Meek Mill – Respect the Game Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yah
Big bag, got ’em big mad
A nigga gettin’ to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin’ out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I’m gettin’ money, I don’t get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin’ down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it’s champagne showers when we poppin’ the champ’, ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can’t be us ’cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain’t get it back
That’s why I’m humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don’t chase hoes ’cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin’ bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin’ her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin’ to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I’m talkin’ under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don’t feed your wolves they gon’ put you on the menu
That’s why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we’d cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts

[Chorus]
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin’ you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that’ll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin’
‘Cause when it’s all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon’ treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

[Verse 2]
Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil’ chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feelin’ yourself, I know you got a lil’ lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin’ you over
That ain’t real money
That’s bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin’ home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could’ve put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I’m just ahead of my class
I’m that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin’ good, but I’m ready for bad
And you won’t never catch me frontin’ ’cause I’m used to bein’ second to last
Respect the game

[Chorus]
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin’ you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that’ll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin’
‘Cause when it’s all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon’ treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Young Thug – MLK Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, “Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see,” yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got no ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

Rick Ross – Apple Of My Eye (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin’ for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)

[Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)

RICK ROSS – Apple Of My Eye lyrics

Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just to being something man
At that point what else can you ask for?

Tears running out of a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still sleeping on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reeking through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek I wouldn’t trust Nicki, instead of beefing with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be to specific
You rather be a killer than be statistic
An never fold no I never ran
On my soul I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open I say amen
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
If its more then a quarter million, Ill count it twice
Poochie broke my heart shit I call it life
An never will I call it rite
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Traveling the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
Cause the loss of lifes the only thing that niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another muthafuckin’ casualty

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and..)

Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma running out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga thought I’d never be nothing
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dying for the same things
Cop kill a nigga don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool is the US
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but its not just bout them purses

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(yeah)

The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend
(Always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and I)

Tracy T – Choices (feat. Rick Ross & Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Tracy T]
Came through red eyes no jetlag
Geeked off the money this a 100k cash
Niggas they be talking but this’ what the K said
Prrt prrt get the pigeon no J peck
My glory, gave everything I had but now what you got for me?
Took the stairs no elevator [?]
Game enforced it
Just another nigga want the Bentley and the Porsches
Trynna travel overseas shit that ain’t work fuck it that ain’t work
No tour no bonjour I’m back on the turf
Probation hating a nigga trynna bet theyself
Baby mama been spiteful ‘cause I never was there
But see they wanted to be some but I’m the one that they blame
Know these hoes ain’t playing fast it’s all a part of the game
I got a M for dumb shit and not a problem with pain
‘Cause in the end pain came with everything that I gained

[Hook: Tracy T]
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the [?])
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Everybody got choices
Even playing field could have all had Rolls Royces
Diamonds and pearls have more oysters
The money counting scream heard more voices
Plain jane protects cost more than that hollow shit you niggas flex (yes!)
I tell shit what’s next
Tell you how to dress and where the cocaine invests
Nigga grab your vest
Young niggas ain’t playing and they’ aim ain’t the best
That’s what I call Generation X
E-pills or the D get the whole alphabet
Push! G63’s we put baby mothers at ease
Drug dealer disease
Addicted to the money like the air that I breathe

[Hook: Tracy T]
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the [?])
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
10 commandments on these 36 ounces
Real life I got 36 houses (next move)
To the mansion in the mountains (baws)
Couple ice Mountain Dew and them bouncers
All black when I deal with these accountants
Off balance then you fuck with my allowance
All facts get you whacked for a thousand
The bottles all black stacks on the couches (baws)
Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
On the plug with in a motherfucking [?]
You come and take me from the sideline
Condo right next to Lady Gaga’s
Branzino on a grill
Sip syrup spending millions on the pills
In the city no [?]
ATL my first trap was in Mechanicville

[Hook: Tracy T]
Everybody got choices
Want the Bentleys or the Porsches
Be broke I have a fortune
Running from these voices
(Just a product of the [?])
So the game I enforced it
(‘Cause the game I enforced it)
I’m running from these voices
Everybody got choices