin'
And ya dumb, dumb, better run, run 'cause we fryin' em
Eastside, where ya from, from niggas wildin'
So be silent before my niggas creep silent
With street knowledge, complete nonsense
Delete comments, online, all lies, we see violence
Every day in my eyes, they killing my niggas, die, nigga die
Pull up with the fye, get 'em, nigga, it's eye for an eye
If we gotta ride, fuck it, nigga, ride for the ride of ya life
Diabolical minds, I don't mind it, I like it, I like it, I love it
I fuck with you, you a thug, I'ma thug with you
We can knuck, we can buck if a nigga fuck with you
I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle
[Chorus]
Yeah, run Ricky, run, run nigga, run, jump nigga, jump
Come here they come run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk
My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
151 rum and a blunt
Young nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun
Give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga—
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151 Rum
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JID
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[Part I]
[Chorus]
Okay, never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits, uh, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had shit, I'ma take
Never askin', "Give me this, give me that shit (Yeah, uh, yuh)
Give me everything, nigga, give me everything, nigga…"
Again, never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, (Woah) never do shit, (Woah) damn
But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a bezel on the wrist
Never had shit, never take
Never askin', (Woah) "Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything, (Look) nigga, give me everything, nigga
Give me everything…"
[Verse]
Look, never had a real dollar to my name, bruh, shit been lame, bruh
I ain't even in this shit for the fame, bruh, it's the pain, bruh
Most of the niggas I came up with– (Came up with) haven't came up
And doin' the same stuff, but I haven't came up, this really ain't none
Niggas thinkin' that they fuckin' with JID, y'all got the game fucked up
Tremendously, can't fuck with the mind of a mental fiend
Who dig deep in the depths when he in too deep
I crept on the steps where the demon sleeps
And yell, belch, tell my Lord what he means to me
"Oh, my God, don't be mean to me"
In the ride with a bean or three
And it's not what it seems to be, I can die, I can fly
I can try very easily, I'm a guy and a giant
She's a vivrant thing, I prolly won't buy it
Bird bitch, take flight, no pilot
Serve dick, curve bitch, no bias
Back up, back up, chick, bad timing
I got to get on stage, you better get on page
I have you looking out the windowpane
Or in the rain or anything but in a way
And if I say that's what it is, forget the lip
Now, what's my point, now I forget—damn, this bitch
Got me fuckin' up my script, fuck this shit, I got this shit
Gettin' to the point where everybody say they from the block and shit
With Glocks and shit and poppin', pimpin', trappin', sippin' lean
Y'all niggas fall for anything, you got the plug in Medellín?
Kingpin? You a pen king (Kingpin? You a pen king, ayy)
Bye, bye, niggas, 'N Sync, try I? Nigga, risky
Fire, fire from the wrist piece, niggas shootin' like the '60s (Yeah, uh)
[Chorus]
Again, never been shit, never had shit, (Woah) never knew shit (Woah)
Never out, never do shit, damn (Look)
But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had shit, I'ma take
Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything, nigga, fuck you…"
[Part II]
[Intro]
Let's go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, what?
Umm
[Verse]
Alright, what you call a chick that don't suck dick? You don't
And if you think you finna come up this, you won't
Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk
This beat takin' a beating, I hand out the lumps
Damn, baby, yo' ass stand out in pumps
That's outstanding, stand outside until your man come
Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan some'
You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm
Nigga, this a 3 point and-1
And 100, Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dunk
Shawty love JID, let me turn her to a hand puppet
She moan, sound like German or something
Run game, bitches think I'm Todd Gurley or something
Give me a jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia
Wheeled yo' bitch out my bed in a gurney
You gotta leave lil' mama, the clock's turning
I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy
They bleed like us so them niggas could never scare me
No niggas got more glow than JID, barely scratchin' the fucking surface
You need work, you need purpose
Everybody good, everybody trap perfect
Everything cool, don't nobody act nervous
Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap nigga is a sap nigga
We don't dap niggas, get the rrr-rat from the ratchet
Get the pack out the package
Lil' savage ass, ratchet ass, bastard ass, havin' ass
Rappin' ass, jackin' ass, wait (Yeah)
Finna blast, green dot, send the cash, pen and pad (Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Minivan, been a dad, been with that bullshit, nigga
Ehh, I don't wake up to the bull like I usually do
Young niggas down the block on the woopty woop
Better pray to God they don't shoot at you
Dreams of cleanin' this dirty money out my cuticle
Then a nigga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo
[Outro]
Shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful
Shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful
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NEVER
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JID
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[Part I]
[Intro]
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon to for—
[Chorus]
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down (Oh, oh, woah)
Puttin' rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Uh, woah, shit)
[Verse 1]
I done came back around
Like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm a black man with the bloodhounds
MAC-10 makin' love sounds
To a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loudmouth (Can't you see?)
We can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (Woah)
I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down (Woah, shit, woah)
When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
You can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Woah, shit, ow, okay, ayy)
[Chorus]
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Can't you s—)
[Interlude]
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon to for—
[Verse 2]
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole wit' me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me (Can't you see?)
Hit from the back, she givin' me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now (Can't you see?)
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops
I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investin' in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler & Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
[Chorus]
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back, and I'm black and snatchin' crowns (Can't you see?)
[Outro]
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chi—
[Part II]
[Intro]
Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
Motherfuckin' bitch
Hehehaha (Uh, shit)
[Verse]
Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah)
JID in the back if you lookin' for the dope
Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh
Give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell 'em bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top-five list, get 'em a vest
He get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's
.40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'm a, I'm a, I'm an, I'm an anomaly
I turned into a rapper ironically
And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (Woah, shit)
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
So calmly bustin' moves, my truths carry velocity (Woah, shit)
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clot (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (Woah, shit)
On the stove with the Pyrex pot, the door stay locked (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
It don't say knock, we on they block, we own they block (Woah shit)
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' (Woah, shit)
The same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark (Woah, shit)
I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls (Woah, shit)
Bang this shit (Woah, shit)
[Outro]
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang (Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha)
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Surround Sound
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JID
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[Intro]
Take your heart, don't let me break it in two
I'm sure that I could possibly do nothin' for you
I'm nearly on the edge, I'm 'bout to jump in a few
I'm really not afraid of nothin'
[Verse 1]
Look, on everything
I gave everything and got nothing back
Ain't looking for no pat on backs
That ain't how we got where the fuck we at
Mama called, "Where the fuck you at?"
"On the road, and I ain't coming back
Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks
And that hundred racks bring a bundle back"
I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger
J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher
C'est la vie, shit, I'm coming after everybody
Don't get the bloody splatter
I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too
Shit is like buddy passes
I wanna cry 'cause I'm numb inside (Ugh)
If you wonder why, ask, "What's the matter?" (Yeah)
[Chorus]
'Cause I been working hella hard, shit ain't really working out
I been praying to the Lord, shit ain't really working out
I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds
Shit ain't really working out, shit ain't really working out
Shit ain't really working out
[Interlude]
Quiet, don't explain
What is there to gain
[Verse 2]
Shit, shit ain't really working out, huh
Now I got a little bread, got my niggas working outta town
Baby, your ass fat, I can see you working out, shit
And you got a new job? Tell me, how that shit working out? Heh
Heard you doing pretty good, yeah, people talk, word of mouth
Wasn't 'round when you had the dirty house
Now they won't leave when you kick 'em out
These type of people can't stick around
Only down when there's liquor 'round or the spliff around
That's why I don't fuck with niggas now
Well, I fuck with all my niggas, you know the difference
You been living with tunnel vision
You and all of your friends are like wonder women
Wonder Woman working for it, if you ever wanted something
Searching for a purpose, I see what you on
The difference in how you be using your gifts
In the midst of the shit that you dealing with
Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic
You got the vision like a fer-de-lance
You attack and you kill it, sinkin' your teeth with the venom
Kinda like me with these instrumentals
Or the pen and the pencil or off the temple
Pimpin' since been pimpin', keep it sensible
Since you winning, you a object of ridicule
Objects appearing closer than you ready for
Obviously, you don't know what's ahead
But that's the reason you can work 'til you dead
[Chorus]
I been working hella hard, shit ain't really working out
I been praying to the Lord, shit ain't really working out
I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds
Shit ain't really working out, shit ain't really working out
Shit ain't really working out
[Outro]
C'mon, bruh, come to the booty club one time
Throw some of that Dreamville money
Throw some of that Dreamville money at these hoes, bruh
They got dreams too, nigga
They got shit to do too, nigga
They got dreams too, bruh-bruh
Y'all Dreamville, uh, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh-uh
Next time you see that nigga J. Cole, bruh
You tell that nigga the same thing, man
I fuck with y'all niggas, bro
Why that nigga J. Cole, got all this money
Look like he 'bout to borrow somebody charger or something
"C'mon, bruh, let me get your charger, bruh
Let me get my shit to uh, uh, ten percent
And I'll give that shit back to you, bruh bruh"
C'mon, bruh, flex some of that Dreamville money, let me see it
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Workin Out
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JID
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[Intro]
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Aye, aye, aye, a-bum-bum-bum, aye
Look, look
[Verse 1]
J-I-D back in the city with it
Jiddy done been all across the globe
They say "JID a scribbler, he silly with it"
"When he spittin', I hope he don’t sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"
"He was just juggin' right by the store"
Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll
Saw the patrol, it was time to ride
Motor runnin' on Memorial Drive
Got a country cousin cruisin’ with the blammer
In Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta
Not Atlanta, we let Omerettà decide
They just gon' let that Beretta fly
'Cause you niggas buggin', spray pesticides
It's me and the bros, it's no extra guys
And they movin' weight, it's no exercise
We could pick a date to come stretch you out
Only showin’ muscle when it’s flexin' time
You could see the hustle, you could recognize
Overcame struggle when the Devil tried
Lemme bear it all when I’m tellin' God
You know I'ma rant when I talk to Jah
[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga say that I can't, damn lie
Ain’t dappin' no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
There's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I could step on a ant, ant pile
I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—
[Chorus]
Oh, what a handsome gift (Yeah)
To live in the land of sin (Uh)
Ridin' with bags and bricks (Uh)
And my lil' nasty chick (Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
That's what I asked of Him (Uh)
Told me He'd grant my wish (Yeah)
You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)
You'll never dance again (Oh, oh)
[Post-Chorus]
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(I'm not a—, I'm not a—, uh)
[Verse 2]
I'm not a two-steppin' man, I said, "I do not dance"
It's a gun inside my pants, and the whole world's in his hands (Dance)
It depends, penny for your sins (For your sins)
Shootin' up the block, can't stop revenge (Oh)
Nappy dreadlocks like a rasta man (Rasta man)
Where the story ends and the plot begins
Uh, look, momma said, "The messiah's in moccasins
Tryna save the kids in them apartments
And show a way to live with other options"
Opulence, decadence, black excellence and lots of it
I could cop the newest Beamer, Bentley or Balenciaga's
I could pay for this lil' nigga scholarship
I ain't caught up in rap nigga politics
Play with me and you playin' yourself
Playin' with death, say him a prayer
Cathy and Carl got a K on the shelf
I'm in DeKalb County open-carryin', caterin', chef
Cookin' up another plate of the best
Me and Christo got it poppin' like it's Crisco
Fried chicken, I'm lickin' her thighs
Then I put my face in her breasts
I took a drive, my plug on the West side
Of Atlanta, he known to finesse guys
With the hammer on Campbellton, headshots
On the camera, knock out a dreadlock
That's a felony charge, he caught a F
Niggas come to the A and get X'd out (Facts)
But I only been here 'cause I'm tryna help
Only one you can help is yourself now
[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga say that I can't, damn lie
Ain't dappin' no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
There's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I could step on a ant, ant pile
I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—
[Chorus]
Oh, what a handsome gift
To live in the land of sin (Uh)
Ridin' with bags and bricks
And my lil' nasty chick (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
That's what I asked of Him (Uh)
Told me He'd grant my wish (Yeah)
You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)
You'll never dance again (Oh, oh)
[Post-Chorus]
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Outro]
Life is a journey, you know? Not a destination
Lean not towards the egoistic intonations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Positive vibrations bring real liberation (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
It's the will of the heart, the strength of the mind
And the love of the creator that will help us rise out of these sadistic situations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
And experience the purity that exists in our creation, you know? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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Dance Now
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JID
|
[Intro]
I, I am so grateful
I'm very, very, very grateful
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh
Alright, J.I.D and (Christo)
[Verse]
Y'all niggas need to lay off the drugs
Some of y'all need to lay off the dope
My niggas gettin' it straight off the boat
Pure cut, put it straight to your nose
I ain't nosy, but I know what I know
Mr. Know-It-All, "oh here he go"
I'm the GOAT, I never go with the flow
Throwin' shots, boy, it's blow for a blow
I'm the nigga kick the do' with the do'
I'm the nigga fuck the ho with the ho
I'm the nigga lit the blunt with the blunt
I'ma get it 'cause I want what I want
I'ma say this shit again and again
I'ma go and put this shit to an end
I'm the sickest with the pencil and pen
Hit the blunt and mix the Hen' with the wait
I'ma go ahead and lay off the Xans
I'ma fall back sippin' the lean
I gotta make sure my vision is clear
Oh God, no, it's not what it seems
Six, five, four, one, two, three
.45 tote, you know me
You don't want smoke, so what it's gon' be?
Gotta watch what you say when you lookin' at me
Lookin' at God, lookin' for leaders, lookin' for keys
Look at the pain in your eyes, nigga, look where we been
Look at our wins, look at our sins, and look at our skin
I've been on a frenzy binge tryna get me a Benz
And then your fuzzy ass lens wanna fuck up the ends
Oh God, no, where are my friends?
Lord forgive me, yeah, I need to repent
Mind blurred, need to lay off the drugs
Yeah God, they ain't prayin' enough
Niggas dyin', we ain't sayin' enough
Cops fire, stockpiling rottweiler
Tell my little niggas lay off the stuff
Ronald Reagan, I can't thank him enough
Nah, I'm playin', nigga racist as fuck
Told my nigga if he leave a pack of ports around me, I'ma take em'
And throw em' away
He smoke em' around me, I'ma break em'
And we almost had got into fightin'
I'm talkin' 'bout dead that, finna fade it
But shit, but maybe I did too much
But fuck it, I love my nigga, I'ma save him
And he prolly thinkin' I'm a player-hater
I don't hate a player, I just need all my niggas to wake up
And take a real good look, we a long way from Decatur
Long days still ahead of us, grown dads still scared of us
I'm just workin' my incredible
Stick my dick in the inevitable
So fuck whatever happen, fuckin' cinematic
Sins of the father, I'm a fuckin' addict
Understand addiction, so I'm sympathetic
But I know, I know, I know that I gotta be strong
I ain't tryna be where I don't belong
Little syrup sippin' out of a foam
Little powder, put the pot in the bong
I ain't trippin', I ain't sayin' it's wrong
But, it's some other shit we can be on
[Bridge]
Gangsta Gri-zillz
Oh, now that I may be free, yeah
And he, he...
[Outro]
...if you need it
Yeah
'Cause we the old people, you know
That's way you get blessed
Yeah
That's comes to you, people don't know
Bless, you can see it
God, He come, He come, He come
He come depending what... what you do to people
Uh-huh
That's where bless come from, you know what I mean?
Yeah
You see, you can see that
Look at that, look at how fast President Reagan dead
You don't know him right?
Yeah, I did
Right okay, He was a criminal, you know what I mean?
But look at... at Jimmy Carter
Uh, uh
Jimmy Carter all... more older than Reagan
Uh, uh
Reagan gone already, Carter still here
The good person?
You know what I mean, 'cause he got a open heart
He never do war, when he was President
He never hurt nobody, he help people
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Off da Zoinkys
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JID
|
[Intro]
Christo, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yo, I was just trying to get me some money the other day
I been so down on my luck, I'm humble in every way
I stumbled on every step, mumbled with every breath
Do not repeat myself, I will not re-
Okay, good night to the cool kid, say hi to the bad guy
Eastside mad scientist, we ride, niggas dying
Women throw pussy at me, I never seen cats flying
But never say never, never say never, we say whatever
[Chorus]
I done came up, I done came up (Came up)
Put your chains up, and your rings up (Rings up)
Fuck the other side (Fuck ’em), we don't change up (Nah)
All the homies ride, they can't change us
I done came up, I done came up (I done came up)
Switching lanes up, and I’m prayed up
Fuck the other side, we don't change up (Yeah)
All the homies ride, you can't change us
[Verse 2]
We hit the pack with the weed in the sack
In the back, in the black, J.I.D with the gat (Go)
G's with the jeans on the straps on the scene with the lean, get the cream how you been, where you at? (Go)
Seen what I seen on the scene with the beam on a rat
Don't move, there's a thing on your hat (Go)
Put a hole in that ball team on your hat (Go)
You a rat, that's a cool thing to a cat (Go)
Knock it out the park, hear the bing from the bat
And we get the ring, and I be the king sittin' satin
Persian rugs so fly, no Aladdin (Go)
Serving drugs, I got the pen and a pad (Go)
Serving drugs, I give her dick when she mad
But she know that I rap, I ain’t got time for the Madden (Go)
She know that I’m capping, finna snap on these rap niggas
And they react, you get the rrrat from the ratchet (Go)
[Chorus]
I done came up, I done came up (Came up)
Put your chains up, and your rings up (Rings up)
Fuck the other side (Fuck 'em), we don’t change up (Nah)
All the homies ride, they can't change us
I done came up, I done came up (I done came up)
Switching lanes up, and I'm prayed up
Fuck the other side, we don't change up (Yeah)
All the homies ride, you can’t change us
[Verse 3]
Yeah-ah
Picture a nigga steppin' into the game that's already lit
Just add a little coal to flame it (Go)
Lame niggas, I gotta put it in layman's terms?
I'm finna murder you niggas, you better spread the word (Go)
I bled words 'til my head would hurt
The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first (Go)
Live life like a baby that was dead at birth (Go)
But came alive and fucked the nurses (Go)
If you don't like it tell a nigga "jump" if you feelin' Kermit
If you sleepin' on me we can make it permanent (Go)
And leave 'em stinkin', he a really permeate, he really reeking (Go)
J.I.D or call me Willie Beamen
But I'm 'bout the team, everybody eatin' (Go)
If it's down to me, I'ma do some shit niggas ain't never seen
Bitch, I dunk the three (Go)
Ashton Kutcher, who's punkin' me?
J.I.D the butcher, who want the beef?
Chop arm, leg, head, package meat
Sacrificial lamb, satisfactory
Smack him with the hand, don't talk back to me
I'ma be the man, I'ma kill a king
I done been a fan, now I need wings
I done seen your hand, now I need rings
[Bridge]
Okay, I'm fired up, I'm really fired up
I'm feeling wired up, losing my mind, bruh
Gimme the time, bruh, 'cause I'm a time bomb
Coming for mine, bruh, see, what you lyin' for
Tape him and tie him up, I'm feelin' fired up
I'm really fired up, wait (Fired up)
I'm really fired up, I'm feeling wired up, losing my mind, bruh
Gimme the time, bruh, 'cause I'm a time bomb
Coming for mine, bruh, see, what you lyin' for
Tape him and tie him up, I'm feelin' fired up
I'm really fired up, wait
Fired up
[Outro]
You got two niggas sittin' down to eat, right?
Niggas sittin' down at the table to eat
And they got the same food, and they got the same utensils
You dig what I'm sayin'?
One nigga let his food go cold watching another nigga eat
You know what I'm sayin'
And that's how all this shit be starting, envy
Another nigga lookin' at what another nigga
Wanting what another nigga got when he got utensils
And a share of his own, you dig what I'm sayin'?
All this started, when a nigga get in power and a nigga be shittin' on a nigga
That where all this shit be stemming from
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Westbrook
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JID
|
[Intro]
Activate, activate, activate, activate
Activate, activate, you know I'm about to activate
Activate, activate, activate, activate
Activate, activate
(Woah, Kenny)
[Verse 1]
Activation, activation
Maturation process, rap game too saturated
Grab your lady, masturbation on her face
An acne patient acting patient, so complacent
Comfortable, a basic bowl of shit
Hold my own, I own my dick
Go shalom, I’m unpredictable
And roll with the clique and fold with big clips
I know I'm feelin' activated when I came in this bitch
Claiming the 6, I don’t care about being famous and shit
I was a bad little never had, nigga get the bag
Give it back to my fam, boy I am who I am
Hope I don't get in a jam in a jam
Had a dream of eating lamb in the Lam'
And the label come off fam with the ram
Like Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam
Start scheming, boy, you die where you-
[Beat Switch]
[Interlude]
Now hear dis! You likkle spit and chew out soundbwoy
You mussi think you can go buy experience a Woolworth!
You mussi think a so King Selassie ah get him crown!
No, no, no!
No, no, no, no way!
You got to work hard for it!
[Verse 2]
Look, okay
This the type of shit that have niggas in beef
Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep
Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week
Big dog, I can scratch that shit off like fleas
I got a lotta shit to say, but I'ma keep my list short
I know alotta your favorites not gon' fuck with this part
When I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all
'Cause if this is a competition, then I’m setting this bar
In my city, who’s with me? I'm in my own lane, jack
Niggas said JID so flame, I propane rap
I’m from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter
But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise
Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it
Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge
My nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face
Left a nigga with no face and beat the court case
Coming home from ball practice, took the street the short way
We from the East, but never gave niggas a reason
To try it or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat the sorbet
Or eating your face, or squeeze the heat, then leaving your place
I've been telling you life's a bitch, but it’s a beach in your case
I've been yelling and throwing fits, I'm tired of screaming all day
I've been fighting these fucking demons all day
Man, this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather
Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it
Blow a little steam, I ain't hating, I'm just heated
Niggas know what I mean, but niggas don't know what I been through
So if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
[Chorus]
I heard niggas looking for a problem
But we don't even move until the rent due
My niggas' hands itching, finna rob something
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father)
Better pray to God
[Verse 3]
Look, okay
Fuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made it
Lift my head to the skies, I cry and begin prayer
Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place
My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada
More than a motivator for me to get off my anus
And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus
Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brush
Splish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit past
Dimwit, pimp shit, syndicate with the pen grip
Ripping shit, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's begin
Who's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better than
I'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisle
Rap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ring
I said, "Yes" and vowed for forever now
On the honeymoon getting naked now
On a money pile doing doggystyle
I'm a father now, and you are my child
Or you aren't my child, I'm on Maury now
And I'm talking loud, the results are found
You are not the, wow, I should kill this bitch like a doggy pound
We divorcing now
I want the cars, ring, clothes, all the house
And you broke my heart, I'm re-organizing
And really trying to be mature about it
But I gotta kill it like a fucking villain
Dream-villain, Spill-villain, rhyme to the ceiling
Would I should I kill a rapper 'cause I coulda
Duh nigga, this a gun and a bullet
[Chorus]
I heard niggas looking for a problem
But we don't even move till' the rent due
My niggas' hands itching, finna rob something
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
[Outro]
Not that I need it
This nigga cap as fuck, man
Ain't no cap in my rap
This super cap in your rap, boy
Where y'all niggas from for real?
Where y'all from?
Naw
Ohhh
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Slick Talk
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JID
|
[Intro]
J-J-J-JID
D-D-D-D
D-D-D-D
[Verse 1]
D-D-D, d-damn, said I'm back again
To whoop ass, the blicka blast from the ratchet, man
The maddest, blackest lad in a savage land
Of grab and dash and crash in your daddy's van
D-D-D, d-d, bad as the most having-est
Most swaggiest, braggy as never had anythin'
So I'm mackin' as if I never had shit
Eyes movin' backwards, I coulda' hit a backflip, check this
I ain't never hustle for a necklace
Tryna get the fam' straight, get us out of debt, shit
That shit get testy, huh, I feel Dizzy Gillespie
In the room packed, me, Carl, Izzy, and Precious
Out the womb, I was last, I'm the youngest of seven
Birthday same day as the reverend, birthday same day as the devil
Black lock like the pot and the kettle
Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow
Lick a shot for the nigga tryna stop the journey
JID pull up on a opp like, "What's poppin', Kermit?"
Blocka blocka, operate, doctor, surgery
IVs, gurneys, shit bag, gone for eternity, hey
More the merrier, more to come murder me, hey
Close the casket, commonly courtesy, hey
Headshots too personal for a burglary, ooh
Red dots 'cause killers could close curtain me
I done did wrong, someone send me up vertically
Horizontally, read me a passage from Deuteronomy
Anything you can do to conquer the demon inside of me
Any meaning the truth and the Father, the spirit guided me
I can bleed in the booth and leave a tooth as a souvenir
For who was here, and if you hearing it
You know the spirit is imperative, imperative, imperial
Black man pyramid, the peer of men, jackman with the gat
Scratching off the serial, sack man, get the pack
Money in the envelope, pissing down the urinal
Ass man in the strip club, tell her bend it over
Gon' give it to her, she been workin' for it, hey
You gon' make a nigga cop a Birkin for you, hey
You the bomb, look, I got a turban for you, bae
Beat a nigga 'til he color purple for you, babe
I'ma murder for you, bae, 730 for you, ayy
[Chorus]
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I-I-I'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it come full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
[Verse 2]
Odd Toddler, murderer, Madara, moniker
Zeltron slither in, python, right on
Right on cue, write, Sun Tzu
Kill you, vehicle swerves on you
Serves you right, you lose sight like demolish
Break it down, build it up, then re-polish
Like toenails on Odell with shoe deals that never, ever go well
Take no Ls 'cause I am not Noel
Bitch, the name's Denzel
The flames exhale, my pain's on braille
You feel it? Similar to fish in a skillet
Hook and a line intertwined when I reel it like films
Movie groovy, jinkie, Scooby
Very spooky, soul is black as Moolies
Talk like Pootie, I spit fire, loogies
Comin' off the kufi with the blues, no Tookie
So many y'alls, I'm bored, there's too many yawns
I got a lot of green, that's too many lawns
I'm still hot 'til I set in the dawn, until a nigga rockin' Saint Laurent
We go together like Harry and Ron
Treat the microphone as same as a wand
Magic maxi pad (Ah, yeah)
Denzel lusts for blood, I grab the MAG
Made you half a man but not a Sag'
Flow is ugly, time to bust a sag
Clint Eastwood, I killed the good and bad
Oh my God, would you look at that? How to kill a ego
JID and Zel, Scorpion to Sub-Zero
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Bruuuh (Remix)
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JID
|
[Intro]
And now
My niggas
Our feature presentation
[Bridge]
Fear not, hallelujah, I am proud, I wait to get in, I wait
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo (Doo), doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
And as I lay myself to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
The pressure makes me, the journey takes me
To places where history can't stop or break me
You know it rains for somethin', you know the pain's for somethin'
I hope a change is comin', just keep on swangin' on
[Chorus]
Swang on, swang on (Oh), swang on, swang on
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Keep on swangin' lil' sis, keep swangin' lil bro
I'm 'bout to swang on Terry Payne because he said my sister ho
Gettin' high from Swisher Sweets, chariots are swingin' low
Swastikas and the police, hang a nigga, swangin' rope
Peewee tried to swang on me, but I was with likе fifty folks and he ain't know
But what was worse, I don't evеn want no beef with bro
We was toted, we was soldiers, we was soulless
We was sold, they sayin' somethin' 'bout his set
Nigga, that who he swangin' for
Swear you bitches don't know shit about our stress, about our woes
And my obsession with success by definition of my own
Sure as death is waitin' on our flesh and bones
Demon callin' my spirit, had to click the phone
Couldn't get to Courtney quick enough to give her warm big hugs
Told her, "You like the strongest woman on the fuckin' globe"
I watch my momma lose her momma
Go through drama and trauma but had to keep her head high
So we don't fuckin' know
I'm gettin' older, so when the world's feelin' enormous on your back and on your arms (Ooh)
And your feet just as heavy you been draggin' through the storm (Oh)
Starin' at the city, but you trapped inside a hole (Oh)
Get your back up off the ropes, keep swangin' on (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on
Swang on, swang on (Oh), swang on, swang on
Swang on, swang on (Swang on), swang on, swang on (Swang on)
Swang on, swang on (Swang on), swang on, swang on
[Outro]
Hello?
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on
You know we race for somethin' (Ah)
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on
Swang on, swang on, swang on, swang on
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Kody Blu 31
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JID
|
[Skit]
Nah, bruh (Huh?)
What you talking 'bout, homes?
Ayy, ayy, nigga, Snapchat niggas twisted up real tight
I'm with my motherfucking brothers, nigga (Hahahahah)
They was representing for Trump tight
But we in this motherfucker real tight
Nigga, ain't left, everything right
Nigga, I'm tight!
Nigga, fuck you talkin' about?
Bars forever, nigga!
[Intro]
Bars, bars
Me and my two, okay
Me and my two, alright, me and my—, okay
[Verse]
Me and my two niggas, we like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy
I'm Zack, you AC, that Jessie and Kelly
I pull up to your hood, just let me know when you ready
I'm rolling up this dub, finna face it, beheaded, mm-hmm
Hold on, chill out, please give me a second
I'm drowsy off a Xan, nigga, legs is spaghetti
Cut all of the bullshit, nigga, chop the confetti
You ready? I'm ready, you ready? I'm ready, uh, alright
Never sell weed 'cause I smoke it too much
I fuck up the pack, I don't fuck with the sack
And I mean the bread come quick
He told me bring him three hundred
I brought him excuses and like two hundred and something
I mean, most of y'all niggas love drugs like me
Love me like drugs, bitch, I might be
Yo' love light bulb, turn on lights, please
Turn off your cool, I mean, I might freeze
I mean hold on, relax, please give me a chance
I was moving too fast, I ain't hear what you said
We was celebrating life, tryna get to the 'fetti
But me and my two niggas, we like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy, damn
[Outro]
Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy (Ayy), Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy (Uh)
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy (Be like)
Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy (Uh), Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy (Yeah)
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy
Nigga, Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy, Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy
Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy, Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy, damn
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EdEddnEddy
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JID
|
[Intro]
Yo, I'm in Atlanta, bruh
Hit me back, lil' nigga
[Chorus]
Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"
Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter
And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
[Verse 1]
Dead 'em from every side of the spectrum
Hannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collector
Nosy ass hoes get punched in the septum
That's part of the woes for throwing salt like Epsom
Pardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and steps
Don't step, stupid, or you get slept stupid
East side, Lil' Route, Zone 6 vet
Showin' respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don't forget it
Anybody wanna see 'em, I can make 'em a believer
At your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to ya
In present time they sayin' that I'm the next nigga
Woah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trap
Can't see the floor, elevator, where the steps at?
James Bond' 9—James Harden with the step-back
No D, niggas playin' foul, where the techs at?
That's cool, wave the 30 round, where the TECs at?
Better get back, better get you a jetpack
They shoot where the ref at
They shoot at your jefe
They leavin' 'em stank like Pepé Le Pew
They just put a hole in his Pepe
I go where the check at, Margiella Gorilla
They kill a nigga for a thrill, they feel it now, cool, keep it movin'
I won't be the nigga they taking out, breaking down, face down
As far as these rappers man, these words couldn't hurt a nigga
Far as these rappers, I can't count on a ninja turtle's finger
Who really is fucking with the kid, that is J.I.D
I am loud, that is mid, I'm a pound, that's a smidge
I'm a stallion, stout, strong, war ready, resilient
Guess the Lord put me in position just to kill niggas
A warrior, but words used is my spear
My sword, my fear, my Lord, my chance is void if I
Do it for myself and don't give back to the loyal
The unemployed, all my boys in here
Okay, let's really make some noise in here
[Verse 2]
I'm under pressure, smoking pressure, walking in no direction
Chalk it up to the devil for fucking with my perspective
Too young to be a witness but old enough for the lessons
Soo Young, got a tucker to fuck with the chief inspector
I bleed just like your favorites, I shit just like the angels
Oh shit, I feel a change and a shift in niggas' thinkin'
Like Lute, I got the jugg, I'ma say it's quite the finagle
Get rich and make some babies that's weirder than Will and Jada's
But lately, I've been blocked up
Lately, I've been strugglin' with ways to get my stock up
Me and Venus workin' on new videos to blockbust and city shows and pop-ups
And really though I feel as though there's no bitch I could not fuck
Niggas make art and act hard for no Oscar
Boy, you're just Leonardo
Born in the life you had to learn to be part of
Still, no deal, still whippin' the Mazda, but fuck
[Verse 3]
"Niggas ain't seein' you, Venus"—shit, and I ain't seeing me
So many nights at the bottom, swore I was ET
My mama beat me, mu'fuck a degree
I chose both pills—my thoughts 3D
And often I probably come off so off the deep beat
That a lil' nigga like me gotta keep at least two or three BPs
In the blunt, they're off a DP as the rain pops off of these street
And the pain pops me another one to the brain
I let the strain do what you can't, I know it's hard out tryna reach me, huh
I'm battling addiction, I'm peeping premonitions
I'm clutching on my last dollars, I'm stretching common sense
A pressure point a keeper so I question my existence
Be assessing my involvement, second-guessing my deliverance
Lord, Ezekiel take the wheel, I'm flying in the young
Out of luck, out of hope to fuck up
So motherfuck a time limit, I'ma take what's mine, nigga
Ha—now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"
Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us
Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter
And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up
[Outro]
If you want to act up
If you want to act up
Come, act up
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D/vision
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JID
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
Radar, sonar, laser beams
Jets, tanks, submarines
Megathons, H-bombs, napalm, ga—
[Verse 1]
I got the shit you could light with a lighter
Fuck a lighter, I could light on the stove
Dark at night, I'll drop a log on the fire
Wander in the woods out in the cold
I got the shit you could play for your mama
I got the shit you could play for the hoes
I got the shit you could sell to the trappers
In Decatur with the K and the Colt
I know some rappers that—how I'ma say this?
I know some rappers who paid but broke
Lotta money but you played your soul
You played yourself, you played the role
I got some niggas who down the street
Some of my niggas been down the road
Lost a nigga that was down with me
You know what they say, it rains, it pours
[Chorus]
It rains, it pours
(Ooh, we have a penalty flag thrown at the thirty yard line)
(Personal foul, unsportsmanlike conduct, number six on the defense, fifteen) It rains, it pours
It rains, it pours (Look, okay)
[Verse 2]
They got the shit they could pull out
I know it could blow out a back, yeah
They got the cure, it's the vax
Facts, you know where it's at
They put the money, the crack in a sack
They got the axis, they got the Atlas, they got the map
I got a real, real, real bad bitch
I just told her to come to the back (Oh man)
They got the people in office
The crackers that had us in chains
They made the law, they goin' hard
Dang, they even started a gang
How you gon' win at a losable game?
Make a change, man, niggas say the same thing
Every day, complain in the sunshine
Or the cloud rain, but won't lift a finger
End the danger, niggas been endangered
Been indentured, now my niggas got business ventures
With my .9, I'm like ten Avengers
Snap a finger, I could end Avengers
Rapper? Singer? No, killer, nigga
You a copper, you a nigga killer, woah
[Outro]
It rains, it pours
It rains, it pours (Ooh, we have a penalty flag thrown at the thirty-yard line)
(Personal foul, unsportsmanlike conduct)
It rains, it pours
(Number 6 on the defense)
It rains, it pours
[Part II]
[Intro]
Man will understand, man (Oh, shit)
And man will understand, man (Fuck, yeah)
And, man will understand
I live in harmony and peace (Uh)
And the sun will once again rise up in the East (See)
[Verse]
Somebody told me when I was small
That the pride cometh right before the fall
God's son died for us all
So for mine, I'm running through a wall
Lost the battle, it's still a war
I'ma steal the cattle, then burn the farm
We could travel but the journey long
I prefer we get a lil' murder on
Drop a top on your convertible
How we feelin' should concern you
We been speakin' but ain't never been heard
So now we screamin' at you word-for-word
Everything a nigga learned gotta burn
My lil' nigga in a hearse, I was hurtin'
Fuck a rap and fuck a verse, I could blurt
Tryna see how many urns I could earn
Are you entertained or are you concerned?
I'd be afraid, I'd be in church
I'd say a prayer, I pray I say, I say àṣẹ
They play like God, no play-by-play
We take our charge, we take our place
It'll take our hearts, it'll take our faith
But we need a majority to make shit shake
I'ma get me a quarter, I'ma get in a car
And I'ma get on a call and go state-by-state
And I'm picking the target, then I'm picking them off
Better be Beyoncé if you say my name
Orange ambient sunlight and daylight savings might save a nigga life
It ain't never too bright to broad day a nigga
Night time vampires and they'll slay a nigga
Slide like landslides and you can take they slide
I'm a canine, stray in the pack
Lookin' for Jiddy, he stay in the back
Crackin' the whip, whippin' the crack
Just like them crackers had did to the Blacks
Just if they thought I was finished attacking
A beast awoken, I appear like the Kraken
They inferior, in fear when I'm rappin'
But I ain't rappin', this is spiritual
Shed a tear or two'll cure it and miracles happen, huh
Mirror, mirror, why the fuck is you laughing?
Be a dear, let me volunteer 'cause I'm not in fear
I'ma jump in the action (Ooh)
Oh shit, it's getting weird
Nah, shit is weird, where the hell is heaven on this hemisphere?
If them bitches said it, I'ma end it here
If we come together, we could send a message
But I know they never gonna lend an ear
So I got a method, one, do you better
Do you one better
Bet you won't do it, let's bet I will
Collect my stones, ho, collect my gems
Protect my stronghold, respect my shield
Until I'm long gone but while I'm here
I can snap my fingers, they'll disappear (Boom)
[Outro]
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
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Raydar
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JID
|
[Intro]
Hasta luego, I'm finna break
[Verse 1]
All of my, all of my life
I been chasing a check and I never get it
Been around it, seen it, never had it
Mama, daddy, whole family, broke family
I'ma get it, told 'em I'll fuckin' handle it
And murder the game so the service candlelit
Emergency lane and I'm swerving, damaging the whip
But shit, fuck it, I'm fucking vanishing
Had to get out of Atlanta for a little minute
You know that there's madness in the fuckin' city
I thought it was love here
I thought I was good, I'm stuck in the mud here
I'm looking for drugs
I'm looking for big butts with the good hair
Or a ten-piece hot lemon pepper sprinkled
Fries crinkled, that's the lingo
If that's your girlfriend, she acting single
I caught the pass like I'm Ochocinco
I hit the gas down ocho cinco, like 85
It's like 8 or 9 'o clock, my nine cocked
If you on my guap, I won't stop 'til that boy go pop
They won't stop 'til they boy like Pac
They just pop 'til they brain fall out (Damn)
They never know what I be talking about
I only do it 'cause they never really talking about it
Bout it, bout it, turn the music louder, louder
How the fuck did anyone assume the God
The Son, the Son of God, the runnin' from the money
Bleed the blood just like the money, it's not Jumanji
I'm the doom that damned the dungeon
I'm the spoon that fed the hungry
Stand for something, fall for nothing, all or nothing
Y'all niggas balling, huh?
Just to find out that shit is all for nothing
[Pre-Chorus 1]
I been going crazy, somebody pray for me
Take a second, take a knee
It'll mean everything, it'll mean everything to me
[Chorus]
I tell 'em to get out the way, I'm finna take it to 'em
Hasta luego, we finna make a move
Give me a break, what is you saying to 'em?
Give me the 'K, I'm finna spray the room
I'm finna spray the room (Shit, uh, okay)
[Verse 2]
Ok, everybody rich, everybody skraight, yeah, everybody ballin'
I never had shit, mind over matter, outside, I can't call it
All my niggas finna get a job, or they already got it
Couple trapping, couple catching bodies
Please don't come to East Atlanta, shawty
With your bullshit and your flex cap tryna' juug shit
Nah nigga, you'se a good lick, be a good guy, you a good kid
Never really understood this
But it's probably not for me to understand
I just played the cards I was fucking handed
And dealt with it like a fucking man
You my nigga then you my nigga then
Then we stick together like we Huck and Finn
We gon' get the chicken while we fucking hens
Don't let any nigga come fuck up the plan
If we gotta ride, well then, fuck it, then
If a nigga die, it got out of hand
If I touch the sky then my other guys
Recognize, must avenge
Jeopardize, I publicize, justified
When we busted in, were you terrified?
Was it televised when them rebel guys started busting heads
Over what a nigga said or do to JID?
These the crazy niggas that I grew up with
In the shady city that I grew up in
They ain't doin' shit, but they doin' shit
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hasta luego, I gotta get up away from here
Hoping that somebody pray for me
Telling you it'll mean everything
Everything you know what I mean
There's no working no emergency
I don't wanna be a burden, yeah
I just really hope you love a nigga when he's hurting
[Chorus]
I tell 'em get out the way, I'm finna take it to 'em
Hasta luego, we finna make a move
Give me a break, what is you saying to 'em
Give me the 'K, I'm finna spray the room
I'm finna spray the room
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Hasta Luego
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JID
|
[Verse 1]
My girl booty soft and it's shaped like a skrawberry
Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury
Carry all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer
Bury all of my sins, staring out of the Benz
Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone with the wind
Gone with the pretty long heiress with the fairest skin
Yelling in her face, and she repeat it like a parrot and
Apparently, she gone keep yelling at me, I'ma never win
Where your ass was at when I was sleeping on the couch
And in the whip?
Probably with another nigga, on another nigga dick
I'm on another tip, my skin so tint, strength on strength
One on ten against me, I won't break, I don't bend
Watch your statements, guard your chin
Guard your heart, guard your light
Find your zen, mind your lightness
You doing without cause you ain't looking within
But if you ever in doubt, give this a spin
[Chorus]
Yeah, for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war
Baby girl, I'm your soldier
But trippin' like this, back and forth, wonder who gon' hold you (Who's gon')
Everybody needs somebody to hold them down (I said)
Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
[Verse 2]
Check, look, cool
I mean shawty had relations that we never could speak about
You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out
And then she had a man who used to beat her
So she told me she wanted out
Got a couple abortions, now that pussy's a haunted house
Now her heart cold, Antartica, Siberia
Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria
Change, she feel pain, strain, built-up anger
From dealing with a dickhead, putting her life in danger
I understand, it's times that you go through your women things
And sometimes can't gauge clearly on what you be thinking
I swear I got your back and got the tab on what you drinking
You ain't gotta move a finger or pinky when we linking
Whatever keeps your boat afloat or ship sinking
From loose lips of side women stepping out of position
Breaking out of a system, prison
Parallelogram, shaping the prism, stop signs never stopped I
Let's be realistic, I been trying to get in touch with my senses
And be better to my sisters
But niggas think that you feminine when you sensitive
My homegirl rap, and she feminist
Hold it down for the women, I call her "Feminem"
Tell 'em how you really feel headass
'Cause ass shots are dead ass and fake tits been around, we gas it
Girl, you perfect without that makeup or the plastic surgery
I'ma tell you how it is like Ron Burgundy
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Skrawberries
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JID
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[Chorus]
Yeah, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch (Yeah)
The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth (Damn)
[Verse 1]
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss (Damn)
Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley
Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies (Damn)
Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathy (Damn)
Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy? (Damn)
Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy (Damn)
My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy (Damn)
Caught one nigga then caught fifteen (Damn)
I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen (Damn)
Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big cream (Damn)
Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance (Damn)
'Cause if I'on succeed, I probably proceed violence (Damn)
Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobody
No team and no posse, you can catch it like Shockey (Damn)
King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie (Damn)
Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me (Damn)
[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch (Damn)
The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth (Damn)
[Interlude]
You ain't used to hustle, bro
Yeah, get that shit how you live
We on a trade for a trade
I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean?
I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it
[Verse 2]
So part of the reason I be so hard on my people
We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in
I be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum
Ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D
Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be
I could be out of my mind, thinking logically
No apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnly
That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me
Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me
Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers
Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers
You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us
They still double-dribble, we going for triple-doubles
Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us
Probably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with us
Wait (Nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout, homes?)
[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch (Damn)
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth (Damn)
[Verse 3]
Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em
Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existence
I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get it
Them niggas was thinking that it was just a wrap for the kid
One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid
Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on Apostle Paul
So pay the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls
You couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideology
This the Odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me
Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers
The flow is like a fluent influenza going through the motion
So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and they other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies
It kinda is 'cause they shooting, kind of shit is you moving?
Shit I'm pushing empower the people, life where I grew up
Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupid is as stupid does, stupid shit
Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen cleanse my many sins
The irony, the iron can straighten out any wrinkle in existence
Ripple in time triple my eyes, realistically sick in the mind
Sick in the head, wish I was dead
Sick on a med, -dicted, my lead
Sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell, eh
[Outro]
Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a— (Damn)
Okay, I told motherfuckers I— (Damn)
Bitch
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LAUDER
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JID
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[Intro]
Gotta bring it to you cowards, y'all wanted it
Cowards, and it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas–
Yeah, uh, look
[Verse 1]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sick 'em
Fall victim to a gun brawl, started over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given
The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hip, talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone-6, five fingers with the "Suck my dick"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip
Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red, rum sippin', they ain't cut like this, momma said
[Chorus]
"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan
[Interlude]
Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't
It's gon' be so bad
When the girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious, Rosalyn went in
No, Rosalyn said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside"
Exactly, exactly
That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault
For real? No no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Look, uh
[Verse 2]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You believe I bleed, then draw blood
I'm a fuckin' artiste, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom
But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak
I ain't worried that that bullshit leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk through the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't packin' the door
Crackin' the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin' no more, come on (Uh okay)
[Bridge]
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, how about you?
[Verse 3]
Look, uh, I do it for Royal and Rosalyn, Rachel and Carl
Izzy, Precious, Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (Hey)
Izzy athletic as fuck, All-American star, hard head
Scholarship at a school in New Orleans
On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (Hey)
Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead
Gotta stay on point like a marksman
Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching
Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state
Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes
Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee
Handed a diploma, all the Routes say, "Hooray"
Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet
Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray?
I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section
With the football team and a couple other professionals
It sound cool but really, this a confessional (Hey)
Twenty minutes in it, Precious and 'nem went to the restroom
Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out
They ain't even tell us what that shit was about
All I really seen from the big VIP couch
Was a nigga swing, and hit my sister right in the mouth
The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out
But fuck that, the whole team bust that motherfucker down
Now we fighting in the street, it's like ten against twenty-three
I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything
Bing, bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring
Ros' got a bitch doing the hair weave sling
So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing
Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream
And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans
And all the people start police-calling
Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines
To Saltine crackers that wanna shackle us in chains (Hey)
Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six
Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain
But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame?
We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud and ashamed
Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade
Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin'
[Chorus]
"When you fall down, stand up, get the bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
What happened? What happened? What happened?
We came in the club
We're talking, we go in the restroom
I go in the bathroom, open the door
"Dang B, you could've said sorry"
Ros' said, "B, you ain't gotta say all that, it ain't that serious"
And she was all, "Oh, it's that serious because you were in the bathroom"
Ros' said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside"
Taj, she opened the door, Rosalyn said "Roof"
I said, "Okay, we fighting"
Damn, she was in the stall
Oh the stall door
Yeah, she was peeing, girl, she pulled her pants up
She opened the door and received it (Rosalyn met her)
Ayy, you know what?
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Crack Sandwich
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JID
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[Intro]
Our offense is awesome, our defense dominate
We got that winning combination
To what? To regulate
Offense is awesome (Forever)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
2007, Cole dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit the league if my growth spurt come in, on my mom
2009, bro dropped The Warm Up
I was in warm-ups playin' Weezy
And Yukimi, Little Dragon, flame breathin' the weed
Patrick had the studio dorm room next to me
I freestyled ovеr his beats
My nigga Keese transferrеd in from Tennessee
He's a receiver, I played DB like Aqib
Snatch a nigga chain, Talib
Talib Kweli, I could be lyrically, but I put on cleats
Scribbled lines goin' through my mind like a paper piece
While I covered three, playin' nickel, doin' safety reads, watch the flats
I can rap, but I rather tackle and pedal back
Get a pick when my growth spurt hit (It don't matter 'bout the size, it's in here, man)
I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap
I got 'Freshman Player of the Year' and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
And on campus I heard about a couple rappers from Atlanta (Earthgang!)
Said them niggas was snappin', maybe we could make somethin' happen and shit
I wasn't serious enough to even be curious
And we lose like every game, so every day I be furious
So, the spirit of a nigga had changed
To the point I had to reframe and focus my skills for other things
I took the steel wheel, I'm steerin' in other lanes
But my fuel on low and my oil need to be changed
Amongst all the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my mom
And dad probably get mad, actin' lame some times
[Verse 2]
Uh, look
The Sideline Story came out September of 2011
Ib said around that time:
We was huntin' for a record, under lots of pressure
Just combine the leverage with a better effort
You could find a sound to get us out the underground forever
Maybe you can bless a little brown effervescent kid
Youngest of seven from the six, eight sections
Section.80 dropped, yeah, we used to play that shit to death
And if I recollect correct, you tried to sign him for yourself
All the while I was round my out of town college, wildin' out
Restaurants, Destin dinin', dashin', call it dinin' out
Fuckin' bitches, 'posed to be in class, but I was hiding out
My friends take a little shot, smoke a lot of cannabis, coolest nigga on the campus
Now a nigga skippin' practices, and actin' like a rock star
Going from in the dorm to in the car, leavin' the football field
But fuck that, we still sorry, and the problems from the home front
On my home screen callin' me, I don't wanna answer
My brother Carl hit me, said my granny had cancer
I'm 'posed to graduate and make my way back to Atlanta
No job, no money or nothin' from ballin'
Because between that and school, that was really all
And maybe here's the back that broke the camel with the straw
I wasn't on camera with them amateurs that they saw
But they said they still caught me and my dawgs stealin' boxes
Like Craig on his day off
Called us in the office day before we 'posed to walk, uh
Called a squad car, a couple officers
I know bro was finna tell, he was lookin' nauseous
Now I'm sittin' in a cell, nigga double crossed us
Crossed me off the list for scholarship because I lost it
No more football, my red-shirt senior season, exhausted, so I'm off it
And I'm right back in Atlanta with a half a gram of weed
And a gold Pontiac that my granny had bought for me
I was sleepin' in the back, my dad kicked me in the streets
When he saw my neck tatted, then I told him I was rappin'
Fuck school, no goin' back, he said
If I can not follow his rules, just go and pack
Told you he be actin' lame some times
[Interlude]
This my son, he came from these nuts
This negro come back from school
All tatted up like the Sistine Chapel
Talkin' 'bout he ain't playin' football no more
Because he know he ain't goin' pro (Hey, it's a stamina that you left the house with)
But he left on a full scholarship to go to school and get a degree
Because we taught education was the number one thing
Anyway (Every one of you gon' be like your oldest brother)
He came back, determined to do what he was determined to do
And I know because he, he is, who he is, we taught him
Hey, whatever you do, put your full self into it
So he did that, anyway (Do it your best, damn what other people want)
He's back home, I ain't with that
So I'm sayin' "Hey, you got to go to work"
And he sayin' "Hey, this is my job, what I'm about to do"
So I'm like "Hey man, some times you got to work (Or don't be a partner)
To do what you really wanna do"
We went through this whole brain wrestle
But anyway, he won (I'm standing by you)
He decided that "Hey dad, I'm puttin' this thing, I'm doin' this
This is my job" and he committed to it
And hey, the rest is history (You can do anything that you want to do)
I'm lookin' at him, I believe in him
I know what was in him
All him and his brothers and sisters
They all got the same mindset
Do your best, give a hundred percent or don't do it at all
So, I know whatever he put his all into, it was gon' be golden
Anyway
[Verse 3]
Look
March 10th, 2017, The Never Story dropped
And I'm comin' off of tour with ****
That was three years after openin' up for Ab-Soul
But it's EARTHGANG's set, I only came to do a song
DoeBurger used to say "Ayy bro, this lil' nigga cold
Keep on doin' what you doin', you gon' make it, you 'gon blow"
I ain't know that Ced had went ahead and played my shit for Cole
But I knew he knew the game, and he pulled up to his show
And then that's where we first met, but I ain't think of it no more
'Til Ced Brown said that I should open up for Omen on my own shit, if I wanted
Only four cities, maybe we get Rob Gibbs on the phonin', I got to hone in
In the game grown men uncomfortable in they own skin
But all I wanted was a chance
It feel like I'm in a mannequin challenge
Still stance, but I'm still standin'
'Til my nigga lend a hand and I'm no longer stranded
Lookin' for strengths in the streets of East Atlanta
Momma said "Don't take advice, they gon' try and take advantage"
I was 'bout to sign with Coach K, I ain't take the advance
Cole say "Hold on, wait, bro, I got the plan
So come on, damn, lil nigga, come on, shit, let's roll, fuck"
[Outro]
Shsh, yo, that's crazy
That's crazy, yo JID, I remember
I remember you came to the crib
You remember this? After we had met
And I told you and EARTHGANG to pull up
To the crib in Carolina, it's the studio house
I wasn't on no shit, like "Yo, I'm tryna do some Dreamville shit with y'all", nah
It wasn't no talk of no deal, I didn't even know if I wanted to sign niggas
I just knew I, y'all was dope, I fuck with you
Just pull up, let's see what the vibe is like, let's work
In my mind, if something happen, it happen
If not, then cool, niggas just got a chance to link and kick it
But while we was there, the thing that I noticed off rip
I said, "Oh, this nigga want it, this nigga really want it"
That look in your eye, nigga, I know that look
I know that look too well
But a lot of niggas want it
The thing I noticed about you my nigga, off rip
"This nigga don't just want it, he willin' to do the work that it takes to get it"
And that's the difference, that's the separator
That's the difference between the niggas that never get what they want
And the niggas whose names ring out forever
Forever
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2007
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JID
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[Intro]
Hey, we really need to talk
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Want me to tell you the truth? (Want me to tell you the truth, no, woah)
What you expect me to say? (What you expect me to say, nah, nah)
'Cause if we keeping it true ('Cause if we keeping it true, nah, nah)
It's probably never gon' change (It's never gon', ooh-woah, woah)
But I guess it's hereditary, baby, why you playing with my heart?
It's hereditary, girl, you was just playing from the start, yeah (Yeah)
Shit, but if you let me explain, shit (Never gon', ooh-woah, woah)
[Verse 1]
I shouldn't let you explain, you should just let me explain
I see the games you be playing, it's really ice in your veins
It's kinda fucking insane, argue and power exchange?
I guess I'm out of my lane, I know I'm losing my brain
But, I know it's hereditary, baby, 'cause your mama was a G
And your daddy wasn't there so you be tryna play with me, yeah (Yeah)
Shit, but, but that ain't the wave, yeah (But that ain't the wave)
But if I'm keeping it true, I know why I be this way now (Now)
We don't speak, we sit, eat food faced down (Face down)
We don't sleep no more, we need space now (Space now)
She gon' leave and go and find her a bae now
Ouch, ouch, that's pain, yo, oh, so painful
Trying to change, just let me die in the rainfall
I can't save her if she don't want to be saved, how
Please, God, do something for me, God
She cut me deep just to see if I'ma bleed out
I know this ain't what I need, but who's to say what I need?
What you say to your demons?
What you say when your heart is walking away with your feelings?
Ahhh, but didn't you know I tried, tried, tried, tried
Tried to be the guy in your life?
But you tied my soul, spirit, and mind
Been doing this all your life (This all your life)
[Bridge]
The fuck you want me to say? (What you want me to say)
And if I'm keeping it true (And if I'm keeping it true)
It's probably never gon' change, no (It's prolly never gon' change, no)
But I guess it's hereditary baby, why you playing with my heart?
It's hereditary, girl, you could've said this from the start, yeah (Said it from the start, yeah)
But, but ain't that a waste?
A big fucking waste of time
A big fucking waste of time, yeah
[Verse 2]
Uh, okay, I remember all the better days (Oo)
Used to spend a hella lot of time (Ooo)
Guessing something had got in the way (Oo)
Guessing I was probably out of line (Ooo)
Then you said, "Don't speak to me" (Oo)
I'd be like, "Okay, it's fine" (Ooo)
That's just gon' prolong the fight (Oo)
Know that we said that if one of us upset (Oo)
Then we just not gon' sleep tonight, aw, damn
Man, this shit has turned all bad
Call Mama, call Dad, call Izzy, call Precious, call Pat (Oo)
Shit, it's like she spit in my face (It's like she spit on my face)
And now the world's fallin' down on me
And I can't handle the weight (Handle the weight)
But I'm finna get medicated, maybe it'll take the pain away
A relationship will make you have a fucking revelation (A relevation)
Uh, bu-but, but that ain't a waste, no (A waste)
It's never been a waste of time, (It never been a waste of time, no) a waste of time, waste of time, (Uh,) what a waste of time
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Want me to tell you the truth? (Want me to tell you the truth, no, woah)
What you expect me to say? (What you expect me to say, nah, nah)
'Cause if we keeping it true ('Cause if we keeping it true, nah, nah)
It's probably never gon' change (It's never gon', ooh-woah, woah)
But I guess it's hereditary, baby, why you playing with my heart?
It's hereditary, girl, you was just playing from the start, yeah (Yeah)
Shit, but if you let me explain, shit (Never gon')
It's prolly never, ooh-woah
[Outro]
Hey, we really need to talk
But, of course, you never answer your phone
I just don't think this relationship is working out
You never make time for me
You never show me off
You just never make me feel special
I mean, I want to work things out, but I would need you to change first
And we both know, that will never happen
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Hereditary
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JID
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[Intro]
Cole, you stupid
[Verse 1]
Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me
You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me
Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please
I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea
God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me
Niggas ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me
And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you but I know these ain't your kind of people
I finally bought a home to raise my family
I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomiеs
I tried to call your phone again, you said, "It wasn't on"
And by the timе you got my letter, I was long gone
[Pre-Chorus]
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos, platinum and gold
You know how this shit go when family's gone
You don't know what you here for, uh
[Chorus]
Just remember, remember who I am
Mommies, daughters, models, callers
Ballers, fathers, all have fallen
Mommies, daughters, models, callers
Ballers, fathers, all have fallen
[Verse 2]
Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame
You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game
'Cause soon as niggas get a little change, niggas change
And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain
You heard this song and said I did the same thing
You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized
And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen
Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets
I'm on the wrong track, road back, fuck it, I'm hittin' it
On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough
She know she happy that we doin' better than before
As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul
I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in that megaphone
Said, "I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on"
I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself
Asked questions, choices, destination, courses
Highways, routes, Royces rollin' voices
Goin' on and on and on, it's noisy
I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind
And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds
That combine with misogynistic mindsets
Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest
I tossed that mindset overboard like an object
I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects
'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor
And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore
And show my niggas somethin' we ain't never seen before
Open doors, so you know I'm goin'
[Bridge]
Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way
Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way
[Verse 3]
Look, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit
To let it challenge my integrity
But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me
The lesson in this shit is we should talk face to face, fuck the messagin'
Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin
Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies
Stunt like my dad, I'm a druggie
Money in my hands but it's bloody
Try to understand if you love me, ayy
Make plans, we can roll like the old days
FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face
We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, "Are you okay?"
Somebody fuckin' with you? I'm on the way
It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case
Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family
And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings
And ever since I start rappin', I ain't never in Atlanta too long
And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen
Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone
Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong
Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home
October, November, December was gone
But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom
I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?
I could be on the way soon as I finish this song
So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'
And I don't fuck with the Devil but I know he pursuin'
And I know that Jesus died, thirty-three, like Ewing
And he prolly did the same shit that we like doin'
I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'
It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that
Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you—
[Outro]
We're sorry, you have reached a number that is— (Aw)
That's fucked up (That's fucked, that's fucked, man, that's right)
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Sistanem
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JID
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
Oh, woah, woah, woah
Look, uh
[Verse 1]
Baby girl, have faith in a nigga without a job
And let a nigga stay at your place
Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke nigga dick? Baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce
And Gabbana, baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist (And I'm sensitive about my shit)
I been tryna make it on my grind, I'm takin' what is mine
I'm racin' with the time
I been tryna make it at my hardest, makin' it a promise
Chasin' with my heart in it
I just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocket
Paintin', I'm an artist
I'm just tryna make it as an artist (And I'm sensitive about my shit)
I just gotta make it
[Chorus]
Heavy way to hold the head and notice
Just a long and cold and scary
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm preparеd (Look-look-look-look-look, uh)
Will you be there? (Look, uh)
[Verse 2]
Evеrybody wanna come and hang with the stars
Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars
A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R
You don't even believe in Jesus wearin' Christian Dior
You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR?
You out of control, P-O-W-E-R
Went to the head and now you doin' bodily harm
On the meds and nobody wanna say
Because they scared to lose a gig
But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JID, kid
I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne
I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K
And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal
Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills
Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel
Was still in apartments, stealin' and starvin'
Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars
And I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceilin'
Pause for a minute (Wait)
Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks
Are you really in it for the arts or the image?
Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?
It's part of all you are, and all you isn't
[Chorus]
Heavy way to hold the head and notice (Trust your vision)
Just a long and cold and scary (Trust your vision)
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm prepared
Will you be there?
[Part II]
[Intro]
And now, a word from our ancestors
Man, I, I like these new slaves
[Verse]
Your chain hangin', bling swingin', back breakin'
But it's gleamin', problem posture, double cup leanin'
Slide, slouchin' tiger, pimpin' dragon on swagger
VVS is very vertebrae snappin', lights flashin'
A manicured appearance concealin' the shattered spirit
Jinn sneerin' out the paradox prism
The palace as the prison, retail religion
Red carpet constriction, the freedom is the fiction
As niggas raised specific is race really existin'
Man, get the bag, you're trippin'
Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this
Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list, bitchless
Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front
But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold hearts
Tax man like the Taliban and ISIS
No relation to class of Osiris
Kissin' cousins 'til the climbin' gas prices kill a climate
Yikes-es, sucker, mean muggin', who the nicest?
A promised death known is what they life is
Bey tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typist
They touch too tiny to the titan, YA-S-double I-N
Conquerin' lion out the liar, seek the garden, flee the fire
[Outro]
One, two, three, four
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Stars
|
JID
|
[Chorus]
I been so down on my luck and stuff ain't lookin' up
I need somethin' that's takin' me higher
And maybe I'm outta touch in a rush
And life been kickin' my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it's when I'm spillin' my guts
Know you don't trust me or love me, you steady you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me, you can't be
I need for somethin' to save me 'cause, little baby, I'm tired
Yeah
[Verse 1]
How you gon' dump me and then leave wit' my hoodie?
And you ain't comin' back, give me back my hoodie
And now you tryna make a scene at the movies
You really wanna act, bitch, we at the movies
I want my money back, I'm leavin' for goodie
And I get aggy, don't even wanna be here
And you get mad 'cause you don't even wanna leave here
And now it's bad 'cause we ain't even seen the previews
And now she mad, takin' shit to social media
And I just need you to tell me how you feelin'
And I just need you to come at me wit' real shit
Botherin' people 'cause we fightin' in the dark, yeah
We ain’t gotta leave but we gon' sit a seat apart (Yeah)
Uh, tears in the bucket of fuck-its
Fightin' and fuckin' and tusslin' and fightin' and fuckin'
Lovin', lovin' unless you lucky
I fuck wit' you because you real and you beautiful
But still, starin' at the screen only thinkin' how I feel
For real
I wanna share my popcorn wit' you
'Cause I won't eat the whole thing
But you still got an issue
And I been tryna sip yo' drink, meet the kid in the middle
But naw, movie over, she just goes to the car
Pull off, she drove, didn't open the door
So cold, outside
And ya boy need a ride
Oh God, it's really a problem
And I'm so tired of
[Chorus]
I been so down on my luck and stuff ain't lookin' up
I need somethin' that's takin' me higher
And maybe I'm outta touch in a rush
And life been kickin' my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it's when I'm spillin' my guts
Know you don't trust me or love me, you steady you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me, you can't be
I need for somethin' to save me 'cause, little baby, I'm tired
Yeah, I'm tired, baby
[Verse 2]
Hey, how you gon' leave wit' yo number on my phone bill? (Bill)
Look inside yo' wallet you got one bill (Bill)
Never got a job but you want chill (Chill)
Girl, that shit is unreal (Unreal)
I'm feelin' a little sluggish
You think I'm entertainin' all the rubbish
It's a no from me, dawg
I guess I gotta let you free fall
Flippin' through my shit like we in a gym, naw
I'm talkin' my shit 'cause I'm off the Hen', dawg
If I, uh
There ain't nothin' left to admire
I been listenin' to Mýa like woah
Don't you let the love turn to pyro
How you let it drag on? Spyro
Goin' 'em at Matt Ryan, spirals
I'm seein' Z after Z after Z
He, wait, who after me, huh? (Huh?)
Wait, don't actually explain nothin', I don't wanna know
I'm tired every time I come home
She all alone, it ain't my fault
I'm livin' life, she in the dark (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't got no bite, a lot of bark
I clear the room, so we can talk
[Chorus]
I been so down on my luck and stuff ain't lookin' up
I need somethin' that's takin' me higher
And maybe I'm outta touch in a rush
And life been kickin' my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it's when I'm spillin' my guts
Know you don't trust me or love me, you steady you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me, you can't be
I need for somethin' to save me 'cause, little baby, I'm tired
[Verse 3]
Tired (Tired)
That makes two of us
I'm a liar (Liar)
Where's the truth in that?
I can't figure how you run your mouth
You been so down on your luck, and stuff ain't lookin' up
You need somethin' that's takin' you higher
Maybe you're out of touch in a rush
And life been kickin' your butt, but that ignited your fire
And baby, it's when you're spillin' your guts
You don't trust me, love me, steady call me a liar
Oh baby, you really hate me, you can't be
You need for somethin' to save you
'Cause, little baby, you tired
Tired
[Outro]
Public service announcement
Niggas ain't shit
(Niggas ain't shit but a tongue and a dick)
Hey
(Niggas ain't shit but a) What? (And a dick)
Okay
Niggas ain't shit but a tongue and a dick
(He ask me where I'm at like I owe him shit)
Period
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Tiiied
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JID
|
[Intro]
Mmm-mmm, mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm
Oh, woah
[Chorus]
And if I'm tryna tell the truth, it's all bad (All bad, all bad)
'Cause if you looking for the proof, it's all there (All there)
Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
You can't handle the truth, (You can't handle the truth) you can't handle it (You can't handle it), ah-ahh
And if I'm tryna tell the truth, it's all bad (It's all bad, all bad)
'Cause if you looking for the proof, it's all there (It's all there)
Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
You can't handle it, (You can't handle it) you can't handle the truth, no (You can't handle the truth, no)
[Verse 1]
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo
And if I'm trying to tell the truth, it's all bad
Huh, baby, do you love me? I know that you do
I been trying so hard, I know I gotta be real with you
Can't be playing with hearts, I know you feel like you feel it too (Feel it too)
I'm gon' step into the shade
I don't want the sun in my face, but I don't want to walk away
Without me saying what I have to say
But I been praying it's another way
But this like mayhem on my fucking brain
I gotta say, I'm finna go insane
Shame, shame, and I don't know what I can do (Fuck)
'Cause maybe your past guy
And maybe your last guy was probably just right for you
And baby, I can't fight the truth
Baby, I can't fight the truth
And baby, I can't fight with you, yeah
[Chorus]
And since I'm tryna tell the truth, it's all bad (All bad, all bad)
And since you looking for the proof, it's all there (All there)
Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
You can't handle the truth, (You can't handle the truth) you can't handle it (You can't handle it)
And since I'm tryna the truth, it's all bad (It's all bad, all bad)
And since you looking for the proof, it's all there (It's all there)
Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
You can't handle the truth (You can't handle the truth) you can't handle the truth (You can't handle the truth)
[Bridge 1]
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo
And since I'm tryna tell the truth
So tell me why you got to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie?
So tell me why you got to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie lie?
[Verse 2]
See I'ma call it off here
Boy this intuition ancient, oh
You ain't even really gotta say shit
I peep your in-the-cut shit, yeah, I'm a sharp motherfuck—er
No peace 'til we sleeping
We find reasons for deceiving
And then we both been keeping secrets
I remember when it felt like a dream (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I hope it's a blessed world
Though I bet your next girl won't tell you the truth–
Like I do
It's just we were coasting on a new high
You never let slip that hand on my hip
It was Heaven, it was bliss 'til it flipped right
I ain't finna lie to you though
I ain't finna cry, nevermind that you lied (Lied)
That you spilled milk all on my clothes (Fuck)
They say you reap what you sow
Lord knows that's some lies I've been told
Oooh, watch it grow
[Chorus]
And I done finally heard the truth, it's all bad (All bad, all bad)
I wasn't looking for the proof, but goddamn (Goddamn)
Come on baby, you should tell the truth, but baby fuck the truth
I can't handle it, (I can't handle it) you can't handle it
[Bridge 2]
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da (Ooh, ooh)
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da (Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (Ooh, ooh, doo-doo-doo-doo)
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
Da-duh-da, huh, hm
[Outro]
You got me extremely fucked up
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All Bad
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JID
|
[Intro]
Oh yeah, DJ Drama
[Chorus]
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I'm still going, gangster
I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
[Verse 1]
Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip
J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted
I'm finna hit the zip lick for zip-lock bags so keep your lip zipped
Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high as fuck in a minute, and that's a good bag
I got it from my Cali plug and she's a dentist
Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it, no look pass
That's too gassy, sulfuric acid, girl you nasty
Now the lips of this spliff is like wet as shit from your lipstick
You could just have it, but you still got a fatty
Still managing to come up with the magic in the true fashion
J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness (Madness)
Silly cockroaches don't forget the Glock is closer to me
So when you approach him or greet him do it with caution (Caution)
We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up
Stay away from them niggas tryna sneak Cosby in your cup
Told you one time, I ain't gon' do no molly with you but
You so fine, I'd try and do some molly off your bu-, heheheh
I ain't tryna sabotage your killer vibe
I made a joke so I can hide what it is I really feel inside
But in your mind, I be wildin' and I'm high out of my mind
[Interlude]
M-E-T-H
[Verse 2]
Ayy, look
Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up
My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough
They bad but that ain't good enough
They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in line, giving cookies up
Plug in my supply, need a jumper cable, why?
Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (Lie)
Who won't shush me up, I heard he got that fire
Gon' kush me up, I'm gone
Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky
Gon' look me up
She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking kushy in the jar
Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal
You's a rookie, I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car
I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed
'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect
Not upset, I ain't trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best
Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes
This not a bogie, you already know the smell
Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health
If you know me, then know that I already got some L's
Of some OG, so you can smoke that Reggie by yourself
[Chorus]
Ha, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
[Verse 3]
Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail
J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out
They studying the methods, tell them, "Class in sesh now"
I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out
Please babe don't you push me 'cause I'm off the edge, dawg
My sonics got me politicin' with them hedgehogs
You hooked up on my findings, I'm hooked on this chemdawg
I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald
Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back spazzin'
Chain too heavy, it's giving me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all pessim'
I rides the beat until it have a bargasm
Pregnant pause (Uh, uh)
Bitch I might shoot the club up
I'm way too raw, I'm going in without a rubber
I'm smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell
While I hold this Mac-11 screaming, "Fuck twelve"
[Chorus]
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (You can't tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's (Face L's)
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
I sit back and recline, and inhale
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell
When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's
[Outro]
Ride out
That's what you call generations, and generation now
Know that, J.I.D
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Hot Box
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JID
|
[Intro]
We're gonna skate to one song, one song only
Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
[Verse 1]
So I ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's fifty grand to a motherfucker like me? Can you please remind me?
(Ball so hard) This shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit faze me
The Nets could go 0 for 82
And I'd look at you like this shit gravy
(Ball so hard) This shit weird
We ain't even 'posed to be here
(Ball so hard) Since we here
It's only right that we'd be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael, take your pick
Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
(Ball so hard) Got a broke clock
Rollies that don't tick-tock
Audemars that's losing time
Hidden behind all these big rocks
(B-ball so hard) I'm shocked too
I'm supposed to be locked up too
You escaped what I escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
(B-ball so hard) Let's get faded
Le Meurice for like six days
Gold bottles, scold models
Spillin' Ace on my sick J's
(Ball so hard) Bitch, behave
Just might let you meet Ye
Chi-Town's D. Rose
I'm moving the Nets, BK
[Chorus]
Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
B-ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
[Verse 2]
She said, "Ye, can we get married at the mall?"
I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball"
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
(Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain't it, Jay?
(B-ball so hard) What she order, fish fillet?
(B-ball so hard) Your whip so cold, this old thing?
(Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever be around motherfuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch, she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French, but I'm in France, haha, I'm just sayin'
Prince Williams ain't do it right, if you ask me
'Cause I was him, I would have married Kate and Ashley
What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis, my killer?
What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest 'cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh
[Interlude]
I don't even know what that means
No one knows what it means, but it's provocative
No, it's not, it's gross
Gets the people going
[Chorus]
Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
B-ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me
[Outro]
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
These other niggas is lyin'
Actin' like the summer ain't mine
(I got that hot bitch in my home)
You know how many hot bitches I own?
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm 'bout to kill it
How you know? I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
(I'm definitely in my zone)
[Produced by Anthony Kilhoffer, Hit-Boy, Kanye West & Mike Dean]
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Niggas in Paris
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Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
You'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you (Yeah)
You'd steal the food right out my mouth and I'd watch you eat it
I still don't know why (Yeah)
Why I love it so much (Thanks for warning me; yeah)
Oh (Thanks for warning me; yeah)
You curse my name in spite to put me to shame (Yeah)
Hang my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, give it up for fame (Yeah)
But I still don't know why (Don't know why)
Why I love it so much (Thanks for warning me; yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Thanks for warning me; yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day, you're screamin' you love me loud
The next day, you're so cold
One day, you're here (Yeah), one day, you're there (Yeah)
One day, you care (Yeah), you're so unfair
Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over (Uh, uh; yeah)
Holy Grail
[Verse 1]
Uh, Blue told me remind you niggas, uh
Fuck that shit y'all talkin' 'bout, I'm the nigga, uh (Yeah)
Caught up in all these lights and cameras, uh
But look what that shit did to Hammer (Yeah), uh
Goddamn it, I like it
Bright lights is enticin'
But look what it did to Tyson
All that money in one night
Thirty mil' for one fight
But soon as all that money blows
All the pigeons take flight
Fuck the fame, keep cheatin' on me
What I do? I took her back
Fool me twice, that's my bad
I can't even blame her for that
Enough to make me wanna murder
Momma, please just get my bail
I know nobody to blame
Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
And we all just entertainers
And we're stupid and contagious (Yeah)
No, we all just entertaine—
[Chorus]
And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day, you're screamin' you love me loud
The next day, you're so cold
One day, you're here, one day, you're there
One day, you care, you're so unfair
Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over
Holy Grail (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Now I got tattoos on my body
Psycho bitches in my lobby
I got haters in the paper
Photo shoots with paparazzi (Yeah)
Can't even take my daughter for a walk
See 'em by the corner store
I feel like I'm cornered off
Enough is enough, I'm callin' this off (Yeah)
Who the fuck I'm kiddin' though?
I'm gettin' high, sittin' low
Slidin' by in that big body
Curtains all in my window (Yeah)
This fame hurt, but this chain worse
I think back you asked the same person
If this is all you had to deal with
Nigga, deal with, this shit ain't work
This light work, camera snappin', my eyes hurt
Niggas dyin' back where I was birthed
Fuck your iris and the IRS (Yeah)
Get the hell up off your high horse
You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours
Why you mad? Take the good with the bad
Or throw the baby out with that bath water
[Pre-Chorus]
You're still alive, still that nigga
Nigga, you survived, still gettin' bigger
Nigga, livin' the life, vanilla wafers in a villa
Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson's Thriller
[Chorus]
And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I just can't crack your code (Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
One day, you're screamin' you love me loud
The next day, you're so cold (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
One day, you're here, one day, you're there
One day, you care, you're so unfair (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over
Holy Grail (Yeah)
[Bridge]
You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it (Yeah)
And you take the blade right out my heart
Just so you can watch me bleed (Yeah)
And I still don't know why (Don't know why)
Why I love you so much (Yeah, thanks for warning me)
Yeah (Thanks for warning me)
(Yeah) And you play this game in spite to drive me insane (Yeah)
I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink
With guess whose name?
But I still don't know why (Yeah, don't know why)
Why our love is so much (Thanks for warning me; yeah)
Yeah (Thanks for warning me; yeah)
[Outro]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
(Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy grail, yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy grail, yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Holy, holy, holy)
Don't know why
[Produced by J-Roc, The-Dream & Timbaland]
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Holy Grail
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Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (Dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say "What up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga, I be spiked out (Come on), I could trip a referee (Come on)
Tell by my attitude (Come on) that I'm most definitely from
[Chorus]
In New York (Ayy, uh, yeah; aha)
Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah, okay)
Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha; uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Come on, okay)
Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG; uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh, I made you hot, nigga)
[Verse 2]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice, Cee-lo, Three Card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (Come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo (Come on), I'm from the Empire State, that's
[Chorus]
In New York (Ayy; uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good, okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
[Verse 3]
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
Or they could step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA (Come on) got you feelin' like a champion (Come on)
The city never sleeps (Come on), better slip you a Ambien
[Chorus]
In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
[Bridge]
One hand in the air for the big city (Oh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (Oh)
No place in the world that could compare (Nah)
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on)
[Chorus]
In New York (Uh, yeah, oh)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
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Empire State of Mind
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Jay-Z
|
[Produced By 88 Keys, Kanye West & Mike Dean]
[Chorus]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild
[Verse 1]
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the Colosseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rolling in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I'm hiding from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I'm wondering if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pius pious 'cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek?
All for Plato, screech
I'm out here balling, I know y'all hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
Preach
[Bridge]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me in through your encryption
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Coke on her Black skin made it stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there's permission
And deception is the only felony
So never fuck nobody without telling me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun coming up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard
Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattoos, one read, "No apologies"
The other said, "Love is cursed by monogamy"
That's something that the pastor don't preach
That's something that a teacher can't teach
When we die, the money, we can't keep
But we'll probably spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap
Preach
[Outro]
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
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No Church in the Wild
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway?
Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché
Who wants that hero love that saves the day anyway?
Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché
What about the bad guy goes good, yeah?
An innocent love I'm misunderstood, yeah?
Black hour glass, our glass
Toast to clichés in a dark past
Toast to clichés in a dark past
[Verse 1]
Boy meets girl, girl perfect woman
Girl get to bustin' before the cops come running
Chuck the deuces, chugging D'USSÉ, ugh
Fuck what you say, boys in blue say
[Bridge]
I don't care if we on the run
Baby, long as I'm next to you
(Uhuu)
And if loving you is a crime
Tell me why'd I bring out the best in you
Why
[Refrain]
I hear sirens while we make love
Loud as hell, but they don't know
They're nowhere near us
I will hold your heart and your gun
I don't care if they come, no
I know it's crazy but
[Chorus]
They can take me
Now that I found the places that you
Take me
Without you I got nothing to lose
[Verse 2]
I'm an outlaw, got an outlaw chick
Bumping 2Pac, on my outlaw shit
Matching tats, this Ink don't come off
Even if rings come off, if things ring off
My nails get dirty, my past ain't pretty
My lady is, my Mercedes is
My baby momma harder than a lot of you niggas
Keep it 100, hit the lottery niggas
You ain't about that life ain't gotta lie to me, nigga
You know it's till the death, I hope it's obvi to niggas
Ugh
Cross the line, speak about mine
I'ma wave this TEC, I'm a geek about mine
Touch a nigga where his rib at, I click clack
Push your mothafuckin' wig back, I did that
I been wilding since a juvi, she was a good girl
'til she knew me, now she is in the drop bustin' Uey's, screaming
[Verse 3]
Deeper than words, beyond right
Die for your love, beyond life
Sweet as a Jesus piece, beyond ice
Blind me baby with your neon lights
Ray Bans on, police in sight
Oh, what a beautiful death, let's both wear white
If you go to heaven and they bring me to hell
Just sneak out and meet me, bring a box of L's
She fell in love with the bad guy, the bad guy
What you doing with them rap guys, them rap guys
They ain't see potential in me girl, but you see it
If it's me and you against the world, then so be it
[Bridge]
I don't care if they give me life
I get all of my life from you
(Uhuu)
And if loving you had a price
I would pay my life for you
[Outro]
I don't care I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
No I swear I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
I don't care I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
No I swear I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
(Without you I got nothing to lose)
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Part II (On the Run)
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Skin is, skin is
Skin black, my skin is black
My, black, my skin is yellow
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
I like that second one
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
[Interlude]
O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J.," okay
[Verse 1]
House nigga, don't fuck with me
I'm a field nigga, with shined cutlery
Gold-plated quarters, where the butlers be
I'ma play the corners where the hustlers be
I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood
That your mama rentin'
Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood
That's how you rinse it"
I bought every V12 engine
Wish I could take it back to the beginnin'
I coulda bought a place in DUMBO before it was DUMBO
For like 2 million
That same building today is worth 25 million
Guess how I'm feelin'? Dumbo
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
[Interlude]
You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it
[Verse 2]
Financial freedom my only hope
Fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke
I bought some artwork for one million
Two years later, that shit worth two million
Few years later, that shit worth eight million
I can't wait to give this shit to my children
Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine
But I'm tryin' to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99
I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8
I turned my life into a nice first week release date
Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh?
Me and my niggas takin' real chances, uh
Y'all on the 'Gram holdin' money to your ear
There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah
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The Story of O.J.
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Do I find it so hard
When I know in my heart
I'm letting you down every day
Letting you down every day
Why do I keep on running away?
[Verse 1]
Look, I apologize, often womanize
Took for my child to be born, see through a woman's eyes
Took for these natural twins to believe in miracles
Took me too long for this song, I don't deserve you
I harassed you out in Paris
"Please come back to Rome, you make it home"
We talked for hours when you were on tour
"Please pick up the phone, pick up the phone!"
I said: "Don't embarrass me" instead of "Be mine"
That was my proposal for us to go steady
That was your 21st birthday
You matured faster than me, I wasn't ready
So I apologize
I seen the innocence leave your eyes
I still mourn its death and
I apologize for all the stillborns
'Cause I wasn't present, your body wouldn't accept it
I apologize to all the women whom I toyed with your emotions
'Cause I was emotionless
And I apologize 'cause at your best, you are love
And because I fall short of what I say I'm all about
Your eyes leave with the soul that your body once housed
And you stare blankly into space
Thinkin' of all the time, you wasted it on all this basic shit
So I apologize
[Chorus]
I'm never gonna treat you
I'm never gonna treat you like I should
Oh
[Verse 2]
I apologize
Our love was one for the ages and I contained us
And all this ratchet shit and we more expansive
Not meant to cry and die alone in these mansions
Or sleep with our back turned
We supposed to vacay 'til our backs burn
We're supposed to laugh 'til our heart stops
And then meet in a space where the dark stop
And let love light the way
Like the men before me, I cut off my nose to spite my face
I never wanted another woman to know
Something about me that you didn't know
I promised, I cried, I couldn't hold
I suck at love, I think I need a do-over
I will be emotionally available if I invited you over
I stew over; "What if—"
"You over my shit?"
[Verse 3]
And if my children knew
I don't even know what I would do
If they ain't look at me the same
I would prob'ly die with all the shame
"You did what with who?"
What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate?
"You risked that for Blue?"
If I wasn't a superhero in your face
My heart breaks for the day I have to explain my mistakes
And the mask goes away
And Santa Claus is fake
And you go online and see
For Blue's tooth, the tooth fairy didn't pay
[Chorus]
I'm never gonna treat you like I should
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4:44
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Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
[Chorus]
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
[Bridge]
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean, fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch, H-town
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around
[Verse 1]
Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian
It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck-all-y'all season
Piss Bordeaux and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling
When Hov's out, them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in, and
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes
I party with weirdos, yeah, Hov, yeah, Hov
[Chorus]
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
[Verse 2]
Hands down got the best flow, sound, I'm so special
Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know nothing 'bout Wayne Perry though
District of Columbia, guns on y'all Tumblrs
Fuck hashtags and retweets (Nigga)
Hundred and forty characters in these streets (Nigga)
Pardon my laughing, y'all only flagging on beats, nigga
Pardon my laughing, I happen to think you sweet
[Interlude]
Oh, man, homie, so throwed
[Outro]
Hold up
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
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Tom Ford
|
Jay-Z
|
[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin'
What I do through and through and
I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view
The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture
Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters
And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters
From botched robberies, niggas crouched over
Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown
When child support knocked, "No, he's not around"
Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down
I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round
Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt
[Verse 2]
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits?
But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha)
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?
I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga
And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a
[Chorus]
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
[Verse 3]
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver
Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me
I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan, my pops left me
And often my mama wasn't home
Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up
Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
[Verse 4]
See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as
A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today
See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie"
While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter
Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin'
[Chorus]
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
(Anything?), anything (Anything)
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Renegade
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Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
"A little over a year ago I was in bondage. And now I'm back out here, reaping the blessings, and getting the benefits that go along with it. Everything that's out here for kings like us. The reason why we like this—this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff—they don't understand, it's because we really from Africa. And that's where all this stuff come from. And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying? So don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things. It's in our genes, know what I'm saying? We just don't all know our history, so…"
[Chorus]
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me, you know I got it
[Verse 1]
I just landed in Europe, nigga
Shoppin' bags, I'm a tourist, nigga
Money talk, I speak fluent, nigga
Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga
Look at me, I'm pure, nigga
I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga
I don't bop, I do the money dance
My bitch whip cost a hundred grand
[Bridge]
Red vert, you see me slide
Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it
Sexy bitch, I know she 'bout it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
[Verse 2]
Hov just landed in Rome, nigga
All hail, Caesar's home, niggas
Cent'anni, ciao bella
Come money dance with the good fellas
Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it
Even if a nigga gotta rob it, get it?
Black Jack in a casino
A nigga got unlimited credit, uh
A nigga got a lot of vendettas, uh
But we the Black mob, we gon' set it, uh
Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach
200 in the dash, we gonna rev it (skirt)
Lucky Luciano is what they call me, paesano
A 100 keys at the piano
Plays across the Verrazano
El Padrino, in the villa in Venice, sippin' vino
Not bad for a mulignan
Y'all know like we know, I got it
[Chorus]
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Bad bitch, I hope she 'bout it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Bad bitch, I hope she 'bout it
Bad bitch, I know she 'bout it
[Outro]
I'm ridin' big, comin' down that beach
Geechi niggas with satin sheets
Bad bitch, she a masterpiece
Got a bad bitch, she a master; peace
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FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by Rick Rubin]
[Intro]
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one
[Verse 1]
I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
I'm from the hood, stupid! What type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like, "Fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole!
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward"
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads
Fuckers, I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas, I ain't dumb
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me!
[Chorus]
Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me!
[Verse 2]
The year is '94, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
I heard, "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
"'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low?
Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?"
"Well, you was doing fifty-five in a fifty-four
License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack?
You some type of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or something?"
Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well, we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come!"
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me!
[Chorus]
Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me!
Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one
[Verse 3]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin'
And he and his boys gonna be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' 'em
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety-nine problems, bein' a bitch ain't one – hit me!
[Outro]
You crazy for this one, Rick
It's your boy
|
99 Problems
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by Kanye West & No I.D]
[Intro]
Feel it comin' in the air (Yeah)
Hear the screams from everywhere (Yeah)
I'm addicted to the thrill (I'm ready)
It's a dangerous love affair (What's up? Come on)
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now (What's up?)
Only thing that's on my mind (What's up?)
Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Ah, what's up?)
Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, what's up? Yeah)
We gon' run this town
[Verse 1]
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get your fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers
I get more in depth if you boys really real enough
This is La Familia, I'll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back
I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I'm talkin' 5 comma, 6 zeros, dot zero, here Doug
Back to runnin' circles round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up
[Chorus]
Life's a game, but it's not fair (Yeah)
I break the rules, so I don't care (Uh-huh)
So I keep doin' my own thang
Walkin' tall against the rain (What's up?)
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now (What's up?)
Only thing that's on my mind (What's up?)
Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Uh, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (What's up?)
Who's gon' run this town tonight?
[Verse 2]
We are, yeah, I said it: we are
You can call me Caesar in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are
Microphone fiend, this the return of the god
Peace, God, ah ah, it ain't no nobody fresher
I'm in Maison, ah, Martin Margiela
On the table, screamin', "Fuck the other side, they jealous"
We got a banquette full of broads, they got a table full of fellas
Yeah, and they ain't spendin' no cake
They should throw their hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades
Yeah, my whole team got dough
So my banquette is lookin' like Millionaires' Row
[Chorus]
Life's a game, but it's not fair
I break the rules, so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thang
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don’t give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gon' run this town tonight
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Who's gon' run this town tonight?
[Verse 3]
It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick, no homo
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Next time I'm in church, please, no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for, to push a fuckin' RAV4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I can spend my whole life Good Will Hunting
Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming
She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string
And up top, uh, two bee stings
And I'm beasting off the Riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
"What's that, Ye?" "Baby, these heels"
"Is that a May— what?!" "Baby, these wheels"
You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill
You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel (What’s up?)
[Outro]
Hey, hey (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, hey (What’s up?)
Hey, hey
Hey, we gon' run this town tonight
What’s up?
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Run This Town
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by Kanye West]
[Intro]
It makes it easier, easier to bear
You won't regret it, no, no, no
Some girls, they don't forget it
Love is their only happiness
Squee'— Squee'— Squee'—
(Sounds so soulful, don't you agree?)
Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her
[Verse 1]
Uh, I invented swag
Poppin' bottles, puttin' supermodels in the cab
Proof
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublots
Or the big-face Rollie, I got two of those
Arm out the window, through the city, I maneuver slow
Cock back, snapback, see my cut through the holes, Hov
[Verse 2]
Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?
Niggas talking real reckless, stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
Now I'm 'bout to make 'em tuck they whole summer in
They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week, I was in my other, other Benz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain
[Verse 3]
Photoshoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450, I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never going to jail
[Verse 4]
I made "Jesus Walks," I'm never going to hell
Couture-level flow is never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't accustomed to going through customs, you ain't been nowhere, hah?
And all the ladies in the house got 'em showing off
I'm done, I'll hit you up maña— nah
[Verse 5]
Welcome to Havana
Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva México, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes with no benefits
Not bad, huh, for some immigrants?
Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
Can't you see we gettin' money up under you?
[Verse 6]
Can't you see the private jets flying over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read, "What would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin' (Uh), Ye is chillin' (Uh)
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Hold up before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of they pain be champagne
[Outro]
Scream it
Give it
Scream it
|
Otis
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by Kanye West & The Neptunes]
[Intro]
Turn my headphones up
Louder
Uh-huh, uh-huh
What you need, what—what you need
I got what you need, what—what you need
What you need, what—what you need
I got what you need
[Verse 1]
Hello, hello, hello, hello, white America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon' act phony or who gon' try to embarrass ya?
I'ma need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up
Bueller had a Muller, but I switched it for a Mille
'Cause I’m richer, and prior to this shit, was movin' free base
Had a conference with the DJs (Yeah?), Puerto Rico, three days
Poli with the PDs, now they got our shit on replay
Sorry I'm in pajamas, but I just got off the PJ
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
Ain't that where the Heat play? (Yup)
Niggas hate ballers these days (Yup)
Ain't that like LeBron James?
Ain't that just like D-Wade? Wait
[Interlude]
What you need, what—what you need
I got what you need, what—what you need
What you need, what—what you need
I got what you need
[Verse 2]
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, motherfucker? Where my money at?
You gon' make me come down to your house where your mommy at
Mummy wrap the kids, have 'em cryin' for they mommy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell him I just want my racks
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Maybachs on 'Bachs on 'Bachs on 'Bachs on 'Bachs
Who in that? Oh shit, it's just Blacks on Blacks on Blacks
Hundred stack, how you get it? Nigga, layin' raps on tracks
I wish I could give you this feeling, I'm planking on a million
I'm riding through your hood, you can bank I ain't got no ceiling
Made a left on Nostrand Ave, (Right), we in Bed-Stuy
Made a right on 79th, I'm coming down South Shore Drive
I remain Chi-Town, Brooklyn 'til I die
[Outro]
Take 'em on home
I got what you need, what—what you need
Take 'em on home
What you need, what—what you need
I got what you need, what—what you need
Take 'em on home
Tryna hurt my name, huh?
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Gotta Have It
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
(You see this motherfucking face)
Blessings, blessings, yeah, I see..
[Chorus]
Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row winding down the road
I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show
And if so, well fuck it, fuck it
Because this water drown my family, this water mixed my blood
This water tells my story, this water knows it all
Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water
Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean
[Verse 1]
Dope boy still smelling like cocaina
White boat, white robe, can he be more cleaner?
The oil spill that BP ain't clean up
I'm anti-Santa Maria
Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace
I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket
Black card go hard when I'm shopping
Boat docked in front of Hermès picking cotton
Silk and fleeces, lay on my Jesus
Oh my God, I hope y'all don't get seasick
See me in shit you never saw
If it wasn't for these pictures they wouldn't see me at all
Aww, whole world's in awe
I crash through glass ceilings, I break through closed doors
I'm on the ocean, I'm in heaven
Yachting, Ocean 11
[Verse 2]
Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye
Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling Opus
Welcome to the magnum opus, the Magna Carta
The best-selling author Decoded
On the holiday playin' "Strange Fruit"
If I'ma make it to a billi, I can't take the same route
Swoosh, that's the sound of the border
Swoosh, and that's the sound of a baller
Muhammad Hovi my back against the rope
The black Maybach, I'm back inside the boat
Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope
Can't believe they got a nigga to vote
Democrat? Nope, I sold dope
In trouble waters I had to learn how to float
On the ocean, I'm in heaven
Yachting, Ocean 11
|
Oceans
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
C'mon
Woo
[Chorus]
R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit
B. Mac, we runnin' this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
[Verse 1]
The takeover, the break's over, nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey, lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war
R-O-C too strong for y'all
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest
You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B-I, get you rolled into triage, bitch
Your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet, the navy
Niggas'll kidnap your baby, spit at your lady
We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama, uh
We kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you, dunny, 'cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap music
[Chorus]
R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it
Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
(Watch out, we run New York)
[Verse 2]
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight back in '88
You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella students of the game, we passed the class
'Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level, get your brakes tweaked
I sold what your whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov, no
[Chorus]
R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit
M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
(Watch out, we run New York)
[Verse 3]
I know you miss it, Nas, the (Fame)
But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame
Nigga, you a (Lame)
You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads
Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started, but now, you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours (Oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally)
Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song
But I know, the sun don't shine if son don't shine
That's why your (Lame), career's come to an end
It's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks' pad (Yup)
You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who)
Then I heard your album 'bout your TEC on the dresser
So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong (I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me)
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song (Woo)
And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then
I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your (Brain)
You said you've been in this ten, I've been in it five, smarten up, Nas
Four albums in ten years, nigga? I could divide
That's one every, let's say two, two of them shits was doo
One was nah, the other was Illmatic
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so (Lame)
Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage
What, you tryna kick knowledge? (Fuck outta here)
Y'all niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you-know-who (Who)
Did you-know-what (What?), with you-know-who (Yeah)
But just keep that between me and you for now
[Verse 4]
A wise man told me don't argue with fools
‘Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin' be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep
Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkletoes, you're breakin' my heart
Can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas
|
Takeover
|
Jay-Z
|
[Verse]
Kill JAY-Z, they'll never love you
You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, JAY-Z
Fuck JAY-Z, I mean, you shot your own brother
How can we know if we can trust JAY-Z?
And you know better, nigga, I know you do
But you gotta do better, boy, you owe it to Blue
You had no father, you had the armor
But you got a daughter, gotta get softer
Die JAY-Z, this ain't back in the days
You don't need an alibi, JAY-Z
Cry JAY-Z, we know the pain is real
But you can't heal what you never reveal
What's up, JAY-Z? You know you owe the truth
To all the youth that fell in love with JAY-Z
You got people you love you sold drugs to
You got high on the life, that shit drugged you
You walkin' around like you invincible
You dropped outta school, you lost your principles
I know people backstab you, I felt bad too
But this 'fuck everybody' attitude ain't natural
But you ain't a saint, this ain't kumbaye
But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye
You gave him twenty million without blinkin'
He gave you twenty minutes on stage, fuck was he thinkin'?
"Fuck wrong with everybody?" is what you sayin'
But if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane
Crazy how life works
You got a knot in your chest, imagine how a knife hurts
You stabbed Un over some records
Your excuse was "He was talkin' too reckless!"
Let go your ego over your right shoulder
Your left is sayin', "Finish your breakfast!"
You egged Solange on
Knowin' all along, all you had to say you was wrong
You almost went Eric Benét
Let the baddest girl in the world get away
I don't even know what else to say
Nigga, never go Eric Benét!
I don't even know what you woulda done
In the future other niggas playin' football with your son
You woulda lost it
13 bottles of Ace of Spade, what it did to Boston
Nah, JAY-Z
Bye, JAY-Z
|
Kill Jay Z
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by Timbaland]
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's big pimpin', baby (That's right)
It's big pimpin', spendin' Gs
Feel me, uh-huh uh, uh-huh
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
[Verse 1]
You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
‘Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed 'em
First time they fuss, I'm breezin'
Talkin' 'bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust and believe 'im
In the cut where I keep 'em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, "Beep-beep," then I'm pickin' them up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fists in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
So you can be livin' it up? Shit, I
Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never happen
I'll be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins
I got no passion
I got no patience, and I hate waitin'
Ho, get your ass in and let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide
Check 'em out now, ri-i-i-i-i-ide
Yeah, and lets ri-i-i-i-i-ide
Check 'em out now
Ride!
[Chorus]
Yeah, we doin', big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
Check 'em out now
Big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s, we doin'
Big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B
(Yo, yo, yo) Big pimpin', spendin' cheese, we doin'
Big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s, we doin'
Big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B
Check 'em out now
[Verse 2]
Nigga, it's the big Southern rap empresario
Comin' straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho
Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o
Oops, my bad, that's "My scenario"
No, I can't fuck a scary ho
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', they say: "There he go!"
Now these ma'fuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit
Then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch!
And step up your vocab!
Don't be surprised if your ho's there out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo' SLAB
Livin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But, nigga, if you hate now then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked
Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh wet with two pairs of clothes on
Now get your ass to the back as I fly to the track, Timbaland, let me spit my prose on
Posted up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
For real, it don't get no bigger, man
Don't trip, let's sip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool!
[Chorus 2]
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B
'Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
'Cause we be big pimpin' in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B (Uh,) nigga
[Verse 3]
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood
In my hood we call it "buck"
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
Nigga, I can't fuck wit' y'all
If I wasn't rappin', baby
I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Comin' down and sippin' daily
No record 'til whitey pay me
Uh, now what y'all
Know about them Texas boys?
Comin' down in candied toys
Smokin' weed and talkin' noise (We be)
[Chorus 2]
Big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B
'Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
'Cause we be big pimpin' in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B, nigga
|
Big Pimpin’
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on all white, no socks
(Ha-ya, ha-ya)
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That's how he feel, turn my vocal up (Ha-ya)
That's how you feel, Emory? (Ha-ya)
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru! (Ha-ya)
Turn the music up too (Ha-ya-ya-ya)
[Verse 1]
Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feedin' the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
The kid that used to pitch bricks can't be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Uh, we gon' reach a billi' first
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through 'em all
Hovi's home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You'd rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y'all stop actin' brand new
Like 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too, huh
Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suit
I'm clear why I'm here, how about you?
Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute
(Mmm, mmm) Pretty much
If anybody gettin' handsome checks, it should be us
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Nah, we did that, Black-owned things
Hundred percent Black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eatin' off these streams
Y'all still drinkin' Perrier-Jouët, hah
But we ain't get through to you yet, uh
What's better than one billionaire? Two (Two)
'Specially if they're from the same hue as you
Y'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truth
[Interlude]
Hahahaha (Ha-ya)
I would say I'm the realest nigga rappin' (Ha-ya)
But that ain't even a statement (Ha-ya)
That's like sayin' I'm the tallest midget (Ha-ya)
Wait, that ain't politically correct, forget it (Ha-ya)
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
Ha-ya-ya-ya
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'll fuck up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don't take care his family can't be rich
I'll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
My consciousness was Michael's common sense
I missed the karma that came as a consequence
Niggas bustin' off through the curtains 'cause she hurtin'
Kay losin' the babies 'cause their future's uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed 'cause we never had the tools
I'm tryna fix you
I'm tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
Y'all think small, I think Biggie
Y'all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin' selfies
How is him or Pill Cosby s'posed to help me?
Old niggas never accepted me
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin' Dos Equis
We all lose when the family feuds
What's better than one billionaire? Two
[Interlude]
Hahahah
I'll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Y'all need to stop
[Outro]
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
Ha-ya-ya-ya
Ha-ya, ha-ya
Love me like, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Family Feud
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by Just Blaze]
[Intro]
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during our generation
[Verse 1]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov, oh, H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire
I be the music biz number one supplier
Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain, that's right
Hov, oh, not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do It Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homie Strict told me, "Dude, finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude with the Lexus
Fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors
This ain't a movie, dog (Oh, shit)
[Interlude]
Now before I finish, let me just say I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone
And I don't care what you think about me—but just remember, when it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you jack
[Verse 2]
Ving ain't lie
I done came through the block in everything that's fly
I'm like Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga, I get my "By any means" on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out because that's when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change
And I'd do it twice, ain't no sense in me
Lying as if I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
There ain't no reason why I be buying expensive chains
Hope you don't think users are the only abusers
Niggas getting high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler spirit, nigga, period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that's just the top layer
Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone
[Outro]
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, L'Album Noir: The Black Album
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Public Service Announcement
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by Timbaland]
[Verse 1]
Uh, I just want a Picasso
In my casa, no, my castle
I'm a hassa, no, I'm an asshole
I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle
I want a Rothko, no, I want a brothel
No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute
Let's make love on a million
In a dirty hotel with the fan on the ceiling, uh
All for the love of drug dealing, uh
Marble floors, uh, gold ceilings, uh
Oh, what a feeling
Fuck it, I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos, I wanna row of
Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma
[Chorus]
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso, baby
Picasso
Picasso, baby
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso, baby
Picasso
Picasso, baby
[Verse 2]
It ain't hard to tell, I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols, my whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes
See me throning at the Met
Vogueing on these niggas, champagne on my breath, yes
House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern
'Cause I be going ape at the auction
Oh, what a feeling
Aw, fuck it, I want a trillion
Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa
The modern day version with better features
Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner
Go 'head, lean on that shit, Blue, you own it, uh
[Skit]
Woman: Et là je t'ai tout donné, montré, rien à cacher, tu es là Ivy, comme le nombre d'or
Jay, comment tu dis nombre d'or?
Jay-Z: The golden number
Woman: Touché
[Verse 3]
Okay, I never stuck my cock in the fox's box, but
Damned if I ain't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man on CNN and Fox
My Mirandas don't stand a chance with cops
Even my old fans like, "Old man, just stop"
I could if I would, but I can't, I'm hot
And you blow, I'm still the man to watch
Hublot on my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth, the cameras pops
Niggas is cool with it 'til the canons pop
Now my hand on the Bible on the stand
Got your man in a jam again, got my hands in cuff
I'm like goddamn, enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok
My hairpin pierce skin, ruptures spleens
Cracks ribs, go through cribs, and other things
No sympathy for the king, huh?
Niggas even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don't forget America, this how you made me
Come through with the 'Ye mask on
Spray everything like SAMO, I won't scratch the Lambo
What's it gon' take for me to go, for you to see?
I'm the modern day Pablo Picasso, baby
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Picasso Baby
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Picture all the possibilities
Picture all the possibilities
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song
The most incredible, baby
Uh
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah
Uh
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
[Verse 1]
Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
We was together on the block since free lunch
We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch
We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first-class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches
Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
We're somewhere in a small town
Somewhere lockin' a mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down
I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside, a nigga so sick
[Chorus]
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry, uh
Can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I got to make the song cry
[Verse 2]
On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch"
Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip"
Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick
A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor, but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed and we got flipped
Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it
It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me
Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed-out buggy
And then they got fuzzy, and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you
[Chorus]
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
[Verse 3]
A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin' at me
That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin' was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that
Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had just like that
I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever
I'll mourn forever
Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever
[Chorus]
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
[Outro]
It's fucked up, girl
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Song Cry
|
Jay-Z
|
[Produced by S1 and Swizz Beatz]
[Part I]
[Intro]
Uh, bloody murder, murder, murder
Bloody murder, murder, murder, murder
Bloody murder, murder, murder, murder
Bloody murder, murder, murder
[Chorus]
Paper read, "Murder, Black-on-Black murder"
Paper read, "Murder, Black-on-Black murder" again (Uh)
[Verse 1]
This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade, nigga, we on the same team
Giving you respect, I expect the same thing, uh
All-black everything, nigga, you know my fresh code
I'm out here fighting for you, don't increase my stress load
Niggas watching the throne, very happy to be you
Power to the people, when you see me, see you
[Verse 2]
And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking at the news like, "Damn, I was just with him after school"
No shop class, but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
It's time for us to stop and redefine Black power
Forty-one souls murdered in fifty hours
[Chorus]
The paper read, "Murder, Black-on-Black murder"
The paper read, "Murder, Black-on-Black murder" again
"Murder" again
[Verse 3]
Is it genocide?
'Cause I can still hear his mama cries
Know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face about piranha-sized
The old pastor closed the cold casket
And said the church ain't got enough room for all the tombs
It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago
[Verse 4]
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died, uh
Real niggas just multiply
And they say by 21, I was supposed to die
So I'm out here celebrating my post-demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to ensure your survival
You gon' end up pulling down niggas that look just like you
What up, Blood? Uh, what up, cuz? Uh, it's all Black, uh, I love us
[Chorus]
The paper read, "Murder, Black-on-Black murder"
The paper read, "Murder, Black-on-Black murder" again
"Black-on-Black murder" again
"Black-on-Black murder" again
[Part II]
[Intro]
It's a celebration of Black excellence, black tie, black Maybachs
Huh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
Black excellence, opulence, decadence
Tuxes next to the president, I'm present
I dress in Dries, and other boutique stores in Paris
In sheepskin coats, I silence the lambs
Do you know who I am, Clarice?
No cheap cologne whenever I "shh-shh"
Success never smelled so sweet
I stink of success, the new Black elite
They say my Black Card bear the mark of the beast
I repeat, my religion is the beat
My verse is like church, my Jesus piece
Now please, domino, domino
Only spot a few Blacks the higher I go, uh
What's up to Will? Uh, shout out to O, uh
That ain't enough, we gonna need a million more, uh
Kick in the door, uh, Biggie flow
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go, uh
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go
So we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P
From parolees that hold G's, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG's
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What the last thing you expect to see? Black guys
What's the life expectancy for Black guys?
The system's working effectively, that's why
I'll be a real man, take care of your son
Every problem you had before this day is now done
New crib, watch a movie
'Cause there ain't nothin' on the news but the blues
Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci
Now ain't nothing new but your shoes
Sunday morning, praise the Lord
You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
So let's savor this moment and take it to the floor
Black excellence, truly yours
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Murder to Excellence
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Good morn' or evening, friends
Smile, you recordin'?
[Verse 1]
Slammin' Bentley doors like we invented doors
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
We drinkin' Cristal then
Yeah, kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then
Drinkin' Ace of Spades like it's codeine now
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Push through the pain so we can see new life
So all the ladies havin' babies, see ya sacrifice
Mama had four kids, but she's a lesbian
Had to pretend so long that she's a thespian
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
Don't matter to me if it's a him or her
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
Marie Antoinette, baby, let 'em eat cake
[Chorus]
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I'm gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I'm not with you here today, smile
Good morn' or evening, friends
Smile
Here's your friendly announcer
Smile
[Verse 2]
Far as draft picks, my name did not get called
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board
Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen
Y'all knew that was comin', I had to remind y'all again, huh?
Flyin' paper planes through the projects
Now the whole projects on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y'all televised shows
Super facts
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don't do all that
A loss ain't a loss, it's a lesson
Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin'
[Chorus]
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I'm gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I'm not with you here today, smile
Good morn' or evening, friends
[Verse 3]
I mastered my aesthetics
I know you often heard me wax poetic 'bout bein' back in the Lexus
But trust me, that was nothin'
A nigga up in the hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings
Ah, this that feelin', I'm that boy
Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy" slappin' out of the toy
The separation is clear
In my rear-view mirror objects is further than they appear
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playin' for high stakes
Norman's Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear
How niggas can't relate?
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
And niggas playin' for power, huh
So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me"
Now it's, "Fuck payin' me, I pay you
Put the rest away for Blue"
That blood money I giggle at it
Can't even support my miss' habit
Jewelry shoppin' in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed
Huh, blood diamonds drippin' with guilt, I still ain't trippin'
That's life, winners and losers
Drug dealers and abusers, America like me ruthless
My therapist said I relapsed
I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
God sent me to break the chain, I'm the true and livin'
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Niggas'll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
Ahhhh, what did I do? 'Cept try to free you
Niggas'll love you but hate you 'cause they can't be you
Dump 'em all in the bayou, uh
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
But my story's too wide to fit inside a line or two
Oh, these that drugs, heron flow
I spaz on the stove, this is Hov, no flex zone
Nigga, who lied to you?
Look, you're a pedestrian, don't ever question the security I provided you
Oh y'all thought I was washed? I'm at the cleaners
Launderin' dirty money like the Teamsters, huh
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Feel for you bro, we know the system don't work
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Yet it's legal in Colorado, yet, we deny
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
That's why it's a black market, that's why it's called the trap
That's why it's called the projects 'cause it's exactly that
All these people was gon' kill me, heh
'Cause the more I reveal me, the more they 'fraid of the real me
Welcome back Carter, smile
[Outro]
Living in the shadow
Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Because that's what you want them to see
Living two lives, happy, but not free
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
The world is changing and they say it's time to be free
But you live with the fear of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
No harm for them, no harm for me
But life is short, and it's time to be free
Love who you love, because life isn't guaranteed
Smile
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Smile
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Goddammit
Let this shit knock
[Verse 1]
I done turned Havana to Atlanta
Guayabera shirts and bandanas
Every time you think they got me I switch the planner
Bulletproof this, radio scanners
(You got scanners, we got scanners)
Balling 'til they ban us
You getting too much bread, they try to jam you
Boy from the hood but got White House clearance
Sorry y'all, I don't agree with y'all parents
Politicians never did shit for me
Except lie to me, distort history
Wanna give me jail time and a fine
Fine, let me commit a real crime
I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef
Out of spite, I just might flood these streets
Hear the freedom in my speech
Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep
Would've brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free
Except I made millions off it, you fuckin' dweeb
I still own the building, I'm still keeping my seat
Y'all buy that bullshit, you'd better keep y'all receipt
Obama said "Chill, you gonna get me impeached"
But you don't need this shit anyway, chill with me on the beach
[Hook]
Y'all gon' learn today
[Verse 2]
Uh, y'all must want to start a revolution
You know whenever I'm threatened, I start shooting (Bang!)
Catch a body, head to Houston
I'm in Cuba, I love Cubans
This communist talk is so confusing
When it's from China, the very mic that I'm using
Idiot wind, the Bob Dylan of rap music
You're an idiot, baby, you should become a student
Oh, you gonna learn today
Where the fuck have you been
The world's under new management
The new role model, fuck this Zoolander shit
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Open Letter
|
Jay-Z
|
[Intro]
Enviyon on the mix
No, no, no, no
No-no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
[Chorus]
I still see your shadows in my room
Can't take back the love that I gave you
It's to the point where I love and I hate you
And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh
Easier said than done, I thought you were the one
Listenin' to my heart instead of my head
You found another one, but I am the better one
I won't let you forget me
I still see your shadows in my room
Can't take back the love that I gave you
It's to the point where I love and I hate you
And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh
Easier said than done, I thought you were the one
Listenin' to my heart instead of my head
You found another one, but I am the better one
I won't let you forget me
[Verse]
You left me falling and landing inside my grave
I know that you want me dead
I take prescriptions to make me feel a-okay
I know it's all in my head
I have these lucid dreams where I can't move a thing
Thinking of you in my bed
You were my everything
Thoughts of a wedding ring
Now I'm just better off dead (Uh, uh, uh)
I'll do it over again
I didn't want it to end
I watch it blow in the wind
I should've listened to my friends
Leave this shit in the past, but I want it to last
You were made outta plastic, fake
I was tangled up in your drastic ways
Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face?
You gave me a heart that was full of mistakes
I gave you my heart and you made heartbreak
[Bridge]
You made my heart break
You made my heart ache (I still see your shadows in my room)
You made my heart break
You made my heart ache (Can't take back the love that I gave you)
You made my heart break (Were made outta plastic, fake)
You made my heart ache (I still see your shadows in my room)
You made my heart break again (I was tangled up in your drastic ways)
(Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face?)
[Outro]
Leave this shit in the past, but I want it to last
You were made outta plastic, fake
I was tangled up in your drastic ways
Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face?
Easier said than done, I thought you were—
—instead of my head
You found another— better one
I won't let you forget me
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Lucid Dreams
|
Juice WRLD
|
[Intro]
Mhm, they're rotting my brain, love
These hoes are the same
[Verse 1]
I admit it, another ho got me finished
Broke my heart, oh, no, you didn't
Fuck sippin', I'ma down a whole bottle
Hard liquor, hard truth, can't swallow
Need a bartender, put me out my sorrow
Wake up the next day in the Monte Carlo
With a new woman, tell me she from Colorado
And she love women, she'll be gone by tomorrow
Who am I kiddin'?
All this jealousy and agony that I sit in
I'm a jealous boy, really feel like John Lennon
I just want real love, guess it's been a minute
Pissed off from the way that I don't fit in (I don't fit in)
Tell me, what's the secret to love? I don't get it
Feel like I be runnin' a race I'm not winnin'
Ran into the devil today and she grinnin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, these girls are insane, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
All girls are the same, they're rotting my brain, love
Think I need a change before I go insane, love
All girls are the same, they're rotting my brain, love
Think I need a change before I go insane, love
[Verse 2]
Ten minutes, she told me it would take ten minutes
To break my heart, oh, no, she didn't
Fuck livin', I'ma drown in my sorrow
Fuck givin', I'ma take, not borrow
And I'm still sinnin', I'm still losin' my mind
I know I been trippin', I'm still wastin' my time
All the time given, am I dyin'? Am I livin'?
It's fuck feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Ah
[Chorus]
Now I am insane, demons in my brain, love
Peace I can't attain 'cause all these girls the same, love
Now I am insane, demons in my brain, love
Peace I can't attain 'cause all these girls the same, love
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All Girls Are the Same
|
Juice WRLD
|
[Intro]
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, uh
I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999
Waiting for the exhale
I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
[Chorus]
I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale
Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
Still no luck, but oh well
I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail
Stress on my shoulders like a anvil
Perky got me itching like a anthill
Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
Sometimes I don't know how to feel
[Verse 1]
Ring-ring, phone call from depression
You used my past and my memories as a weapon
On the other line, I talk to addiction, huh
Speaking of the devil, all the drugs, I miss them
This can't be real, is it fiction?
Somethin' feels broke, need to fix it
I cry out for help, do they listen?
I'ma be alone until it's finished
[Pre-Chorus]
This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lying
I just don't want you to worry
This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em
'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me
[Chorus]
I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale
Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
Still no luck, but oh well
I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail
It's stress on my shoulders like a anvil
Perky got me itching like a anthill
Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
Sometimes I don't know how to feel
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I don't know how to feel
Let's be for real
If it wasn't for the pills, I wouldn't be here
But if I keep taking these pills, I won't be here, yeah
I just told y'all my secret, yeah
It's tearing me to pieces
I really think I need them
I stopped taking the drugs and now the drugs take me
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Wishing Well
|
Juice WRLD
|
[Intro]
Man, what?
This shit funny, one second
Oof, this Hennessy strong as fuck, boy
[Chorus]
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Don't hurt me, love)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (I'm making it worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave for my past
I'm a whole different person (I'm a whole different person)
It's a gift and a curse (It's a gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
[Verse 1]
I can't reverse it
It was a gift and a curse
And now I'm drinkin' too much, so I'ma talk with a slur
Last time I saw you, it ended in a blur
I woke up in a hearse
You said you loved me first (First)
One thing my dad told me was
"Never let your woman know when you're insecure"
So I put Gucci on the fur
And I put my wrist on iceberg
One thing my heart tells me is
"Flex on a ho every time you're insecure"
I can't see it through, I'm running from you
Is your love for real? (For real? For real?)
Is your love really true?
[Chorus]
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Don't hurt me, love)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (Worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave for my past (Past)
I'm a whole different person (Person)
It's a gift and a curse (Curse)
But I cannot reverse it
[Bridge]
You gave me the runaround
I really hate the runaround
You really got me paranoid
I always keep a gun around
You always give me butterflies
When you come around
When you come around
When you come around
[Verse 2]
You let me know love is not the answer
Not the answer, not the answer
I love to do drugs, so mind my manners
I get high when you don't decide to answer
Phone home, I need to phone home
I'm throwing rocks at your window, I need to go home
I don't wanna leave
I just wanna be with you
You, you, you
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Robbery
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Juice WRLD
|
[Intro]
I usually don't speak on shit like this, but
Ain't nobody else saying shit
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
[Chorus]
I usually have an answer to the question, but this time I'm gon' be quiet (This time)
Ain't nothing like the feeling of uncertainty, the eeriness of silence
This time, it was so unexpected
Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing
All legends fall in the making, yeah, sorry truth, uh
Dying young, uh, demon youth
[Verse 1]
What's the 27 Club? We ain't making it past 21
I been going through paranoia, so I always gotta keep a gun
Damn, that's the world we live in now
Yeah, hold on, just hear me out
They tell me I'ma be a legend, I don't want that title now
'Cause all the legends seem to die out, what the fuck is this 'bout?
I'm tryna make it out, I'm tryna change the world
I'm tryna take her out, I'm tryna take your girl
More importantly, I'm tryna change the world
Maybe flex with some diamonds and pearls, yeah
[Verse 2]
My mind is foggy, I'm so confused
We keep on losing our legends to
The cruel cold world, what is it coming to?
The end of the world, is it coming soon?
[Interlude]
Now, ooh, ooh, oh
That hit's for you
[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
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Legends
|
Juice WRLD
|
[Intro]
It's funny, the shit I put on this song ain’t gon' sound nothin' like the shit we was just doin’
Oh, yeah
I just want bad bitches
Baddest, them bitches is the baddest, uh, uh
When I take the molly, I'm a savage
Uh, I say, uh
[Chorus]
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit
[Verse 1]
Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas, jiggas, jiggas
Tommy in the fucking Tommy Hilfiger, ’figer, ’figer
That Tommy hit a nigga, Tommy Hilfiger, fuck niggas
I'm nice, when I’m high off the pills, I'ma fuck with her
I don't smoke skunk, but tonight I'm getting stuck, nigga
Pour the codeine up and put some molly in the cup with it
I know she a freak, uh-huh, she gon’ fuck with it
She my velcro, uh-huh, guess I'm stuck with her
I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her
Addicted to her paraphernalia, I had to tell her
I see it like a fortune teller
Your ex-nigga did good, I could do better
Bad bitch from the woods, I think she a hunter
She a killer and an eater, she a Jeffrey Dahmer
I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book
No TEC, no Beretta, FN on me, am I understood?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
My brother point her out and she a bad bitch, I'm on her
Must ain't heard that I'm a savage, once I get a bitch, I own her
I see she got swag, I got cash so I want her
See this four-five in my pants, put on your ass, push up on bruh
Shawty, she a rider with that glizzy on her (Glizzy on her)
And shawty, I'ma dada with no semi on me (Semi on me)
If we got a problem, we get rid of homie (Yeah)
Put twenty thousand in your pocket, we gon' get the money (Yeah)
I'm the definition of a bandit (Honest)
Took your heart from out his hands and still ain't saying shit (On my mama)
Some new killers in my circle you done ran with
Like this dirty .38, this bitch'll damage
Popping wheelies, 4K Trey, call when you land with it (Pop, pop, pop)
I let you drive and slide with my bros where they be laying with it (Skrrt)
I work this bitch, I open up a can with it
Like fuck the stove, I make it jump without my hand in it
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Bandit
|
Juice WRLD
|
[Intro]
I will
I will
I will
Yeah
Uh
[Chorus]
All-white Gucci suit, I'm feeling righteous, yeah
I know that the truth is hard to digest, yeah
Five or six pills in my right hand, yeah
Codeine runneth over on my nightstand
Takin' medicine to fix all of the damage
My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, oh)
Holes in my skull, over time
My heart's over ice (Woah)
[Verse 1]
Over ice, I'm freezing
Beautiful eyes, deceiving
We may die this evening
Coughing, wheezing, bleeding
High, I'm a anxious soul
Blood moons in my eyes, stay low
Red and black, they glow
Under attack, in my soul
When it's my time, I'll know
Never seen a hell so cold
Yeah, we'll make it out, I know
We'll run right through the flames, let's go
[Chorus]
All-white Gucci suit, I'm feeling righteous, yeah
I know that the truth is hard to digest, yeah
Five or six pills in my right hand, yeah
Codeine runneth over on my nightstand
Taking medicine to fix all of the damage
My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, oh)
Holes in my skull, over time
My heart's over ice (Woah, uh)
[Verse 2]
I'm in too deep
Can't swim like me
We're drowning, so I will sink
My demons ten feets under me
Inhale, exhale, but I can't breathe
Too busy drinking codeine doin' high speeds
Crash, pour a four, sip it slow, make the time pass
Take a pill for the thrill, have a relapse
Devil in my head tryna run gym laps
I ain't tryna race, he don't even know me like that
[Chorus]
All-white Gucci suit, I'm feeling righteous
I know that the truth is hard to digest
Five or six pills in my right hand
Codeine runneth over on my nightstand
Taking medicine to fix all of the damage
My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, oh)
Holes in my skull, over time
My heart's over ice (Woah)
[Outro]
I will sink
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Righteous
|
Juice WRLD
|
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