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[Verse 1: Frisco]
(I see you)
It goes G-A-N-G-ST, so don’t test me
Where’s the rest G? E-R, best in the game, yeah we are
G’d up from the feet up
Something to say? I’ll speak up, I’m not a weak heart
The lyrical skeng will squeeze off (sky)
Hold on, wait for the deep part
The butterfly that will jook man rise the machine and kwuff man
They better speak properly
Bad vibes I’m trying to keep off me
It was no comment when the police got me (no comment, shhhh, say ‘nuttin)
See no evil, hear no evil
If man try violate my people, it will get messy like Resident Evil
(evil, evil)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
(I see you)
I see you looking at my path for a path
Real MCs, we’re the last of the last
I started out with Marv in the marque
If you look around, still see Marv in the marque
Like day one, day one, man are bredrins
Earn a likkle money cause we wanna get tings
Tings for the family, tings for the yutes, after that see me in a Jordan boot
Yo, I can see the game clear like a linesman
You can see me on the horizon
Album’s dropping, full circle, I’m popping
This time blud I ain’t stopping
Remember, me and Frisco have got dreams from before that will take off your headtop clean
You know what I mean, how ya mean?
I said BBK is the team (I see you)

[Hook: P Money]
I jump on snap, couple girl wanna pree me, (I see you)
I drop a new flow, now these MCs wanna be me, but (I see you)
Put tints on the whip, so now they can’t see me, but (I see you)
Man want a favour, but man can’t retweet me (I see you)
(x2)

[Verse 3: President T]
(Prez)
Wait till I see him, wait till I see them
Karma’s a goon, never gonna pree them
I see you, never on your own
When I say minutes, they better know (I see you), never on the phone
If you wanna talk, just be clever with your tone
100 stars, but only one gets shown (wake up)
Fully ingrown, up in the sky, must have been on about drones
“Wait till I see guys go against Prez”
Never gonna be wise, they were like, “Can’t wait ’till T dies”
I came back with 100 replies, you took a break in grime (woah)
Had to revise (I see you)

[Hook: P Money]
I jump on snap, couple girl wanna pree me, (I see you)
I drop a new flow, now these MCs wanna be me, but (I see you)
Put tints on the whip, so now they can’t see me, but (I see you)
Man want a favour, but man can’t retweet me (I see you)
(x2)

Kekra – Osms Lyrics

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[Intro]
Boumidjal X on the track, bitch
Ouais

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 1]
J’vois des ânes en psychiatrie, sur le crâne grosse cicatrice
Flow semi-auto-toto-matique, la misère fait d’moi un artiste
Le reste dehors veut voir ma bite
Suce ma pipe a crack, nigga
J’sors d’la giga trap nigga
f**k ton bric-à-brac, nigga
Tout le monde à terre sauve qui peut
Le million, est à milles lieues
De comprendre la guigne que nous vivions
Que l’excellence j’suis pas fils de…
Ou frère d’un, tel…
Ne rappes pas frérot fais-le
Si tu parles de ta maille on t’fait le
J’vois le reste qu’est jealous

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 2]
Regarde les, sur leur te-tê couronne de barbelés
J’suis là pour la monnaie, épargnez-moi tous vos hip-hop hurray
Tu l’as critiqué, imité, avant mais maintenant tu l’es
J’ai raté l’avion maman j’suis Macaulay Culkin, Jordan immaculées
Gucci sur le dos, iens-cli sur le dos
Lunettes Versace placées sur le nez
Veulent m’étouffer mais la misère renait
Motivation de la mif sur l’épaule
Impossible d’changer le fusil d’épaule
Y’a d’ja le RPG sur l’épaule gauche
La concu’ frôle la ménopause
Donc faut que j’dose

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Outro]
Bouh bouh
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Tha cash
La monnaie

[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby]
It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
B-A-G me, this that bag talk
She like why you walk like this ’cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin’ like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin’ but it’s all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get the money, put it up, they’ll never see this cash
Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get ’em by the hundred
Told ’em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money
Niggas hatin’ on me dog
But I’m blessed, I’m thanking god, I hit my knees dog
Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog
Bougee glasses, I ain’t never gon’ see y’all
I just get that bag dog

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got some drip from YSL
I just left LA, I scored a bale
Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps
Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy
All my niggas bosses, not no runners
I be in the trenches with some gunners
200K in jewelry, I’m being humble
Put a bag up on her, he mad I f**ked his baby mama, ayy
Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin
I been sippin’ syrup and I’m poppin’ perkies
I be wrappin’ bales, I just started rappin’ verses
VVS’s on me, I got this shit from servin’

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

Deep river, my home is over Jordan
Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground

Oh, don’t you want to go to that gospel feast
That promised land where all is peace

Deep River, Lord,I want to cross over into campground
Into campground

The image of God invisible, the first born of all life
Before and within, he holds it all in
One name, one faith, one Christ

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

I trust no other source or name, nowhere else can I hide
This grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me near
And all that it asks it provides

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

No seam in this garment, all my rags to hide
No less than your love, for Jesus is mine

When I stand on the edges of Jordan
With the saints and the angels beside
When my body is healed, and the glory revealed
Still I can boast only Christ

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

No one is good enough, to save himself
Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else

To boast nothing else…
To boast nothing else…
To boast nothing else…
To boast nothing else…

As promised, here’s a song about the following:
Pizza
James and the giant peach
Lights, bookshelves, flowers
Right angle triangles
Throwing oranges
Nikkis spine surgery
Chelsies cat
So, i’ll try my hardest
It goes like this

I woke up this morning and had pizza for breakfast
Because i felt like shit and i looked like shit
And i thought that it’d be appropriate for me

Light’s, book shelves and flowers
That’s oddly specific
This song is so wordy
Maybe i should have written it down

Well nikki i hope you’re doing better
If i were around i’d bring you flowers
And we would watch james and the giant peach for hours

Last time jordan was over we threw fruit at trees
They were oranges that were resting by your feet
The landlord drove by and then he scolded me

I said ‘you don’t even know, i am 20 years old, which is a little too grown just to do as i’m told, judgement is clean, am as right as can be, i’m as right as triangles at 90 degrees’

Chelsie i forgot your cats name
I hope it doesn’t put you in a bad place
Because i know you used to name your kitty picks
After harry potter characters

This is a song about nothing
This is a song about everything
This is a song about whatever you want it to be

Letra de “Snowman”

[Intro]
Hey, we got it
Trap Money, oh
Shorty, bitch
Skrt

[Verso 1]
I’m a snowman, I’m a snowman
Sigo rompiendo las normas (yeh)
Ellos quieren tener beef conmigo
Pero ni siquiera llegan a mi horma (heh)
Tratan y buscan las formas (yeah)
Cogen mérito y hasta se adornan (okay)
Y si fuéramo’ del mismo equipo
Ustedes fueran Rodman y yo fuera Jordan (su-su-su)

Yo no soy el más duro, pero veo mi futuro (hey-hey)
Ami me he dado cuenta
Que lo que se viene e’ millone’ de dólares seguro (cash-cash)
Si no me crees, no me creas (no)
Escucha este tema en unos años (wuh)
Y dirás “Demonio, Neutro es el demonio
O es que tiene poderes extraños”
Y no, sólo soy un ermitaño, lector amante del cañon (hey-hey)
Como fui la oveja gris de mi rebaño
Dios me dio como don hacer daño
Con líricas tan sádicas que pareciera
Que vienen llegando de Uranio (huh)
Tu mujer te dice que te ama
Pero me lo mama agachada en el baño (hey)

[Pre-Coro]
I’m a snowman, I’m a snowman
Soy el viola novia’ blusa cortas (oh)
No me importa nada
Si tienes el culo como Nicki en su vídeo “Anaconda”
Nunca espere’ que yo te responda (no)
Puedes esperar que yo me esconda (wuh)
Porque estoy en Quilla fumando una onza
Y en diez minutos meto la mondá (hey)

[Coro]
Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hable’ de peleles
Háblame de papeles (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (wuh)
Tengo muchas mujeres
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hable’ de peleles
Háblame de papeles (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (yeah)
Tengo muchas mujeres (yeh)
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (brrr, hey)

[Verso 2]
Esperar nunca me desespera (no)
Por eso es que sigo firme en mi carrera (yeh)
Y nunca tengo miedo de estar solo
Pues la soledad es mi gran consejera
Ni siquiera sabes qué me espera
Me compraré un Lambo, quizá un Panamera
O sino me compro un local súper grande
Y lo convierto en un club para las rameras (oh-oh)

Soy pin, ¿mami qué esperas
Una serenata, cartas mañaneras?
Pa’ luego vengas, te enamores
Y al año comienzas con tus peleaderas (no)
No me gusta la celadera (no)
Lo que me gusta es la fumadera
Estos gafos me hacen tiraderas
Y más canta un niño mudo en su andadera

[Coro]
Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hables de peleles
Háblame de papales (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (wuh)
Tengo muchas mujeres
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (hey, yeah)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Puta, ven pa’ que pruebes (hey-hey)
No me hables de peleles
Háblame de papales (hey-hey)

Soy el hombre de nieve
Tengo un R y un 9 (yeah)
Tengo muchas mujeres (yeh)
Pero siempre soy frío
Soy el hombre de nieve (hey)

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Rappin’ like I’m trappin’, it’s gon’ only make me richer
Loadin’ up the 30 and I give it to my hitter
Funny how I’m winnin, I was losin’ like the 6ers
People prayin’ that I give up but I never been a quitter
Benji; my nigga, bank teller; my nigga
In Saks Fifth, doin’ the money dance cuz my bankroll a lil thicker
Benz 600 but the shooters in a sprinter
I already f**ked the summer up, now I’m ready for the winter
Streets cold, need to keep me warm; chinchilla
Fiends walkin’ to me like the Zombies that’s in “Thriller”
Everybody got a shooter but who really got a killa?
Couple rappers doin’ big, I’m just here to do it bigger
Dam!

[Hook: Quilly]

f**k swag, I rather be wavy
f**k the love, I’d rather you hate me
Ball wit my niggas’ right after my shows
Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Verse 2: Quilly]

25 for a verse, name a rapper that can see me
Wire me the money, you won’t even get to meet me
Funny how I’m wavy, they ain’t like me, I was peasy
Now I’m fresh up out of jail, my time was shorter than C-Breezy
Got the streets on lock, I ain’t givin’ up the combo
Rittenhouse Square, lookin’ down from the condo
Hatin’ niggas’ ain’t wanna see me home like LeBron tho
Lookin’ at my presidential, finally my time hoe
In the county trappin’, Quilly really rappin’
f**kin’ up the mike, I’m talkin’ Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Just was lookin’ at a 4-8, how did all this happen?
Switchin’ up my gears and I did it in a year, dam!

[Hook: Quilly]

f**k swag, I rather be wavy
f**k the love, I’d rather you hate me
Ball wit my niggas’ right after my shows
Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Verse 3: Quilly]

Get up out the hood, I can see me now
What did all that hatin get you? I’m on tv now
Pull up on my enemies just to see em down
Pull up on my old hoes just to see em frown
Get it out the trap, watch them things float
Get it off track; Usain Bolt
I ain’t jumpin’ ship, this the same boat
Moncler for the winter; watch me change coats
Everybody won’t make it, I might change friends
Still got the same focus, never change plans
A 100 hitters on “go” and they’re all official
Just a young hood nigga wit some rich issues, oh!

[Hook: Quilly]

f**k swag, I rather be wavy
f**k the love, I’d rather you hate me
Ball wit my niggas’ right after my shows
Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

I’m a real trapper bitch I’m not a star
I’m on that perc and my bitch on a bar
I’m on that lean lean lean hi tech no par
Chopper hit you, you get more than a scar
You looking for me bitch you know where we are
Get clout on my block we gon wet up your car
100 round drum on a AR
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a far
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a distance
Bullets keep coming them bitches persistent
Get you myself I don’t need no assistance
Heat seeker ain’t no way that I’m missing
VVS on me they dripping
I got them benjis on me and you know that they cripping
Ball like the goat bitch I’m Jordan you pippen
Thooka hit em wet em up and we dipping
Draco on me bitch you know what I tote
Ice on my neck If you reach you get smoked
Speak on my name you get turned into a ghost
Murder party and lil bitch I’m the host
You beefing on twitter we pop with pole
Let off 6 shots and I hit em with 4
Hop out the car just to hit him up close
Old goof ass nigga got killed for a post

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

[Intro: Majk Spirit & Pil C]
Oh yeah, aha
Starý môj, starý môj, starý môj
Pil C, Pil C
Speezy, Speezy, Speezy
Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe
Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe
Yes

[Verse 1: Pil C]
Videl som tú kurvu v klube
A vedel som čo ráno bude
Vedel som že keď pôjdem domov tak ona tam bude čakať jak pudel
Jej kamoš je Rand ako buzzer
Vraveli Pil C je super
Jej chlapci si dávali make-up ale ten náš pravobiely ako púder
*brrrrr*
Mám rád keď so mnou je dole
A doma keď ona je hore
A nebývam v hoteli aj tak každý víkend mením te plachty za nové
Chlapci ju volali k sebe
Ni sú smiešni jak meme
Ajtak z nich nikto sa nevie k nej správať tak ako sa správam ja k žene
Ona je spasiteľ, anti hrdina volaj ma punisher
Rap je náš job starý môj
Preto pravidelne odchádzam do práce každý jeden víkend
Ja som bol piči starý môj
Zvykol som bývať rozdrbaný kludne celý týždeň na nejakom byte
Dávno sme iný starý môj
Dávno už máme piči čo si vy myslite
*Hááa*

[Chorus: Majk Spirit]
Nejsme ako ty starý mój
Nejsme ako ty starý mój, *moj*
Teraz idem ja starý mój
Pozor idem ja starý mój, *moj*
Seriózny shit starý mój
Ne sériový trik malý bóy, *boy*
Toto sme my starý moj
Takto si žijeme tu my starý moj

[Verse 2: Majk Spirit]
Čávo aj keby som mal copíky
Sila v mojich vlasoch ako Samson
Sila v mojom oku ako Hercules
Vysoko tam hore, áno tam som!
Armáda slov aj keď sám som
Ne iluminati, tu velí Makaveli
Muhammed Ali, sto nocí v roku na hoteli
Nejsom čakateľ, idem ďalej keď zavadzali
Dojdu hudby, idem acapelly
To je bagatel, iní sú amatéri
Sú to pózeri, sú tu len pre kamery, Povedz
Kto je pravý naozaj? Kto je pravý naozaj?
Ty si pravý naozaj? Ty si pravý nebodaj?
Nejsi pravý nemotaj
Neexistuje. Náhoda je blbec aj keď vymslený
Blbec ešte vymyslený
Radšej blázon, ale šťastný a naozajstný
Naozaj naozajstný, Spirit Michael, Petržalský
*Ah*
Ženy, víno, spev
A všetky ženy jak víno zrejú
Nie všetky veci len k zlému spejú
A všetci raperi sú bez úsmevu
Šišky zelené jak Hulk, plný hnevu
Šišky zelené jak nasratý Hulk!
Malcolm Y-man, ako Batman som tu za mesto a ľudí
Kapitán Slovensko, niečo ako biely Hancock nosím eSko na hrudi
Diamant je diamant aj keď leží v hovne a svetlo to prežije aj v Sin City
Rob si čo chceš ale nezabudaj nikdy koho syn si ty

[Pre-Chorus: Majk Spirit]
S kým si ty
S kým si?
S kým si ty?
Povedz mi s kým si
Povedz mi s kým si ty
Ha?
Či jediného syn si ty, alebo vyjebané Sin City
Ha?
Koho syn si ty? Yea syn si ty, syn si ty

[Chorus: Majk Spirit]
Nejsme ako ty starý mój
Nejsme ako ty starý mój, *moj*
Teraz idem ja starý mój
Pozor idem ja starý mój, *moj*
Seriózny shit starý mój
Ne sériový trik malý bóy, *boy*
Toto sme my starý moj
Takto si žijeme tu my starý moj

[Verse 3: Pil C]
Na zemi JORDAN, všade kam pozrem
Party skončila ty kurva, tak ukáž mi oheň
Jebeme all day, všade je bordel
A keď ti poviem že vypadni tak obleč sa a opusť postel!
Robím si čo chcem ako Deadpool
Sme vysoko pri hviezdach ako Merkur
Sme hrdinovia tejto doby, *starý moj*
Dávno sme mimo vaších cenzúr
Iný bank, dávno iný bank, tvoj oproti nášmu je len minimal
Povedz kto to iný dal, iný Hulk, iný Hall, tvoj reper je Bruce Banner, ja som iný Hulk, iný crowd, iný sound
Keď idú na môj koncert tak vedia že klub zhorí jak keby som zhadzoval napalm
Keď idú na tvoj koncert oblečú sa do čierného lebo vedia že idú na kar
Nepičuj a keď pičuješ tak dávaj si bacha, Ratatatata
Vtrhnem do budovy a unesiem celý backstage jak šakal

[Chorus]
Nejsme ako ty starý mój
Nejsme ako ty starý mój, *moj*
Teraz idem ja starý mój
Pozor idem ja starý mój, *moj*
Seriózny shit starý mój
Ne sériový trik malý bóy, *boy*
Toto sme my starý moj
Takto si žijeme tu my starý moj

[Intro]
How you know where you comin’ up and shit right?
It’s like you niggas get [?] and shit
Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve
Bitches don’t be the same no more
It’s like everything just get faded away and shit
Shit crazy
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They don’t like it, they don’t hear the state ([?]), probably wanna see me dead or with a case (huh)
Going extra hard, tryna pave the way (mine) for my kids and niggas from the day one day (my day one people)
Damn, I wish Sleepy could see this shit (damn), told my last hoe I don’t need a bitch (I don’t need you, ho)
Told my niggas I came up and grew up with (you can have it), you can hand me your watches, get filthy rich (for real)
But some of them niggas did fade away (damn), like a MJ shot, I hate to shake ‘n bake ’em (I had to get ’em)
I saw you on the interstate (swerve), then fade off like the barber did my table (I’m gone)
Never f**ked a batty ho, nigga (no), ho comin’ then they go, nigga (they do)
That’s why I f**k ’em, then they fade away (haha), but they really here to pay and not to stay (hahaha)
Like Boosie, we Goin’ Thru Some Thangs, don’t nobody understand it, mane (nobody understand it)
Spent a couple thou’ on a pinkie ring, give that bitch the speaker to say “bling blang” (bling blaow)
Or a [?], and watch me fade away (woo), free all my niggas that’s caged away (woo)
R.I.P. for those that ain’t here today (bitch), my goal is only just days away (for real)
Hey

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)

[Verse 2]
I just blew some money at the gallery (I swear), my bitch like “you so materialistic (f**k this shit)
But bitch, we came down with this money, ho (huh), it gon’ fade away anyway, be realistic (you know what)
I’m so determined while I’m on this mission (I swear, nigga), I was so sick of roses and the dishes (I’ve had it in)
Selling bowls and midges, then I whip it, whip it (whip, whip, whip), becomin’ like a chef, make money out the kitchen (hey, hey, hey)
I f**k with my Jordan’s the long way (long way), keepin’ VVS’s in my braces (I said it, nigga), and my niggas
Since we talkin’ ’bout them alphabets (what), the AK fade you away for talkin’ reckless (rrraaar)
Spent some money on a petty bitch (petty ho), she faded off out the bottle some, that was so petty, girl (petty ho)
Got the toes on that real bitch (what you call it?) That’s what us street niggas call a pedicure (hey)
Keep my head up at all times (all times), stack, stack some bread up from all the grind (all the grind)
A bitch look like Megan, and she all mine (all mine), sippin’ different colors, drinkin’ all kinds (all kinds)
Throwin’ money in the bed like a jumpshark, fade away, fade away, fade away (swish)
He ain’t shit, that’s somethin’ that a hater would say (haha), and f**k, they gon’ hate anyway (anyway)

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word
Yeah
Jump into the movie
Let’s go

[Verse 1]
Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest
I’m like a jag, more spots, more courageous
I’m here, I never left, the chef blade henchman
Rep with a thousand one trenchmen
We all wearin’ sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes
Coolin’ on top of the spots holdin’ choppers
Some new Jordan 6s in the six
Fly niggas f**k this, f**k that
My winners get enough that
Teflon Dons and pimps, pop models
Louis goggles and the S class blast, don’t hit the potholes
We racin’, everything’s laced, here’s the ratio
Now bust that down, let’s get more fellatio

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?

[Verse 2]
Grass get lit in bamboo, the band new
I will be one of the elites in the streets
Stores where fours get bought we open up wars
Some swords get caught, some broads got bored
Next level, new level, it’s gods against devils
Czars against rebels, we never been flipped
Army brigades with blades on, all types of niggas catch fades
In the middle of the street in the yellow line
The timin’ is massive, let’s run to the parade
Bangkok hammers get blazed
It’s in the streets, be amazed
How young homies turn into slaves
Eat that nigga for days, what

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
That’s how you do that shit, man, for real, man?
That’s what you do when them niggas here?
That’s how it’s going down?
A-yo, you let me tell you something, man
f**k all them niggas, straight up, man
I don’t even wanna say it, man
But y’all already know, man
Y’all already know the greatest man
The greatest man
We the f**kin’ best, nigga, what?
Hahahaha, yeah, son
Tell ’em what it is son
That’s right, man
The adventures
Chef, one
Yeah

I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame

I live in world that I’m neither boy or girl
I’m not alone Not human or animal
Jordan would you die for me die for me you know I’d die for you
Sorry never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend Jordan

After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s Bad for me bad for me bad for me

You crash into my vision like spirit with know latitude
Don’t need to understand anything as long as I do
All the life in me life in me
I chose to kill for you
Kinda always new I’d fall in love with my best friend Jordan

After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s’ Bad for me bad for me bad for me

There’s nothing left save
There’s no blood left in my face
Cause I’m bad for me
I’m bad for me bad for me so bad me

I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
Jordan Jordan Jordan

Play this song

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 1]
Like 10 toes deep, I’m all in
Yeah, 10 toes deep, I’m all in
Yeah, everyday I be ballin’
Yeah, everyday I be ballin, yeah
Split that lil bitch and she act like she know me
I be ballin’ like Ginobili, (Skrt)
Whippin’ it all the way till’ my wrist numb
I can feel it in my shoulder
Somebody grab me a Polaroid, Polaroid, cuz my diamonds they so polar, aye
Talking that shit, pull up right on your block, got that drum
And that choppa’ on shoulder
Fuck nigga you can not fight, yeah
Bitch come in two just like dice, yeah
I need it wet just like splash, yeah
Gettin’ my money? Yeah, right
Yeah, fucking yo bitch cuz she right, yeah
Riding my dick like a bike, yeah
She is not spending the night, yeah
She is not spending the night

[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, I was in love with that girl
She was in love with a girl
I was in love with that dyke
I do not fuck with her brother
I was in love with a dyke
Nowadays I got a wife
I do not think about her

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 2]
Umm, Yeah
Uh no I’m not Jordan but I am the GOAT just like Kobe
My car’s so fast, 200 on dash, won’t test it (skrrr)
Gettin’ money, that’s a blessin’
Pray to the Lord that every day I be flexin’, ya
Some of my niggas they restin’, ya
I am still here, that’s a blessin’, ya
Swear I don’t do the textin’, ya
Lil bitch you is a peasant, ya
My chain might be tight but it’s heavy, ya
Don’t do no credit or debit, ya
All this money in my pocket, that shit get so heavy, ya

[Bridge]
Now I got me a new level
Now I went up in my level
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah)
Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves?
But compared to me, look like he wear two left shoes (Uh)
Boy, I treat them lil’ virgins like the restroom
Take my hand and dance with the devil (Yeah)
Oh, boy, you in trouble, rattled the lion cage
Hope God strikes you down while you’re prayin’ on stage (Uh)
Jit at your burial, smoke squares at your grave
Then repent for my sins like, “God, I’m saved” (Alright)
He always forgive, later on, I forget
I had my fingers crossed, so I’m back on that shit
Catch another body ‘fore the song get mixed
The bullets is the lyrics, turn the rapper to a spirit (Yeah)
Singin’ with the angels, nigga long gone
Your song’s like bitch, a belly long, wear the thong wrong (Uh)
Nigga, I’m the wrong one to run on
My balls on her Kit-Kat, now she playin’ ping-pong (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Listen here, Little Richard, I don’t know what got into you
Did more for the game than you (Yeah)
That’s why I had to cut into ya, ya need to be checked
Lil’ niggas need to learn some respect (Alright)
When your show’s like the Rockettes, with some majorettes
Gimme a mic, and a DJ, and I’m set (Yeah)
‘Cause these bars on deck, ain’t gotta shake my ass
You the real definition of “ants in your pants”
Got a son, lil’ niggas, no child support (Yeah)
Sorta like the Bad Boys up against Jordan
But, nigga, you ain’t scorin’, not on me
Wrote this one on one knee, R.I.P. to P (Damn)
Taught me to keep it real, stand on my own (Yeah)
If I got you, rock a nigga brain with his nose bone
No time for the gimmicks (Yeah)
And I ain’t gotta lie when I say I’m independent (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas (Yeah)
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Damn)

[Outro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Alright)
(Damn)

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah
Kio, Kio
Yeah, yeah, oh
Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 1]
I’m never hot ’cause I got a lot of fans
Best fans, Tecca stans
Sold out stands, Tecca stans
DSR, FaZe Clan
I don’t gotta flex, ’cause I know I’m the man
I got a bad lil’ eater
Don’t know her, call her señorita
McDonald’s, can’t five star feed her (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 2]
Run up the girl, had to run it up, baby
German lil’ shawty, she ride a Mercedes
I get the drip, I’m drippin’ on the daily
He talkin’ on ‘Gram but, no, he can’t face me
His bitch can Face me, bitch can taste me
Laced the nigga, gave him rabies
Ketamine, I got lazy
Blue, yellow, Jordan, Lanies

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Outro]
Uh
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
Teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time the mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to ride ’round all reckless

[Verse 1]
Stolen ‘peds, that’s Geely and Vespas
And the feds called my broski restless
Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
And everybody ’round me rowdy
I walk in, tell the jeweler, “Wow me”
If you’re talkin’ ’bout P’s just ‘low me
19, I put 19 on an Audi
I’ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
And the chest and back both bouncy
Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting
Say that man got something in common
‘Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
If you see him at a drink, cut parking
Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G’s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting’s all love and hate, ’cause a lot of man love to hate
My young G done draws and eights
Now he’s cuttin’ through bricks like the 1-1-8
And I ain’t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal
How you gassed off a note that’s purple?
Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
Two men and an angry murk
That’s war wit’ a German, Winston Churchill
It’s mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to roll ’round all stupid

[Verse 2]
Mitcham Lane, that’s Streatham and Tooting
I’m in East tryna link my girl
‘Cause I’ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
Man are dead or in jail, that’s useless
Tell a yute, “If you’ve got a brain, then use it”
Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
And I’m still tryna tell man, “Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz”
When you’re tryna make it out the ends
Friends of enemies are enemies
And enemies of enemies are friends
Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
Tell the dealer, “Need a bigger litre”
He told me he’s on me when he sees me
I barely remember why we’re beefin’

[Chorus]
But I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I’ve got peng tings givin’ me stress
Nudes in the message, put in an effort
But I don’t need a me and you
Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah

[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw

[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan

[Verse 1]
I’m like woah, I’m like woah
I want you, yeah you know
That’s for sure, that’s for sure
I seen you at the door
I’m like woah, “who are you?”
You so pretty, yeah you know
I’m like woah, get a clue
Yeah I want you as my own
I’m like woah
I see you ballin’ baby
I see you ballin’ baby
I’m like ayy, I don’t do no talkin’ baby
I’m like ayy, you know you offin’ baby
Yeah you know that you offin’ baby
Yeah you hate me [?]
You know that you so gorgeous
I’ve been [?]
I would tell you the future, but I’m not trying to spoil it

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like, ayy
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like, ayy

[Verse 2]
You know, you know you ballin’
Your phone, you know I’m callin’
In love with you, I’m fallin’
I want to give you all me
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you gorgeous
I wanna see you in the mornin’
I’m like woah, I wanna hold you in the rain when it’s pourin’
I’m like woah, I wanna take you on the road when I’m tourin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you know that you’re scorin’
You know that you ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Wanna see you in the mornin’
You know that [?] take on tour
I wanna see you in the mornin’
You are so gorgeous

[Outro]
I’m like woah
I’m like woah, ayy
I can’t let you go
I’ma hold you close, ayy, ayy
I’m like woah

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro

[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’?
My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

(feat. Kanye West)

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Quarter million, switchin’ lanes… that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing… that part
405 with the gun off safe… that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Bitch up on the Q’s your fate
Style on top of style, nigga
Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been doggin’ different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back with the top in it
Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin’ backflips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out ’til you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Few million made and still ain’t changed… that part
Me, my girl got matchin’ bling… that part
I’ma get so blowed, I’ma lose my brain… that part
Me and Ab-Soul only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper that stand the fire too
I put your uzi down beside you

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part
That part
That part

[Outro: Kanye West]
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
Ain’t say shit, nigga
You was listenin’ close though
You was listenin’ to hoes though
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the ‘Go
Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go
I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I got a girl
But you still want me
Why you want me if I got a girl
The feeling is wrong
But wrong feels so right now
And I been being to nice yeah
And I just missed my flight yeah
And I was with my side girl

[Chorus]
This weekend
And I just do my wife for the week day
Make you feel alright every week day
But she want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a week day
Make you feel alright every week day
Or make you loose your mind on the week day
She want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a

[Verse 2]
Look
I ain’t a player I’m just saying when a
Player nigga really be scorin’
And when I play it be something like Jordan
Yeah
Maybe because I got 6 rings on
Lil bitch this ain’t no mother fucking theme song
You know I pop pills [?]
I know they wanna catch me slipping
But it ain’t worth it
And I be tranna do it all
But I ain’t perfect
And I don’t want no goofy niggas in my damn circle
Fuck it ima quit rapping if the band working
And even though I been rolling with the same niggas
I started noticing I ain’t the same nigga
I started wearing more watches wearing more rings nigga
Yeah shoot out the money can’t really change niggas
Yeah, and I come through Christians on my feet
Girl we gonna leave together
And I know you gonna keep it G who you gonna need forever
Girl you know that I get a lotta
Money but that’s nothing
Girl you know how I feel about ya
It’s hard to show you that I care about ya
If it come down to it I’ll probably do a drill ’bout ya

[Outro]
Mm
Mm mm mm mm

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake (cake, cake)
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth that wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren, Normani & Gucci Mane]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (it’s Gucci)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cell is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make a man feel like he won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & (Lauren) & (Ally) & (Normani) & (Dinah)]
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down
(I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down,) down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (Imma love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (yeah)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you (down, down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (Long as you’re lovin’ me boy)

[Outro: Lauren]
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
I’m really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin’ pills and poppin’ percs
And got some weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper + Macklemore]
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
I’m already afraid of tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can’t forget it
It’s fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don’t make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don’t need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won’t be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I’m running with a pair of scissors
Looking in the mirror like, “Damn that ain’t my dad, is it?”
He handed the torch but he ain’t hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, mini-midis
In-ears and CDs, I put the indie in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn’t no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Instrumental break]

[Outro: Macklemore]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be…okay

World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
It was all a dream
Used to read word up magazine biggies thang
Nǐ hé wǒ dū kěyǐ
Wǒ fēijī fēi dào mǎdélǐ
Wǒ kāikǒu jiùshì zhìmìng yī jī
Wǒ kāikǒu nǐ yǐ zuòyǐdàibì
Ráoshé dàizhe xuánlǜ nǐ shuō 666
Ayo I invented this flow 66
The world be the kitchen
I be the chef cookin the oven steph curry them refs
No pain no gain rain the trey
Fall back and fade away triple team mvp
Call me the legacy
Wǒ chūmén yào sīrén fēijī
Chūmén yào dài rolies bvlgaris
Shōucáng de jordan zuì hǎo hézuò supreme
Only f**k with mother f**kers on the first team
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
Nǐ shǎ dào kàn bù chū wǒ de shílì
Kàn bù chū zhōngguó zài bāng nǐ juéqǐ
Nǐ yǐwéi zìjǐ bèi táotài wěiqu
Kàn bù chū rùwéi zhě gèng yǒu shílì
Kàn nǐ zhàn zài zhèlǐ diss diss chǒulòu múyàng
Yǎngài bùliǎo nǐ nèixīn rén mó gǒu yàng
Rollin eyes rollin dies doubt me twice popped me nice
And I knew to get back at once that my dream no one can slice
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Xǐnǎo de xuánlǜ xiàng zhè qīngpén dàyǔ
Wǒ xiězhe qíngxù
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Wǒmen tài duō huǒlì wǒmen dàibiǎo holy
Nǐ bù bèi kǎolǜ
Don’t fk with my s**t
Wǒ liànzi bù xián duō wǒ zhōngdiǎn cóng bù tuō
Yǒu yíhàn bùyòng shuō kàn shéi bǎ nǐ dài huǒ
Carry
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē