Fear is not an option
I prefer to lose
I sometimes secretly hope that my companies go out of business to zero
I lose everything and all of you write things on social media
That I actually sucked and was full of shit
And then in the dirt, with a f*ckin', the pain
I'm gonna rise like a f*ckin' phoenix and kill all you motherf*ckers
I mean it, yeah
Yeah
Straight up out my mother (mother), straight to the gutter (gutter)
You can trap, you can die
One or the motherf*ckin' other (this what you been waitin' on?)
Yeah, I sold dope to both of my uncles, should be ashamed (ashamed)
Then my cousin Niecy went in my room and stole my change (damn)
One day I had my four-door Bentley, I need some legroom
But right now I'm stuck in this trailer with two bedrooms (yeah)
My cousin Jojo gave me a pack, he tried to slave me (slave me)
My nigga Silk showed me the game, he tried to save me (ayy)
What you know about the first and the third? My anniversary ('versary)
So many formula babies we need a nursery (ha-haa)
My nigga Ro taught me to whip it, I'm tryna learn somethin' (learn somethin')
Never been with takin' and shit, I'm tryna earn somethin' (ayy)
Young kingpin on Madden, just ask Floss (you ain't know?)
Thirty days, I've been up a month with no coffee (damn)
Thank god I got my receipts, I paid the price
Nightmare starrin' the prosecutor, they gave me life, yeah (ayy)
Put that on my sister, my mama, waved at Madonna (ha-haa)
You are listenin' to an entrepreneur in Dolce Gabanna (ayy)
Self-made is my understandin', let's get it understood
Left the hood and came back with a feast, they call me Robin Hood (yeah)
Swear to God I didn't even cry, ayy, when my granny died (ayy)
"Boy, you better get up and get it" (get it), star in my granny's eyes (yeah)
All you niggas thinkin' it's easy, go 'head and try it, then (try it, then)
You gon' need you some theme music, you hear my violins? (Ayy)
Streets were dead, I dropped my first album, I gave 'em life (life)
Motivation then I dropped inspiration, I done it twice (yeah)
Sold a few quarters in plastic, I gave 'em class (recession, nigga)
Niggas served a few on the take, that closed casket (ayy)
That street nigga touchin' them millions, buyin' them buildings (buildings)
Nigga sellin' water, tequila (Avion, nigga), might touch some billions (damn)
America, they label us dealers, that's the allure (allure)
But the hood, yeah, they label us heroes, entrepreneurs (yeah)
I think you should buy Wheaties
Right
For, like, like I'm being serious
F'real, f'real
Like, that's what I think you can do
I think a lot of kids are gonna make money
You're an entrepreneur
Like, when I look at you, I look at you
I look at you "entrepreneur, comma, artist"
Right
Jeezy - TM104: The Legend of the Snowman Album Lyrics
Jeezy - TM104: The Legend of the Snowman Lyrics
Writer: Ashanti Floyd, Darwin Quinn, Jay Jenkins, Terrell McNeal
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Big Shit
Yeah, huh
Hey, man, what in the f*ck these niggas talkin' 'bout, D.Rich? (ayy)
They cool? (Ha-haa)
Ha ha, watch this shit right here, nigga (yeah, nigga)
It's on
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (yeah)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (ayy)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (you already know what it is, nigga)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (yeah, hah)
I be droppin' classics (classics) and you niggas know that (know that)
TM 101 (one), what was trap before that? (Huh?)
Hit 'em with that snow flow (snow), it sound like a throwback
Heard it at the Chevron, the streets sayin' Snow back
Feds takin' Kodaks, the burners on LoJack (LoJack)
One call say less (hello?), They come to your doormat (damn)
All about the Benjies (Benjies), I got them before rap (yeah)
You niggas need to thank me (why?), Bitch, I left the door cracked
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (talk that shit, nigga)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (let's go)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit (yeah)
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (uh-huh)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit
Still talkin' for the niggas, understand that shit (yeah, hah)
Pack smokin' like a hookah, had to fan that shit (Moti-104, nigga, hah)
And the way you deal the snow, you had to plan that shit (plan that, yeah)
Had to hustle so strong, they tried to ban that shit, hah (you niggas know what that shit is, huh?)
Threw that Jiffy in the vision, Peter Pan that shit (yeah)
Split a whole one down the middle, Jackie Chan that bitch (huh? What's up?)
West side Macon, Georgia, yeah, I ran that bitch
Niggas see me still standin', they can't stand that shit, hah (yeah)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit (ayy)
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch (that bitch, yeah)
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (only what they wanted, nigga)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (Moti-104, nigga, yeah, let's go)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit (woo)
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch (what's up?)
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (woo)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (yeah)
Woo, yeah
I be droppin' classics and you niggas know that, huh
Who the f*ck sayin' what? Ha
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with this
Where he at, where he go?
I ain't never seen 'em, ain't never heard of 'em,
I ain't never heard about the nigga
Yeah
Hey, man, what in the f*ck these niggas talkin' 'bout, D.Rich? (ayy)
They cool? (Ha-haa)
Ha ha, watch this shit right here, nigga (yeah, nigga)
It's on
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (yeah)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (ayy)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (you already know what it is, nigga)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (yeah, hah)
I be droppin' classics (classics) and you niggas know that (know that)
TM 101 (one), what was trap before that? (Huh?)
Hit 'em with that snow flow (snow), it sound like a throwback
Heard it at the Chevron, the streets sayin' Snow back
Feds takin' Kodaks, the burners on LoJack (LoJack)
One call say less (hello?), They come to your doormat (damn)
All about the Benjies (Benjies), I got them before rap (yeah)
You niggas need to thank me (why?), Bitch, I left the door cracked
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (talk that shit, nigga)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (let's go)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit (yeah)
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (uh-huh)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit
Still talkin' for the niggas, understand that shit (yeah, hah)
Pack smokin' like a hookah, had to fan that shit (Moti-104, nigga, hah)
And the way you deal the snow, you had to plan that shit (plan that, yeah)
Had to hustle so strong, they tried to ban that shit, hah (you niggas know what that shit is, huh?)
Threw that Jiffy in the vision, Peter Pan that shit (yeah)
Split a whole one down the middle, Jackie Chan that bitch (huh? What's up?)
West side Macon, Georgia, yeah, I ran that bitch
Niggas see me still standin', they can't stand that shit, hah (yeah)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit (ayy)
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch (that bitch, yeah)
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (only what they wanted, nigga)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (Moti-104, nigga, yeah, let's go)
I said I talk big shit because I am big shit (woo)
Told her ride it like a Dodge, I'ma ram that bitch (what's up?)
Go Dip Set on her, Killa Cam that shit (woo)
Count a hundred thousand dollars, rubber band that shit (yeah)
Woo, yeah
I be droppin' classics and you niggas know that, huh
Who the f*ck sayin' what? Ha
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with this
Where he at, where he go?
I ain't never seen 'em, ain't never heard of 'em,
I ain't never heard about the nigga
Yeah
Writer: Jay Jenkins, Dwayne Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Look Like
Yeah, yeah, hey Cool
Hey Cool
Turn me up a little bit
Hahaha, hah, shit
What I tell you I was gonna do, man?
I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?
Get the binoculars
Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga I swear to God
Yeah!
The f*ck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?)
(Hahahaha, y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?)
The f*ck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out)
The f*ck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know)
(This seventeen-five, nigga)
The f*ck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga)
(You know who originated this shit, nigga)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (F*ck 'em)
Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah)
2020, I'm gettin' money like the eighties (eighties)
Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa)
The f*ck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers)
He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers)
Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah)
Before the sun set (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me)
Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah)
Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah)
Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherf*ckers crazy (yeah)
The f*ck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga)
(A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?)
The f*ck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga)
(You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah)
The f*ck I look like? (F*ck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?)
(Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?)
The f*ck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now)
(Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh)
Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo)
Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo)
Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me)
That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me)
See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners crippin' crazy (yeah)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy)
The f*ck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah)
In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo)
Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy)
Don't get it f*cked up, that clip still hold fifty (blaow)
The f*ck I look like? (F*ck I look like, nigga, huh?)
(Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick)
The f*ck I look like? (Don't get it f*cked up, boy)
(You know that motherf*cker still hold fifty, boy
It ain't shit to get them niggas on the phone)
The f*ck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga)
(They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga)
The f*ck I look like? (The f*ck I look like, nigga?)
(One of you rap niggas or somethin'?)
Snow
Hey Cool
Turn me up a little bit
Hahaha, hah, shit
What I tell you I was gonna do, man?
I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?
Get the binoculars
Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga I swear to God
Yeah!
The f*ck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?)
(Hahahaha, y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?)
The f*ck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out)
The f*ck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know)
(This seventeen-five, nigga)
The f*ck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga)
(You know who originated this shit, nigga)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (F*ck 'em)
Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah)
2020, I'm gettin' money like the eighties (eighties)
Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa)
The f*ck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers)
He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers)
Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah)
Before the sun set (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me)
Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah)
Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah)
Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherf*ckers crazy (yeah)
The f*ck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga)
(A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?)
The f*ck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga)
(You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah)
The f*ck I look like? (F*ck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?)
(Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?)
The f*ck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now)
(Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh)
Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo)
Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo)
Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha)
The f*ck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me)
That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me)
See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners crippin' crazy (yeah)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy)
The f*ck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah)
In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo)
Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy)
Don't get it f*cked up, that clip still hold fifty (blaow)
The f*ck I look like? (F*ck I look like, nigga, huh?)
(Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick)
The f*ck I look like? (Don't get it f*cked up, boy)
(You know that motherf*cker still hold fifty, boy
It ain't shit to get them niggas on the phone)
The f*ck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga)
(They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga)
The f*ck I look like? (The f*ck I look like, nigga?)
(One of you rap niggas or somethin'?)
Snow
Writer: Jay Jenkins, Korey Roberson, Montay Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Better Tell Em
Shit, hah
Aha
Woo
Yeah
Oh, this 104, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I swear to God, nigga
Turn me up some
Woo
I wanna thank you niggas for tunin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
Got the F&N right here, right on my lap (right on my lap)
Lookin' like I just made a million dollars perhaps (woo)
Mind me, I'm duckin' now if we was shootin' up craps (shootin' them craps)
Big cuz missed his point and we was bustin' up straps (bustin' up straps)
Hundred fifty of them thangs to put the hood on the map (yeah)
Big old shootout yesterday, it put the heat on the trap (damn)
Gotta do it with 'em, baby, got the pot and the cap (pot and the cap)
My auntie mother ain't trippin' 'cause she takin' a nap (yeah)
F*ck 'round beat the Feds, I just might make it in rap (make it in rap)
Right now a package on the road, I pray it makin' it back (makin' it back)
It just pulled in the garage as a matter of fact (yeah)
Ten minutes later I was cookin' some crack
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars off the yay, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Give a f*ck 'bout what they say, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Yeah, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
(You already know what this shit is, nigga)
You better tell 'em
Stand at that Kenmore stove, make it do what it do (do what it do)
And if I drop a 28, you know I'm makin' it two (damn)
Plenty money out here, these niggas makin' it, too (makin' it, too)
Two-elevens 'round here, these niggas takin' it, too (ha-haa)
Rolls truck just dropped, I'ma get it in blue (get it in blue)
Drive it to the west side and I'ma give it to Blue (give it to Blue)
Yeah, I heard he turned state, damn, who woulda knew? (Who woulda knew?)
My son conscious keep sayin' "he woulda done it to you" (damn)
Still run with killers and them dealers, yeah, she lovin' the crew (lovin' the crew)
Still run with trappers and them hustlers, yeah, they buggin' the crew (yeah)
And if a nigga ever cross me, I ain't f*ckin' with you (nah)
Get back up on some gangsta shit 'cause that ain't nothin' to do (what's happenin'?)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars off the yay, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Give a f*ck 'bout what they say, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Yeah, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
(Wassup? 104, nigga) you better tell 'em
Aha
Woo
Yeah
Oh, this 104, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I swear to God, nigga
Turn me up some
Woo
I wanna thank you niggas for tunin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
Got the F&N right here, right on my lap (right on my lap)
Lookin' like I just made a million dollars perhaps (woo)
Mind me, I'm duckin' now if we was shootin' up craps (shootin' them craps)
Big cuz missed his point and we was bustin' up straps (bustin' up straps)
Hundred fifty of them thangs to put the hood on the map (yeah)
Big old shootout yesterday, it put the heat on the trap (damn)
Gotta do it with 'em, baby, got the pot and the cap (pot and the cap)
My auntie mother ain't trippin' 'cause she takin' a nap (yeah)
F*ck 'round beat the Feds, I just might make it in rap (make it in rap)
Right now a package on the road, I pray it makin' it back (makin' it back)
It just pulled in the garage as a matter of fact (yeah)
Ten minutes later I was cookin' some crack
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars off the yay, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Give a f*ck 'bout what they say, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Yeah, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
(You already know what this shit is, nigga)
You better tell 'em
Stand at that Kenmore stove, make it do what it do (do what it do)
And if I drop a 28, you know I'm makin' it two (damn)
Plenty money out here, these niggas makin' it, too (makin' it, too)
Two-elevens 'round here, these niggas takin' it, too (ha-haa)
Rolls truck just dropped, I'ma get it in blue (get it in blue)
Drive it to the west side and I'ma give it to Blue (give it to Blue)
Yeah, I heard he turned state, damn, who woulda knew? (Who woulda knew?)
My son conscious keep sayin' "he woulda done it to you" (damn)
Still run with killers and them dealers, yeah, she lovin' the crew (lovin' the crew)
Still run with trappers and them hustlers, yeah, they buggin' the crew (yeah)
And if a nigga ever cross me, I ain't f*ckin' with you (nah)
Get back up on some gangsta shit 'cause that ain't nothin' to do (what's happenin'?)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars off the yay, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Give a f*ck 'bout what they say, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
Yeah, you better tell 'em (better tell 'em)
(Wassup? 104, nigga) you better tell 'em
Writer: Dennis Martin, Jay Jenkins, Korey Roberson, Montay Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Mr. Pyrex
I'm here for thug motherf*cking motivation, nigga
Give a f*ck what you niggas think
I'm here to motivate the thugs to get this bread, nigga
Other than that, nigga, it's now
Huh, yeah
What they call that nigga?
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working, yeah)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, ha-haa)
Just closed a million dollar deal behind curtains (hey)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
One point seven in the bag, that's for certain (for certain)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
You niggas know I've done it, you niggas saw how I did it (yeah)
Had the eye of the tiger, guess I was over commited (hey)
Adrenaline, discipline, I'm gon' need me some Ritalin (damn)
And I ain't serving these niggas, guess I'm gon' need me some middlemen (ha-haa)
That boy moving militant, like he fresh out the military (yeah)
They want me to fall off (fall off), that closer to Nevervuary (yeah)
My vision in legendary (huh), my hustle is necessary (woo)
It's grind over pride, nigga (yeah), you slip or you slide, nigga
Can't have it no other way (yeah), you broke or you're tired, nigga (what's up?)
You can't be both (nah), that's when your bitch get ghost (you already know what it is)
Possession, intent, you do the job or get fired, nigga
Could pull her underwear, she pull them shits to the side, nigga (you already know what it is)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working, yeah)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, ha-haa)
Just closed a million dollar deal behind curtains (woo)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
One point seven in the bag, that's for certain (for certain)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, let's go)
I beat the Feds, bitch (yeah), I'm as smart as they come (ayy)
Took them books out the wrap, they look like teeth with no gums (ha-haa)
That chopper came with a drum (boom), Travis Barker a nigga (Barker a nigga)
Couple mill' on that stove, Betty Crocker for figures
The way I'm scraping this pot, you'd think this shit was delicious
Now the whole kitchen dirty, I gotta do all the dishes (damn)
G, G, G for the gutter, you niggas know where I'm from (know where I'm from)
Blew all the money fast, you niggas know what I'd done (ayy)
Got scorpions on it, you niggas know how they coming (know how they comin')
Balled in Europe all summer, you niggas know I ain't fronting
Partied in St. Tropez, then took the chopper to Monaco
Same young nigga that had them rocks at the Amoco
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working, yeah)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
Just closed a million dollar deal behind curtains (curtains)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
One point seven in the bag, that's for certain (for certain)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
We working, nigga
Whether we in them boardrooms or we on the block
We still gettin' it
Give a f*ck what you niggas think
I'm here to motivate the thugs to get this bread, nigga
Other than that, nigga, it's now
Huh, yeah
What they call that nigga?
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working, yeah)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, ha-haa)
Just closed a million dollar deal behind curtains (hey)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
One point seven in the bag, that's for certain (for certain)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
You niggas know I've done it, you niggas saw how I did it (yeah)
Had the eye of the tiger, guess I was over commited (hey)
Adrenaline, discipline, I'm gon' need me some Ritalin (damn)
And I ain't serving these niggas, guess I'm gon' need me some middlemen (ha-haa)
That boy moving militant, like he fresh out the military (yeah)
They want me to fall off (fall off), that closer to Nevervuary (yeah)
My vision in legendary (huh), my hustle is necessary (woo)
It's grind over pride, nigga (yeah), you slip or you slide, nigga
Can't have it no other way (yeah), you broke or you're tired, nigga (what's up?)
You can't be both (nah), that's when your bitch get ghost (you already know what it is)
Possession, intent, you do the job or get fired, nigga
Could pull her underwear, she pull them shits to the side, nigga (you already know what it is)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working, yeah)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, ha-haa)
Just closed a million dollar deal behind curtains (woo)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
One point seven in the bag, that's for certain (for certain)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, let's go)
I beat the Feds, bitch (yeah), I'm as smart as they come (ayy)
Took them books out the wrap, they look like teeth with no gums (ha-haa)
That chopper came with a drum (boom), Travis Barker a nigga (Barker a nigga)
Couple mill' on that stove, Betty Crocker for figures
The way I'm scraping this pot, you'd think this shit was delicious
Now the whole kitchen dirty, I gotta do all the dishes (damn)
G, G, G for the gutter, you niggas know where I'm from (know where I'm from)
Blew all the money fast, you niggas know what I'd done (ayy)
Got scorpions on it, you niggas know how they coming (know how they comin')
Balled in Europe all summer, you niggas know I ain't fronting
Partied in St. Tropez, then took the chopper to Monaco
Same young nigga that had them rocks at the Amoco
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working, yeah)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
Just closed a million dollar deal behind curtains (curtains)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working, working)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
One point seven in the bag, that's for certain (for certain)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
We working, nigga
Whether we in them boardrooms or we on the block
We still gettin' it
Writer: Dwayne Richardson, Jay Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Already Rich
104
You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too
Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you
You got all the riches, baby, don't be surprised (it's yours, nigga)
You got millions in your heart (gold in your head, gold in your head)
Who gives a f*ck if you Blood or Cuz, since I got it out the mud
And you're really out here layin' it down just like a rug (woo)
Nigga manifestin' these millions, I'm still a thug
Steady buying, selling these buildings, I'm still the plug (haha)
You get out what you put in, that's all I'm sayin' (yeah)
Pack Man, ain't no arcade, that's how they playing (that's how they playing)
You already rich than a bitch, it's in your mind (it's in your mind)
This shit is like a scavenger hunt, you gotta find it (haha)
Street life, you kill what you eat, watch where you sleep (sleep)
Your financial status can change in 'bout a week (swear to God)
Been through it, highs and lows, squares and O's
Even had a two door Regal, hammers and bolts
Ain't no standing room now, ain't no reservation (nah)
First come, first served, nigga, what's the hesitation? (What's the hesitation?)
This ain't the fab life, this the real life, nigga (nigga)
When it's all said and done, what's you feel like, nigga?
You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too
Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you
You got all the riches, baby, don't be surprised
You got millions in your heart
They ain't gon' give you shit, my nigga, so don't ask (don't even ask)
Keep waitin' on handouts, nigga, you won't last
Still hungry, muhf*cker, my stomach touching my back (back)
My grind is my weapon, I'm gon' kill 'em with that (yeah)
Can't call my life crazy 'cause that shit was insane
They done killed the lil' nigga for nothing, that's in vain (swear to God, nigga)
You don't understand my struggles, pure pain (pure pain, nigga)
You wouldn't understand my hustle, it's pure 'caine (hey)
Nigga, if you want it, you get it, it's non-negotiable (non-negotiable)
Ain't no sense in coming to practice, it's uncoachable
Anti-social, my nigga, stressed, perhaps (ayy)
Yeah, zero times for the bullshit
Must've took most of my life, whatever's left of it (yeah)
All I ask, please let me die with some integrity (yeah)
The fake niggas wanna call you fake (fake)
The rap niggas scared to say you're great
You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too (yeah, I can see it, nigga)
Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you (it's like death, I can see it, yeah, yeah)
You got all the riches, baby, don't be surprised (just look in the mirror, my nigga)
You got millions in your heart
So close, I know you can feel it (millions, millions)
It's right there, nigga
You don't let 'em tell you what you can't do
And go show 'em what you can (millions, millions)
That's all I'm saying, nigga (millions, millions)
Already, rich than a bitch, it's in your mind (millions, millions)
Shit like a scavenger hunt, you just gotta find it, nigga (millions, millions)
It's in your eyes, I see it thought, 104
You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too
Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you
You got all the riches, baby, don't be surprised (it's yours, nigga)
You got millions in your heart (gold in your head, gold in your head)
Who gives a f*ck if you Blood or Cuz, since I got it out the mud
And you're really out here layin' it down just like a rug (woo)
Nigga manifestin' these millions, I'm still a thug
Steady buying, selling these buildings, I'm still the plug (haha)
You get out what you put in, that's all I'm sayin' (yeah)
Pack Man, ain't no arcade, that's how they playing (that's how they playing)
You already rich than a bitch, it's in your mind (it's in your mind)
This shit is like a scavenger hunt, you gotta find it (haha)
Street life, you kill what you eat, watch where you sleep (sleep)
Your financial status can change in 'bout a week (swear to God)
Been through it, highs and lows, squares and O's
Even had a two door Regal, hammers and bolts
Ain't no standing room now, ain't no reservation (nah)
First come, first served, nigga, what's the hesitation? (What's the hesitation?)
This ain't the fab life, this the real life, nigga (nigga)
When it's all said and done, what's you feel like, nigga?
You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too
Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you
You got all the riches, baby, don't be surprised
You got millions in your heart
They ain't gon' give you shit, my nigga, so don't ask (don't even ask)
Keep waitin' on handouts, nigga, you won't last
Still hungry, muhf*cker, my stomach touching my back (back)
My grind is my weapon, I'm gon' kill 'em with that (yeah)
Can't call my life crazy 'cause that shit was insane
They done killed the lil' nigga for nothing, that's in vain (swear to God, nigga)
You don't understand my struggles, pure pain (pure pain, nigga)
You wouldn't understand my hustle, it's pure 'caine (hey)
Nigga, if you want it, you get it, it's non-negotiable (non-negotiable)
Ain't no sense in coming to practice, it's uncoachable
Anti-social, my nigga, stressed, perhaps (ayy)
Yeah, zero times for the bullshit
Must've took most of my life, whatever's left of it (yeah)
All I ask, please let me die with some integrity (yeah)
The fake niggas wanna call you fake (fake)
The rap niggas scared to say you're great
You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too (yeah, I can see it, nigga)
Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you (it's like death, I can see it, yeah, yeah)
You got all the riches, baby, don't be surprised (just look in the mirror, my nigga)
You got millions in your heart
So close, I know you can feel it (millions, millions)
It's right there, nigga
You don't let 'em tell you what you can't do
And go show 'em what you can (millions, millions)
That's all I'm saying, nigga (millions, millions)
Already, rich than a bitch, it's in your mind (millions, millions)
Shit like a scavenger hunt, you just gotta find it, nigga (millions, millions)
It's in your eyes, I see it thought, 104
Writer: Adam Pigott, Erik Ortiz, Jay Jenkins, Kevin Crowe, Thomas Callaway
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
1 Time
Yeah, greatest show on Earth, baby
Yeah, yeah, let's go
(What's up?)
You are now witnessin' (yeah) street knowledge (yeah)
Hustler's ambition (sup?)
Determination
Adversity
All of the a-motherf*ckin'-bove, nigga
Yeah
Nigga, put your hands in the air for Snow 1 time
Let's go
You niggas put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You niggas put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You ever seen a narco in the booth? (yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout thirty-six souls, nigga, white as your tooth (ay)
Desert Eagle, yeah, it look like a flute
On God, nigga, so many chickens, had to get me a coupe (ha ha)
Break it down just like a masseuse
Standin' at this all gas stove lookin' like I'm stirrin' some soup (damn)
That meant on fourteen, that Uzi money
When that Nina door jump back bite, that mean I'm losin' money
I can whip that yayo fast or slow
Wash all the pots in the sink
Put up the soda, weight them bags and go
Check the tempo, yeah, I be 'trollin' the flow
Here they come with them badges and them vest and they gon' kick in the door
Got to find a spot to hide the money
The one thing I ain't never seen is a nigga tired of money
Tiger Woods with the fork, I'm a pro
Somebody call the Cooking Network up, I wanna pitch 'em my show
You niggas put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You niggas put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
They call me S-N-O (S-N-O), that's short for Snow (Snow)
I weighed that four (four), I hid that blow (hid that blow)
Watch it freeze like ice (ice)
Yeah, it changed my life (my life)
The shit came back light (light), had to whip that twice (twice)
Throw it back in the pot while I'm heatin' the stove
State Patrol on the highway, that's a fork in the road
Yellow box on the counter, got a fork and a pot
Touch down, hit the town, hit the block with a block
The nerds workin' your nerves while you workin' them halves
First I start it with science, then I end with math
Got the weight on the dresser, I'm the Nutty Professor
Twenty four like they Kobe, yeah, I got that Vanessa
Turn a four to a nine, they were callin' him Magic
Every spot got a line, they was callin' it traffic
It's that Thug Motivation, it's that no hesitation
Time to break out the scales, guess you off of vacation
You niggas put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You niggas put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
Yeah, yeah, let's go
(What's up?)
You are now witnessin' (yeah) street knowledge (yeah)
Hustler's ambition (sup?)
Determination
Adversity
All of the a-motherf*ckin'-bove, nigga
Yeah
Nigga, put your hands in the air for Snow 1 time
Let's go
You niggas put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You niggas put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You ever seen a narco in the booth? (yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout thirty-six souls, nigga, white as your tooth (ay)
Desert Eagle, yeah, it look like a flute
On God, nigga, so many chickens, had to get me a coupe (ha ha)
Break it down just like a masseuse
Standin' at this all gas stove lookin' like I'm stirrin' some soup (damn)
That meant on fourteen, that Uzi money
When that Nina door jump back bite, that mean I'm losin' money
I can whip that yayo fast or slow
Wash all the pots in the sink
Put up the soda, weight them bags and go
Check the tempo, yeah, I be 'trollin' the flow
Here they come with them badges and them vest and they gon' kick in the door
Got to find a spot to hide the money
The one thing I ain't never seen is a nigga tired of money
Tiger Woods with the fork, I'm a pro
Somebody call the Cooking Network up, I wanna pitch 'em my show
You niggas put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You niggas put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
They call me S-N-O (S-N-O), that's short for Snow (Snow)
I weighed that four (four), I hid that blow (hid that blow)
Watch it freeze like ice (ice)
Yeah, it changed my life (my life)
The shit came back light (light), had to whip that twice (twice)
Throw it back in the pot while I'm heatin' the stove
State Patrol on the highway, that's a fork in the road
Yellow box on the counter, got a fork and a pot
Touch down, hit the town, hit the block with a block
The nerds workin' your nerves while you workin' them halves
First I start it with science, then I end with math
Got the weight on the dresser, I'm the Nutty Professor
Twenty four like they Kobe, yeah, I got that Vanessa
Turn a four to a nine, they were callin' him Magic
Every spot got a line, they was callin' it traffic
It's that Thug Motivation, it's that no hesitation
Time to break out the scales, guess you off of vacation
You niggas put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You niggas put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put your hands in the air 1 time (1 time)
You bitches put them bands in the air 1 time (1 time)
Just know your boy was ridin' dirty, dodgin' one-time (1 time)
So, sit back and let me tell you 'bout that 1 time (1 time)
Writer: Aaron Maxwell, Christopher Cook, Jay Wayne Jenkins, Nick Ingman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Oh Yea
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what's up?
Uh, uh
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap? (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, Feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can't tell
He readin' them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the Feds
Say he 'bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin' 'bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I'm down there I'm really, really good
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap? (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
Rolex before the record deal (swear to God, nigga)
Trap house did five mil'
Why these niggas don't like me?
And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin' like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin' like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the Tec?
The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit 'em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can't live without it (what's up?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap? (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
What's up?
You already know what this shit is, nigga (oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don't
Either you got it or you gon' go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him?
Multi-milli'
But we still movin' like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M's up, nigga
Huh, Snow
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack?
Why the nigga still in the trap?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what's up?
Uh, uh
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap? (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, Feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can't tell
He readin' them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the Feds
Say he 'bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin' 'bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I'm down there I'm really, really good
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap? (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
Rolex before the record deal (swear to God, nigga)
Trap house did five mil'
Why these niggas don't like me?
And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin' like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin' like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the Tec?
The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit 'em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can't live without it (what's up?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap? (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
What's up?
You already know what this shit is, nigga (oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don't
Either you got it or you gon' go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him?
Multi-milli'
But we still movin' like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M's up, nigga
Huh, Snow
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack?
Why the nigga still in the trap?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
Writer: Daniel Lebrun, Jay Jenkins, Kinta Cox
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
White Keys
Yeah, like that
F*ck these niggas talking 'bout?
White keys, piano
Roll clips, banana
My plug got manners
Brought gifts like Santa
White keys, piano
Detroit, Atlanta
Next town, Savannah
White Keys, piano
Let's go
Bitch, I'm Beethoven of the block (Oh, you know how we coming)
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
You know my wrist froze
You know my bitch cold
And ain't no catching me slipping, I keep that big pole
Open that Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce), I heard them boys told (boys told)
She keep calling, I'm curving, I'm such a asshole
I'm talking 'fetti man, I hope you're ready, man (ready, man)
Hop out that 488, to see spaghetti man (yeah)
I came for everything (everything)
Ain't leavin' nothing man (nah)
Could see the whole universe, push of a button, man
White keys, piano
Roll clips, banana
My plug got manners
Brought gifts like Santa
White keys, piano
Detroit, Atlanta
Next town, Savannah
White Keys, piano (let's go!)
Bitch, I'm Beethoven of the block (Oh, you know how we coming)
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
That girl's a nympho (nympho)
Her friend's a bimbo (bimbo)
I'm 'bout to drive her, take it back just like a rental (damn)
Hate that for damn sure (damn sure)
I wrecked the Lambo' (the Lambo')
Hopped in the 'Rari same night 'cause I'm the man, hoe (man, hoe)
I had a plan, hoe (plan, hoe)
I made a grand, hoe (grand, hoe)
I even split it two ways with my man, hoe (yeah)
I'm just a steady man
These bitches petty, man
Heard they ain't got it, they bluffing and that's on everything (Everything)
White keys, piano
Roll clips, banana
My plug got manners
Brought gifts like Santa
White keys, piano
Detroit, Atlanta
Next town, Savannah
White Keys, piano (let's go!)
Bitch, I'm Beethoven of the block (Oh, you know how we coming)
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
Yeah, huh
White keys, piano
White keys, piano
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
Yeah, yeah
F*ck these niggas talking 'bout?
White keys, piano
Roll clips, banana
My plug got manners
Brought gifts like Santa
White keys, piano
Detroit, Atlanta
Next town, Savannah
White Keys, piano
Let's go
Bitch, I'm Beethoven of the block (Oh, you know how we coming)
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
You know my wrist froze
You know my bitch cold
And ain't no catching me slipping, I keep that big pole
Open that Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce), I heard them boys told (boys told)
She keep calling, I'm curving, I'm such a asshole
I'm talking 'fetti man, I hope you're ready, man (ready, man)
Hop out that 488, to see spaghetti man (yeah)
I came for everything (everything)
Ain't leavin' nothing man (nah)
Could see the whole universe, push of a button, man
White keys, piano
Roll clips, banana
My plug got manners
Brought gifts like Santa
White keys, piano
Detroit, Atlanta
Next town, Savannah
White Keys, piano (let's go!)
Bitch, I'm Beethoven of the block (Oh, you know how we coming)
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
That girl's a nympho (nympho)
Her friend's a bimbo (bimbo)
I'm 'bout to drive her, take it back just like a rental (damn)
Hate that for damn sure (damn sure)
I wrecked the Lambo' (the Lambo')
Hopped in the 'Rari same night 'cause I'm the man, hoe (man, hoe)
I had a plan, hoe (plan, hoe)
I made a grand, hoe (grand, hoe)
I even split it two ways with my man, hoe (yeah)
I'm just a steady man
These bitches petty, man
Heard they ain't got it, they bluffing and that's on everything (Everything)
White keys, piano
Roll clips, banana
My plug got manners
Brought gifts like Santa
White keys, piano
Detroit, Atlanta
Next town, Savannah
White Keys, piano (let's go!)
Bitch, I'm Beethoven of the block (Oh, you know how we coming)
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
Yeah, huh
White keys, piano
White keys, piano
They call me Beethoven of the block
White keys, piano
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Benjamin Diehl, Jay Jenkins, Rinaldo Rudolf
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
MLK BLVD
Ah (Yeah)
Ha ha ha
Turn every up in that a lil bit (yeah)
Oh, we gon' keep that (ha)
Yeah
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the f*ck you lookin' at?
You claim you real but your Rollie fake (rollie fake)
Say you're my dawg but you know you're snake (tss), f*ck 'em
Like Makaveli, I'm about to snap ('bout to snap)
Like Curtis Jackson, go and get the strap
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (yeah)
I hustle hard, I go and get the check (check) (check bitch)
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X (woo)
Had that ambition from the very start (very start)
Back of that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks (ha ha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (best to wash it, wash that shit nigga)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (yeah) (woo)
This nigga talkin' like he 'Ye or somethin' (like he 'Ye or somethin')
That nigga must be on that ye or somethin' (damn)
Heard what I said nigga, f*ck Trump (f*ck Trump)
Say it again, nigga, f*ck Trump (yeah)
Somebody better call CNN (CNN)
Hello? I'm 'bout to make this shit G again (let me hit that lick) (yeah)
I'm war-ready like I'm Ricky Ross (huh)
Yeah, boys in the hood, we knocking Ricky off (boom) (woo)
She think I love her, yeah, she f*cking crazy (yeah)
I'm 'bout to pass that bitch like Tom Brady (whoa)
These niggas pussy, boy, this shit a drip (a drip) (hey)
I'm better off beefing with Taylor Swift (ha ha)
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (yeah)
I hustle hard, I go and get the check (go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X (ha ha)
Had that ambition from the very start (very start, ha)
Back of that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks (what the f*ck?)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets
I'm gettin' head in the back of the Phantom
F*ckin' with Ross and I'm back in Atlanta
When I'm in Nieman's, I act like I'm a scammer
Do the connect like I'm Tony Montana
Give me a chopper to go from the slammer
I tell the driver to go get my hammer
I got a bitch that's servin' them bricks
And everything lit like I'm holdin' a candle (woo)
Feds disrespectin' me in investigations, I don't trap (no)
30 Million, 20 houses, I ain't think about that (no)
Niggas tryna rob me, I ain't tripping on it, I'm strapped (woo)
Huh, put a hunnid bands on it, we ain't beefing out back (no)
Came from the bottom of the bottom (bottom)
Richer that milli, they watching (woo)
I done got back in my pocket (pocket)
Ballin' in Houston like Rockets (ballin')
I did that, we got a problem (problem)
F*ckin' these hoes, then swap 'em (swap 'em)
Just in the Rolls and drop 'em (skrrt)
Dawn out the Rolls on Collins (yeah) woo!
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (that's my ghetto man)
I hustle hard, I go and get the check (go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X
Had that ambition from the very start (very start) (101 nigga)
Back of that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks (ha ha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (go)
You already know what it is, nigga (ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, I would say I'm back but I ain't went no motherf*cking where (ha ha)
You understand what I'm saying?
Oh, you niggas in trouble, nigga
Oh, yeah
Ha ha ha
Turn every up in that a lil bit (yeah)
Oh, we gon' keep that (ha)
Yeah
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the f*ck you lookin' at?
You claim you real but your Rollie fake (rollie fake)
Say you're my dawg but you know you're snake (tss), f*ck 'em
Like Makaveli, I'm about to snap ('bout to snap)
Like Curtis Jackson, go and get the strap
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (yeah)
I hustle hard, I go and get the check (check) (check bitch)
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X (woo)
Had that ambition from the very start (very start)
Back of that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks (ha ha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (best to wash it, wash that shit nigga)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (yeah) (woo)
This nigga talkin' like he 'Ye or somethin' (like he 'Ye or somethin')
That nigga must be on that ye or somethin' (damn)
Heard what I said nigga, f*ck Trump (f*ck Trump)
Say it again, nigga, f*ck Trump (yeah)
Somebody better call CNN (CNN)
Hello? I'm 'bout to make this shit G again (let me hit that lick) (yeah)
I'm war-ready like I'm Ricky Ross (huh)
Yeah, boys in the hood, we knocking Ricky off (boom) (woo)
She think I love her, yeah, she f*cking crazy (yeah)
I'm 'bout to pass that bitch like Tom Brady (whoa)
These niggas pussy, boy, this shit a drip (a drip) (hey)
I'm better off beefing with Taylor Swift (ha ha)
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (yeah)
I hustle hard, I go and get the check (go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X (ha ha)
Had that ambition from the very start (very start, ha)
Back of that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks (what the f*ck?)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets
I'm gettin' head in the back of the Phantom
F*ckin' with Ross and I'm back in Atlanta
When I'm in Nieman's, I act like I'm a scammer
Do the connect like I'm Tony Montana
Give me a chopper to go from the slammer
I tell the driver to go get my hammer
I got a bitch that's servin' them bricks
And everything lit like I'm holdin' a candle (woo)
Feds disrespectin' me in investigations, I don't trap (no)
30 Million, 20 houses, I ain't think about that (no)
Niggas tryna rob me, I ain't tripping on it, I'm strapped (woo)
Huh, put a hunnid bands on it, we ain't beefing out back (no)
Came from the bottom of the bottom (bottom)
Richer that milli, they watching (woo)
I done got back in my pocket (pocket)
Ballin' in Houston like Rockets (ballin')
I did that, we got a problem (problem)
F*ckin' these hoes, then swap 'em (swap 'em)
Just in the Rolls and drop 'em (skrrt)
Dawn out the Rolls on Collins (yeah) woo!
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (that's my ghetto man)
I hustle hard, I go and get the check (go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X
Had that ambition from the very start (very start) (101 nigga)
Back of that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks (ha ha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (go)
You already know what it is, nigga (ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, I would say I'm back but I ain't went no motherf*cking where (ha ha)
You understand what I'm saying?
Oh, you niggas in trouble, nigga
Oh, yeah
Writer: Jay W. Jenkins, Lexus Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
06
Let that shit rock for a minute, nigga
It's 104, nigga
It's gangster shit, nigga
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (ayy)
Spent that in '06 (yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (let's go)
Spent that in '06 (let's go)
Picture me rolling, nigga, like Pac in the '90s, hoe (90's hoe)
Knocked off that 50 pack, told 'em send me 'bout 90 more (yeah)
Already famous, I was a star at the corner store (yeah)
Just holler at shawty, 125 for a quarter O (haha)
Jizzle for president, make America snow again (snow)
Heard this in '05, yeah there go that blow again (damn)
Cuzzo just touched down, I cashed him out on a truck (truck)
My cousin set up my cousin
That's what you call bad luck (yeah, you already know what this is)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (ayy)
Spent that in '06 (yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (haha)
Just got this bad bitch
We f*ck but we don't kiss (you already know what it is)
Watch is a plain Jane (huh)
Cost me like 4 bricks (bricks)
Just seen your first mil' (let's go)
Spent that in '06 (Maybach Music)
Soldiers of fortunes, you niggas giggle with groupies (huh)
I sold my soul for two Porsches so niggas kill me or sue me (boss)
Smorgasbord full of bitches, nose candy delicious
Pocket silk, turtle necks, Rolls Royce repetitious
I'm chasing money relentless, massive wealth what you call it
Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
It make her get so erotic, I think she feeling sincere (Maybach Music)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (ayy)
Spent that in '06 (yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (haha)
Just got this bad bitch
We f*ck but we don't kiss (you already know what it is)
Watch is a plain Jane (huh)
Cost me like 4 bricks (bricks)
Just seen your first mil' (let's go)
Spent that in '06 (let's go)
It's 104, nigga
It's gangster shit, nigga
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (ayy)
Spent that in '06 (yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (let's go)
Spent that in '06 (let's go)
Picture me rolling, nigga, like Pac in the '90s, hoe (90's hoe)
Knocked off that 50 pack, told 'em send me 'bout 90 more (yeah)
Already famous, I was a star at the corner store (yeah)
Just holler at shawty, 125 for a quarter O (haha)
Jizzle for president, make America snow again (snow)
Heard this in '05, yeah there go that blow again (damn)
Cuzzo just touched down, I cashed him out on a truck (truck)
My cousin set up my cousin
That's what you call bad luck (yeah, you already know what this is)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (ayy)
Spent that in '06 (yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (haha)
Just got this bad bitch
We f*ck but we don't kiss (you already know what it is)
Watch is a plain Jane (huh)
Cost me like 4 bricks (bricks)
Just seen your first mil' (let's go)
Spent that in '06 (Maybach Music)
Soldiers of fortunes, you niggas giggle with groupies (huh)
I sold my soul for two Porsches so niggas kill me or sue me (boss)
Smorgasbord full of bitches, nose candy delicious
Pocket silk, turtle necks, Rolls Royce repetitious
I'm chasing money relentless, massive wealth what you call it
Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
It make her get so erotic, I think she feeling sincere (Maybach Music)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (don't miss)
Just got this bad bitch (yeah)
We f*ck but we don't kiss (don't kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (yeah)
Just seen your first mil' (ayy)
Spent that in '06 (yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (yeah)
We hit and we don't miss (haha)
Just got this bad bitch
We f*ck but we don't kiss (you already know what it is)
Watch is a plain Jane (huh)
Cost me like 4 bricks (bricks)
Just seen your first mil' (let's go)
Spent that in '06 (let's go)
Writer: Dwayne Richardson, Jay Jenkins, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dont Make Me
Yeah
Justice League
We're here now
We're here
Yeah
Hundred and three plus one, yeah
Don't make me do it
Yeah, 'cause you know I will, nigga
China from China (China from China)
My sheets designer (my sheets designer)
I came from nothin' (I came from nothin')
Thought I'd remind ya (thought I'd remind ya)
I hustle sore (I hustle sore)
Step on the floor (step on the floor)
My door go up (my door go up, yeah)
Aventador (woo, let's go)
Go get it right (go get it right)
Break out the ice (break out the ice)
Go get the money (go get the money, yeah)
And count it twice (and count it twice)
Don't make me get back up on my shit, boy (shit)
Take a whole thang, break it all down to nicks (nicks, yeah)
Ziploc, nigga, that's a bag full of tricks (ha-haa)
And the doors go up (up), all that's for kicks (yeah)
Ten on the floor, nigga, that's money well invested (ayy)
Got it from my dawg, I ain't even gotta test it (nah)
Thank god for hustle (hustle), that's exactly what I'm blessed with (blessed with)
Iron out the grind (woo) 'til you get the shit perfected (ayy)
True wealth is in your heart, boy (boy), gotta hustle hard, boy (yeah)
All the hard times got you doubtin', then you're gone, boy
China from China (China from China)
My sheets designer (my sheets designer)
I came from nothin' (I came from nothin')
Thought I'd remind ya (thought I'd remind ya)
I hustle sore (I hustle sore)
Step on the floor (step on the floor)
My door go up (my door go up, yeah)
Aventador (woo, let's go)
Don't trust a soul, exactly what he told me (me)
Couldn't even trust him is what he showed me (yeah)
When you broke the rules, dawg, you broke my heart (my heart)
Ten-room mansion sittin' in the dark (damn)
Ten steps ahead, I'm a visionary (woo)
Richest place in the world is the cemetery (that's right)
If the streets a jungle, I'm a f*ckin' lion (lion)
Shit can be impossible, I'm f*ckin' tryin' (yeah)
Went from baggin' reefer, now we sell tequila ('quila)
Mix the water with the soda like a margarita (ha-haa)
Who ever knew the game of life was so for real?
So many layers in the onions you just gotta peel (yeah)
China from China (China from China)
My sheets designer (my sheets designer)
I came from nothin' (I came from nothin')
Thought I'd remind ya (thought I'd remind ya)
I hustle sore (I hustle sore)
Step on the floor (step on the floor)
My door go up (my door go up, yeah)
Aventador (woo, let's go)
Don't make me do it, nigga
Don't make me
Yeah
'Cause you know I will
Yeah
Aventador
My door go up
Aventador
Break out the ice
Go get it right
Safe in the floor
Aventador
Yeah
Go get it right
Break out the ice
Safe in the floor
Yeah
Richest place in the world is the cemetery
Justice League
We're here now
We're here
Yeah
Hundred and three plus one, yeah
Don't make me do it
Yeah, 'cause you know I will, nigga
China from China (China from China)
My sheets designer (my sheets designer)
I came from nothin' (I came from nothin')
Thought I'd remind ya (thought I'd remind ya)
I hustle sore (I hustle sore)
Step on the floor (step on the floor)
My door go up (my door go up, yeah)
Aventador (woo, let's go)
Go get it right (go get it right)
Break out the ice (break out the ice)
Go get the money (go get the money, yeah)
And count it twice (and count it twice)
Don't make me get back up on my shit, boy (shit)
Take a whole thang, break it all down to nicks (nicks, yeah)
Ziploc, nigga, that's a bag full of tricks (ha-haa)
And the doors go up (up), all that's for kicks (yeah)
Ten on the floor, nigga, that's money well invested (ayy)
Got it from my dawg, I ain't even gotta test it (nah)
Thank god for hustle (hustle), that's exactly what I'm blessed with (blessed with)
Iron out the grind (woo) 'til you get the shit perfected (ayy)
True wealth is in your heart, boy (boy), gotta hustle hard, boy (yeah)
All the hard times got you doubtin', then you're gone, boy
China from China (China from China)
My sheets designer (my sheets designer)
I came from nothin' (I came from nothin')
Thought I'd remind ya (thought I'd remind ya)
I hustle sore (I hustle sore)
Step on the floor (step on the floor)
My door go up (my door go up, yeah)
Aventador (woo, let's go)
Don't trust a soul, exactly what he told me (me)
Couldn't even trust him is what he showed me (yeah)
When you broke the rules, dawg, you broke my heart (my heart)
Ten-room mansion sittin' in the dark (damn)
Ten steps ahead, I'm a visionary (woo)
Richest place in the world is the cemetery (that's right)
If the streets a jungle, I'm a f*ckin' lion (lion)
Shit can be impossible, I'm f*ckin' tryin' (yeah)
Went from baggin' reefer, now we sell tequila ('quila)
Mix the water with the soda like a margarita (ha-haa)
Who ever knew the game of life was so for real?
So many layers in the onions you just gotta peel (yeah)
China from China (China from China)
My sheets designer (my sheets designer)
I came from nothin' (I came from nothin')
Thought I'd remind ya (thought I'd remind ya)
I hustle sore (I hustle sore)
Step on the floor (step on the floor)
My door go up (my door go up, yeah)
Aventador (woo, let's go)
Don't make me do it, nigga
Don't make me
Yeah
'Cause you know I will
Yeah
Aventador
My door go up
Aventador
Break out the ice
Go get it right
Safe in the floor
Aventador
Yeah
Go get it right
Break out the ice
Safe in the floor
Yeah
Richest place in the world is the cemetery
Writer: Benjamin Diehl, Erik Ortiz, Jay Jenkins, Kevin Crowe, Lee Moses
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fake Love
(Yeah)
(Swear to God, nigga)
You can keep the fake love 'cause I don't need it (I don't need it)
Praying on my downfall, don't receive it
It's fake love
(One thing about it, it's one thing a nigga can't stand is that)
Is fake love
(Said he was my dawg, said he'd always be my man, but look)
Why I feel like this?
(Why I feel like this, nigga?
I know I ain't wrong though, I can't be)
It's fake love (fake love, nigga)
(Huh? Integrity is free, nigga, all that f*ck shit cost you somethin', uh)
Said he'd never switch up on me, that nigga lied
Not my round, never my dawg, I almost died
Money made these motherf*ckers crazy
Obligations made these motherf*ckers lazy
Ain't shit funny, all joke jokes aside
Cuba Gooding Jr. let him out, he ain't tryna ride (step out the car)
Watched me work my fingers to the blow (just sat there and watched me)
Even let him stay off in my home (for real though, huh)
You's a real nigga 'til you tell a nigga no (no)
You's a hoe nigga, let them niggas tell it though (damn)
F*ck niggas (niggas), bitches too (too)
Before I chase you, I'll chase these riches boo (straight up, uh)
You ain't got a loyal bone in your body (not at all)
Probably f*ckin' five niggas in this party (maybe six)
Can't trust you, you can't trust yourself (nope)
Need a boss bitch, you probably f*cked the help (woo)
And I ain't never asked the man for a thing (never)
Except some Tylenol to help a nigga with the pain (shit)
Shit, I'm all in (in), I'm goin' all out (swear to God)
They only come around when you ball out (what's up? Yeah)
It's fake love
(That a nigga can't stand)
Is fake love
(One thing about it, he said he'd always be my man, what's up? Yeah)
Why I feel like this?
(Huh, what's up?)
It's fake love
(It's that fake love, nigga, keep that shit to yourself, let's go)
Yeah, said I'm all in (in), I'm going all out (swear to God)
They only come around when you ball out (swish)
Paper f*cked up, doubts in my head (f*cked up, nigga)
That's when my main man left me for dead (damn)
All the shit I did, all the shit I done (all the shit I done, nigga)
Now your lazy ass wanna try to run (for real)
I ain't even trip, I just ran it up (what I did, nigga)
Niggas steady bitchin', I be mannin' up
I fed niggas (fed niggas), I led niggas (yeah)
Then your dawgs won't help you pull the sled, nigga (yeah)
Took 'em 'round the world (world), even gave 'em ice (ice)
Like Keith Sweat, somethin', somethin', somethin' just ain't right
It's fake love
(I said it's one thing about it, it's one a nigga can't stand is that)
Is fake love
(Nigga said he was my dawg, said he'd always be a nigga man, but, ayy)
Why I feel like this?
It's fake love
You know, one thing about it, nigga, I was sittin' up in that cell
I ain't ask a motherf*cker for shit
Ain't nobody go spend on a nigga
Ain't nobody check on my kids
Ain't nobody call my mama
Ain't nobody hit my sister
I done paid my niggas' funerals and all
I don't want shit back, on bro, can say it like this
All that fake love, you can keep that shit
I don't need it, I don't want it
I don't desire it, don't ask for it, man
On ten toes, nigga
I'ma keep it goin', I'ma live the dream, nigga
How 'bout that?
(Swear to God, nigga)
You can keep the fake love 'cause I don't need it (I don't need it)
Praying on my downfall, don't receive it
It's fake love
(One thing about it, it's one thing a nigga can't stand is that)
Is fake love
(Said he was my dawg, said he'd always be my man, but look)
Why I feel like this?
(Why I feel like this, nigga?
I know I ain't wrong though, I can't be)
It's fake love (fake love, nigga)
(Huh? Integrity is free, nigga, all that f*ck shit cost you somethin', uh)
Said he'd never switch up on me, that nigga lied
Not my round, never my dawg, I almost died
Money made these motherf*ckers crazy
Obligations made these motherf*ckers lazy
Ain't shit funny, all joke jokes aside
Cuba Gooding Jr. let him out, he ain't tryna ride (step out the car)
Watched me work my fingers to the blow (just sat there and watched me)
Even let him stay off in my home (for real though, huh)
You's a real nigga 'til you tell a nigga no (no)
You's a hoe nigga, let them niggas tell it though (damn)
F*ck niggas (niggas), bitches too (too)
Before I chase you, I'll chase these riches boo (straight up, uh)
You ain't got a loyal bone in your body (not at all)
Probably f*ckin' five niggas in this party (maybe six)
Can't trust you, you can't trust yourself (nope)
Need a boss bitch, you probably f*cked the help (woo)
And I ain't never asked the man for a thing (never)
Except some Tylenol to help a nigga with the pain (shit)
Shit, I'm all in (in), I'm goin' all out (swear to God)
They only come around when you ball out (what's up? Yeah)
It's fake love
(That a nigga can't stand)
Is fake love
(One thing about it, he said he'd always be my man, what's up? Yeah)
Why I feel like this?
(Huh, what's up?)
It's fake love
(It's that fake love, nigga, keep that shit to yourself, let's go)
Yeah, said I'm all in (in), I'm going all out (swear to God)
They only come around when you ball out (swish)
Paper f*cked up, doubts in my head (f*cked up, nigga)
That's when my main man left me for dead (damn)
All the shit I did, all the shit I done (all the shit I done, nigga)
Now your lazy ass wanna try to run (for real)
I ain't even trip, I just ran it up (what I did, nigga)
Niggas steady bitchin', I be mannin' up
I fed niggas (fed niggas), I led niggas (yeah)
Then your dawgs won't help you pull the sled, nigga (yeah)
Took 'em 'round the world (world), even gave 'em ice (ice)
Like Keith Sweat, somethin', somethin', somethin' just ain't right
It's fake love
(I said it's one thing about it, it's one a nigga can't stand is that)
Is fake love
(Nigga said he was my dawg, said he'd always be a nigga man, but, ayy)
Why I feel like this?
It's fake love
You know, one thing about it, nigga, I was sittin' up in that cell
I ain't ask a motherf*cker for shit
Ain't nobody go spend on a nigga
Ain't nobody check on my kids
Ain't nobody call my mama
Ain't nobody hit my sister
I done paid my niggas' funerals and all
I don't want shit back, on bro, can say it like this
All that fake love, you can keep that shit
I don't need it, I don't want it
I don't desire it, don't ask for it, man
On ten toes, nigga
I'ma keep it goin', I'ma live the dream, nigga
How 'bout that?
Writer: Austin Owens, Desmond Peterson, Isaac Hayes, James Foye, Jay Jenkins, Johnny Shepherd, Queen Bulls, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All Night
Yeah
Anybody seen my drink?
Oh, we goin' all night tonight (oh, I got it)
I'm on that white though
All night, nigga
Nah, for real though
Talk to 'em, nigga
I'm talkin' breakin' down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (yeah)
That ass sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (yeah)
I could f*ck you right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh
Gotta let them niggas know, boy, you got that dough, boy
F*ck what you heard, you ain't nothin' to hold boys
Before I seen them O's, boy, I was a po' boy
Drop the top in the hood, yeah, I'm talkin' dope boy
I be making hits, man, like a hit man
What you say about them dollars, they can suck a dick, man
Keep my dawg on the collar 'cause that boy a pit, man
Streets get deep, yeah, I'm talking quicksand (yeah)
Straight up out the hood, yeah, I'm ridin' wood, yeah
Rose gold with the pointers, yeah, I'm lookin' good, yeah
Self-made, self-paid, yeah, it's understood, yeah
WANW, I wish a nigga would, yeah
You' bout your issue? Is you gon' shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don't do no snitchin', don't do no trickin', don't do no lackin'
Don't do no cappin', it's all night, let's get it crackin' (yeah)
Came up on a milli', yeah, I'm a millionaire (yeah)
I can see the envy, yeah, through these Cartiers (through the Cartiers)
Neighborhood style, like catch me rockin' cashmere (cashmere)
Extravagant shop, I can't buy shit from last year (no)
She can hear the pain when I hit like Advil ('vil)
I tried to explain that I charge for adlibs (adlibs)
I hop on the plane, show the whole world my drip (my drip)
Talkin' 'bout her brain when I said she give lip (lip)
I got in my bag, this a whole lot of chips (uh)
Speedin' in the whip, I got way too many whips (too many)
Flights across the world, I get paid to take a trip (trip)
You don't trust these suckers, if you play, you gon' get flipped
You' bout your issue? Is you gon' shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don't do no snitchin', don't do no trickin', don't do no lackin'
Don't do no cappin', it's all night, let's get it crackin' (yeah)
I'm talkin' breakin' down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (yeah)
That ass sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (yeah)
I could f*ck you right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh
What's up?
Yeah
104 did that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah
All night nigga
You gon' get up tomorrow, do it again
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Anybody seen my drink?
Oh, we goin' all night tonight (oh, I got it)
I'm on that white though
All night, nigga
Nah, for real though
Talk to 'em, nigga
I'm talkin' breakin' down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (yeah)
That ass sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (yeah)
I could f*ck you right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh
Gotta let them niggas know, boy, you got that dough, boy
F*ck what you heard, you ain't nothin' to hold boys
Before I seen them O's, boy, I was a po' boy
Drop the top in the hood, yeah, I'm talkin' dope boy
I be making hits, man, like a hit man
What you say about them dollars, they can suck a dick, man
Keep my dawg on the collar 'cause that boy a pit, man
Streets get deep, yeah, I'm talking quicksand (yeah)
Straight up out the hood, yeah, I'm ridin' wood, yeah
Rose gold with the pointers, yeah, I'm lookin' good, yeah
Self-made, self-paid, yeah, it's understood, yeah
WANW, I wish a nigga would, yeah
You' bout your issue? Is you gon' shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don't do no snitchin', don't do no trickin', don't do no lackin'
Don't do no cappin', it's all night, let's get it crackin' (yeah)
Came up on a milli', yeah, I'm a millionaire (yeah)
I can see the envy, yeah, through these Cartiers (through the Cartiers)
Neighborhood style, like catch me rockin' cashmere (cashmere)
Extravagant shop, I can't buy shit from last year (no)
She can hear the pain when I hit like Advil ('vil)
I tried to explain that I charge for adlibs (adlibs)
I hop on the plane, show the whole world my drip (my drip)
Talkin' 'bout her brain when I said she give lip (lip)
I got in my bag, this a whole lot of chips (uh)
Speedin' in the whip, I got way too many whips (too many)
Flights across the world, I get paid to take a trip (trip)
You don't trust these suckers, if you play, you gon' get flipped
You' bout your issue? Is you gon' shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don't do no snitchin', don't do no trickin', don't do no lackin'
Don't do no cappin', it's all night, let's get it crackin' (yeah)
I'm talkin' breakin' down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (yeah)
That ass sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (yeah)
I could f*ck you right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh
What's up?
Yeah
104 did that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah
All night nigga
You gon' get up tomorrow, do it again
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Benjamin Diehl, Jay Jenkins, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
4Play
Dolla
Dolla $ign
Two, three, four, five in the morning (what's up? You already know what time it is)
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do (talk to 'em, homie)
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
Street certified, they ain't never lied
Niggas killed me ten times, I ain't never died
She love when I talk that blunt shit (talk that shit)
Watch what they do, I'm on my shit (yeah)
Future so bright, I had a dark past (past)
All odds against me, thought I wouldn't last (yeah)
Blood in my vein, be my lifeline (lifeline)
Swear we gon' ball for a lifetime (swear)
Us against the world, I'ma hold you down
California king with the queen, I'ma put it down
Can't rush this, I'm like no way (no way)
Take my time, hope you like foreplay
Two, three, four, five in the morning (huh? Yeah)
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
Boss up, baby, ain't no other way (ain't no other way)
It's me and you, baby, ain't no other play
Put you on G, show you how to move (show you how to move)
Nigga ain't me, you need another dude (yeah)
I got the brains and the hustle (say what? Uh)
I got the grind and the muscle (yeah)
I'm tryna make you better than you ever been
Stack more paper than you ever spent
You done f*cked around and found a real one
Streets or the office, get a deal done (yeah)
Can't rush that, I'm like no way
Take my time, hope you like foreplay
Two, three, four, five in the morning (what's up? Ayy)
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
All I wanna do is see you live your dreams
Everything I do is all for the team
What's up? Haha
I know that you see that I'm on you (so sexy)
So let me know what you wanna do
Shawty look so good, she so fine
Got that sexy feel without tryin'
Take you from the hood, never give you back
Baby girl, let me know if you're into that
We gon' have a good, good time
Know you got your own, baby, I'ma spend mine
Over here where we winnin' at
Baby girl, let me know if you're into that
Two, three, four, five in the morning
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
All I wanna do is see you live your dreams
Everything I do is all for the team
Dolla $ign
Two, three, four, five in the morning (what's up? You already know what time it is)
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do (talk to 'em, homie)
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
Street certified, they ain't never lied
Niggas killed me ten times, I ain't never died
She love when I talk that blunt shit (talk that shit)
Watch what they do, I'm on my shit (yeah)
Future so bright, I had a dark past (past)
All odds against me, thought I wouldn't last (yeah)
Blood in my vein, be my lifeline (lifeline)
Swear we gon' ball for a lifetime (swear)
Us against the world, I'ma hold you down
California king with the queen, I'ma put it down
Can't rush this, I'm like no way (no way)
Take my time, hope you like foreplay
Two, three, four, five in the morning (huh? Yeah)
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
Boss up, baby, ain't no other way (ain't no other way)
It's me and you, baby, ain't no other play
Put you on G, show you how to move (show you how to move)
Nigga ain't me, you need another dude (yeah)
I got the brains and the hustle (say what? Uh)
I got the grind and the muscle (yeah)
I'm tryna make you better than you ever been
Stack more paper than you ever spent
You done f*cked around and found a real one
Streets or the office, get a deal done (yeah)
Can't rush that, I'm like no way
Take my time, hope you like foreplay
Two, three, four, five in the morning (what's up? Ayy)
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
All I wanna do is see you live your dreams
Everything I do is all for the team
What's up? Haha
I know that you see that I'm on you (so sexy)
So let me know what you wanna do
Shawty look so good, she so fine
Got that sexy feel without tryin'
Take you from the hood, never give you back
Baby girl, let me know if you're into that
We gon' have a good, good time
Know you got your own, baby, I'ma spend mine
Over here where we winnin' at
Baby girl, let me know if you're into that
Two, three, four, five in the morning
I know that you see that I'm on you (I know you see me, baby, yeah)
Shawty, I can read your mind (thinking that it's time to make that move, move)
So baby, here's what we gon' do
Tell your friends good night today (tell your girls good night)
Come on, meet me outside today, hey (meet me outside)
Let me change your life, babe (let me change your life)
All I need is one night, baby (all I need is one night, yeah, yeah)
All I wanna do is see you live your dreams
Everything I do is all for the team
Writer: Corey Mathis, Diamond Smith, Herby E. Azor, Jay Jenkins, Joseph Smith, Marcus Cooper, Martin Mccurtis, Rudy Sandapa, Spectacular Smith, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Play It Safe
Yeah, what's up? Uh-huh
It's 104, nigga, yeah
Never play it safe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you got a lot of issues (yeah, what's up?)
Like damn
Wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
(Wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you, yeah, what's up? What's up?)
Oh, man
Know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn't walk a mile in 'em, nigga, oh this that 104, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin? (What's up? What's up?)
Swear I never play it safe, no
Yeah, the bigger the risk, the bigger the prize (prize)
Yeah, I love her on top while I'm grippin' them thighs (yeah)
Bonnie and that Clyde shit, we show up and we show out
Thug love in that backseat every time we go out (haha)
Got her legs vibratin', yeah, I'm 'bout to catch a felony (ayy)
Realer than her last man'll ever be (Young)
Real player shit, call me young Bill Bellamy (damn)
All about principle, a man of integrity (ayy)
Yeah, chances make champions, against all odds
I'm a introvert, baby, (yeah) stay away from them frauds (yeah)
Straight up out the sewer, yeah, the sex can get nasty (ayy)
Best of both worlds, yeah, we ratchet and we classy
Yeah you got a lot of issues (yeah, what's up? Talk to 'em, baby)
Like damn, wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
(Wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you)
Oh, man
Know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes (you know what this is)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no
Rolex like a Grammy, summer in Miami (yeah)
White Rolls Royce truck, yeah, that black card handy (damn)
Ask me how I got here, yeah, girl, I risked it all
Self-made, self-paid, so it's mothaf*ck 'em all (damn)
Yeah, I hope that you can handle me 'cause girl, you gotta challenge me
Stack of bibles, on God, you won't damage me (ayy, yeah)
Straight up out the sewer, yeah, the sex can get nasty (nasty)
Best of both worlds, yeah, we ratchet and we classy
Girl, you got a lot of issues (what's up? What's up?)
Like damn, wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
(Wonder why, huh? Yeah)
Oh man, know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn't walk a mile in 'em, baby, yeah)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no
I don't know (I don't know)
What you want from me (what you want, though, what we doin'?)
My eyes so low
It's so hard to see (it's hard to see, this that 104, though)
On my ride home (my ride home)
It occurred to me
I'm on my own road (on my own, baby)
And it's clear to see (it's all good, though, that's why I never play it safe)
Girl, you got a lot of issues (woo, what's up?)
Like damn, wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
Oh man, know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn't walk a mile in 'em, baby)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no
What's up? Oh this that 104
What we doin'?
One thing about it, two things for sure
Three things for certain, baby
You never play it safe, huh
The bigger the risk, the bigger the prize
Chances make champions and shit like that
You know what it is
Haha, yeah
It's 104, nigga, yeah
Never play it safe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you got a lot of issues (yeah, what's up?)
Like damn
Wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
(Wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you, yeah, what's up? What's up?)
Oh, man
Know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn't walk a mile in 'em, nigga, oh this that 104, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin? (What's up? What's up?)
Swear I never play it safe, no
Yeah, the bigger the risk, the bigger the prize (prize)
Yeah, I love her on top while I'm grippin' them thighs (yeah)
Bonnie and that Clyde shit, we show up and we show out
Thug love in that backseat every time we go out (haha)
Got her legs vibratin', yeah, I'm 'bout to catch a felony (ayy)
Realer than her last man'll ever be (Young)
Real player shit, call me young Bill Bellamy (damn)
All about principle, a man of integrity (ayy)
Yeah, chances make champions, against all odds
I'm a introvert, baby, (yeah) stay away from them frauds (yeah)
Straight up out the sewer, yeah, the sex can get nasty (ayy)
Best of both worlds, yeah, we ratchet and we classy
Yeah you got a lot of issues (yeah, what's up? Talk to 'em, baby)
Like damn, wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
(Wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you)
Oh, man
Know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes (you know what this is)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no
Rolex like a Grammy, summer in Miami (yeah)
White Rolls Royce truck, yeah, that black card handy (damn)
Ask me how I got here, yeah, girl, I risked it all
Self-made, self-paid, so it's mothaf*ck 'em all (damn)
Yeah, I hope that you can handle me 'cause girl, you gotta challenge me
Stack of bibles, on God, you won't damage me (ayy, yeah)
Straight up out the sewer, yeah, the sex can get nasty (nasty)
Best of both worlds, yeah, we ratchet and we classy
Girl, you got a lot of issues (what's up? What's up?)
Like damn, wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
(Wonder why, huh? Yeah)
Oh man, know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn't walk a mile in 'em, baby, yeah)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no
I don't know (I don't know)
What you want from me (what you want, though, what we doin'?)
My eyes so low
It's so hard to see (it's hard to see, this that 104, though)
On my ride home (my ride home)
It occurred to me
I'm on my own road (on my own, baby)
And it's clear to see (it's all good, though, that's why I never play it safe)
Girl, you got a lot of issues (woo, what's up?)
Like damn, wonder why I ain't f*ckin' with you
Oh man, know they couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn't walk a mile in 'em, baby)
And the plan is not to let 'em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin', is the future worth pursuin' or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no
What's up? Oh this that 104
What we doin'?
One thing about it, two things for sure
Three things for certain, baby
You never play it safe, huh
The bigger the risk, the bigger the prize
Chances make champions and shit like that
You know what it is
Haha, yeah
Writer: Gibson Alcott, Jay Jenkins, Noah Scharf
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dont Forget
I'ma tell you three bitch-ass hustlers that I don't like
One of 'em is a bitch-ass nigga who just got a job
And with his first check he gon' score some dope and quit
Then you see his bitch-ass two weeks later, now he dead broke on his ass
Now you ain't got no job, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (nigga)
Ten, don't forget to let your top down, nigga (let's go)
Them ninas is sixty-five, you what that nigga spent? (Woo)
We countin' them blessings, nigga, we know that they heaven sent
My future I'm manifestin' is all in this vision board
When you're ready to risk it all that's when you know that your vision bold (ha-haa)
All this Spam and ramen noodles, I swear that shit gettin' old (old)
All them stamps in the middle, nigga, just like a centerfold (yeah)
Stepped on like Sigma Phi, that shit'll be hard to sell (yeah)
Wrapped up like Saint Nick, sometime it be hard to tell (tell)
Servin' in front of church so I can pray for my sins (woo)
Sorry to bother, Lord, but I want that black Benz (yeah)
Pray I can call the plug, cash out a flat ten (ten)
Plug get to playin', though, I'ma show 'em that MAC-10
Second one is old hustle-to-get-high-ass nigga
Buy a motherf*ckin' ounce of weed and tryna sell half of it and smoke the rest
Bitch-ass nigga, you gon' get them old skimpy-ass sacks away from me, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (nigga)
Ten, don't forget to let your top down, nigga (let's go)
Blue when they wrapped right, got smoked like a crack pipe (damn)
Kept on playin' with it, they gave 'em that act-right (woo)
Charged my cousin with traffickin', he got stopped for a tail light (damn)
He went in and came out, never said what that cell like (nah)
'Cause Meek was in middle school, start hustlin' and dropped out
Public defender, he caught a case and he copped out
Little light skin what's-his-name, he was gettin' his bread right (yeah)
Smoked him on Madden Ave, he got killed by the egg fight (woo)
What about Chitty-Chat? He be keepin' that bread on him
I be keepin' my distance, though, 'cause I heard the Feds on him
An apartment with Ceddy boy, he taught me to stretch that (stretch that)
Long live his brother Alph, where the f*ck was his vest at?
The third one is an old dope fiend-ass nigga who be bringin' you a lick
And every time they bring you somethin' they ask for somethin'
"Yeah, you know I brought them to you, drop me somethin'"
Yo, get yo' bitch-ass away from me, ho-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (nigga)
Ten, don't forget to let your top down, nigga (let's go)
One of 'em is a bitch-ass nigga who just got a job
And with his first check he gon' score some dope and quit
Then you see his bitch-ass two weeks later, now he dead broke on his ass
Now you ain't got no job, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (nigga)
Ten, don't forget to let your top down, nigga (let's go)
Them ninas is sixty-five, you what that nigga spent? (Woo)
We countin' them blessings, nigga, we know that they heaven sent
My future I'm manifestin' is all in this vision board
When you're ready to risk it all that's when you know that your vision bold (ha-haa)
All this Spam and ramen noodles, I swear that shit gettin' old (old)
All them stamps in the middle, nigga, just like a centerfold (yeah)
Stepped on like Sigma Phi, that shit'll be hard to sell (yeah)
Wrapped up like Saint Nick, sometime it be hard to tell (tell)
Servin' in front of church so I can pray for my sins (woo)
Sorry to bother, Lord, but I want that black Benz (yeah)
Pray I can call the plug, cash out a flat ten (ten)
Plug get to playin', though, I'ma show 'em that MAC-10
Second one is old hustle-to-get-high-ass nigga
Buy a motherf*ckin' ounce of weed and tryna sell half of it and smoke the rest
Bitch-ass nigga, you gon' get them old skimpy-ass sacks away from me, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (nigga)
Ten, don't forget to let your top down, nigga (let's go)
Blue when they wrapped right, got smoked like a crack pipe (damn)
Kept on playin' with it, they gave 'em that act-right (woo)
Charged my cousin with traffickin', he got stopped for a tail light (damn)
He went in and came out, never said what that cell like (nah)
'Cause Meek was in middle school, start hustlin' and dropped out
Public defender, he caught a case and he copped out
Little light skin what's-his-name, he was gettin' his bread right (yeah)
Smoked him on Madden Ave, he got killed by the egg fight (woo)
What about Chitty-Chat? He be keepin' that bread on him
I be keepin' my distance, though, 'cause I heard the Feds on him
An apartment with Ceddy boy, he taught me to stretch that (stretch that)
Long live his brother Alph, where the f*ck was his vest at?
The third one is an old dope fiend-ass nigga who be bringin' you a lick
And every time they bring you somethin' they ask for somethin'
"Yeah, you know I brought them to you, drop me somethin'"
Yo, get yo' bitch-ass away from me, ho-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon' kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring your stock down, nigga (nigga)
Ten, don't forget to let your top down, nigga (let's go)
Writer: Amber Strother, Austin Owens, Corinne Bailey Rae, James Foye, Jay Jenkins, Paris Strother, Tobias Breuer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Real MVP
Yeah, what's up?
All my real niggas with me, sing
20/20 hindsight, you gotta just do today, you know?
Do you hear me? That's great
Oh, sometimes I don't know where I'm turning to (sometimes I don't know, you know?)
I look in the mirror (look in that mirror)
And I see the truth (all my real niggas with me, sing)
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I'm so lost without you
Truth is, yeah, I wish I was better (swear to God)
I was chasing the cheddar (yeah)
I ain't take the time to write you a letter
I was too busy chasing the funds
I ain't take the time out to take a day and just be your son
Middle school, yeah, I got me a pack
Yeah, I got me a sack
Daddy gone, so I pick up the slack
Lord knows that you need a new couch
And if I had it my way right now, I'd buy you a house
If you gon' stay here, be watching your mouth
Then what I do?
Turn around and hid them eight balls all in your house (damn)
Safe to say I was breaking the rules
I was posted on Poplar Street, pocket full of rocks and a tool
No secret, I was failing in school
Had you crying so much late night that you could fill up a pool
What's heaven when you're living in hell?
DA hoping I fail, so they can lock me up and give me a cell (hey)
Sometimes I don't know where I'm turning to (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I look in the mirror (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I see the truth (all my real niggas with me, sing)
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I'm so lost without you
With my hopes and my dreams on the scale
All I know is all these hard times keep making you frail (ayy)
And maybe I'm just chasing a dream or maybe caught in the hype
We got faith, then we gon' be alright
That mean we gon' make it tonight, we gon' live tomorrow
Grind it up, no beggin' or borrowin' (nah)
And lately you been all on my mind, spending all of my time
Tryin' not to go out of my mind (yeah)
And lately I been having my strap
'Cause I don't know which one of these so-called niggas got my back
Just know that you raised you a king, I might live all my dreams (believe that)
Despite the fact that it's hard as it seems, yeah
I know you see me rockin' the crowds, hope I'm makin' you proud
God plans, he heard you pray for your child (yeah)
And even though I'm feeding my team and I'm doin' my thing
Gotta say, all hail to the queen, hey
I don't know where I'm turning to (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I look in the mirror (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I see the truth (all my real niggas with me, sing)
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I'm so lost without you
And last, my mom
I don't think you know what you did
You had my brother when you were 18 years old
Three years later, I came out
The odds were stacked against us
One of the best memories I had was when we moved into our, our first apartment
No bed, no furniture, and we just all sat in the living room and just hugged each other
'Cause we, that's what we, we thought we made it
When something good happens to you, I don't know about you guys
But I tend to look back to what brought me here
You made us believe, you kept us off the street
Put clothes on our backs, food on the table
You went to sleep hungry, you sacrificed for us
You the real MVP
I look in the mirror, I see the truth
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now
I'm so lost without you
All my real niggas with me, sing
20/20 hindsight, you gotta just do today, you know?
Do you hear me? That's great
Oh, sometimes I don't know where I'm turning to (sometimes I don't know, you know?)
I look in the mirror (look in that mirror)
And I see the truth (all my real niggas with me, sing)
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I'm so lost without you
Truth is, yeah, I wish I was better (swear to God)
I was chasing the cheddar (yeah)
I ain't take the time to write you a letter
I was too busy chasing the funds
I ain't take the time out to take a day and just be your son
Middle school, yeah, I got me a pack
Yeah, I got me a sack
Daddy gone, so I pick up the slack
Lord knows that you need a new couch
And if I had it my way right now, I'd buy you a house
If you gon' stay here, be watching your mouth
Then what I do?
Turn around and hid them eight balls all in your house (damn)
Safe to say I was breaking the rules
I was posted on Poplar Street, pocket full of rocks and a tool
No secret, I was failing in school
Had you crying so much late night that you could fill up a pool
What's heaven when you're living in hell?
DA hoping I fail, so they can lock me up and give me a cell (hey)
Sometimes I don't know where I'm turning to (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I look in the mirror (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I see the truth (all my real niggas with me, sing)
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I'm so lost without you
With my hopes and my dreams on the scale
All I know is all these hard times keep making you frail (ayy)
And maybe I'm just chasing a dream or maybe caught in the hype
We got faith, then we gon' be alright
That mean we gon' make it tonight, we gon' live tomorrow
Grind it up, no beggin' or borrowin' (nah)
And lately you been all on my mind, spending all of my time
Tryin' not to go out of my mind (yeah)
And lately I been having my strap
'Cause I don't know which one of these so-called niggas got my back
Just know that you raised you a king, I might live all my dreams (believe that)
Despite the fact that it's hard as it seems, yeah
I know you see me rockin' the crowds, hope I'm makin' you proud
God plans, he heard you pray for your child (yeah)
And even though I'm feeding my team and I'm doin' my thing
Gotta say, all hail to the queen, hey
I don't know where I'm turning to (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I look in the mirror (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I see the truth (all my real niggas with me, sing)
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now (all my real niggas with me, sing)
I'm so lost without you
And last, my mom
I don't think you know what you did
You had my brother when you were 18 years old
Three years later, I came out
The odds were stacked against us
One of the best memories I had was when we moved into our, our first apartment
No bed, no furniture, and we just all sat in the living room and just hugged each other
'Cause we, that's what we, we thought we made it
When something good happens to you, I don't know about you guys
But I tend to look back to what brought me here
You made us believe, you kept us off the street
Put clothes on our backs, food on the table
You went to sleep hungry, you sacrificed for us
You the real MVP
I look in the mirror, I see the truth
But the truth is, I don't know what to do now
I'm so lost without you
Writer: Brian Honeycutt, Chirag Odedra, Jared Azaziah, Jay Jenkins, John Stephens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.