Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

[Hook]
Yeah, what you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
What yo wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga

[Verse 1]
Ask me what imma be
I just wanna be real
My momma say imma die
Cuz real niggas get killed
That fake shit get revealed
Boy you know how that is
I want to snap on these niggas
But something keeps telling me chill
Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
But I love my dawg to death
And dawg it ain’t no homo
You got to pay me for convo
You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
We got to fuck in the hood
Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
Hold up give me a minute
Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
It won’t hurt to be real
That shit won’t cost you a penny
I don’t really have any friends
I don’t fuck with too many
I only fuck with my soldiers
And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
Aye
Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
Been getting money since a youth, what about you?
Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
They watch my every move
Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
Bitch I sold dope because I had to
Getting head in the back of the classroom
Told my niggas don’t make a move
Because right now I’m hot
Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
I got money in the wild blood on my hands
Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
All I ever want to be in life is what I am
Respect is what I demand
Stand up nigga I never ran
All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
If you partners down the road
Hold em down, that’s just real
If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee

Lil Wayne – Thought it Was a Drought” Lyrics

(Verse)
Big body on brabas, that’s all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that’s all I wore
Screaming “money over power”
Quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I’m smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get ’em
Skating, made em standing like dating them
Running like Payton, I’m Christian like late and I’m
Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I’m
Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them
Quietly waiting I’m trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon’ sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a “geronimo”
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain’t got time for no rumours when I am not human, all you men I’m booming…
Big body on brabas, that’s all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that’s all I wore
Screaming “money over power”
Quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I’m smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get ’em
Skating, made em standing like dating them
Running like Payton, I’m Christian like late and I’m
Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I’m
Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them
Quietly waiting I’m trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon’ sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a “geronimo”
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain’t got time for no rumours when I am not human, all you men I’m booming

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Rent money – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Rent money

Super!
They go crazy, yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’.(rent money)

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you.

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, f*ck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, f*ck you
I put a middle finger up, because, f*ck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, f*ck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified, you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up in yo’ set
f*ckin’ with them strippers all in G5ive
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s f*ck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.

Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga f*ck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s f*ck you
I let my brother f*ck your b*tch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I f*ck dem Super Bowl b*tches down in Houston
I got this Westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper b*tch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya b*tch, hall of fame.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.(rent money)

Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man versuri-lyrics.info
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a goddamn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A grammm!?(rent money)
Future lyrics
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FUTURE – Rent Money lyrics

Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Future – Rent Money (Future Album)

[Intro]
Super
They go crazy
Yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

[Chorus]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 1]
Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a key on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 2]
I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch hall of fame

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fucked this R & B bitch, I should thank you, yeah

[Trap House Skit]
*Knocking*
Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga?
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a got damn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A gram!?

Future – Rent Money lyrics

Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

L2B – Home lyrics

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.

[Verse 1]
I’m from New Haven City, I don’t have another home,
I be chillin’ right by Yale, next to Skull and Bones.
Come along with me to see a real artist in his zone,
Alone, in his own mind, trying to write another song,
Hypnotized by the music whenever it comes on,
Hardworking and talented, I kill two birds with one stone,
Making sure my story will never go untold,
Let the drama unfold ’cause my heart has gone cold,
First place reservation, got that spot on hold,
If she can hold a conversation and she’s hot, I’m sold.
Something like Midas, everything I touch turns gold,
I don’t slow down, keep it moving like I’m on the run though.
Got used to ballin’ out, like Rajon Rondo,
Me and the team going all out, tell me where’d the time go?
It aint nothing, got a problem, have it handled pronto,
End your career with one song, you’ll be another John Doe.

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.

[Verse 2]
Man, the rap game lacks originality these days,
All these songs sound the same, talking about
Stealing your chick, and being rich,
It’s as if they got nothing else to say,
It’s hard to differentiate these dudes when
They’re all doing their best impression of Drake.
The styles repetitive, I mean how much can we take?
Most of you rappers sound dumb,
There’s not much more I can say.
I’m such a perfectionist with this, I can’t afford a mistake,
So I’m here to inform you that I’m more than a basic artist,
I’m already great.
I’m sick of corny rappers acting like you’re leading the way.
Ya’ll aint leading shit,
Lead the way in the kitchen and make me a PB & J.
They say Kendrick Lamar set the bar for being lyrical huh?
When really he stands out ’cause every other rapper you hear sucks.
Lyrics, I don’t hear much. Talent, I don’t hear enough,
Your music only sounds bearable while I’m wearing ear plugs.
It’s hysterical, my style is incomparable, plus,
I just care way too much to let all you wack rappers “Turn up!”

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.