Jaden Smith – FALLEN Part 2 Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dave East – No Pork Lyrics

Life
Live it
You only get one

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

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

Lil B – BasedGod Ish Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

6ix9ine – BREAKIN IT DOWN Lyrics

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness

Kodaline – Brooklyn Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bryson Tiller – Finesse Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dua Lipa – New York (Mend My Broken Heart Tonight) Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6ix9ine – FEFE lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Famous Dex – Change Up xD Lyrics

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

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

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

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

Pitbull – Free Free Free Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

XXXTENTACION – God Bless The Dead Lyrics

Remix By DJ FORGOTTEN

[Verse 1 – XXXTENTACION]

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

[Verse 2 – Notorious B.I.G.]

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

[Verse 3 – 2Pac]

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

Tancred – Queen Of New York lyrics

[Verse]
Made my way down the elevator
And hit the street in the morning sun
Gonna join the ranks of people with no sleep
And last night’s makeup on

Last night

Got to your place late last night
And it was such a mess and I can’t forget you

[Chorus]
You are a strange one
You are the queen of New York
You like to have fun
Make a joke and I’m done for
I’m done for

[Verse]
Called a car and we got inside
And it drove us past all the burning lights
The city breathes like a dragon in waiting
And I’m dragging my feet with its heavy sighs

When we were kids
We both felt it
So alone and I can feel it now

[Chorus]
You are a strange one
You are the queen of New York
You like to have fun
Make a joke and I’m done for
Your head is undone
You are the queen of my lust
In love with everyone
I wanna be your next crush

You are a strange one
You are the queen of New York
You like to have fun
Make a joke and I’m done for
You are the queen of New York
You are the queen of New York
You are the queen of New York

When we were here
We both felt it
Not alone but I can’t feel it now

Harry Styles – Kiwi lyrics

[Verse 1]
She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

[Chorus]
She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your”

[Verse 2]
It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such a such an actress

[Chorus]
Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your”

[Bridge]
She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

[Chorus]
It’s none of your, it’s none of your
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, none of your)
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, none of your)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Way Too Fly Lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
Yeah
Oh yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Oh yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 1: Davido]
[?], said you the one though
Oh girl, I thought you said you the one
For your [?] girl, I’ll be a lover
[?], said you be the one
[?]
I was chilling by the bar
Sippin’ at the sea, you was having sex on the beach
Baby girl we gon’ shut down
[?], we go one time
This pussy got me on lockdown
I like it when she comes around, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got the juice baby, yeah, put you in the mood baby, yeah
Sex with you was too crazy, yeah, wish there was two of you baby
Yeah, I need two of you, you should move how I move too, yeah
Black hoodie and some black boots in the 2018 Benz coupe, yeah
Left wrist lookin’ like ooh, and my pinky ring on froze, ooh yeah
Diamonds looking so cold, like an angel in the snow, yeah oh
All my niggas on go, act crazy on the road, mm-yeah
My Patek used to be gold, now it’s 54 a show, mm-yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when its daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Outro: Davido]
Shout out to my New York baby
Shout out to my [?]
Shout out to my African baby
Love to my London lady

Tory Lanez – Can Lyrics

[Intro{ Tory Lanez]
And all my New York girls
Oh, and all my Latina girls
Yeah, yeah to my LA girls
Girls around the world

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Only call when you want somethin’
Sexy lady, [??] fuck for me like you on somethin’
Willy tops [??] boo boo like Nundada
Cock it up so back it down, buy me a [??] (hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She a beg for this when in advance we just saw one bodmans dances
I need it like weed and herb, oh
See she movin’, she groovin’, ooh I like her stance
Just me and her like meanies, oh girl

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Singers and martyrs
Broke it down wine and you fling it to pada
Broke down wine and you bring it to pada
Bring it to father
Deal with the martyrs

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

Anne Marie – Perfect lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect

[Chorus]
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

[Verse 1]
No matter where I go, everybody stares at me
Not into fancy clothes, I’m rockin’ baggy jeans
Gettin’ too close for comfort
But comfort is what I need
So I eat my body weight in chocolate and ice cream, ha
Maybe I bite my nails and don’t think before I speak
Don’t fit in any crowd, don’t ever get much sleep
I wish my legs were bigger, bigger than New York city
And I’ll love who I want to love, ’cause this love is gender free

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect

[Chorus]
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I wake up late and don’t even brush my teeth
Just wanna stuff my face with leftover mac and cheese
You know I get depressed
Are you impressed with my honesty?
Still I’ll wear what I wanna wear
‘Cause I’m cool with what’s underneath, mmm
I wanna kiss someone that I’ll never see again
I wanna go somewhere and go there with all my friends
I wanna take my family to go and see Eminem
‘Cause my sister’s been in love with him
Since like we were 10

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect

[Chorus]
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

[Bridge]
If you don’t wanna wear make-up, don’t wear make-up
If you don’t wanna break-up, then kiss and make up
Remember if you wanna you can go home
You can say that enough is enough, ah
Alright, this is your time
Time for your life to be yours

[Outro]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

Carnage – Visa Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
You will see, you will see
You will see how
You will see

[Verse 1]
You will see how I want you bad
See you at my place
She knows I do this for a reason
I want you in the deep end
But I know how to treat you
You’re crazy if you think I’d leave you
Baby I am what you need, oh
What you need, oh

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Young Troy, New York with your visa
Young Troy, you a genius
It’s too late, too late, I crossed the border, I’m not leavin’
You waited for me, I can’t wait to make it home
I act like I don’t need you and I know it’s wrong
But, I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay
I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa
I would do anything to please her
We could get away from [?]
We could get away from here, to please her

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you in the…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…

ASAP Rocky – A$AP Forever (feat. Moby)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

ASAP Rocky – ASAP Forever lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not f*ck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come f*ck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t f*ck with the gang
It’s time to f*ck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come f*ck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, “Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind”
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of sh*t from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, sh*t I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, f*ckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I f*cked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come f*ck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t f*ck with the gang
It’s time to f*ck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

A$AP Rocky – A$AP Forever Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch ’cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, “Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind”
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

Joe Budden – Where I’m From Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[?] not New York, but dudes get stabbed
Get shot like New York, niggas get robbed
Get got like New York, but they don’t make the news
‘Cause it’s not New York
Hope you heard me, boy, look, I’m from Jersey, boy
Where it’s still half off that [?], boy
I was driving, shotgun was Ike when that faggot on the bike
Rode by and tried to murk me boy
But chill, here’s the head crack, I’m an O.G., I don’t [?] that
[?] you nah mean?
[?] tools gon’ flare
In a society if you nobody then actually who’s gonna care?
They won’t call your next of kin, I’ll make your family aware
And the whole hood is dipped up so having sanity’s rare
I’m from where embalming fluid ain’t stop yet and city hall’s primary project
Is knocking down the projects, they ain’t finished that yet
See, I’m from carjack central, niggas’ll go in your ride
While you pick up the Jersey Journal, “Damn, so and so died”
I’m from where the dope game is bad, so every hustler can’t hustle
Tryna hustle [?] rapper
[?] a young nigga with a few bars to say
‘Cause nigga, rap’s the new wet, weed, and yay
I’m from where [?] had it locked ’til dude had him shot
For everybody to see and everybody was relieved
I’m from where the blocks is dark [?] with ya gun cocked
And the hospitals will fuck you up worse than a gunshot
From where screws is loose, gunpoint dudes strip nude
And that ain’t even half of New [?], nigga

[Ad-Libs: DJ Clue]
O-oh, o-oh
[?]
[?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
From the last stop on the [?] train where the youngun let his thang bang
We shoulda left the two [?]
Where the skies is great ’cause no stars around
[?] was the last star around
Home [?] in the street
Fourty niggas [?] fourty-first side piece
Where Edgeman, Raw P, and Redford [?]
Get your shit [?] no gettin’ it back
We’re from where bitch niggas go to jail and turn thug, and (what else?)
Crip niggas go to jail and turn Blood, and
Niggas come home, flip a lil weed
End up with barbershops and music stores with CD’s
[?] niggas on seventh was gettin’ it [?]
[?] their own workers [?] uncomfortably
Where they argue ’bout whose fuckin’ whose broad
Or whose drivin’ what cars [?] niggas hatin’ like he got that [?]
Where old heads [?] gettin’ it [?] kept gettin’ robbed
So they wanted out the game and converted to God
Where niggas play the corners ’til they pecks is done
And out-of-towners come to blam blam the cannons and run
From the other side where Queen’s niggas don’t come through much
The record exec’s wouldn’t sign us, said we’d done too much
So they ran over to Brooklyn and thought [?]
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas [?] just like us
[?] the streets get the best of you the beef’s inevitable
[?] half price, [?]
[?] the soldiers fall and thugs we are all
I’m from [?], son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)

Safaree – Hunnid

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

[Verse 1]
Pull up, pop out
Roof up, top down
Windows, tinted
Skrrt skrrt, out now (skrrt)
Now I’m more icy, now them folks tryna bite me (whoa)
And my fist is too pricy, killin’ them, where the ivy? (oh)
Look at they face, what a disgrace
I know they just mad ’cause they not at my pace
I need to buy crates, I need me a Wraith
My neck lookin’ like it’s the roof of the Wraith
That’s all ice, now your bitch wanna skate
Yeah that’s my side bitch and yeah that’s your bae
Pull off to your bakery, I need my cake
Don’t be talkin’ that shit ’cause I know where you stay
My diamonds a faucet drippin’, you know what this cost bitch?
I couldn’t afford this, now all the checks are enormous
I came from New York bitch, next stop is the Forbes List
Now I pull up in spaceships, damn I should’ve recorded

[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

[Verse 2]
Popped out, I’m in
This real, diamonds
Flossy (oh), shinin’ (oh)
Your mans, lyin’ (strip)
You rockin’ them Cubiks, what the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout? (huh?)
My wrist is like water, and they hopin’ I drain it out (woo woo)
You niggas be frontin’, ain’t about nothin’
Get him a pump ’cause he huffin’ and puffin’
Making me hurl, I’m so sick to my stomach
No track and field but you know that I run it
Find a hater, point him out (where?)
Another hater, get him out (where?)
Third hater, hit him out (where?)
Fourth hater, kick him out
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Someone go tell Charlemagne this a hit with a mallet
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Could’ve did this with Onika, this a hit with a mallet

[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

Slim Thug – Twiy

[Intro]
We short a coupla mil
I go on the street for it
Make a coupla moves
A mil here and there, no? Ok?
Time is gold, we gotta expand
The whole operation, Mr Brewster
New York, Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it

[Verse 1]
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob
Like the President, that’s me and my squad, nigga
My niggas hustle hard, shine hard, cause I grind hard
Getting paid. living life like superstars, got it made
I ain’t lying man, I swear to God
We on our J’s all night and day, no sleep
Been four day, niggas always wonder how I’m winning
Because I hustle every day, and don’t do no spending
All my Ace of Spade days way in the past
I only celebrate birthdays and fuck off the cash
Kept spending but a hustler had to invest
Fuck fucking off the cash, just to stay fresh
Thinking back on them days, all the money I made
Could have bought another crib with all that money I paid
Everyday I’m on my grind trying to get to it
And if you use your mind, I bet you can do it
Niggas love to act blind and try to play stupid
Just leave their lazy ass behind and go keep it moving
Ten cars back to back, you can tell we living large
We living like the mob
Police on my dick, ’cause I got a hundred cars
We some hood superstars, all my niggas instant millionaires
Moving keys, been real for a long time
We OG’s, in the hood you can ask about me
They know me, I been balling before you big timers had O.z’s
Can’t be silent, words match my actions
If I say I’mma do it then I make it happen
When I hit that Boulevard girls get attracted (they watching)
’cause they see some black kings that’s out here to have them
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob, well enough
Like the President, that’s me and my squad
My niggas hustle hard, hard

[Outro]
I never fucked anybody over in my life
Didn’t have any cut, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls
I work, I don’t break ’em for nobody
Do you understand?
Me I want what’s coming to me
What’s coming to me
The world and everything in it

Chuck Strangers – Style Wars (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I wanna thank god for this vibe
I’m just layed up high
Thinking fuck a job I’ll rather boss up on somethin’ I believe in
Sonic aesthetically pleasing
Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathin’
Do your Googles nigga I’m in control of things
God and I move together is two
Manifesting a move steady reppin’ the crew
We warriors with the rhymin’
Shouts to Oakland but the warriors from Coney Island
On them rooftops lit one up for 2Pac
Because this is murder rap
Think how quick we grew up low key insane
My best friend she snort cane guess life is like a dice game
Should I risk it with the biscuit that’s when the cops came
The dynamic of my whole block changed
Yo it’s a John Stark
New York mentality
Faded and miseducated 24 years and made it
Now niggas can express they selves
Times I need to be alone
Turn off the MP shut off my phone and just zone
I think of home when I need to be strong
Been rollin’ up no more hittin’ the bong
It’s different phases I’m on when I be writin’ these songs
You can have my heart sing the tales of the light
That the dark run the dark sing painting prosperity
Chopped and new shipment now I got all my equipment
So now I’m plottin’ on some necklaces
Mercedes or the Lexus shit
You can see it in my eyes I got nigga rich endeavours
They gon’ try to hide and make it sound clever
While a metronome tick like a fake Rolex
I wonderin’ who owns next
I just wanna fuck you
Singin’ ass bitch don’t take the curve personal
I’m just tryin’ not to work with you
I’mma be stuntin’ on all the lame niggas who pass me

Lil B – Dior Denim Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch you know what the fuck this is (Swag)
Based doubled out with the pussy on top
Ask my cousin if I spank them bitches
Know if she suck dick, I’ma take them bitches
With a mouth full of spit
Pay 50 thousand dollars for a top notch bitch
Girls love me cause I punish them bitches
For talking
Went to New York to the Yankee Stadium
Fuck 30 bitches, dude you be raping ’em
Fuck model girls in the ass, I’m classy
Young BasedGod told the bitch she nasty
Paid a couple G’s just to pop some bottles
I be fucking hood rats and I fuck them models
Don’t discriminate even though I’m famous
[?] be surprised when I come to the hood
Got a iced out ring bitch look like Jesus
Got the chrome .45 with extended pieces
Bitch I be looking so good
I’m like baby, come from the hood

[Interlude]
Real nigga, yeah bitch
Ayy bitch, I’m a-I’m a real nigga with a 50 inch dick
A-list model, bitch you can suck my dick

[Verse 2]
In LA with Travis Barker
Riding in the scraper, no Aston Martin
Real
Real niggas don’t divide, we just keep on riding, you feel me

[Interlude 2]
Red Flame Devil Music
Ayy I got a fucking chest cold and I’m still doing shit
Bitch that’s why I’m relaxed bitch
I got a fucking bronchio-cold or something
Whatever it is
Got a little mucus in my chest fucking bitch
And the bitches still suck my dick cause they love me
Bitches love me
I don’t understand how niggas be calling me gay when all the bitches love me
Contradictory

Harry Styles – Kiwi (interpretation of the Music Video) Lyrics

This is fun, this kind of started out as a joke and then now it’s one of my favorite songs it was one of the first ones I wrote for the album when I was getting out a lot of energy and hadn’t written or been in a studio for a long time and then this came out and I really like it now.”
-Harry Styles

Though Kiwi has a controversial and explicit lyric about the obsession someone has with an eye-catching woman, the music video sounds totally irrelevant to the lyrics since it’s filled with children, sweets & puppies
But why should the music video look like that?
I don’t think he spends his time to make a meaningless music video
-this is my own interpretation-
-E.M

Well at the first scene we see a girl dressed up like Harry which may be the symbol of someone he cares about, they are related somehow, and she’s holding a box of cupcakes in her hand
The song goes like this:
“she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes”
Then the camera zooms on cupcakes
Sweets such as cupcakes that are shown in the video actually carry out an important message throughout the whole video, before starting the interpretation lets jump to this part of the lyrics which says:
“she sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet”
As you noticed, he is comparing the woman to a hard candy which is taking all of him, a simile which also appears in the video. generally speaking, sweets in the video are the symbol of women like that. (you know what i mean.)
“hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”
The other children in the sports hall are a sample of our society, they are standing, with a sense of greed, some of them have sweets in their hands and others are staring at the deceptive ones on the ground, which might look good and delicious but are not healthy. being on the ground worsen the situation, they are free and good-looking even though they’re not as eatable since they’re on the ground, but children don’t care, right? they are lustful and they look angry as they are going to fight
“and all the boys there were saying they were into it”
Children are into the sweets, unconscious of how detrimental it is
Just like adults when they can’t control their temptations
“she’s driving me crazy but I’m into it, but I’m into it, I’m kinda into it”
Video emphasis on the sweets that are on the ground, they look extremely adorable, nice, tasty meanwhile they are inwardly bad & harmful
The girl who’s walking down the hallway uncovers the box of her cupcakes while she walks towards the sports hall, she’s a symbol of an innocence person entering the society, she has her own cupcakes which are unhealthy as well, but at least are not lying on the ground and therefore are not dirty. they might even be homemade. ( since we’re all human we all have the potential to make mistakes and do sins, but entering the society reinforces it.)
The song goes on like this
“i think I’m losing it…”
Children in the sports hall are starting to lose their control, they are angry and their eyes are filled up with lust and greed, they are willing to start a fight
“I’m having your baby
It’s none of your business”
The girl is still walking down the hallway, in the sports hall, some kids have started to taste sweets, some of them are busy pointing out each other, seems like they’are blaming each other over the sweets, they’re greedy, mad and angry
The lyrics are pointing at unhealthy, toxic relationships which are just based on sexual wantings and no love, ( having someone’s baby has a reference to sex.)
“it New York, baby always jacked up”
The girl finally enters the sports hall, New York stands as a sample of the society, the girl puts her box down and grabs some cupcakes from it. while she’s looking around to see if she’s could start a fight, a boy with a fake cigarette stares at her and gives her a smirk with a message like “you don’t dare to do that!” (cigarette represents the class of the character)
That’s how we get involved in the society, we are innocent but we’re willing to prove ourselves to the others (especially the ones in the upper class.) and that’s how we get affected
So she starts the fight, some are scared, some are angry, some are greedy. they all immerse themselves in the fight. everywhere gets dirty, their clothes become covered by sweets. they’re not neat anymore….
As the video goes on, suddenly the girl finds out her box has become empty so she goes for more! she grabs sweets from the center of the hall, she poorly crawls on the ground, with that sense of greed, just like others or maybe even worse
“she sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me its like I’ve paid for it
Its like I’ve paid for it
I’m gonna pay for this!”
She’s crawling, on four feet, the way animals do, basically, it mentions the way greed and lust nullify human actions. when you do something based on lust it becomes worthless and usually brings bad consequences
In the video, the children couldn’t control their lust over the sweets, and the girl, who wasn’t even that much into the sweets got involved to just to prove herself to the others
Their behaviors have bad outcomes, they became nasty and some of them got sick (as we see at the end of the video) they didn’t pay for the sweets, but they’ll have to pay for its results
The lyrics of the song and the video totally match! having a sexual relationship just because of lust, without any background has bad consequences! not just the possibility of baby-making as the song mentions but the feeling of regret, mental sickness, loss of innocence &…

As the girl continues to crawl with her clothes covered by sweets, Harry, carrying a puppy, suddenly opens the door and sees the girl in that situation. the girl wasn’t ready to see him. she stares at him with a special feeling as if he cares about her and her innocence
Harry gets mad, seeing her in that situation, he releases the dogs inside the hall like he doesn’t care anymore. he has lost his mind. the dogs get inside the hall, as the chorus plays again, we can feel the violence for another time. the dogs, which are a sample of animals, get mingled among the children. now their actions are the same, they fight, they eat and they don’t think
Some are still greedy, some still fight, some are frightened and some got sick. it indicates people’s different reactions to the society. some people never quit doing bad things, some regret after doing those and some just try to survive
As we see at last moments of the video, Harry gets into the hall and hides behind some chairs with a girl beside him, they’re scared. Harry looks around and unconsciously grabs a cupcake, even though he knows it’s not a good thing to do, he gives it to the girl beside him to throw
Sometimes as a reaction to the unwanted things, we make sudden decisions which make us regret after. that’s what happens in the real life
Than camera goes on two kids, one of them is sick and the other is crying out loud (bad consequences) which make Harry overwhelmed & upset
In the last scene, they’re taking a photograph, they stand next to each other like everything is fine while the traces from sweets are still there, on their clothes and faces. some are more affected and some are less. but among those children, Harry is still clean even though he went to the sports hall, that’s why he smiles
The last scene has an ironic message. it means we’re living in a sick society, where everybody has problems, they do bad things, they get affected by each other but after all, you can be among them and don’t accept negative effects. you can stay the same. you can remain nice
-E.M

Here is also a beautiful poem from Rumi, which somehow indicates the same meaning:
The world is a play, a children’s game, and you’re the children
God speaks the truth
If you haven’t left the child’s play
How can you be an adult?
Without purity of spirit
If you’re still in the middle of lust and greed
And other wantings, you’re like children
Playing at sexual intercourse
The same with the fightings of mankind it’s a squabble with play-swords
No purpose, totally futile
-RUMI (selected poems)

Sting – Englishman In New York (At Grammy Awards 2018) (Live)

I don’t drink coffee I take tea, my dear.
I like my toast done on one side.
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk,
I’m an Englishman in New York.

You see me walking down Fifth Avenue,
A walking cane here at my side.
I take it everywhere I walk,
I’m an Englishman in New York.

Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.
Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.

If "manners maketh man" as someone said,
He’s the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and mile.
Be yourself no matter what they say.

Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.
Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety,
But you could end up as the only one.
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society.
At night a candle’s brighter than the sun.

Takes more than combat gear to make a man.
Takes more than a license for a gun.
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can.
A gentleman will walk but never run.

If "manners maketh man" as someone said,
He’s the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and mile.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.

Joey Bada$$ – King To A God (feat. Dessy Hinds)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Hol’ up, uh, back on my bullshit, I’m packin’ a full clip
I’m triggered, bitch, get back ‘fore I pull it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off from the hip-up, my Glock, it don’t hiccup
You better get a grip and don’t slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands where my eyes can see
Like it’s a stick up (yeah!)
Make one false move, you gettin’ lit up (brr!)
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck like Bishop (no!)
I’m crazy like a redneck in a pickup (c’mon!)
Shit get ugly like Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol’ up, lemme fill up my cup with some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find time
Said I just really want that Einstein (yeah!)
But fuck it, watch her throw it back
Like a Thursday on my timeline (woo!)
Swear I’m so out of my mind (word!)
The only one of my kind (c’mon!)
Between me and you is a fine-line
I sell rhymes like dimes and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my first tunes, I’ve been raisin’ hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I’m gettin’ hotter every June (yeah!)
You say you with the smoke?
Well, I’m with the heavy fumes (c’mon!)
You got goons, I got goons (yeah!)
Everybody got goons, question is: Do you got the Cojóns?
You niggas coons that really need to stop the buffoonery
‘Fore I take it back on them start
Snatchin’ they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that shit don’t be foolin’ me (no!)
Fuck around and this verse gon’ be in your eulogy
This the type the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I move indubitably
And put these words together so beautifully (c’mon!)
While I beat the beat up so brutally (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community abusin’ diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I’m soon to be the greatest in your top five (yeah!)
‘Cause when I drop watch the rest drop just like flies (yeah!)
They be shook when a nigga like me on the rise (yeah!)
‘Cause I ain’t afraid to look a lyin’ king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
But what’s a king to a God? Uh
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
Huh, but what’s a king to a God? Uh
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
Ha ha! Let that shit breathe, hol’ up, let that shit breathe, ha ha!
Yeah, ill-minded child, let’s get ’em

[Verse 2: Dessy Hinds]
How many pieces, I’m eatin’ forbidden fresh fruit (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I feast on flesh too (c’mon!)
Verses bulletproof on the chessboard, pick your best move (c’mon!)
I already made mine, where’s the next loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I’m turnin’ frowns upside down
Usin’ every tool to close these tombs
Like King Tut right now (uh huh!)
I’m cuttin’ ties, then cufflinks might bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, feel the urgency to bury me
Or worry my spouse (woo!)
All this sleepin’ I’m wide aroused
I’m right around fine chinas in Chinatown
Fine dinin’ with lighter sounds
That’s for the spliff, nobody make a sound
I came to wipe these babies down
With nothin’ less than Egyptian cotton for towels (woo!)
That’s for cotton pickin’ no doubt (doubt!)
This lil’ nigga just turned big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we better than who’s around
Fuck cheddar give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told y’all niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I’m going psycho for the sound
Only psychos I see around
Go ’round and ’round like a new carousel (ah ha!)
What’s a king to a God?
The difference is one of them don’t compare themselves
I’m only here to make a name plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin’, New York state of mind, I guess it was written
I’m out in Queens after I handle my business (uh huh!)
I’m too ambitious, and I been flippin’ physics
Way before I met critics
So whatchu saying to the dead or the livin’?
God Body, yeah (ha ha!)

[Chorus: Dessy Hinds]
But what’s a king to a God?
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
Yeah, but what’s a king to a God?
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
What’s a king to a God?
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga

Derez Deshon – Hardaway

[Intro]
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits

[Bridges]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 1]
Young Penny Hardaway, in the skillet whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits, yeah, that money gotta have it
I used to dream of livin’ lavish, now a nigga livin’ lavish
Buy a foreign whip to what’s fastest, if I ain’t eatin’ then I’m fastin
Fat as fuck, bought a coupe just to see if I can fit in it
That didn’t work so I gave it to one of my bitches
I should’ve just bought a Bentley, guess what I did?
Woke the next day went and bought a Bentley, for who?
Me and my kids
I took the harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
So fucked up I had to borrow a plate that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days
Fuck that I was just in New York, in a Hummer, lookin for Charlamagne respect

[Chorus]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2]
I’m number 1 like young Penny, I used to shop JC Penny
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s
Every since I can remember since elementary all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change draw just to flex on them lil bitty bitches I be up
I stayed out after the street light, these niggas ain’t bout that street life
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night
Before Tity Boi, had turned to 2 Chainz I had a duffle bag with a few thangs
Before I rode with Gucci in the Mulsanne, run with ghostface killahs Wu Tang

[Hook]
I took a harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
If I fucked up had to borrow a play that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days, fuck that I was just on Rex Road with the hard, before this hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

Skillz – Murda Gram (Uncle Murda Diss)

[Intro]
Motherfuckers want to kill me but ain’t got the heart
So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park
And I don’t want credit for this, this ain’t nothin’
I just answerin’ a nigga that kept pressin’ my buttons
Uncle Murda, what’s all the games about?
Nigga, keep my fucking name out your brown-ass mouth
Clark Kent, your man about to hold this L
So roll some weed I got a story to tell, listen

[Verse]
Couple years ago I’m up in AC
I get a call from Clark Kent and he don’t ever call me
Talkin’ ‘bout he heard your version of my song
He told you, you was bitin’ and you knew that you was wrong
But not for nothing you was tryin to make it better
And trying to reach out to see if we can do it together
I’m like, “Clark, nigga you must be faded
Why the fuck would I collab on some shit that I created? Y’all jaded
If you don’t get the fuck off my phone
And tell that old faced-ass nigga to leave me alone
Get gone. Clark, you know I ain’t that dude
And yeah I fell back on rap but don’t get it confused.”
Shit lit my fuse, you wouldn’t call Hov
And tell him 21 Savage want to do "22 Two’s"
Nigga, would you? The fuck wrong with y’all?
Bitin’ niggas, I could never get along with y’all
A song? Naw, straight curvin’ niggas
I wouldn’t even take a picture with Uncle Murda, nigga
And then you started makin’ ‘em takin’ your little shots
But I ain’t never hear ‘em, they only play ‘em up top
You not worthy, you’re just dirty and thirsty
You make them every year, they never get past Jersey
Nigga stop it, you got Brooklyn lookin’ crazy
Matter-fact, you got Brooklyn lookin’ lazy
I got cases in Virginia, bodies in D.C
You got to think B.I.G. if you wanna come for me
And I’m still VA, and I’m still that nigga
Still M-A-D, where your skills at nigga?
I heard you got popped and you ain’t peel that nigga
Whoever told you to change your name, you should kill that nigga
Lenny Grant, I can’t leave that alone
That shit read like it on the side of a funeral home
Ladies and gents, this nigga gettin’ washed and rinsed
Now if you a junior then that name makes sense
Respect to your dad, that’s the least I can do
Actually, umm, naw, fuck him too
Now how a Stan going to come for the man?
Don’t hide your hand, you wanted to be a wrap-up fan
I ain’t Tweetin’, I ain’t leavin’ the ‘Gram
I’m Pusha Ting, remindin’ these niggas who the fuck I am, damn
Reminding you on who the fuck you are
You a comedian, we don’t come to you for bars
We straight, on top of that you fake
Nigga, you signed to G-Unit ten years too late
And what I’m ‘bout to say might piss New York off
But you one of the reasons that New York soft
A worker who could never be a New York boss
Smack that dirty fitted off your head, New York lost
Nigga, dead-ass son, I’m not the one
I heard back in your past you used to bust your gun
I give a fuck, nigga, I don’t care, have a seat, here’s a chair
No love over here, yeah, this the future
Now who the fuck get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter, huh
You a adlibber but that’s all you do
I can name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you
So stop fuckin’ with us, I go with Kane, B.I.G. and Jay, but that’s obvious
Buckshot, Tek and Steele, Rock and Ruck
Mos Def, Kweli, Masta Ace, Fabolous
Foxy, umm, Lil Kim and Cease
Skyzoo, Torae, oh Joell Ortiz
I’m with Joey BADA$$, ask AZ
M.O.P. would have told you you shouldn’t fuck with me
You sendin’ DMs like a thirty chick
And got mad when I asked your dirty-ass, “Who this?”
And you can guntalk all day, that’s yours
But you ain’t seein’ me with these goddamn bars
You’ll never say you took me
Before that happens, Young M.A. will give you some pussy
Nigga, you kept pushin’ so I had to play
But this type of shit happens everyday
And when you see me, you know what I’ma say
I was spreadin’ love, it’s the Virginia way, nigga