Tag: Michael Jackson

Lil Baby, Lil Durk & Travis Scott – Hats Off Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Change my name to the kid, that’s a baby goat
Keep a Drac’ like I started up OVO
You can get a percent, but I want the most
Got a house with a lake, so I bought a boat
‘Bout to switch up a play, that’s an audible
State-to-state, private jet with some model hoes
Had to run up more dollars than followers
Me and bae take the week off in Cabo
Life’s a gamble, I’m playin’ the lotto
I’m bettin’ it all ’cause I know that I got ’em
‘Member me? I was drivin’ Impalas
We don’t beef, if it’s problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 rеvolver I bought for my partna
He died in a argumеnt
They was hatin’, that’s why I’m way farther than ’em
‘Member askin’ my mom where my father been at
Ain’t no talkin’, that fire what I’m tryna get at
Niggas cuffin’ these hoes that the crew done been had
Get them racks out the bank, put it right in the bag
Say he wouldn’t do that, but he would if he can
Hop out marchin’ with drums like we play in the band
I come straight out the mud, I ain’t been in no sand
Twenty-hour flight, had popped me a Xan
I got horny, almost fucked on a fan
I had thinked about it, I can’t end up on Shade Room
Everything that I hit, I done paid for
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it’s real by the label
We had TV, but we didn’t have cable
Now I’m richer than all of my neighbors

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
I wear my chain proud, it’s a trophy
I’m with the same crowd, these the brodies
I don’t got the same mind, you don’t know me
You don’t gotta do it loud, keep it low-key
I’m tryna be here for mine, I can’t hold you
The Forgiatos twenty-four, this for Kobe
I shouldn’t have to say, you know that you owe me
You ain’t gotta search, you know that it’s on me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Bitch, I’m a D-boy, do it for T.Roy
I’m on you forever, that’s just word to V.Roy
I’m with the killas forever, the trenches is in me
The Grammys can’t change me for nothin’
I like the bitches who let me just offer them cash
You never gon’ ask me for nothin’
Never gon’ switch
Only time I ever switch is a Glock with a motherfuckin’ button
Rappers be runnin’ back, tellin’ them bitches we hittin’
That’s why we don’t be tellin’ them nothin’
4TF, Only the Family
But Four Pockets Full, but we keep it a hundred
That shit solid, I done took losses
I done turned robbers to killers and bosses
I been that nigga from way, way back
Way before Uzi was droppin’ the cross
We just a family, we never recruitin’
Clique full of killas, we choosin’ to shoot ’em
Someone tell Kanye and Kim to just stick to the script
And just tell ’em to free Larry Hoover
Me, I’m the voice, Baby, the hero
Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah
Been in it a minute, it’s crazy I’m winnin’
It only feel like I’ve been rappin’ a year
Let a nigga play with me, I’m ready
My bitch gettin’ rich off cosmetics
Life off, they done freed my daddy
Lights off, I couldn’t see my baby
2010, I had a gun in my Pelle
2011, I was fightin’ my celly
2012, I signed my deal in Cali
2021, I’m big as Khaled, oh-woah

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
I wear my chain proud, it’s a trophy
I’m with the same crowd, these the brodies
I don’t got the same mind, you don’t know me
You don’t gotta do it loud, keep it low-key
I’m tryna be here for mine, I can’t hold you
The Forgiatos twenty-four, this for Kobe
I shouldn’t have to say, you know that you owe me
You ain’t gotta search, you know that it’s on me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day
Hats off if you keepin’ it real
It’s so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice ’cause he know just what to say
I’m the hero, I come through, save the day

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & Lil Durk]
(Yeah) After this drop, then it’s only the label
You see the crosses surroundin’ the table
But never crosses, we flip ya, alfredo
Bro, do a solid without a potato
I took the logic and built out a payroll
All the whips chocolate, I built it like Legos (Let’s go)
I leave him deceased (Yeah)
Only way that they ever find peace (Yeah)
In that case, then I might need a priest (Yeah)
In the streets, gotta keep the belief
Not a wave, gotta keep you a sea (Sea)
Look for me, gotta keep you a fee (Fee)
Made a hundred and put it on gold (It’s lit)
Took the steppas and put ’em on roll (Straight up)
It’s a lotta them ridin’ and glidin’ and slidin’ that’s ready to snatch up your soul (Yeah)
I was eighteen still when I got my deal, then Dre had to go up the road (Up the road)
Now he back outside and see lil’ bro, he got believers
R.I.P. Big Tone, I know you see us
Sorry, gotta fuck on the low, I can’t make Cheaters
Dawg, we got it bussin’ out the bleachers (Yeah)
It’s jumpin’ like wall to wall
(Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah)
(The truth, see, see)

DDG & OG Parker – Impatient Lyrics

[Chorus: DDG]
It’s ok girl, to be impatient
Cause I know you been waitin’
You just filled with a lot of frustration
But I know you’re ok
Gotta stay focused, don’t let temptation’s
Get back in the way of happiness bae
Workin’ overtime, girl, you know you lookin’ fine
And you ain’t gotta cry girl, you beautiful inside
And you ain’t gotta chase girl, cause you know you the prize
Yes you do, yes you do, yes you do
It’s ok girl, to be impatient
Cause I know you been waitin’
You just filled with a lot of frustration
But I know you’re ok
Gotta stay focused, don’t let temptation’s
Get back in the way of happiness bae

[Verse 1: DDG]
Come thru now, you know I need it
Michael Jackson the way I beat
Confident, but not conceitеd
Open up and let me еat it
You don’t want nobody that’s gon take your love for granted
Fell in love once, it didn’t work, so you panicked
Life got tough, but you strong, so you managed
And you’re love is automatic so these niggas take advantage
Yeah, these niggas take advantage of you
I’m the only nigga that can really brighten your mood
Teach you things that you ain’t never learn in school
I’m just tired of the niggas that be hurting you
You just need a real nigga
Stay at home, chill nigga
A don’t worry baby, I’ll pay the bills nigga
I don’t cheat, cause I care how she feels nigga

[Chorus: DDG]
It’s ok girl, to be impatient
Cause I know you been waitin’
You just filled with a lot of frustration
But I know you’re ok
Gotta stay focused, don’t let temptation’s
Get back in the way of happiness bae (Eh)
Workin’ overtime, girl, you know you lookin’ fine
And you ain’t gotta cry girl, you beautiful inside
And you ain’t gotta chase girl, cause you know you the prize
Yes you do, yes you do, yes you do

[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, I ain’t gonna play with you
Too busy on the road, I’m just tryna lay with you
Tryna run up on these bands, stack cake with you
Take a private to the island, get away with you
I’ma pull up in the south, switch lanes with you
And I better never see you with that bitch, I’m catchin’ fades with you
Hit the bank with you, I’m just tryna get paid with you (Paid)
Hit the bang with you, I’m just tryna spend the day with you (Yeah, let’s go)
(Stick, stick-stick)
We gon move, move (Move, move)
For drop top, what you do is- okay (Ooh)
Watch out for the opps, gotta look both ways (Ooh)
Yeah, show me where it go, okay
Yeah, stick, stick, make it move
Yeah, show me what a real nigga do
You like, you like, you like when I say it’s your’s
And I put it on you

[Chorus: DDG]
It’s ok girl, to be impatient
Cause I know you been waitin’
You just filled with a lot of frustration
But I know you’re ok
Gotta stay focused, don’t let temptation’s
Get back in the way of happiness bae (Eh)
Workin’ overtime, girl, you know you lookin’ fine
And you ain’t gotta cry girl, you beautiful inside
And you ain’t gotta chase girl, cause you know you the prize
Yes you do, yes you do, yes you do
It’s ok girl, to be impatient
Cause I know you been waitin’
You just filled with a lot of frustration
But I know you’re ok
Gotta stay focused, don’t let temptation’s
Get back in the way of happiness bae (Eh)

Vic Mensa – 2HONEST Lyrics

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[Intro: Snoh Aalegra & Vic Mensa]
Loneliness speaks through my smile
It sings the darkest lullaby
La, la-la-la, la-la, la
La, la-la-la, la-la, la
I call a 51-50 on myself
That’s how you know I need help
I call a 51-50 on myself
That’s how you know I need help

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Tears of a fallen soldier, rollin’ down my face
One hand stickin’ out of my grave
The whole world left me for dead, Michael Jackson’s estate
But I’m too high, I’ll never land
A river that knows its source can never run dry
That’s why I had to cut out the middle man
Hate from all directions, assassinatin’ my character
I felt like Malcom X and J. Edgar Hoover’s America
I said the truth and I paid for it, I paid for it
I got on my knees and cried to the Lord, I prayеd for it
I had bounties on my head, when my sistеr was in my home
Sleepless night by the chrome, trigger finger next to my dome
Contemplatin’ self-destruction, equatin’ myself to nothin’
Fixated on my regression, I felt like Benjamin Button
I collapsed in my depression, I just couldn’t write for nothin’
When I stared at my reflection, all that I felt was disgusted
My confidence evaporated, less than a man, I was emasculated
I turned to violence to be validated
Violated probation again and again
My kin and my friends like, “What the fuck, is up with you fam?”
Don’t you understand? Niggas wanna fuck with you fam
But you keep fuckin’ yourself and that fucks with your fans
[Chorus: SAINt JHN & Snoh Aalegra]
Pardon me, my nigga I believed the lie and kept it too honest (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
The pain behind your eyes, tells me that that’s not what you wanted (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
And it’s hard to explain to the people standin’ still why you’re runnin’ (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I was runnin’ from the absolute savage that I know I’m becomin’

[Post-Chorus: Vic Mensa & Snoh Aalegra]
I call a 51-50 on myself
That’s how you know I need help
I call a 51-50 on myself
That’s how you know I need help (Oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Do you know what the fuck it feels like to wake up every day in distress?
Pissed off at yourself, neglect, so you just lay in your mess
And people depend on you, got so much shit on your chest
That your train of thought can’t seem to find a way to express
I found a notebook in my parent’s crib from when I was five
I went inside and it said “I hate myself” I wanted to die, cryin’
I couldn’t even fathom the child feeling so lonely
So next time a nigga tell you ’bout Vic, say they don’t know me
I need to be loved, I need to be loved
I needed the drugs ’cause I couldn’t do it
I couldn’t do it, I was goin’ through it
Growin’ up I was a product of my biracial confusion
Neither black nor white, I guess that makes me translucent
I crushed everything I touched
I fucked every single slut, I couldn’t bust, it was a knot
In my stomach, I plummet into my dungeon
Down in the depths of my darkness
I’m steppin’ over my carcass, I’m comin’ out of my hatred
Tired of my heart bein’ vacant
I made a promise, won’t break it
I told my momma we’ll make it
I told my gang we gon’ make it
If they won’t give it to us, we’ll take it
One thing that is true is my greatness
Promise I won’t doubt, I’ll believe it
I’m exercisin’ my demons for the last time
[Chorus: SAINt JHN & Snoh Aalegra]
Pardon me, my nigga, I believed the lie and I kept it too honest (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
The pain behind your eyes tells me that that’s not what you wanted (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
And it’s hard to explain to the people standin’ still why you’re runnin’ (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I was runnin’ from the absolute savage that I know I’m becomin’

[Outro: SAINt JHN]
But pardon me, my nigga, isn’t this the life you said that you wanted?
You know the car’s movin’ fast, what a view, and the women are stunnin’
And it’s hard when you’re comin’ from the bottom tryin’ not to become it
So I’m runnin’ from the absolute savage, that I know I’m becomin’
Comin’, yeah, ayy

DDG – Moonwalking in Calabasas (Remix) Lyrics

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[Verse 1: DDG]
Ballin’ since I was jit
Way before Ultimate filmin’ the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin’ paying the rent
I couldn’t help her with shit
Hate that I’m feelin’ so stuck in this bitch (Devo this shit hard)
Car broke down, can’t fix that shit
I cried at night, I’ll admit that shit
O2, old, I’ll whip that bitch
She left me ‘lone but I miss that bitch
If she text right now, I’ll hit that bitch
Old friends like “How you get that lit?”
Same old me but they think I switched
Fuck old friends I don’t know that bitch
Racks too big, can’t fold that shit
I ain’t get none when I owned that shit
Momma I told you we gon’ be okay
Whippin’ that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don’t know what to say

[Verse 2: Blueface]
Don’t call that lil ass place no estate
Unless it came with a pool and a gate
Check the rear before I pull in the gate
All my watches flooded just like a lake
Lately I’ve been showing up extra late
Rich nigga take her on a cheap date
4 for 4 Wendy’s get her a plate
Love when these nuts all up in her face
She say “Wow”, never met a nigga with dick in her house
Spit in her mouth, dick in and out with the choppa
In the couch for a rat or a mouse
[Chorus: DDG]
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin’ through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it’s just a fraction
Spendin’ money for my satisfaction
Benjamin’s, we don’t fuck with Jackson’s

[Verse 3: DDG]
Bet when I dropped, they don’t post that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I’ma note that shit
When I blow you’ll owe me bitch
Humble ass nigga but I know I’m rich (Yeah, rich ass fuck)
Fuck that shit i know I’m lit
If we beef I fuck your bitch
All of the niggas I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they bitches and get ’em wet
Call her Uber, I hit ’em and send ’em back
Do it in silence cause players’ ain’t in to that
No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh
She said your dick game was so slow
And she had told me your broke (That’s tuff)

[Verse 4: Blueface]
That’s tough, that’s tough
Blueface and DDG, hoes at the BnB
Watching a DvD, giving her dvd
2020 Wagon, A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Get too close, it go bee-bee-bee-bee-bee
Road runner all he heard was me-me-me
Yer, seven-fifty in the horse
Hopped out the Porsche and I crashed the Porsche
Hop out the bed and I smash the whore
Knock-knock guess who’s at the door
Oops, forgot I ordered that Dior (Bop)
Came in straight from Europe (Bop)
[Pre-Chorus: DDG]
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

[Chorus: DDG]
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin’ through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it’s just a fraction
Spendin’ money for my satisfaction
Benjamin’s, we don’t fuck with Jackson’s

[Outro: DDG]
Benjamin’s, we don’t fuck with Jackson’s
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin’ through the Calabasas

Lil Keed – Wavy (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah
I just been shinin’ in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (Wavy)
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)
Cake havin’ hands, he beatin’ the bowl
Playin’ the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)
Livin’ the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Keed & Travis Scott]
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)
Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)
Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Lil Keed]
Nutritionist like how I put them greens on your spine
I kept missin’ all your calls ’cause, bitch, you got the other line (Straight up)
We been doublin’ ’em since May, back when Maybach can’t make this time
My dawg like Oakley, I’m like Jordan, he just do it, I pay the fine (La Flame)
I ain’t seen the sun in seven days like I been doin’ time (Yeah)
That’s just how I got the Batcave built up when I’m on the grind (Yeah)
Elli’ VV blingin’ on my phone and I ain’t losin’ sleep (Ooh, yeah)
I told shawty call your hoes but they can’t post when they with me (Ooh, ooh, no)
Out on Bleveland sippin’ purple rain with Prince and Lil Keed (Ooh, it’s lit)
I be feelin’ like I’m Michael Jackson when I hit the hee
My chain make ’em make a face reaction like they gotta sneeze (Yeah, yeah)
All of them flashes and splashes makin’ you think you in photos, what up? (Yeah, yeah, all that, all that, yeah, yeah, mmm)
I be takin’ Cactis to the face, it turned me to a beast
Heard the opps outside, we take they heads and turn it to a piece

[Interlude: Lil Keed]
Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay
Copped the Panamera for the rain, okay

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
(Woo, talk to ’em)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah
I just been shinin’ in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (Wavy)
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)
Cake havin’ hands, he beatin’ the bowl
Playin’ the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)
Livin’ the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)
Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)
Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Yeah, Hood Baby
I ain’t fearin’ no nigga (Earl on the beat)
Watch who you trust, man, ’cause these niggas got sticky fingers (Let’s go)
Fucked that bitch, I’ll never see a ring finger
She suck my dick ’til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle
Money in this pocket, this pocket, can’t even walk, I’m a real penguin
Respect, I’ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (Oh yeah)
I’m fly as fuck, soarin’ through ’em, I ain’t talking no eagle (Yeah)
Catch a ho and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers
So much flodge shit happenin’, I can’t even look at people
Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I’m a whole cheater
Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (Yeah)
Hey, big shoes like I’m old people (Yeah)
I ride with pole-keepers (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles
Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions
And you better keep them racks or you ain’t gon’ see them people
‘Round you

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
(Woo), yeah
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it (Slimeball)
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah
I just been shinin’ in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (Wavy)
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)
Cake havin’ hands, he beatin’ the bowl
Playin’ the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)
Livin’ the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)
Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)
Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)

[Outro: Lil Keed]
(Wavy)
(Wavy)
(Wavy)
(Wavy)
(Wavy)

Gunna – DIRTY DIANA Lyrics

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[Intro]
Aviator
Taurus

[Chorus]
My bitch a Dirty Diana
Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Bad)
I came to ball, Steve Nash (Wow)
I wake up, pop a tag (I wake up, pop a tag)
All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)
Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)
I’m ’bout to sign new advance (Sign)
The millions in demand (M’s)

[Verse 1]
I took some shrooms with the homie (Ooh)
I bought my new bitch a Rollie (Oh)
I would never tell on the code (Oh)
I could pirate sail if I wanted (Pirate sail)
These niggas no shell and it’s showin’ (Shell)
I could send some shells to your code (Yeah)
I know that young Gunna Wunna chosen (Gunna Wunna)
Be patient, I’m livin’ in the moment (Patient)
Ask my people, they gon’ say I’m one hundred (Hundred)
Ask these pussies, they tryna take me under (Pussy)
I won’t let ’em, can’t take me out my comfort (Nah)
We send bullets, big bullets by the bundle (Yeah)
2020, I’m lookin’ through a tunnel (2020)
Can’t see fully but know I’m seein’ numbers (Nah)
Bitch so sexy, I fuck without a condom (Fuck without a condom)
I’m an animal straight out the jungle

[Chorus]
My bitch a Dirty Diana (Woah)
Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Yeah)
I came to ball, Steve Nash (Ball, Steve Nash)
I wake up, pop a tag (I wake up, pop a tag)
All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)
Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)
I’m ’bout to sign new advance (Sign)
The millions in demand (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I bought me a Maybach, Mercedes (Yeah)
Don’t mean much, but I know these niggas hatin’ (Know these niggas hatin’)
Pop my shit on the ones that say I’m lazy (Pop it)
I’m on drugs, movin’ slower than The Matrix (Slow)
She want me cop this purse need buy some makeup (Uh)
Trust the joker, you see me in Jamaica (You see me)
If I pour up, it’s Tropicana flavor
I went up since the interview on FADER (Yeah)
Bought a Glock with a beam and a laser (Beam)
Brought my strap, I couldn’t trust her with the taser (Nah)
She stay watchin’ [?], I know your heart is fatal (Fatal)
If you fail then I know that I done made it (I know that I done made it)
Fuck the critics, we steady countin’ paper (Yeah)
We like crickets, just jumpin’ off the table (Jumpin’ off the table)
‘Bout to pour me some syrup, not the maple (Syrup)
Watch these girls in the world, I could take you

[Chorus]
My bitch a Dirty Diana (Woah)
Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Yeah)
I came to ball, Steve Nash (Ball, Steve Nash)
I wake up, pop a tag (I wake up, pop a tag)
All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)
Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)
I’m ’bout to sign new advance (Sign)
The millions in demand (Yeah)

Yfn Lucci – True Story Lyrics (feat. Kevin Gates)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, look

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, I used to wan’ play for the Knicks
Started servin’ these J’s nicks
Off the porch to the pavement
I was broke, I was takin’ risks
Man, I was f**ked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
So we was always takin’ shit, uh
Back then
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn’t much, but I had it
Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I’m Michael Jackson
Uh, I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m brackin’
I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m crackin’
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
I see that you fallin’ back from me, huh, ain’t no more askin’ me, yeah
Ain’t no more cappin’ me (Nah), can’t get no cash from me

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did
I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
I been to the pen’, got tough skin
I run with the real, so what then?
I hope he don’t fold when he go up the road
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
And I’m on the road to riches
Money attractin’ these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowin’ the business
Doin’ the best we can, we pickin’ up cans, one of the strongest members
One of your partners went dig in your pockets, you say you ain’t got it, he throwin’ a triple
All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city
Bruh, he gon’ touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it
Learn to control my feelings
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
Got me some soldiers, makin’ ’em do what I showed ’em
That’s how you ‘posed to get it
Not ashamed to say I’m afraid to get close to niggas

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

Drake – When To Say When Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, somebody on
Somebody hit me today and they were like:
“Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?”
(June, you’re a genius)
I said, I respect you, no problem
We got all these blessings, just to give it to others anyway
You know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, my hand’s always open, for real

[Verse: Drake]
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mill’, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you the niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson ‘ship, but the palace is not for kids
Still women sayin’ it’s childish the way we live
Brought a few “W’s’ to the 6ix
Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is
Baby, Wayne and Tez is responsible for this shit
Half of the time, I question my consciousness in this shit
Other times I question if compliments are legit
Full time I’m out here confident as a bitch
Tryna make good on the promises that I give
Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit
Register the business in my brother’s name
Thirty-five hunnid in the pocket, that should cover things
Certified lover man, trappin’ out the motherland
Always move right, so my watch is on the other hand
She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan
People wanna know what’s in my pockets, they don’t understand
My assistant always findin’ Percocets and rubber bands
Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans
Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can
I watch Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands
I decide what to see next like it’s on demand
I decide what to be next like I’m switchin’ plans
I’ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
Six God, praying hands like I’m a religious man
But I’m just a sicker man (Six, six, six), wicked man, look
We can argue back and forth about who the richer man
Isn’t that what matters in this world that we livin’ in?
Payin’ those dividends, snakes stay slitherin’
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin’ it
How you plan to take a nigga’s spot by just givin’ in
How you gon’ treat this shit like you gon’ get to live again?
How you gettin’ hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got a manager you met after you got the win?
Bet you got some niggas that’ll love you to the bitter end
Bet you got somebody that’s just smarter than your other friends
Give ’em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings then
You just need to stay close to your people
That was there when others could’ve been
Then when others should’ve been
Got a nigga starin’ at the game like, “Damn coach, put him in”
But you never listen, so you niggas gon’ would again
Got us in the crib, talkin’ ’bout what niggas coulda been, shoulda been
And I got your girl on the second floor, beggin’ me to put it in
And it’s not because all of the money that you woulda spend
And it’s not because I set it up to try and get revenge
It’s because you niggas insecure, you ain’t made men
It’s because, even though you hate on me, we stay friends
It’s because you niggas never learn when to say when, yeah

[Outro: Drake & Sample]
For real, facts
Haha, yeah
I even took that day, I even Drake
That handsome man, who is the king, Drake, yes
See him? Which means [?]
[?] far with that man, [?], the official, no [?]
So you know Drake from time then? Yeah man
Okay ’cause I know when he keeps like a party and stuff
He wouldn’t invite you guys, compain and stuff
Yeah man, in the six, yeah man, and they
And in that Drake video, man, besides Rihanna man
That’s right, that’s right
I mean I respect that because um (Yeah)
Big lion like him didn’t have to remember, you know?
But that was a nice time (Yeah)
But what we are tryna show you is the people
And they say, “Ah, Drake is not here, guy”
Y’all can get, shut up, dawg
That man had the biggest ting in the world, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y’all relax, y’all not real knuckle sandwich, I eat (Hehe)
Make sure you know, choke on some, a box juice
Yeah, yeah, we out there King of Israel [?]
What are- what are they doin’ (I don’t know)
Can you still have some, “He’s wack guys”
“He ain’t hard,” and where he would
“Hard and soft,” “hard and soft”
Funny stop it, that man is the king (Haha)
I don’t care