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[Intro]
Add a little more sauce to it

[Chorus]
Wake up early in the morn’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
I’m f**kin’ yo’ bitch cause you boring, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’, what you doin’, ayy
Ballin’, scoring, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
You lackin’, c’mon, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah

[Verse 1]
I could’ve copped me a Rollie for real, but I had to bail out my brodie for real
Cuzzo he wild’n, pull up in the wheel and I ain’t even know it was stolen for real
First they took Obi and then they took Mazie and that really f**ked with my soul like for real
Do this for all of my soldiers for real, $outh$ide we ride, you know this for real
Ain’t have to stand on nobody corner, I’m keeping all of my dollars forreal
I want them M’s like McDonald’s for real, cause niggas be clowns like Ronald for real
Playa playa from the Himalayas, I’m the real thing you an imitator
If you wild out I go super saiyan, f**k around catch this Kamehameha
Bad! Thick! That’s my lil’ ratchet lil’ baby
I shoulda been cut her off but you know that pussy be brazy, yeah
‘Member those hoes didn’t know us, aye
It’s funny how now they all on us, yeah
Just spent a check on my grill, mouth look like a six-pack of Coronas, yeah

[Chorus]
Wake up early in the morn’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
I’m f**kin’ yo’ bitch cause you boring, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’, what you doin’, ayy
Ballin’, scoring, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
You lackin’, c’mon, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’, ayy
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’, yeah

[Verse 2]
$outh$ide. Fontane
Young nigga stay flyer than a soul plane
Might sing to ya bitch like I’m T-Pain
Got her hangin’ on the hip like a keychain
Young boul but I’m far from a rookie, yeah
Shawty keep throwing me the pussy, aye
She think I’m A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, yeah
Well I guess I’m A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, yeah
I don’t blow racks on no Gucci, yo’ girlfriend a groupie, she throw me the coochie for real
And my white boy got the uzi, he don’t f**k wit’ goofies, so best watch ya kufi for real
Walked in flexing like a muhf**ka, throw some cheese and some lettuce in this muhf**ka
Ya girlfriend steady smiling and she call me Thousand Island
Cause she know that I be dressing like a muhf**ka
I’m drippin’ in juice when I walk, yeah
You niggas just talking to talk, c’mon
I for real got this jacket in Houston
I deadass copped these Timbs in New York, yeah
I got it straight from the dirt, yeah
I just been puttin’ in work, yeah
Remember those days I was broke
Now we paid like 15 and the first

[Chorus]
Wake up early in the morn’
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Bitch, I’m poppin’ what you doin’
I’m f**kin’ yo’ bitch cause you boring
She said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
She said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Said I’m poppin’, what you doin’
Ballin’, scoring, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’
Said I’m poppin’ what you doin’
You know we poppin’ what you doin’
You lackin’, c’mon, bitch I’m poppin’ what you doin’
SouthSi ~ ~ ~
ON THE $OUTH$IDE OF JERSEY!

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

[Verse 1]
Love, I’ve been looking for a while
Been  close a couple times
Man,  she’s hard to find
And towns everywhere along the map
Well, I’ve traveled there and back
And  I wonder where she’s at

[Chorus]
Yeah,  maybe she’s in Dallas
Cheering for the Cowboys
Maybe  laying low down in Mexico
I know she loves the sunshine
Yeah, maybe she’s in Vegas
At a table dealing Blackjack
Hey,  if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Verse 3]
Life, it’s a crazy ride, isn’t it?
And I’m loving every minute
But it’d be better with her in it, yeah

[Chorus 2]
Maybe she’s living in a small town
And she’s taught to fear the Bible
But she’s got a couple friends that she runs around with
Dancin’ with the Devil
Maybe she’s sittin’ in a café
In a lonely crowded city
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Bridge]
Tell her I’m comin’, I’m runnin’
Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
That I want her, I love her
And I just can’t wait to meet her someday

[Chorus]
Hell, maybe she’s a hippie
Hangin’ on the west coast
With flowers in her hair, prob’ly doesn’t care
‘Bout nothin’ but a good time
Maybe she’s living up in New York
Working down on Wall Street
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Outro]
Yeah, tell her she’s mine
Tell her she’s mine
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

You could have been a docker
You had it all
Feather cut and muscles
I hear you’re a banker these days
Well, we took New York
And wrapped it up in a silver shawl
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You were always kicking in
The exit door
While I was saving pennies
For the bus back home
Coming down in the afternoon
Excuse me, John, what are you on?
Can you spare a bit for me to carry on?
Through today, ’til tonight
‘Cos tomorrow’s out of sight
Out of reach, out of it, again
You carried off a billboard
Twenty foot by ten
And put it in your bedroom
Now you can’t get in
So please wash your hands
As you leave this century
Excuse me, John, what are you on?
Can you spare a bit for me to carry on?
Through today, ’til tonight
‘Cos tomorrow’s out of sight
Out of reach, out of it, again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you want it
You know you need it
You know I need it too
Excuse me, John, what are you on?
Can you spare a bit for me to carry on?
Through today, ’til tonight
‘Cos tomorrow’s out of sight
Out of reach, out of it
Excuse me, John, what are you on?
Can you spare a bit for me to carry on?
Through today, ’til tonight
‘Cos tomorrow’s out of sight
Out of reach, out of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Play this song

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I was young, black, and ashy, ’42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket
Throwin’ up Blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang classy
Gold herringbone, mama said I’m too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell ’em, “Run it,” like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
I’m from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets
And niggas in wheelchairs ain’t never heard of Degrassi
Raw hand, I’m gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies
N.Y.C., top down, Big blastin’
Nas said I’d be a legend, nigga, don’t gas me
Hot in ’97, Funk Flex had to ask me
“How you make it out that beef with Hov?”
Nigga, my passion

[Interlude: The Game]
I was in New York the first time I heard “Dear Summer” on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway
Lookin’ out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
It’s still West Side though

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Interlude: The Game]
See the thing I miss about hip hop the most
Was the storytelling
That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest
You know that, that cruisin’ the street in my ’64, R.I.P. to Eazy
I ain’t got nothin’ against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
And remember, nigga, I was young too, let’s go

[Verse 2: The Game]
Made it out the hood and some, I’m on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain’t have to ask for it
Gold Daytons on a ’97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin’ from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it
Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A’s, and I was playin’ sports
Youngin and fresh, six bricks inside a Jansport
Fast forward, countin’ this money on Aftermath for it
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her don’t come back here ’til she got an ass for it
Told her run through mackin’ in Louis to get a bag for it
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang (Bang)
Gang gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I’m Dam’ Wayne, bring the major pain, pain
Candlelight, Fox 5, fish fry, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit (C)
Wet ’em with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick (Sea)
Throwin’ up the pyramid, like I’m from Egypt (Gang)
The hunnid round see-through, y’all so see-through (Bop)
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just like Clifford, I’m the big red Blood, ayy
Glock 45, get a big red slug
You ain’t Blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud (Oh)
Way before the rap, I trappin’ out the cold
I didn’t know how to water whip, I straight dropped the dope (Oh)
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain’t got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt)
I do this shit myself, nigga, I don’t need no help
Walk up on ’em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Posted on the block, deuce-deuce in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah)
Couple years, real niggas gon’ be extinct
Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don’t think (Oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon’ make that shit sink (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Play this song

Let me do a rap bitch greezy
I’ll drop a bag make the shit real easy
Labels got ’em thinking they can be me
I was in the trap with my nigga yella beezy
Tell a nigga eat me, please me
Flexing on a bitch like my name is Nicki
I’ll walk a bitch like you walk a dog
I’ll never see my haters in the mall
Standing up in it, might be too tall
I dropped the shit got em pissed off
You little hoes can get pissed on
Got em all on my drip I’m the shit now
I been poppin shit hoe sit down
Ice all on my neck and my wrist now
I got that shit that’s gon make him go brazy
He wanna fuck with a bitch that’s amazing

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Hey, yeah the lil bitch amazing
Her tricks amazing she swallow and taste it
Hey, I got this bitch going crazy
Fuck till she lazy, skeet out my babies
I fuck this bitch on a daily
Nigga don’t play me better act swazee
Hey, I stay where the houses are gated
Nigga don’t play me I don’t got patience
Hey, Cuban Doll you a cutie doll
Come screw me doll, come do it
I like ya booty large, you a cutie doll
So come move it doll, that booty
Hey, I make her bust like an uzi
When I step in the club all the bad bitches choosing
I leave all these bitches clueless
I spent about 30k up on my toothfes

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Thumb through the cash every season
This shit ain’t hard cuz I make it look easy
Smoking biscotti I don’t want no diesel
Rack that shit up, do the shit for my people
We in New York toting them guns like they legal
We get em wacked and I don’t need a reason
Soon as I fuck pull my pants up I’m leaving
She keep her dick in her mouth like she teething
Hold up bitch I can do nothing basic
Pussy so wet it’s contagious
I left her dripping and shaking
Fucked her one time I can’t go on no dates
Diamonds they wet like a lake
I’m bout to cop me the crib with the pool and the gate
YSL lit and we having our way
I make it rain and they gone need a shovel
Can’t stand the rain need to bring an umbrella
I hit her earlier iced out her bezel
I’m not her pimp but she do what I tell her
Use to be broke, but I racked that shit up
Look at me now I done filled up my schedule
I cannot go nowhere with out the metal
Got bad bitches all on my line I got several

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

My bitch finna leave ain’t no better man
At 18 I was posted up magic back then on my moms
They was calling me weatherman
Stay in through the day then head out around 10
And I’m working like letterman
Want my bitch nigga go head and get her then
You be luck if you could talk to her friend
Treat that bitch like a queen just to get in her spleen
I’m a dog, I’m a dick we the Taliban
Ain’t no checking the artist we walk in the spot
So most likely I’m toting the contraband
I’m lil mouse bitch I’m all about hella bands
Ak sit on my belt like the gilidan
Free my bros out of prison, 4 boats round his chest strapped
Look like the michellin man. Boat

Play this song

[Intro]
If you ask me, since Harlem, our family’s always been like
It’s been the best of times, it was the worst of times (Worst)
I needed a sign
2008, my mother passes away (RIP)
I’m at rock bottom
Dave’s with me through my mother’s situation (Yeah, I was)
But he’s still playin’ basketball, he’s doing his thing (Yeah, I was)
Two years later, he gives me a call
He’s hit rock bottom (Yeah, I did)
He’s gettin’ kicked out of school
He has another dream: to rap
He tells me he needs to come back to New York
And if he has this opportunity, he’s gonna make it
I knew I was already strugglin’, I didn’t even want him to come back
And be in the streets, I didn’t want him to get into any bullshit
We didn’t really have much, na’mean? We were just together
All we had was each other and his dream
I look back now, I think of 6E, that front door (Pals)
Right by the staircase, perfect place, that back room I grew up in
He’s been such an inspiration to so many
People see the grind and the pain, the struggle he’s gone through (Right)
That we’ve been through (Right)
But this is for everybody out there (Yeah, it is)
Lookin’, thinkin’, dreamin’, everybody needs a sign (Yeah, they do)
Sometimes you can’t see it yourself
You need a sign, need some help

[Verse 1: Dave East]
We know we guilty but we gon’ act like we innocent (On God)
My Glock was filthy, need disinfectant to get it in (Oh, God)
My grandpops was an immigrant, never a citizen (Never)
They expect me to vote, told my mother, I needed Ritalin (Crazy)
Was born crazy, (Lost) I never felt like I was normal (Never)
The sun shine bright after it rain, that’s what the storm do (Right)
Roll a blunt and wish I could trade places with Freaky (Malik)
Until I sit and realize my daughter really need me (On God)
I had to cut ties with my closest, niggas is greedy (Greedy)
You can see the pain in my eyes as soon as you see me (Look)
Aladdin had me tryna make wishes, wasn’t no genies (None)
Halal if I was talkin’ bout lambs, no Lamborghinis (None)
We was really starvin’, in my aunty crib hearin’ Marvin
Had to travel the world to realize nowhere like Harlem (Nowhere)
I tried to keep my distance from niggas that’s scared of problems (Scared)
Them niggas realize you food, then anywhere, they’ll rob him (Anywhere)
You ever tuck in your jewelry? Then you don’t need to shine (You don’t need it)
All the money in the world won’t bring you peace of mind (Nope)
All them chains don’t matter, they hate to see you shine
Was lost, prayin’ to God, beggin’ him, like, “I need a sign” (I need one)
Show me how to do it when ain’t nothin’ workin’ (Workin’)
I just hope that I don’t shoot if we meet up in person (God)
Now they ask my feature price, they never wanted verses (God)
Now I live a different life, can’t see my mother workin’ (On God)
Should I rob ’em? Should I shoot ’em? I just need a sign (I need one)
You know I’ve been goin’ through it, just give me a sign (Don’t blow it)
I promise we all could do it, I just need some time (I promise)
Should I continue with this music? Just give me a sign (Tell)
Thinkin’ ’bout the day when I won’t need to rhyme
She tryna lie on me or she love me? I just need a sign (I needed one)
I close my eyes and pray, like, “I just need a sign” (Pray)
I listen to what you tell me, I can’t read your mind

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
I need a sign, I need to blind ’em, eh
Before the diamonds
Though I’ve been live, I set my timin’, eh
Ain’t no silver lining
They can’t control me, fuck your controllers
Lost in the sofa least every mornin’
I’m takin’ over, fuck these emotions, all the signs
Hey, niggas callin’ like we homies now, not
I bet they stop with all that trollin’ now, blocked
Made that rooftop into a floor for now, it’s a sign
Now it’s Rolls when we rollin’ out, drop
Fuck a lease, I gotta buy the block, block
Fuck them people, there’s a bottom line, no need to sign

[Verse 2: Dave East]
My man died before we talked, ain’t get to speak in time
Them grams had them smokers lookin’ like a sneaker line
My little man don’t wanna rumble, so he keep a 9
Not breakin’ it down, keepin’ this pot, shit, this peace of mind
I’m on my daughter, across the water, I hope she don’t see no crime
There’s problems, I pull up on the bike, I’m on Deebo time
I tried to ask my father to help me, told me, “I need to grind”
Your funeral packed, but you dead, can’t even see the line
I hope I see the signs
It break your heart when a youngin’ dyin’, he was nine
They say he stop, but we speedin’, so we don’t see the sign
Feel like a war goin’ on when all your people dyin’
Niggas is numb and they gon’ act like they don’t see you cryin’
You got a chance to get outta here, we don’t need you ridin’
He just need a sign (He just need a sign)
Nobody keep it real with him, he tired of people lyin’
He sick of lightin’ up candles, too many people dyin’
Knowin’ you might get up out the hood, that shit’ll keep you tryin’
I’m used to the jungle, nigga, I been a lion
Walk in the booth, kill everything, even my pen is dyin’
That shit they tried to teach in school, we ain’t consider science
You a sucker if you give up, too many niggas tryin’
Pocket watchin’, you focused on what your nigga buyin’
Pocket watchin’, you focused on what your nigga buyin’

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
I need a sign, I need to blind ’em, eh
Before the diamonds
Though I’ve been live, I set my timing, eh
Ain’t no silver lining
They can’t control me, fuck your controllers
Lost in the sofa least every morning
I’m takin’ over, fuck these emotions, all the signs
Hey, niggas callin’ like we homies now, not
I bet they stop with all that trollin’ now, blocked
Made that rooftop into a floor for now, it’s a sign
Now it’s Rolls when we rollin’ out, drop
Fuck a lease, I gotta buy the block, block
Fuck them people, there’s a bottom line, no need to sign, yeah, yeah

Play this song

[Intro]
Shit
Yeah, I’m feelin’ like that
I’m in New York right now, you heard?
I’m a different kinda animal when I’m up here (I’m a silverback)
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

[Interlude]
A’ight, I’ma get it all out right here, you heard me?
This my healing process, you know what I’m sayin’?
I’m pressured

[Verse 1]
First time I ever been disappointed, think it came from my mother
I subconsciously engage in things that’s makin’ me suffer
And this in turn has an effect on how I deal with a woman
I try to turn ’em against their family just to prove that they love me
I put that iron on your cousin, I put that iron on your brother
And when they draw the chalk line, pretend that I don’t know nothin’
I’m not the one to cross now, I ain’t retire from thuggin’
Observe that I’m a boss now, I mail it out and say, “Fuck it”
Then slim, you won’t get walked down, if you survivin’, you lucky
You survivin’, you lucky, you survivin’, you lucky

[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

[Verse 2]
Why I’m supposed to be givin’ a fuck, lil’ bitch? Uh, let me calm down
Heard your opinion and I’m not givin’ a shit, I’m really up now
In the H I went to Emit and got the pendant bust down
Talkin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to the kid, I’m out here shinin’, what now?
Applyin’ the pressure, she beggin’ to get my attention, but ain’t no love now
Say you fuckin’ with someone that fit my description, but it ain’t workin’ out
Personal trainin’ when I used to hit it, whip up and work it out
I’m really for certain now, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I am)
My insecurity wiped out, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I know)

[Interlude]
When you find someone seekin’ acceptance, that’s dangerous
‘Cause they’re not just seekin’ acceptance from you, they seek acceptance wherever they can get it from
Even the opposition, yes, Lord

[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

[Outro]
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Play this song

[Intro]
I like this song
We love you, Tecca
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 1]
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin’ up
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin’ pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us?
And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin’ for attention, you ain’t really poppin’
And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon’ pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin’
If he talkin’ bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin’
All these niggas gon’ be fake, real man, I know how to start it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 2]
And you fell in love, that’s your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin’ off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That’s like cryin’ on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

Play this song

[Verse 1: Mereba]
Used to bend for me like the steel of a hatchback
You was there for Q like a fourth grade class fact
Q was in for me, never needed to ask that
PTSD, now I’m having a flashback
Told me I’m sweet, can’t sleep in the trap trap
Enemy, envy, make the strap go brrat brrat
You the missing piece, no peace when I sleep now
Used to practice peace, finna sleep with the piece now
Know I’ma miss you long as I’m alive
You said you need to call me, be sure I tried
I wish I didn’t have a song to write
I know you probably follow me with your light

[Verse 2: Deante’ Hitchcock]
My mama told me faith is all that I need
And back in the day I would’ve agreed, but now it’s hard to believe
I still do not, ’cause I want, ’cause I need to
Believe in something greater than me without being able to see it
So fuck a watch, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Nobody knows my sorrow, nobody knows about the trouble I seen
A lot of dead niggas livin’ through me, shawty, but not in the literal
Most ’em dead ’cause they ain’t follow they dream
The power of a higher entity entered me
Mentally, physically, spiritually, I’m on a whole different energy
Fuck the world, but I need you to remember me
I had doubt in myself ’cause I used to fear that you would look at me differently
If I ever changed, I’m numb to it now, I don’t feel the same
A slave to the feeling, I’m breaking the chains
Tryna balance out the joy, the pain, the sun, the rain
My life and the fame, done lost the game
The gift, the shame, my skin, my veins
My soul done rained so much on my heart
Really I don’t know where to start
The irony of finding self in the dark
My nigga, truthfully, feel like it’s two of me, I should’ve been on that ark
A love-hate relationship with my thoughts, I’m tryna shine in my own light
The realest nigga left in my own right
Helping you with your vices but can’t seem to get a grip on my own life, yeah

[Verse 3: Omen]
I was on my way down, breakdowns, breakthroughs
Spit up out my debut, gotta say I stay true
Maybe why I stayed broke, I been on a goose chase
Gotta swallow pride when they see me, how the truth taste?
Off the beaten path like Blueface
On the North Side, had to be a Tuesday
Walkin’ slow with your kids on a school day
Way past midnight suddenly my mood change
That’s when the truth came, in New York hearing rumors
My sister was homeless, convinced her to often
Been years since we talked, number changed
Saw you and my heart broke in a couple ways
I can’t believe when I seen you, I knew shit was true
Stared in your eyes and I saw a different you
Skated off fast ‘fore I could address it
Hope I ran into you ‘fore we both get to Heaven

[Refrain: St. Beauty]
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light, ayy

[Outro: Buddy]
Yeah, hahahaha
We just kickin’ it, you know, ayy, woah
I’m here with all my friends
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what?
And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
(Ayy, that shit sound tight)
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what?
And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? What?
And the hoes

Play this song

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Why so serious? I’m never fuckin’ around
These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin’ the ground
Plane Jane Patek I’m never bustin’ it down
Flagrant as fuck, I’m never toning it down (Yeah)
Oh, you big mad?
Why you chasin’ a chick that I been had?
Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that
Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
Believe me, my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee)

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Winners win)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (Yeah)
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (Woo)
It’s game time, put me in, I’m suited up
Bitch, I’m good enough (Yeah), I don’t need the luck (Yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
The proof’s in the income, I ain’t gotta prove it (No)
She got a man, nigga, I ain’t stupid
But the way you work that body, you gon’ have to lose it
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (Yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (Ayy)

[Chorus: Tyga]
I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Ayy)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains (Big dog)
And I need a super freak like Rick James (Ayy)
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang (Come on)
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh my god, I’m so pricey
Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
When she throw it back, she like, “Papi, don’t bite me”
Yeah, make her bend down
She ‘gon let me clip when I’m in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
10k a month, Hell’s Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)
L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
I’m international, not local
A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain’t talkin’ bags, then I’m antisocial, be gone

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
Three stones on a mountain
Three small holes in a field
You’ve given me the big dream
But you can’t make it real

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose, but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

[Verse 2]
A hundred years or more
It feels like such a dream
An endless conversation since 1917
Now the battery is too hot
It’s burning up in its tray
Young marriages are melting
And dying where they lay

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

[Verse 3]
Our tongues will fall so still
Our teeth will all decay
A minute feels much longer
With nothing left to say
So let them win the battle
But don’t let them restart
That genocidal feeling
That beats in every heart

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

Play this song

[Intro: P!nk]
No-no-no, no-no-no, no
Hey
No-no-no, no-no-no, no

[Verse 1: P!nk]
We’re driving in a black car
And it’s blacked out and we’re spinnin’
We’re listening to “Fast Car”
And you’re driving fast and you’re singin’
Don’t wanna tell you what I’m feelin’
Don’t want this night to hit a ceiling
I’m wearing dirty white shoes
A white t-shirt and your jacket
I’m laughing, but I’m lying
When you’re smiling, I’m the saddest
I hide my face so you don’t see it
I think out loud, hope you don’t hear it

[Pre-Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
It’s going on 18 months now
And it’s fucked up, but I’m falling
I feel it every day now
But I’m stallin’, but I’m stallin’
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly

[Verse 2: Wrabel]
I get up, turn the lights out
And it’s four o’clock in the morning
I close my eyes, I can’t sleep
A hotel room in New York, and
I feel the space that’s in between us
Convince myself that this is real love

[Pre-Chorus: Wrabel & P!nk, Wrabel]
‘Cause you made this shit so easy
And I told you my secrets
So I don’t know why I’m tongue tied
At the wrong time when I need this
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly

[Bridge: P!nk & Wrabel]
I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I
Ooh, no
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ all night
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ all night

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel, P!nk]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
(Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break (Gotta break)
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
(Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly

[Intro]
Day trip took it to 10

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 1]
In the A, have 40 inches
Head-to-toe, it get expensive (Cash)
Carter lenses for my vision (Barney)
I see you fake niggas pretending (Rats)
You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)
Your hoe come ’round and get litty (He lit)
President of the bad bitches (Grrat)
They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)
Get fishing on jail, dripping on [?]
Rocking some shit that I can’t even spell
Louis my shell, blue money trail
My F for Fendy, you F is for fail
[?] like soldier
Pop off your top like Corona (Pop)
Motor sound like it’s a polar
Ice on a choker, my bitch look older
She shakin’ ass like she came from Illinois (Shake that ass)
He a dog, I like paw
I ain’t fine at all (No)
I just tear down the mall (Take that shit)
Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)
Shit on you like a star, ugh
We the youngest involved
That’s my voice, need a hold

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 2]
Can’t wait for a minute, impatient, go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching, ugh
Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins, they think I’m gettin’ it printed (Nah, I ain’t)
I came with them racks, you dig? (What’s up?)
This OG, you’re smoking on med (Look here)
Still living in your momma crib
You can’t even come for the kids
Smoke ’em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walk in, you just bleed, want some [?] (Yeah)
I’m in that Ghost, you can say the whip hunnid
I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)
Just spend like 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil’ birdies
Bought out diamond district
I’m up in New York, my [?] racks
Speakin’ out facts (Turnt)
I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)
I used to juggin’ up x (Runnin’)
Now, I’m [?] relax, ugh
I’m eatin’ spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that [?] back to back (Skrt)
Have this hair lookin’ like cataracts (I’m high)
I’m in the club throwin’ up that kind of racks (Racks)

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

The fifth borough, late night on the corner, mob ties, everybody’s gotta line of order
Wu-Tang shout when the party jump off
Staten Island struggle on the bridge bodies jump off
It’s a whole new world. Everybody see the pain, little boy, little girl
Sunday dinner, old school thinker, everybody know the code when the feds linger

It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

Ooh tell me where you get a better slice
Where you get a piece of the pie that’s realer than the apple
The last borough to hold the yuppies off, when you mingle with the people then you feel the old New York
Jesus Christ, will You save this island
I stopped counting how many kids I grew up with are dead forever or dads locked up in penitentiaries doing dimes or better

It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

[Intro]
So they’re cheering for me now
In the streets, hear them cheering for me now
Right up Broadway, they’re cheering for me now
And one day, all the enemies I’ve made might hold their own parade
But not today

[Verse 1]
I came here with nothing
Like hundreds before me
And millions behind me
You know you can find me in New York
Where everyone’s different
But share the same island
Polluted and loud
But you’re safe in the crowd
Here in New York

[Bridge]
Today it’s my city
Tomorrow, who knows?
Today we’re a country
Let’s see how that goes

[Verse 2]
Upstate doesn’t trust us
They’re safe in their sameness
They’re scared of what’s strange
But each corner means change
Here in New York
Where else can you wander
And hear every language
We fight like a marriage
Then share the same carriage
We suffer the weather
We bind and we tether
This nation together

[Verse 3]
I’m just getting started
And time’s of the essence
I can’t say I’ve made it
But I’d never trade it
They’ve thrown a parade
Ha!
In my New York

[Outro]
Cheering for me now
Can you hear them cheering for me now

[Intro]
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
Look at yours, it’s alright
I just wanna hold you tight girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine

[Verse 1]
Remember the time, when our hips were tight
You’re my reminder, I need to find
Girl we came so close
I still got your clothes sitting in my room
While I play this music
You’re not my girl no more, let the rain just pour
While I lay here and listen to music
Staring at the city lights on the bright side
You found another guy, just hope you’re alright
Sure you’ll be alright, prolly hold you tight
Don’t you worry bout how I feel tonight
Girl tomorrow I’ll catch another flight
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
I don’t wanna cry, don’t want butterflies
Girl, you gotta fly, said I love you, and I didn’t lie

[Verse 2]
You’re all I know
I still got your poems hanging in my room
While I play this music
I can’t find you at home, at least I know you’re gone
Summer’s chasing away, and now your’re losing
Staring at the city lights on the bright side
I don’t wanna see you on the edge
You found another guy, just hope you’re alright
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Sure you’ll be alright, prolly hold you tight
Baby girl, this love is not a game
Don’t you worry bout how I feel tonight
Girl tomorrow I’ll catch another flight
Baby girl this love is not a game
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
Life and death are really not the same
Tryna make it right, tryna make a life
Tryna butterfly, said you gotta fly
You know

[Verse 3]
Harsh reality, soul fatality
Heart capacity, couldn’t handle your audacity
Often they laugh at me, sweet tooth flow causing a cavity
So I floss on these jokers, gotta call when they consult me
An my wrist on water like the faucet attached to me
We a monster, a masterpiece
Just because this is our current situation
Doesn’t mean this is how it has to be
Things changes drastically, you was acting dramatic
I was sitting here passively, contemplating my actions
I’m in the state where I really feel like we never happened
All I have is my raps and these crumpled poems in trash cans
In the back of your mom’s house with the stairways in them New York apartments
When I said I was the hardest, girl, those times were the darkest
You gave me the magic, a goddess, with all that Harry Potter shit
I hope one day you just stop and acknowledge this
I put my jacket down for you in the rain, that’s only common sense
I try to fix all your problems even when I ain’t cause ’em
And we working with our egos and we know that’s colossal
And then we’ll brush our love out the dust of the hills, like a fossil
I promise, Mazel Tov for the commas
At least my apologies aren’t as part of my partners
When we just tryna get it popping
Never did get that semester in college
But I told professor this my synopsis

[Bridge]
I don’t wanna se you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m stalling
I don’t know why you still opaque, can’t you see I’ve been calling
I dont wanna see you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m stalling
I know you still play with me

[Outro]
Girl I’m rolling in the Hills, too focused on the mils
Wrote a poem bout a chandelier, sunset gleaming on the rings girl We can go do a lot of thing, and me and you got a lot of dreams
Bottles in the East, and my legs are getting weak
We can make it really brief, just so we can get a-
Girl we need some sleep, you’re the one I wanna see

Life
Live it
You only get one

[Verse 1]
Make a couple dollars think you cool, until your kids gettin’ followed after school
We ain’t never followed rules
I just want the crib that got the pool
Niggas jumped him, he went home and got his tool, shorty fed up
Everything on the line, you either die or give that bread up
This the Mafia so don’t be embarrassed, walk with your head up
Youngin’ with an opinion, the OGs told me to shut up
You tryna open shop, go get a gun before you set up
Shots’ll give your body a physical, fuck a check up
I know Yankees fans that’ll kill you just cause the Mets up
Never will I let up
The girls that couldn’t talk on the phone is givin’ the head up
How much of this can measure?
No scale, I was eyeballin’ that product
Watched a couple niggas die over that product
I got high and I forgot it
Magnum on me, Lil had the Charger, nigga we dodged it
Malik was all about bitches on some Chico DeBarge shit
Henny, drunk it straight, we wouldn’t mix a drink
Bando waking me up out my sleep, I’m off a perc in front of medicine
Now when it get cold, I just hope my daughter can fit her mink
The hottest in New York, I could give a fuck what you niggas think
Gelato, smell it on us, we pull up, they like “them niggas stink”
You not a boss, niggas still sending you to get a drink
I told Mack, empty that shit if you see a nigga blink
Was sellin’ grams, but Cam had me wantin’ to go and get it pink
When Pegasus was open
We born into this shit, niggas is chosen
Seen niggas lose they life over clothing
I told Shoota, we gon’ get rich no matter what
They was happy when we was done, now we see them they mad as fuck
We ain’t gotta live in the projects no more, I dropped out, but it’s funny, I’m hittin’ college on tour
I need them fresh, cop them again if I copped them before
Charlotte Hornets, top and bottom colored Aqua Valore
Ikey used to let me in after the locks on the door
I ain’t speeding, I ain’t smoking, fuck you stopping me for?
I hid my first .38 behind the socks in my drawer
My momma asked me “Why you got a gun? You not goin’ to war”
If I go get her cigarettes, it might be opps at the store
I’m servin’ with no tennis net, I might get stopped by the law
Pooch said he paranoid, he had some rocks in his drawers
They on a mission, kill the witness and they all might get off
I keep some money on my phone just cause they bro might’ve called
Might die speaking out of turn, niggas don’t know when to talk
We do it big, fuck a pig, cook my food with no pork
Just tryna win, cause I ain’t really in the mood for no loss
Can’t be scared of the night, you already knew it got dark
Keep it trill and try to build, that’s what I do when I talk
A month for rent just for the heels, look at her shoes as she walk
I’m tryna listen, and honestly, I’m just not choosing to talk
That Maybach just got washed, take off your shoes in my car
Them niggas that never supported act like you been a star
Wine sippin, twistin’ cigars
I’m watchin’ Steven Segal, thinking I ain’t need a dollar from niggas, just need a call
Ask me how I’m doin’
Communication out the window, that’s how shit get ruined
I won’t go unless my crew in
I always been a student
I roll with a bunch of Devils in blue, I’m on some Duke shit
Got bitches on some Luke shit
Took xanax out my diet, cause it used to make my mood switch
Live or die, it ain’t up to you, a law gon’ choose it

[Outro]
Live or die, it ain’t up to you, a law gon’ choose it
Live or die, it ain’t up to you, a law gon’ choose it

[Intro]
Ayy man you already know it’s your boy Lil B
We turnt up out here man
We got everything worldwide
Shout out to the East Coast, we in it

[Verse]
Fuck my bitch cause you based nigga
In the hood with my hipster niggas and my skater niggas
Wear pink, you ain’t based nigga
I rep that based nigga
Based World we ain’t racist nigga, fuck your race nigga
BasedGod you a pretty bitch. fuck a nigga bitch
BasedGod you can fuck my bitch, it’s pretty boy clique
Shout out Philadelphia, my niggas in New York
All my New Jersey go dumb when this start
If you from the East coast make some noise in this bitch
If you from the whole world make some noise in this bitch
My niggas get lit, my niggas go dumb
Riding low in the car, music loud smoking blunts
I don’t fuck with old hoes, I keep a young ho
BasedGod fucked my main bitch cause he’s really my bro
Woo, woo, woo, woo, that’s how it go
BasedGod fuck my ho

I’m on some BasedGod shit, please fuck my bitch
You the pretty bitch, it’s the BasedGod bitch
You can fuck my bitch, please fuck my bitch
BasedGod, please fuck my bitch

Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag

[Outro]
They know how we go
BasedGod
Like I said, options all that feel me
We tapped in

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain’t making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon’ let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’, then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin’ ditches for these niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let ’em act sketch, but this lead will erase ’em, on gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness

[Verse 1]
I woke up miles away from home
In a cheap hotel I was on my own
Across the bridge I could see the lights of Brooklyn
The traffic on those New York streets
The yellow taxi’s underneath
The shadows of the ever growing skylines

[Chorus]
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be than Brooklyn
Oh Brooklyn

[Verse 2]
And out my window I can see
A homeless man with cardbord sheets
These people go about their daily business
But nothing’s ever as it seems
In this growing land of broken dreams
It’s [?] tough and nothing lasts forever

[Chorus]
And I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be than Brooklyn
Oh Brooklyn, yeah Brooklyn
Oh Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn

[Bridge]
And I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be
Than Brooklyn, oh Brooklyn

[Outro]
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be
There ain’t no place I’d rather be
Than Brooklyn, oh Brooklyn, yeah

[Intro]
Yeah, wow
They not ready for my new shit
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I want my baby to have your eyes
I’m going against my own advice
Should I do New York? I can’t decide
Fashion week is more your thing than mine
I can’t even lie, I’d rather stay inside
I can’t do suit and tie
Can’t be in a room with you and stand on different sides
One thing at a time
I have to learn to hide
One thing at a time
Emotions running high
I wish you felt alright

[Pre-Chorus]
Just hitting my line
All the time, all the time, all oooo–
You stay on my mind
All the time, all the time (oooo)

[Chorus]
It takes some finesse
I seen you finesse
He can’t know finesse
You stay on my mind

[Verse 2]
You and your sister
Too hot to handle
Things would get cancelled
I would make time for you
Commitment
Going the distance
I’m new to all of this

[Chorus]
It takes some finesse
I seen you finesse
He can’t know finesse
You stay on my mind

[Outro]
You stay on my mind (stay)
Stay on my mind
Baby you stay on
Baby you stay on
Baby you stay on
You stay on
Baby you stay
On my mind, stay on my mind
On my mind, stay on my mind
You st–
On my mind, stay on my mind

[Verse 1]
Your kiss, your touch, your hold
You know I want you all
The darkness in my soul
Tells me to let you go

[Pre-Chorus]
And I
Need you tonight
But I’m blinded by lights
So I gotta learn to live without you

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy

[Verse 2]
She never sleeps at night
So nice you name her twice
Without you I’m alive
But my heart is cold as ice

[Pre-Chorus]
And I
Need you tonight
But I’m blinded by lights
So I gotta learn to live without you

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy

[Bridge]
I ran away from home
I ran to follow my deams
I ran away from he
Why would he do this to me?
I needed a way out
I needed to figure how
To keep get you here with me
Maybe you are my dream

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It’s f*ckin’ TR3YWAY!
It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker
Hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Draco got that kick-back
When I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter
With a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really f*ckin’ do it

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he f*ckin’ with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi’
Keep this n*gger in Versace
Said I’m pretty like Tinashe
P-Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days
I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?!)

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo sh*t back
In fact this that bitch
That “I hate small talk, I don’t f*ck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’, so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 5: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this sh*t, now I won’t see that bitch again

[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

[Intro]
D.A

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That’s a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can’t even pronounce the name
You ain’t got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin’ it like it’s fresh out the pan
Only when I’m takin’ pics, I’m the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, that’s my rain dance
And we all in black, like it’s Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. ‘What Kind Of Car He In?’
In the city love my name, nigga I ain’t gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f*ck what a nigga say
It’s all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool but he ain’t like me

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a f*ckin’ Nike
Me not icey, that’s unlikely
And she gon’ suck me like a f*ckin’ Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I’m the black JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f*ck what a nigga say
It’s all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Yeah, I’ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’ (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this sh*t from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin’ hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I’m at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon’ always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin’ out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don’t kick it with these niggas ’cause they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don’t make me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water moccasin
I’m rich in real life, I get that profit, copy

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, that’s cool, but he ain’t like me

[Outro: Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon’ get a taste

[ Intro ]
I got you lil’ bro
( Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up )
16 I told you, you got one
Uh what, yeah, wait

[ Hook: Famous Dex ]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]

[ Verse 1: Famous Dex ]
I don’t want you baby girl, you a slut
16 on the beat, so you know we turnin’ up, ooh
Got that dirty Sprite right up in my cup
.30 by my gun, pussy nigga try your luck
I’m with A$AP Illz in New York
Fuck all these niggas, man these niggas really dork
Ballin’ out, [?] out the court
Gucci on my shirt, want the money i need mo’
I don’t want you, baby girl you a hoe
Sniffin’ on that coke, but she know she want some more
16 on the beat, vans on my feet, i got diamonds on my teeth, ooh
Dexter

[ Hook: Famous Dex ]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

Remix By DJ FORGOTTEN

[Verse 1 – XXXTENTACION]

You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but niggas like the task force
Mobbin’ on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh
Niggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
‘Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent
What’s the justice in sayin’ fuck it and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin’, nigga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you’d rather hear me say, “Fuck black prejudice!”
“Let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!”
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage ’em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won’t dare say that you should stop the fuckin’ ignorance
Murder ops, killin’ shit, I’d enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em
Auction ’em, don’t you bark at ’em
Murder ’em, never heard of ’em

[Verse 2 – Notorious B.I.G.]

Now I’m thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream ain’t my lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn’t show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn’t see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated–kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

[Verse 3 – 2Pac]

God bless the dead and buried, nigga, don’t worry
If you see God first, tell him shit got worse
I ain’t mad, I know you representin’ the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin’ shit don’t stop, nigga, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin’ motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time
My epitaph will read “was the last of G’s”
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk with me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk with me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep

[Verse 1]
Oh I’ve been gone for so long
I’m tired of seeing these things on my own
I don’t wanna do this alone
I don’t need New York or Paris or Rome
O don’t wanna be on these screens
I don’t care about all these places or things
I just wanna be there with you
The only thing that carries me through

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep

[Verse 2]
Oh and I know it’s hard to be home
Tryin’ to take care of a house on your own
I know that I’m supposed to be gone
Well maybe that’s true, but it feels like it’s wrong
I spend all these great nights alone
With strangers and vagrants that I’ll never know
I just wanna be there with you
The only one that carries me through

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep