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Dreamville - D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape Album Lyrics



Dreamville - D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape Lyrics






Stick

[JID, DJ Drama & Kenny Mason]
I got the time, ayy
It's up and it's stuck, and it's stuck where it's up, fah
Hahaha (F*ck 'bout you, pray for them folks, bro, pray for them folks)
Oh, I know you niggas ain't see this comin' (On me, bro, f*ck 'bout this shit, bro)
I mean, normally around this time, I'd ask if you was ready (Turn me the f*ck up, bruh)
But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)

[Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes]
Stick, stick, stick (Bitch), stick (Boom, Gangsta)
Stick, stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick
I got a new stick (Bitch), I got a new stick (Bitch, boom)
I got a new stick (Boom), I got a new stick (Boom)
Stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (Bitch), stick (Yeah)
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, bitch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, bitch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, bitch)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
If I see that nigga, I'ma wet his ho ass up

[Kenny Mason & JID]
Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window (Ooh)
Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window (Ooh)
Roll down the window (Brrt), roll up the window (Ooh)
Roll down the window (Yeah, brrt) roll up the window (Uh, okay)

[JID & Kenny Mason]
Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun
One is for shootin' and one is for fun
Niggas trippin' off of 151
Black & Milds burnin' under the sun
Black and brown kids young or they dumb?
Sack a town, where your mom and them from?
Gather 'round, run in all of your shit
But what did you get? (New stick)

[Kenny Mason]
I say it's up (I got a new stick), that mean it's stuck
Run out of bullets (I got a new stick), you run out of luck
One in the cribbo (I got a new stick) and one in the truck
One in the tippo 'cause bloody ain't duck
Step a foot up on the yard and get struck
Everyone I grew around was a thug
Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough
Found his body coolin' out in the cut

[JID & Kenny Mason]
Shit, Fulton County, fifty cal' in the tuck
F*ck around and shoot the cavalry up
Bullets sneezing, we got allergies, we got alibis
We got calibers, categorized
FN, bitch, capitalized, better recognize
I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide (I got a new stick)
So I'm in the whip, I got the stick inside (I got a new stick)
If I sniff a scent, smell a lie (I got a new stick)
Smell a bitch, crack a smile, let it rip, let it ride
First time, second line, second time, bloodline
Third time, even **** dyin', takin' one of mine
I'm on Candler Road with a chopper from Columbine
Creepin' on the cracker tryna colonize
Leave God out of this, JID

[Kenny Mason & Sheck Wes]
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Bitch)
Stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick (Yeah), stick
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick, ooh)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

[Sheck Wes & Kenny Mason]
Yeah, bitch, pull up proper (Bitch)
Dance on the pussy, I salsa (Cha-cha)
I am not from Earth (Hell nah), Sheck Wes pulled up in a saucer (Ooh, bitch)
I heard you fell in love with that bitch (Bitch), Sheck Wes fell in love with the chopper (Ow)
Sheck Wes, I'm a motherf*ckin' monster (Yeah)
I came out the water like a Loch Ness (Yeah)
My niggas on the block with no options (No)
They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)
I bought a new stick (Bitch), came with a new bitch (Bitch)
Bought the ho new kicks (Walkin')
Off the music, bitch, I got rich, left you niggas clueless (Ching-ching)
Got a couple cribs, got a couple whips, I don't wanna do shit (No)
Nah, I don't wanna do shit
Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, Sheck, don't get stagnant
Hood girls and models all in these pageants
You don't know my neck, bitch, I been havin'
I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet
Spit fire like an RAF pilot
Steal a nigga bitch, I feel like Aladdin
Me and my white friends gon' get blasted off the (Stick)

[DJ Drama]
Alright, so check it out
You niggas over here talkin' 'bout festivals
I'm thinkin' more like invasions
You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's time (Gangsta Grizzillz)
Like niggas don't run this

[J. Cole]
Uh (Oh, shit)
Pray for me, God's got a play for me
Me and them are not standing adjacently (No way)
Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly
Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully (Oh, shit)
Good Lord has never forsaken me
In God I trust, so I get money faithfully (Hahaha)
Not just occasionally
Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery (Yeah)
I know you pussy, the secret's not safe with me
You crazy, you think you gon' take from me (Yeah)
Not for extortin', treat problems like Orkin, I call up some niggas I know that's gon' spray for me (Woo, woo, woo, brrt)
Speakin' in code case they tapin' me
Let off the whole f*ckin' clip, leave a vacancy (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I'm 'bout that two with the six, so I'm basically
Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency
They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin' like 6'7" niggas that's dunkin' for Oregon
Money so long, if I start in the south and then spread this shit out, it'd be touchin' like Portland
So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution, I know that God got his grace with me
But I'll still treat a ride through the hood like a hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me

[Kenny Mason & DJ Drama]
Stick, stick, stick, stick (DJ Drama)
Stick, stick, stick, stick (Welcome to D-Day, suckers)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)
I got a new stick (I got a brand new stick)

[Kenny Mason & DJ Drama]
Dreamville
Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (Gangsta Grizzillz, new)
Lit up the air, niggas in here (Stick)
Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New)
Lit up the air, niggas in here (Stick)
Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New)
Lit up the sh-, niggas in here (Stick)
Stick up the shell, pick up the shell (New)
Lit up the air, niggas in here (Stick)
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Writer: Destin Route, Jermaine Lamarr Cole, Khamidou Fall, Edwin Kenneth Green, John Welch
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Ghetto Gods Freestyle

Yeah
A lot of talk about what's Atlanta and what's not (uh)
(Feel me, that my voice anyway)
And we say, "Yeah"
You wanna see what Atlanta is? (Uh)
You know what I mean? Reassurance
Too easy
Pop your shit, now (Gangsta Grizzillz)
EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon' testify (hold on, hold on, hold on)
Price for a feature gon' cost your life (hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Where you goin'? Where you goin'? Hold on
Bruh (who me?), Hold on
F*ck that shit (Mr. Thanksgiving)

Bitch, it's EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon' testify
Price for a feature, that'll cost your life
F*ck your top ten, what your top five?
You in the presence of the most high
Speak with the tongue of the most fly
A couple of stars in the roof, it's true
I'm really a star, my nigga, the proof
I father the youth, I taught them the truth
I show them the lies, I open they eyes
The real niggas rise, it's diamonds inside
Okay, it's my turn, the turn of the tides
I pray up to God
Don't f*ck with the schools or government laws
Or none of they rules
The media lie every day on the tube
Tupac with a billi' (yeah), my everyday move (get 'em)

F*ckin' money up, hit my baby mama up
Who you with? F*ck that shit, I'm pullin' up
Threw a brick through a nigga Uber-Lyft
Knew he was a bitch, knew he'd try to dip
I be lyin', say I do it for the kid
I just really f*ck with doin' stupid shit
White crowds like I'm Hootie and the Fish
F*ckin' on a freaky, moody, lil' bitch
I don't ever stick around to shoot the shit
Facetime nine times out of ten
I be in the whip, droppin' off the jit
Droppin' off some dick
Sand bars with me like I'm Michael Vick
Chopper ate a nigga up, Kyle Pitts
Sandlot, big dog, I'm a beast
Same time niggas populate the pics

Pinky ring fleek
Pinky ring pink
Pussy real pink
(Talk your shit, Tit) sink, okay
I'm on my way, want me get in there
Been a real nigga turned a millionaire
Why you sittin' there?
I'll make a million dollars by the time
You been got up and did your hair
Far as Louis Vuitton, I got sixty pair
You could pick a pair
In a fruit fight, you can pick a pear
Some might say a grammatical error
My granddad had a Chrysler LeBaron
Then my dad caught prison time
Mom start cryin', f*cked up her mascara
My trap house had a long-ass line
Twelve for the shit, it's porcupine, stuck like truck
F*ck them fines, f*ck that court
Young, Black nigga, I ain't tryna be broke
Young, Black nigga, I ain't tryna be broke
Rolled them dice, then re-buck (mh)
Take the dough, then re-up (mh)
My new crib like my ego
'Cause that shit is big as f*ck, Toni

Let me explain something
Every time you hear my voice
I'm thinkin' Mount Rushmore
And there's only a couple spots available
What's a king to a God? (Hey)
What's a God to a non-believer?
In this case, only the legacy we leave behind
Just make sure you quote me when I'm gone
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
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Writer: Christopher Gibbs, Eian Parker, Olu Fann, Taji Ausar, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, EMPIRE PUBLISHING






Lifestyle

Yeah
This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me, yeah
Dreamville's finest (real shit)
Bas (yeah)
Dj Drama (woo, woo, woo, yeah)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should
Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood
Niggas send payments, the backend good
Niggas got sense, but they act no good (why?)

Slide through the lot and them bitches is starstruck
Hop in the ride and we took 'em to try
Couple lines in the truck and they all f*ck (woah)
They might say, "What's up?" When they see me 'round the city
But really, no reason to talk much
Dinner at Nice Guy, but no nice guys here
I'm toe-taggin', no Bilbo Baggins, y'all comin' up short
Take a recess, this a heat check, yeah (coo-coo)
Shawty let me hit it quick as the clear with the PreCheck (yeah)
This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me (yeah)
Seen it myself for years, the vision is mine alone
Just me, myself, no peers (yeah)
Yeah (woo, woo, woo, let's work)
I don't know who hypin' them boys
I'm done givin' life for the noise
I give you my life from the source
I don't even write anymore, yeah (Gangsta) (yeah, yeah)
Get in and drove like it's whippin' the stove
That bitch break heart like habits
No days off, no Sabbath
No snakes in my yard, no rabbits (woo, woo)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (yeah)
Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (yeah)
Niggas send payment, the backend good (yeah)
Niggas got sense, but they act no good (why?)
Still I send money to Sudan (yeah)
I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (yeah)
Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle (coo-coo), for real

Let's explore the moment
Niggas ain't outside, they agoraphobic
If you see me live, nigga, you would know it
Hoes jumping on my dick, it do aerobics
Bas like P90X (yeah, woah)
Boss-like, we write the checks now
Floss like we like to flex (woo)
Bust down, bust down, bust down (right, right, right, oh)
Amg, no bus now
Amiri jeans, SB Dunks with a Fiends tee, no button-down (Woo)
Respectfully, niggas blasphemy, don't f*ck around (ayy)
You f*ck around if you wanna, you f*ck around if you wanna
This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me (woo), Bassy

Bas, I'ma go without the ad-libs
(Hoo, hoo) huh, nah
Cigars in the booth and I puff it like poof
And I don't understand what got into me
Got a couple of troops that'll bust out the roof
If I'm ready to ride on my enemy
And you rappers that stole my identity
And I really know why you ain't feelin' me
I bust on the buck with Tiffany
And these bitches restore my agility
And I'm never rehearsin'
I'm makin' a million a verse just like Swizzy and Timothy
Never provoke with the G.O.a.t. 'cause I want all the smoke
You could call me a chimney
And I really want ass, but I settle for throat
I just ain't a dick rider, the widow's peak
Aim at your head when I kill the beat
Spaghetti, your shells like Italy (woo, woo)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (yeah)
Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (yeah)
Niggas send payment, the backend good (yeah)
Niggas got sense, but they act no good (why?)
Still I send money to Sudan (yeah)
I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (yeah)
Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle, for real

Alright, now close your eyes
Think about your wildest dreams
You ready?
And you still couldn't do this
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
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Writer: Abbas Hamad, Dorald Durard Brown Ferguson Jr, Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






Starting 5

Ayy, Lute (yo)
Can you do me a favor?
I need you to talk that talk like a Charlotte nigga would (yeah)
Carolina proud of these bars (okay) (Gangsta)

Rap niggas corny, this ain't your only vessel
Niggas flash without the ice, they ain't nothing special, shit
You go through levels, niggas swear they helped you
Put in the work, I promise God gon' bless you
Every day, this what I tell my nephew
I lay low 'cause I can't relate
I'm good at ghosting 'cause I'm that nigga in my creative space
Hurt less when you out the way
You got your fame 'til you not the wave
Shout out my name, nigga, I'm gon' wave
Never too good to show you where I came
Spit that flame, nigga switchin' lanes, shit
I spit pain 'cause I'm takin' aim, shit
My brother called, said he seen me on the TV screen
When I was sixteen, they ain't think I planned to be anything
Don't wire checks, I want the cash, I like my money green
I'm 'bout to flex like I'm Money Team
My old bitches be perplexed 'cause they ain't support the dreams (damn)

I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, ain't no Judas in my starting five
I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, I got shooters in my starting five
I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, ain't no Judas in my starting five
I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, I got shooters in my starting five (look)

Drive-bys where I reside often
Beautiful black lives sit inside of that coffin
We gotta realize it's toxic
F a stick-up, put the sticks up, let's stick together through hardships
We already exhausted (mh)
'Cause along with living as living targets to these officers
Now we gotta watch for any signs of us coughing
And I got asthma, gotta be cautious
Ironic now I can't run it up
Show money done turned to no money just to sum it up
I ain't seen the sun in months
But how can I complain
When some fathers ain't seen they sons in months? (Damn)
Some are stuck overseas, some are stuck six feet under us (damn)
But even through the downs that we seen
We still coming up (that's right)
God really be loving us
Gained strength through pain, we toughened up (uh-huh)
Yeah, gained strength through pain, I got that tatted
Been through what I been through
You would quit but I'm not that average, nah (no way)
If you ain't seen me in months, you gon' ask, "What happened, Cozz?"
I level up daily because I keep my hands to God

I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, ain't no Judas in my starting five
I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, I got shooters in my starting five
I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, ain't no Judas in my starting five
I turned nothing into something, water into wine
I really do this, I got shooters in my starting five

Keep playing with Dreamville's name
Don't get Chris Rocked out your socks
Anything can and will happen
Then watch me walk back to my seat
Keep our name out your f*ckin' mouth
(I really do this, I got shooters in my starting five)
(Gangsta Grizzillz)

On this side over here
Godly flows only
Drama

You witnessing the heart of Omen
Everything that y'all release is like DeMar DeRozan
Straight mid, but my art is golden
When you dream like I dream, see, you seem odd
'Til these hoes lookin' at you like they seen God
I'm not God, just the best thing that God made
A higher power calling me, that goes beyond faith
A strong blessing, they calm stressin'
Extraordinary person, can't relate to John Legend
You see, I speak with my chest like Bobby Fischer
Deep as the Mali River
Understand I'm not a role model figure
Beast with the pen, plus my beats like modern Dilla
Peaceful within, but I'm still a Chicago nigga
Intellect that I intel got me out of quiet hell
Thought TDK was dead, bitch? I'm alive and well
I'm better through the try and fail, tell your clientele
I'm just a star, I was carved from Orion's Belt
Nonchalant 'bout homicide when you desensitized
Niggas incentivized to keep on stealing lives
Put my pain in perspective while I roll pine
Last few years, now I'm back in your starting five

You're witnessing a dynasty like no other
Dreamville
Welcome to D-Day
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Writer: Cody Osagie, Damon Coleman, Luther Nicholson, Wyatt Coleman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Coming Down

Like the sweetest of brooms, you swept me
I believe you were made for me
But them Perkys and Xans made you a different man
Every single time you couldn't have 'em, crazy (yeah)
Call me out my name when love is in your veins
You're gon' make me punch you dead in your face, baby

When you're comin' down
You're comin' down
Don't wanna be around, baby
My whole world's upside down

Them drugs got a hold of you (ooh)
Doin' shit that'll get you f*cked up
If my brothers knew (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, you must think I'm your savior
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
But I'm dealin' with my shit, too (ahh)
I don't even recognize you (ahh)
Feels like you're a f*ckin' stranger, ooh baby

When you're comin' down
(Comin' down and 'round and 'round)
You're comin' down (ooh)
Don't wanna be around, baby
(Comin' down and down and down and down)
My whole world's upside down

It's been my dream ever since high school
You havin' me, me havin' you
But we ain't sixteen and this ain't high school
Me lovin' me (fire)

You're comin' down
(Comin' down and 'round and 'round)
You're comin' down
Don't wanna be around, baby
(Comin' down and down and down and down)
My whole world's upside down

I mean, she said what she said
(Gangsta)
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Writer: Courtney Salter, Jermaine Cole, Kelvin Wooten, Michael Holmes
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Hair Salon

From the barbershops to the hair salons (yeah)
My name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers (uh)

Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga, it's bedtime
My nigga fresh home, he on swole
From doin' that fed time (what's wrong, nigga? Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (tatted)
Bought my bitch some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts
Enterprise around my neck, goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair
She in her feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (so what, bitch?)
Why these Marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-ass nigga)
Uh, I seen them blue lights, thought about my two strikes (f*ck)
Jumped out and run 'cause I can't do life (hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em" (kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (money, money, money)

Six AM, I was in my drawers runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (bitch)

Ayy
When you talk about me (me), talk about top three, ayy (yeah)
I tell no lies, on and off of that beat, ayy (straight up)
My niggas yell, "Cuz"
But your mama ain't my auntie, ayy (that's my auntie's son)
Some my niggas yell, "Blood"
But for all my niggas I bleed, yeah (gang, gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (cheese)
F*ck all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet random bitches, it might be a setup (nope, nope)
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up (ha)
We will not let up beefin' if you let us
Don't give a f*ck if I was keto dietin' (no way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin' (bitch)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it (straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that shit you been sellin'
You niggas would gas up a Tesla
F*ck all that talk about who you think next up
Four fingers, boy, the West up (facts)
Six, five, see 8th street, yeah, nigga, right off of Western (mh)
Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some boney shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, nigga, I'm in my own race, bitch

Six AM, I was in my drawers runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (bitch)

Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'
Wait, pussy-killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
And put the words into it, nigga, this Top shit
If it's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her bring a friend, we can both get it, wait
Came up Eastside, nigga
Hoes' texts, I don't respond, nigga
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga
We get to arguin', I flip shit like B-Side
I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives
F*ckin' like I got three wives
My eyes slanted, it's recline
I like my women and whips foreign
All of my whores be V size
Let's rewind, it's pressure baby shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul liftin'
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only f*ck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose in it
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a nigga
'Cause, bitch, you one time and mine is all be taken
Money I'm chasin', REAS'

Six AM, I was in my drawers runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (bitch)
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Writer: Robert Gill, Jeremy Nash, Cody Osagie
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.






Freedom of Speech

Y'all niggas know what it is
When I show up, the energy switch in this motherf*cker (King Cole)

Came through with a bad bitch in tight britches
Made the ho book her own flight, I'm type vicious
Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters on my plate
So much bread I think I got white privilege (Gangsta)
Access to five-star rooms and white bitches
I dreamed it like Bing Crosby, dreamed a white Christmas
After shows f*ckin' on the slutty snow bunnies
I done came to the conclusion that I only like sisters
And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few
She had dreams of f*ckin' Cole and even her father would approve, yeah
(Ye-yes, honey, you can f*ck him)
Look what a dollar bill'll do
Make them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smile at you
Yeah, I know you hate a nigga, but I'm still smilin' too
(Will that be all, sir?) That'll do
Get money attitude
You weren't 'posed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule
Netflix when you come through, they ask
"You niggas still watchin'?" On the TV prompt
She give me dome, I catch some Zs, I call her ZZ Top
I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not
You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped
I can't believe he think he hot and his CD flop
Hey, I done seen too many white folks in dashikis, stop
Cole, bitch, the flow switch like every fall
I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore
Henny pour on any floor
Pain seepin' out my memories' pores
Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow
It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow
But now I spit with hollow tips and follow with the pyro
I politic, you ride to this, then call out sick tomorrow
I'm ill, f*ck how you feel
Don't need no goofy-ass Richard Mille for your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell
Nigga

You know what I mean?
And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen (yeah)
I appreciate you for comin' out tonight
Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you wanna check us next time
Same time, same location (hahahaha)
We known to f*ck shit up every time we step on this motherf*ckin' stage
That's right
And this is just a mixtape (ha)
You asked for it
E, what up?
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Writer: Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Jacob Brian Dutton, Jermaine Lamar Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Blackberry Sap

Ladies and gentlemen
I bring to the stage
The one, the only
Ari Lennox
(J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh)
Ahh
Ayy

Up and down your pole
'Til a bitch fall asleep
Long as you don't break the code
You could be my lil' freak
Hit 'em with the voodoo
Grab a bitch by the roots
Spinnin', Crash Bandicoot
Bust it open like some new, new
This ain't no In-N-Out
If you in, you eatin' out
Fall in this Aquafin'
New shit you ain't never seen

Blame me
Blame it on me
I like the way you f*ck on me
I wanna feel it rain on me
Serve this like that
Black, blackberry sap
Drippin' all down your neck
I got the shit you won't forget

Hittin' them Mariah notes
Got the thing all in your nose
Know I got you way deep down
Big Jon, make the cat yawn
Said ain't no runnin', I want it
The pressure, touch it
Own it, slurpin'
That good shit on it

Blame me
Blame it on me
I like the way you f*ck on me
I wanna feel it rain on me
Serve this like that (like that, yeah)
Black, blackberry sap
Drippin' all down your neck
I got the shit you won't forget

(J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh)
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Writer: Akil King, Anthony Jermaine White, Bianca Atterberry, Courtney Salter, Etterlene Jordan, Robert DeBarge
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Like Wine

You see, I'm two decades in
They call me Unc', they call me OG, they call me Legend
You know how I've aged
And I'm only gettin' better

I got a flow like wine
Half the time I'm out time, but I still get what's mine
God be easy on my soul, I know karma ain't blind
They told me just to make it out the four, I was better off lyin'
Now I'm like, "F*ck this shit I post, it look better offline"
Pulled up in a old school with some spokes and some tire shine
Nah, nigga, I don't smoke, this shit straight sober
High roller like twenty-four down Tyvola
You got the world on your shoulders
Now watch me blow like I told ya' (talk your shit)
Shit, so f*ck who ain't believin' me
Can never say I'm wack, 'cause you rap niggas never seein' me
My daughter say her classmates see me on the TV screen
So please don't make a scene when you come to my school at 3:15 (Gangsta Grizzillz)

Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, floatin' on my way (yeah)
Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, had to find my way (yeah)
Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, floatin' on my way (yeah)
Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, had to find my way (yeah)

Bumpin' Pastor Troy "Vica Versa" like it's T.D. Jakes
Same niggas in your face tell niggas you fake
Lord bless the real, 'cause shit ain't safe
I lay low, 'cause I know my place
God know my fate
Niggas tweetin' like they know my plate
We been eatin', just not in your face, I ain't the type
You just mad you ain't at the table to take a bite
If it's flight or fight, I take a life
There's certain people 'gainst my back know how to take a knife
I wouldn't take it back to save my life, shit
I rather watch it unfold, watch you unload
The love that I show reflect how I grow
I'm ten on my toes, the money don't fold

Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, floatin' on my way (yeah)
Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, had to find my way (yeah)
Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, floatin' on my way (yeah)
Crank that bitch up then the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, had to find my way

We at war
All soldiers report to duty
Dreamville
Gangsta
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Writer: Cedric Brown, Luther Nicholson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Jozi Flows

It's ice cold

Bitch, it's no problem, you see how they squad up
I got forty deep at the telly
Block, it got hotter, my nigga got caught up
I told him, "Just reach for your celly"
I'm in the bank and I go to the office
Bitch, I don't go speak to no teller (Gangsta Grizzillz, DJ Drama)
That bitch a fed, she gon' tell it
I got a black with Nutella
I feel like white macadamia, I'm just a player, I can't do no better
Bitch, it ain't shit you could tell us
Copped the V and it's Aquafina inside, same color Tapatío in time
Seen Bassy grow, now I'm in prime
Seen Bassy glow, now I'm in Times Square
Look at me, you might find
What you get if you had taken your time there
Going all next summer, still on my climb
No longer wonder what I might find
Rather cherish how my niggas tell it
50K, I take 'em all to Paris
60K, I take 'em all to Georgia
Life's a bitch, but I still bought her roses
For the still breathin' and for all she showed us
Bless the burdens 'cause they broaden my shoulders
Got God in my corner
Comin' in clear, some orange tones
I know haters abundant, I don't feel 'em none
I been numb to them niggas like Cortisone
Bassy the builder, the cornerstone

If my nigga in a jam, I put a hundred bands up
Ain't servin' underhand
Loyalty, that's all we need, they'll never understand us
They'll never understand

How do you save a man from himself? You gon' need help (woo)
You gon' need 'Bron, you gon' need Jada, you gon' need Phelps (David)
Summer breeze, the summer beach
The release get hit, the bricks is stacked
Oh, you's a rider, don't get jacked
That zuzu life, you new to that
So if my nigga in a jam, I bet the gun won't jam up
If they ask me who the shooter, then we all gon' stand up
Then I pull off on my warrior, the ground don't be the cup
If you kill 'em, got to kill me too, and that's what we call love
Oh shit, huh
Got our eyes on that kid, he could die any minute
And he ride for the city, ooh (yeah)
He ain't worried bout no bitch, got the clip in his lap
And he ride with the Remi, oh (yeah)
Mama tried to pray for the baby, but the baby goin' crazy
And the baby gon' spread ya, yeah
Claimin' you a thug, you a gangster, and you ride with a killers
But it ain't one with you
Try me, I send the ocean to your city (oh)
Show me just where you're broke and let me kiss it (ha)
Here go my shoulder if you need a visit
Touch him, I'll be there within fifteen minutes
Go in, I'll be reaching at your throat, yeah (oh, yeah)
I'm a big bad wolf to the f*ckin' goat, yeah (oh, yeah)
OZ, if they really want the smoke, oh (oh, yeah)
Rabbit, baby girl, it ain't the toe

If my nigga in a jam, I put a hundred bands up
Ain't servin' underhand
Loyalty, that's all we need, they'll never understand us
They'll never understand

This just the warning
Don't make us drop the atomic bomb
Welcome to D-Day
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Writer: Abbas Hamad, Eian Parker, Michael Holmes, Olu Fann
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Barry from Simpson

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Yeah (oh, and of course I got to shout my nigga, Barry)
Mh
I mean Quay, goddamn, Columbia, that nigga, goddamn, so Eastside
Boy, he better, goddamn, come to the studio and check his pockets (yessir)
Bringin' thirty rockets, Eastside niggas don't play
Haha, straight up (SinceThe80)
Yeah, uh (I f*ck with it)

Either you do or don't do it
If you put me to it, I'ma get it done (Gangsta Grizzillz)
From a city that don't see the sun
Either you a sinner or a citizen
Niggas ain't runnin', they gettin' guns
Or a chopper that's little as Big Sean
He on the block with that Barry Bonds
I was with Barry from Simpson, shit
Stockin' bonds, talkin' funds
Clockin' money, the game a jungle
We playin' Jumanji, I'm in Jamaica
Jid playin' rugby, stand in my Vans
Stan Van Gundy, stand on my plan
Plant on my stands, man of my word, word up my man
Heard I got work, work what you serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you get smoke like Purrp
Get a nigga jumped, don't f*ck up my shirt
Nigga J.I.d stand for "Jumped In Dirt"
When the Wesson squirt, it does wonder works
'Til you with the monsters in the underearth

Um, bitch
You know Zone 6, nigga
You know we do shit like that, you know
We get money, you know what I mean
That shit go through the money counter
It green, come out blue
(Oh, you niggas don't want us to bring DiCaprio back)
You know what I mean, stay true to yourself, nigga
Real ones only, pussy (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
(It's not what you want) shit

Either you do or don't do it
God put me to it, didn't help me through it
Homie had to work around the hood
But if Heaven's waitin', what the hell we doing?
Back on Glenwood, lookin' for juugs
Black owned businesses distributin' goods
Put crack on blacks and then shackle a foot
They go back to back, the way back to back (J.I.d)
When we was back in the woods, runnin' from white niggas
Night killers, tri-pillage, my village
Trifling, idealist, identity crisis
I dig it, I get it, I've been in fights
That I didn't win and I didn't die
But they didn't live, so we did it right
Better not get in if you not gonna slide
'Cause you not gon' fit, just stay inside
Don't play no fence, no switch no sides
Go grab a switch, JID Jackson Five
Joe's whipping kids, Mike's still alive
Pour up some Prince, pro-nigga rights
Hold up your fists, throw up your sign
Throw up your clique, throw down and fight
I f*cked up my fit, but you ain't gon' hit
'Cause I ain't no bitch

Um, bitch
F*ck you know 'bout they Glock with that switch on it, nigga, hahaha
I like that right there, yessir
You know we got them bitches in the spot 'round the trap (yeah)
Roll inside, don't swipe (bitch)
Bitch goin' brazy in the bitch, ya heard me (Tony, bitch)

I'm on the green, like I'm in the golf
I sold back, so this pillow talk
I made a juug off a dinner fork
I ain't goin' back and forth, dental floss (woo)
When this denim on, it's dinner time (yeah)
I eat a rapper like the sixty-nine (pussy)
I done flipped the pack, I done flip some racks
One thing I ain't did was flip some fries (nah)
Everything big, I don't minimize (big)
Eeny-miney-mo is how I pick a ride
Either us or them, you need to pick a side (tell 'em)
When she come through, she like, "This a vibe"
My neighborhood, it got gentrified
Yard filled with Black Lives Matter signs
My trigger finger need calamine
What do the heartless do for Valentine's? (Boom)
Valet parkin', I skipped the line (bump it)
Can't win if you quit tryin' (yeah)
Been had the baddest bitch
That'll trick your daddy like Slip-n-Slide (woo)
On the mission, my opponent missin'
Wraith came with the solar system (true)
Strip club, pole position
Gettin' money, so consistent

Guns imported, bitch, you heard me? (Bitch, bitch)
You havin' money, you livin' fly, you feel me? (Bitch)
Get high as much as you want to (bitch)
Ain't gotta stress about it
Ain't no stress on your B roll, nigga
You know what I mean?
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
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Writer: Chris Rosser, Dameon Hughes, Destin Choice Route, Garrett Wilson II Adams, Quantavious Thomas, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Everybody Aint Shit

Earthgang (yeah, shit, haha)
I told y'all (ayy, look, alright, haha, yeah, yeah)
(Gangsta) yeah, aha
(Damn, haha)
I ain't gotta wait on my label to drop shit
I did this shit on live, man, it's already out, bitch
Just in case they missed it on the 'Gram
Damn, it's already out, bitch (DJ Drama)
(Leggo, alright) yeah

F*ck you and the bitch that you came with
Niggas claim shit, niggas bang shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck you and the squad that you came with
Everybody bang shit, everybody think shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit (ah, yeah)

So called friends gon' hate me when I say this (yeah)
I came to get rich, I ain't came to get famous (ha)
A motherf*ckin' painter, Free Graffiti, bitch
Every day I f*ckin' spray shit
I cut you like Jason, you lucky to be adjacent
Back when it was me and Olu in my momma basement (yeah)
We were struggling, hungry to get a placement
Don't let me get a foot in
You know I'm stickin' my face in (hello?)
Can't be humble and complacent
I been stumbling my way up
Since day one, no industry friends, I never needed 'em
Heard them niggas signed to a label that don't believe in them
Heard that nigga own all your masters, you'll never speak to him
Nigga, I got nothing to lose, I'm just a piece of shit
Nigga, f*ck that peaceful shit
On the block with Keisha and them, higher than an eagle dick
Cross me, I'ma look for your grave when I need to piss
Bitch, you better hope I die first 'cause I do not forget

F*ck you and the bitch that you came with
Niggas claim shit, niggas bang shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck you and the squad that you came with (yeah, okay)
Everybody bang shit, everybody think shit (alright)
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit (okay, alright)
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit (okay, alright)

Okay, he ain't shit, they ain't shit
She ain't shit, guess we ain't shit
Honesty ain't shit, the industry ain't shit
Live your life, f*ck living it for likes
And beware of betrayal from your left and your right
Stay front and center like your dinner
Haters catch a whiff, you a winner, then they enter
Try to disconnect you from the paper like a printer
Not to mention them bad bitches with intentions of a rapper's pension
From a baby that they popped out, no accidentin'
No mistakes, that's what they call entrapmentin'
You ain't even gotta be a baller or a spitter or a liar
Just to have a suit on your ass
Male and female, yeah, we want half settlement
Make you stutter like you reading in front of class
So your nigga was a killer 'til he took off that mask
Now you seeing him for realer when the cops come to clash
Politicians lie but in private they gon' laugh
Can't even bless this little brother with a stab
Believe half what you see and none of that shit you hear
'Cause I know everybody ain't but I'm shittin' on they ass

F*ck you and the bitch that you came with
Niggas claim shit, niggas bang shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck you and the squad that you came with
Everybody bang shit, everybody think shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit
Everybody ain't shit, everybody ain't shit

Oh, we talkin' teams?
I'ma let y'all keep the discussion goin'
'Bout who's the best, who's got the hottest bars
The illest flows
It's cool
I'ma remind y'all
In wartime make sure you send your finest spitters
To come do combat
These Dreamville niggas not playin' with y'all
Yeah, I said it
You niggas know to not take my words lightly
Your boy Drama (Gangsta)
Dreamville
D-Day
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Writer: Christopher Gibbs, Eian Parker, Olu Fann
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING






Ballin in Newport

Whether it's 23, 24, 6, 8, 30
It's all destined for the Hall of Fame

Been together since age nine, the brothers I never had
Times forever last inside my paragraphs
Ballin' in Newport, was barely aware in class
I'm tryna hoop, my mind stuck in this hourglass
None of us had our dad, I had my step-pops
Didn't know what I had, he never flip-flopped
On giving me what I lacked
When I hit pit stops, my family always there
Studying hip-hop upstairs in my granny pad
I got a new love and this ain't ain't Heaven's dance
Feeling this avalanche, Damon in Wonderland
Music's in my blood, the flow is genetic thin
Poppa was a Mo-Town singin' heartbreaker from the Chi
Soon to be shot on stage when I was five or six
Survived it, saw a bright light in silence
To this day he vividly describes it
How could I be Godless? My mother is a goddess
Went away to college, now I'm my own pilot
Brothers that I never had went to different schools
Now when I feel the blues don't know who to talk to
Life never came with a walkthrough strategy guide
Moved out to New York with no family ties
I'm on my own, no time to watch Family Guy
I'm tryna blow, exactly how my sanity died
Tryna get known, thirsting for approval, it's usual
My pen touch your heart like voodoo
She said I was boring but the feeling was mutual
Turn down King, give a f*ck what you're used to

Never ever felt so free
Never ever felt so me
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Never ever felt so free
Never ever felt so me
Shit, we ballin' in Newport, free at last
Omen (yeah), talk to 'em

They say my ambiance is way too nonchalant
Faced all kinds of times, they thinkin' like dinosaurs
Loud as tyrannosaurus
Can't see how I got this far
Who's the model or prototype I should source?
Nobody perfect here, what's on the surface?
Just some shit you work to build but I been searching
For what's been underneath my shield
Can't keep worshipping niggas that's unhappy, even if they got athlete
I always wanted to be even if they'd out-rap me
More dollar signs, more bitches, I can't exactly
Follow what you say like it's all satisfactory
Plus the rich and famous seem to have the most tragedies
So what's the strategy for happiness now?
Need the master key, somebody bring Khaled around
F*ck the past, only focus on what's happenin' now
'Less what's happenin' now has got you in debt and doubt
Know you chasing some dreams but what you chasin' 'em for?
Every time you remember why you can't take yourself forward
I've connected with something deeper so now I need more
Give me peace, give me calm, and a Bentley Azure
Need a car as classic as these bars
From afar everything is a star, gotta see with your heart (with your heart)

These bars cross you over like number 3
Never ever felt so free
Never ever felt so me
Dominate the whole game like KD
Make it look flawless like Kyrie
Never ever felt so free
Never ever felt so me
Welcome to the dynasty
(Gangsta)
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Writer: Damon Coleman, Wyatt Coleman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Big Trouble Freestyle

As we proceed
To give you what you need (yeah)
Dreamville, motherf*ckers (y'all niggas, man)
Rhyme Cruise, motherf*ckers (big trouble)
It's Cozz, motherf*ckers
Look (Gangsta)

Shoutout my sister, she be my clone
Shoutout to REASON, yeah, we still releasing them songs
Shoutout K-Dot for reasons we'll only know
Let's just say if I was a clout-chaser I would be on
Shoutout Zendaya for saying she love the song
That's all i'ma say about it, now please just leave it alone
I'm a Spider-Man fan, but, man, f*ck the web
it gave voices to losers who never get out of bed
How dare you niggas
Give your disrespectful, half-witted opinions in real life
I probably scare you niggas
I'm the flair you niggas been itching to get
The most slept on clique, it's about time I give 'em a piss
'Cause they been asking, "Who's I'll?" Like they live with the Grinch
And I been asking, "Who's real?" 'Cause it don't seem to exist
One of the best out the West, f*ck what you see on a list
Do opinions really matter if you eating a jit, and feeding your jit
And your favorite bitch still eating the dick?
Lord forbid the day somebody leave the DMC geek
That's more dangerous than COVID, how it leave niggas sick
I mean there's A-list rappers who would see it and flip
But I get what I needed and dipped, thanking the past like the Mayans
Another problem out of my hands, another dollar in my finance
I'ma get that blowjob, then like Brent, I'ma fire ya ass, my bad
But why settle for one when there's four?
I know I trigger certain women who been there before
I'm sure, I'll settle down one day
But for now I can't just rock with one girl
It's ironic, I need a pair or more, yeah
Don't try and box 'em up into one genre
Next EP, 'gon have mamas leaving all y'all fathers
Next EP, you gon' wonder where your supporters went
Next album, 'gon show that y'all my support in this
For now, listen to Fortunate
That's real raps, real pain
Real struggles, real gains
Real emotion, real change
Authentic, I meant it
Every word that I was sayin'
What's a bird to a plane?
I could go much farther, nigga, stay in your range
How are these lil' niggas getting all these big chains?
Flying in these private jets, and I ain't heard one thing
Either everything is borrowed, or they working the machine
I guess niggas move fishy when they tryna up-stream
Herpes dicks on 'em, they'll never come clean
I can't be mad at it, nigga, that's hustling
But one thing 'bout me
I don't want no favors that you could potentially hang over me
Only thing a nigga want free is my dawg Correy C
South Central, nigga, Crenshaw district, boy
Used to walk to the Slauson to get fitted, boy
Then spent time by the beach, my wave different, boy
Bad breath nigga, I was sent to destroy
I can't even lie, I'm realizing I'm crazy
Carry that heat, 'cause I realized they won't fade me
Mom's disappointed, 'cause that's not how she raised me
But that's how this life made me
Who shot ya?
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Writer: Cody Osagie
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Heavens EP

(I'm working on dying)
Yeah, yeah (and like that)
(Gotta have a space, gotta have a space) yeah
It's a been a pleasure
Know what I mean? (She belongs to the streets)
Freedom, know what I mean? (We gone)
Uh, space to get this shit off (Gangsta Grizzillz)
Yeah
Yeah (get this shit off my mind, off my chest)
Yeah (know what I mean?)
Yeah

With every record I be asking the masses to tune your hearts to me
I represent intelligent niggas that grew up harshly
But lately I've been questioning, second guessing
Whether or not I've got something to offer since I done eluded poverty
Or has the money watered me down? That truth is hard for me
Like the second time I got cut from the junior varsity
Fightin' back tears, I promised to switch gears
And said to myself, "Whatever you do, you won't do it partially"
From this day forward, I move with a new ferocity
Ferrari coupe velocity, a fail proof philosophy
Success is in the effort, so if a nigga tried his hardest
I'm at peace knowing God ain't deal it in this group of cards for me
Some people say that I'm running third, they threw the bronze at me
Behind Drake and Dot, yeah, them niggas is superstars to me
Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of my luminosity
So when you see me on red carpets, I'm movin' awkwardly
Posin' all nervous, afraid of the judgement
And the thought of showin' too much of my day is repugnant
I be keepin' my kids away from the gaze of the public
'Cause these days, it feel like hate is they favorite subject
F*ck it, attitude like a young O'Shea with a AK
Aimed at your brain, violate, and I bust it
I don't play when it come to family, that's one thing I refuse
Pimpin' they kids out for views to just to be in the news
Could never be me, I piss in the celebrity tea
God with me on this record, this is Heaven's EP
The tales official, the best nigga breathing, it just failed to hit you
You couldn't tell 'cause you fell for the bells and whistles
And that's an area I don't excel
I'm from the 'Ville where young girls talk grown as hell
That's raw, never saw one person go to Yale
But every nigga that I know done gone to jail
At least once, provin' we the ones police hunt
For the pains, we smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks
Too much hunger, it's no wonder these niggas can't keep up
So saying "Yes" to a feature just means I'm 'bout to eat lunch, bitch
I'm goin' for it, no never shall he punt
I'm the one and you can be sure, speaking of beachfront
I'm kickin' my feet up while I write this in somewhere tropical
Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible

(Gangsta) mh
(Baby, pipe down)
Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible

Follow the leaders
Another Gangsta Grillz classic
Like I never left
DJ Drama
Dreamville
D-Day
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
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Writer: Jermaine Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network






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