Tag: OG

Lloyd Banks – Formaldehyde Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Every song is a homicide, my breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride, I’m back in the zone, it’s 2009
You on the browser lines, I’m watchin’ you niggas with Malcolm eyes
Death from a thousand lines, accurate, don’t need a vouch for mine
This little culture crime sticky patch charging me alkaline
Fuck up your mouth design, predator vision, a falcon flyin’
I’m coming out the climb, Hakeem, Diesel, and Yao combined
All of my outfits shine, heavy on rocks and traction time
Clarity crystal clear, That’s how I know a bitch in there
Been coolin’, time to stir the pot, Dapper Dan did the kitchenwarе
Now listen here, my mothеrfuckin’ business I choose to disappear
Ready, I don’t gotta get prepared, this is my rags to riches year
No more fakin’ now, you normal facin’ clown
I got better terror to hold your minds than Norman Bates, and now
You don’t wanna shake with the dog, need my paws on the spaceship now
Gotta leave my mark on the town, where they normalize heat and foul, uh

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
.44 out the truck (Truck), ’cause round here they don’t give a fuck
I’m all about a buck (Buck), I think it’s time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck, new in Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna cuff us but we got lawyers to rough ’em up

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Strapped to the tee, a fact that the trappers tap in with me
I spent 2019 putting rappers back on their feet
A stack on the seat I made from pushing crack on the street
But when I drop it’s gon’ feel like LeBron back on the East
And y’all suckers be playin’, inside the whip is butter pecan
Three boxes from loaf’s, get rich again if one of these land
OG with stripes like a bumblebee, I’m humbly sayin’
I get your family kidnapped by waving one of these hands
Yeah, uh huh, niggas talk that gangsta shit until it happen
Come through shootin’ backwards
Blew through traffic like the Dukes of Hazard
Yeah, all my hoes exclusive with abusive habits
And me and Blue don’t get no passes ’til we see you in action
That’s how they take it, as soon as you make it
It hurt ’em worse when you exceed expectations
I’m hearing screams from the graveyard
In my interviews, they tell me, “Explain more”
It’s simple, I took a risk and it paid off
Griselda

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
.44 out the truck (Truck), ’cause round here they don’t give a fuck
I’m all about a buck (Buck), I think it’s time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck, new in Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna cuff us but we got lawyers to rough ’em up

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, it ain’t nothin’ as infrareds involved
Stacked up against me, I severed odds
You teachin’ who ’bout what? Hang my pic up in your seminars
Carry forever scars, fuck’s winning like if you never lost?
.357 laws, take a bear down like Nurmagomedov
Three to four advances get you all some dances
I been a champ, it’s just the more I do, the more semantics
You hot shit on your campus, ain’t no awkward answers
Stay out of motions, deafen pussies like lupus and cancer
Merchandise that burn up and CDs that trample on
My flawless record made my ego big, need me a amazon
A camera form, they showed my name too long, maybe the cam was wrong
She outta line, you better check her shit, working with fam was warm
18 years old, I was golden brown with the tats covered
Classic material crumbled up in my scrap bucket
Stumbled onto one of my demos, caught a relapse from it
Born to rise my work ’til this day done made me immortalized

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
.44 out the truck (Truck), ’cause round here they don’t give a fuck (Yeah)
I’m all about a buck (Buck), I think it’s time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck, new in Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna cuff us but we got lawyers to rough ’em up

Dan Bull – Just Die Already Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So I might open with a real light joke, right?
Real life is a real life rougelike
There’s no F Five key to rewind what we don’t like
So we spend most our time just hoping that we won’t die
So when I look around and see someone that’s elderly (yeah)
I tell myself they’re either winning life or found a cheat
And yet they’re treated as some selfish freaks who’ve failed to leave
Who’ve somehow outstayed their welcome with the power to breathe
Well, I’ve come around to tell them though I doubt it’s seldom seen
That their very presence is a present I’m proud to receive
This is for the OG’s, old geezers, fogeys
Bolted up in the old folks’ home with no keys
It must be lonely up atop the holy escalator
But eventually we’re each the next to leave so check you later
Being senior seems to me between being tuckered out
And realising there’s so much to not give a fuck about

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

[Verse 2]
To the church-going folk, I hope you all pray for me
Because I’ve no hope of growing old gracefully
Life’s a fatal disease so I’m just waiting to see
What exciting places it might be taking me
I’m going to be an OAP that’s OP
Hope to be as old as Gandalf and Obi-Wan Kenobi
Living is so me, I’m going to get enough
Although I won’t reach the one hundred and twenty-seven club
Prejudice putting needless junk between us as the Devil does
The way we treat them is the treatment that’s ahead of us
Old people are previously youngsters who just levelled up
Being senior should be seen as something just incredible

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Staying young ’til I become an ancient one’s my one desire
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
If you can’t feel the bass turn up your hearing aid and pump it higher
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

[Verse 3]
What you have to do is hang on through until the chumps retire
Then wack them in the trash, but dude, that attitude’s a dumpster fire
Passing youth’s a fact that you and I will come to cry at
And grapple with the facts that we refused confronting prior
There’s an infinite abyss in front of us but I am
Not the really kind of guy to just give and come so quietly
Succumb to higher creature comforts and just lie in piece
‘Cause once I die, at least I’d like to be thunk of in high esteem
Nah, never mind, being in the freakin’ riot police
I’ll speed at an entire fleet while screaming in the driver’s seat
‘Til I’m a bleeding pile of meat, the kind that lions eat
Now darling, be a sweet and bring my slippers, I’ve got tired feet

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

[Verse 4]
Just because there’s nothing left to prove
Doesn’t mean there’s nothing left to do
But as seasons pass the fee increases for your season pass
‘Til you’re a seasoned passenger of centuries who sees ’em pass
Put to pasture, don’t repeat the past, you need some greener grass
They plan to treat you as a weed in fields that need reseeding fast
I see you creeping of your peak productive beaten path
‘Til even keeping up with previous achievements seems to drag
I don’t believe that each of us can be surpassing Pete & Bas
I mean it’s been an eon since you’ve even had a decent shag
Another day, they might discover me in glacial ice
Or maybe I’ll be vaporised to nada but a ray of light
Descendents won’t remember whether I’ve blue, gray or hazel eyes
But it’s irrelevant, man, it’s whatever fate decides
So I’ll just say this, mate, whatever may arise
I’ll stay alive ’til the day I die (huh)

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Staying young ’til I become an ancient one’s my one desire
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
If you can’t feel the bass turn up your hearing aid and pump it higher
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

Joyner Lucas & Lil Baby – Ramen & OJ Lyrics

[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe
I need the hunnids, a lotta
I tell that lil’ bitch I’m out of her league, out of her league
Yeah, Joyner
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe
I needs some hunnids, and I need to scheme
I need the W by any means, yada-da
Yada I mean, tell that lil’ bitch that I’m outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I’m allergic to suckers
You niggas keep makin’ me sneeze
Did them off of blood and I’m makin’ them bleed
You try to run and I’m brеakin’ your knees
I made ’em fall like I’m rakin’ thе leaves
You know I ball like I play for the league
I mean what I say and I say what I mean
I ain’t no joke, we ain’t makin’ no memes
If I pull up on ’em, I’m makin’ a scene
Bo-bo-bo, then I’m makin’ them scream
Straight from the bricks, I need a lick
I dreamed about it since I was a jit
Nigga, I’m lit, I cannot miss
Came from the bottom and got me a check
Bitch, I’m a threat, I gotta flex
You want the crown but don’t know what it takes
I am build different, I’m not what you think
I cannot lose, I go out with a bang
I hope you never say my name in vain
I’m with whatever, just not for no games
I know they say I changed, I cannot say the same
I bet they want me shackled and locked in the chains
I guess that’s just what happens with bad news
On my momma, I never been fragile
I’m the wrong one to fuck with, it’s taboo
Turn you niggas to R.I.P. tattoos
Still a youngin’ but feel like a OG
Can’t forget all this shit that they told me
Tired of niggas thinkin’ that they know me
You gon’ turn me back into the old me
You gon’ turn me back into a savage
I done did shit you couldn’t imagine
Leveled up and then bought me a mansion
I can never go back to a has-been

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I can never go back to the old days, no way
Back to walkin’ to work on a cold day
Back to thinkin’ my ex was my soulmate
Back to tellin’ myself, “We’ll be okay”
We’ll be okay, was survivin’ off ramen and OJ
Shorty payin’ the bills, I had no safe
I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom
Sellin’ drugs, never know when the cops come
Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us
I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars
Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas
I’m so happy them days are behind us

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I ride by different spots, I get flashbacks
I can’t get on your level, I’m past that
Watch me run that shit up, I can’t go back to nothin’, tryna get to the top of the world
My nigga went crazy, walked on his corner and seen someone fuckin’ his girl
Fuck all that spinnin’ block, that’s that lil’ boy, shit, we catch him, we rockin’ his world
I let everybody have their fun with me
Never had a woman say she done with me
I was workin’ out on the company
I keep money coming in constantly
My lil’ brodie and them be having Runtz for cheap
Tryna get it, I been on the run for weeks
I bet none of you young niggas can come for me
Both of my kids got it honestly
I’m the real deal, all the way, I don’t half-step
Gotta do better than last year, that’s my motto
Put a switch on the blick, fully auto
Put them thangs on the pain like I’m Rylo
Proud to say that I finally changed up
Why the fuck they keep bringin’ my name up? ‘Cause I’m poppin’

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Joyner Lucas]
I can never go back to the old days, no way
Back to walkin’ to work on a cold day
Back to thinkin’ my ex was my soulmate
Back to tellin’ myself, “We’ll be okay”
We’ll be okay, was survivin’ off of ramen and OJ
I was payin’ the bills, I had no safe
I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom
Sellin’ drugs, never know when the cops come
Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us
I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars
Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas
I’m so happy them days are behind us

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
I’m so happy them days are behind me
I’m so happy the paper done found me
I done keep some good niggas around me
I got rid of them niggas who doubt me
Keepin’ good energy and I’m prayed up
Tunnel vision, they never can phase us
Once you cross me, ain’t nothin’ can save you
Pull that thing out the, it’s dangerous
Bitch, I’m dangerous

SpotEmGottem & Mulatto – Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I’m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I’m outside swinging sticks, I ain’t talkin’ top golf
I been killin’ features, I’m on everythin’ like hot sauce
So don’t act like I ain’t been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show ’em, the end of the road, I ain’t into turnin’ boys to men
Walk through, there’s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don’t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain’t on shit but dick, I’m pullin’ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don’t forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin’ she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don’t eat, but to this pussy he gon’ beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin’ easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin’ everything motherfuckin’ big
I’m the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, ridin’ with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t fuck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

NAV & Lil Keed – Trains Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: NAV]
Ridin’ in the Flying Spur, look up, I’m in the air (Skrrt)
With my Slimes, everybody got toolies, we well-prepared (Well-prepared)
Man of my town, in my hood, I’m like the mayor (Like the mayor)
Boardin’ on a jet, I can barely walk up the stairs (Up the stairs)
Fuckin’ hoes, blow out her back on a Perc’
Eat me up, she treat my dick like dessert
Money and fame is a gift and a curse
People that’s closest gon’ hurt you the worst
I’m always booked, got no dates on my calendar
Livе in the states, I can send shots to Canada
Wholе squad is litty, we geeked, they can’t handle us
Puttin’ shit on stop and then pose for the camera

[Chorus: NAV & Lil Keed]
Yeah, I get bitches by the two
I fuck her one time then pass her to the Slimes (Slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic
Told my ex-girl that I’m doin’ fine (Okay)
Diamonds shinin’ bright in the dark
You ain’t gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (Bling)
Careful where you step, don’t step on my shoes
Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds
Paid a lawyer for the case
My brother got charges he can’t erase (No)
AK’s like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I’m doin’ the race (Skrrt)
My stick relevant, fifth generation, got a Glock with switch up the day
Ain’t tryna play God, but when it come to my opps, I’m choosin’ they fate (Keed, talk to ’em)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Spazz, I pull up with a hundred round cutter on the block and you niggas gon’ tell
Ya I spent ’bout one-fizzy on some chains just to say, “I wish a nigga dare”
Yeah, it’s ’bout fifty niggas stuntin’ on your block with the blicky
One of them killed
If a bitch catch me on the bel-air, buddy, I’m dunkin’ on the pussy, O’Neal
Yeah, I’m runnin’ my route, catch a bag at the stop
Yeah, they call me Odell (Slatt, ayy)
Yeah, you know we side by side, slime
Goin’ all the way there, ’bout mine
Bet that ho on my fin, that’s a Hermès
I’m shinin’, she like, “Who that with the blonde dreads?”
I’m grindin’, I know where the dough at
I’m tellin’ you, I’ll never go back
To that Porsche, yeah, I’m rockin’ a Rollie
I’m tellin’ you, I’ll never go back
High-class whips, high-class bitch, she suck my dick
Drank my spit, look at my wrist
You ain’t gon’ whack nothin’, you ain’t on Nick
I’m pressin’ you animal lovers, I’m tellin’ your OG
Better keep your dog on a leash (Woo)
I’m tellin’ these fuckin’ niggas, diamonds slippin’
We killin’ shit, go ahead and leave (Let’s go)

[Chorus: NAV]
Yeah, I get bitches by the two
I fuck her one time then pass her to the slimes (Slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic
Told my ex-girl that I’m doin’ fine (Okay)
Diamonds shinin’ bright in the dark
You ain’t gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (Bling)
Careful where you step, don’t step on my shoes
Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds
Paid a lawyer for the case
My brother got charges he can’t erase (No)
AK’s like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I’m doin’ the race (Skrrt)
My stick relevant, fifth generation, got a Glock with switch up the day
Ain’t tryna play God, but when it come to my opps, I’m choosin’ they fate

Juice WRLD – Show Me Love Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh, oh, mmm
No more codeine, hey
(Mula tell ’em fall through)

[Chorus]
Got invited to this 27 club
27 drugs, 27 plugs
Still don’t show me love
27 club, 27 club, 27 club
Got invited to the 27 club
27 drugs, 27 plugs
Still don’t show me love
In the 27 club, 19 in the 27 club, huh

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I met her in the club
Personify a drug
Molly or one
But it feel like a ton
27 club, 27 club
Still don’t get no love in the 27 club

[Verse]
Drugs getting way too strong
Money getting way too long
I’m just tryna’ write my rhymes, without writing my songs
I been getting way too high, ’cause I been feeling way too low
God keep sayin’ yes, devil keep sayin’ no
I’m still in Hell with it
OG hit a smell of it, huh
I keep inhalin’ it
So hot, I’m in Hell with it
I been getting way too high, I been feeling way too low
If she can’t match my fly, then she gotta go
I am on the road, bought that shit likе pick and roll
Ball so hard finger roll, eyes too rеd, no demon, woah
I’m lost in my mind, I’m too hypnotized
Lookin’ for me why?
[Chorus]
Got invited to this 27 club
27 drugs, 27 plugs
Still don’t show me love
27 club, 27 club, 27 club

Juice WRLD – Yeah Yeah Yeah Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Livin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m gon’ make it happen, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drippin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Do it in the latest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Hit the blunt, no passin’
Hopefully I’ll never crash the Aston
Get into it with another white bitch
She be snorting up all of the white shit
I do the purple shit in the blues
Huh, keep me from the blues
Choppa make you dance on you once or two (yeah)
Make a, make a noise
Everybody on my dick
Guess I’m doin’ something right
Codeine what I sip
Mix another Wock with the dirty Sprite
I won’t fight for shit, nah
That’s why I got a .45
And I won’t take no shit, nah
Nah, not this time
[Chorus]
Livin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m gon’ make it happen, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drippin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Do it in the latest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
Had to get this shit now ’cause it ain’t no waiting
Had to fuck the bank twice, ain’t no masturbating
I’ve been ballin’ super hard, I feel like Chamberlain
Fuck that bitch and then I’ll let her go, you know she waitin’
Fuck that bitch and then I give her back, her boyfriend hatin’
Slow my life down with them xannies bitch, I’m in a Matrix
Rolling up a blunt, this OG gas and ima face it
Keep my stick on body, (yeah)
Keep my blick on body, (yeah)
Not just anybody, (yeah)
It could be anybody, (yeah)
My lil’ gun a thottie, (yeah)
It got 20 bodies, (bodies)
I just bought a shotty, (shotty)
Got a big ol’ body, (body)
Ay, catch a body, gang, never we about
Off the molly, gang, at your bitch house
Got the whole gang at your bitch house
Did that whole thing at your bitch house, yuh
[Chorus]
Livin’ in my fashion, huh, what, yuh, yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, huh, what, huh, yeah
In the highest fashion, huh, ya dig, yeah
I’m gon’ make it happen, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drippin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, huh yuh, yeah
Do it in the latest fashion, hm, yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah

[Verse 3]
I’m back out
Got locked up for selling at the crack house
Skate up on that nigga at the black out
Mask out, fuck ’em up
Mag out, fuck ’em up
He on my phone, he ordered to fuck me up
So we had to fuck him up
Ay, G Money in the cut, counting money up
Ay, Ima take a perc to ease the pain, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ima rob her, today, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
60 through Cashapp, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Send that shit this way, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Plug pull up, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ruger’s tucked, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Shoot ’em up, shoot-shoot ’em up
Shoot-shoot the move, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah yeah yeah
If I ain’t gettin’ high bitch, I don’t care
Touch the sky, bitch
[?]
She be no fun

Young Dolph – 1 Scale Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Let the band play)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & G Herbo]
All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, ’cause I’m a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin’ hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil’ girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin’, so now I give ’em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop ’em by the pairs (It’s Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It’s Dolph)
In my city, I’m more important than the fuckin’ mayor (It’s Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It’s Dolph)
I got your bitch lookin’ for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli’ for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I’m the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I’m the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil’ nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil’ black nigga with all this fuckin’ paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean, man?
I can’t go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Bangin’ L’s, swangin’ scales (What?)
Shakin’, got residue in my nails (What?)
Started gettin’ real money, we bustin’ bales
Everybody on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high school
Had to start bringin’ my Glock, couldn’t show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the feds
Can’t talk on the phone, but he know his will
Walked out the trap with a big ol’ bag
‘Til I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
We was sinnin’ on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
But I’m sinnin’ in my head, know I’m gon’ prevail, uh
If I call her house phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)
I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I’m hot as hell
Shh, you gon’ do some time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I’m in New York with my nigga Dolph, he rockin’ wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I’m rockin’ Christian Dior with a bag full of blues, all black but it’s Prada still (Swerve)
I’m in the ‘Raq, Benihana, don’t eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably killed (Swerve)
Told lil’ bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the ‘Raq, he might come near, catch a body still (Shh)
I’ll pull up on your home in a Lam’ smokin’ out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain’t comin’ with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that’s my starter pack
Gettin’ too much money, we ain’t tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and that’s the reason we won battles
Nigga, we weren’t part-time
Got a youngin, he only send straight at you (Seen ’em)
You ain’t never heard that snake rap? (Go get ’em)
On a nigga head, then we just can’t catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just ’cause you had to?
Leanin’ up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain’t nothin’ past due
I could go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon’ do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain’t with the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin’ the bag with your fast food (Pussy)

Quando Rondo – My Life Story Lyrics

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[Intro]
(TJ produced it)
Ooh woah, oh-oh
I used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and broke the code
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin’)
Oh, yeah
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Some Guccis on, walking down the dead road, ayy

[Chorus]
I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come back for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own

[Verse 1]
Stood on my ten toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
Out in the streets, he left four children
Double the pain that I been feeling
Never understood what that shit really meant
Momma smokin’ dope, right there by [Rufus?] house, since I had grew up adopted
I rolled my bike down thirty-eighth, then met them Crips that claim harder
Popped up the road at an early age, that’s where I learned all my knowledge
Letter from my lil’ cousin Benny, sayin’ somebody killed Quahfee
2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin’
Sixteen years old, out on my own, I had to go make it happen
So I put the music to the side, Pooda introduced me to trappin’
I knew that shit, that wasn’t for me, right back to lights, camera, action
Hittin’ on the old school Pontiac, I used to rap to fat Brandon
When I ain’t have a place to go, I stayed with Tim, my lil’ cousin
Now they on my dick, who been there for me? That’s one thing I remember
Oh, you were legit from hitting licks, now you longer a member

[Chorus]
I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come back for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own

[Verse 2]
Second from first, I couldn’t accept it, out of all them things I can’t go for it
Used to OG preach like the reverend, and still ain’t got nothin’ to show for it
Got tired of seeing grandma stressin’, looking to the sky like “Why? Oh Lord”
Live by the knife, die by the Western, that’s the question from ol’ boy
Didn’t make it out, was always dancin’, I couldn’t seem to learn from they lessons
Can I chase my dream deep in the ghetto?
My uncle Tony like “Go for it”
From the way I killed that shit so thorough, Lord, please send me a blessing
Them bottom boys knew I was special from that song in my section
‘Cause where I’m from, catch a body it’s exciting, yeah
Whole lotta gang indictments, yeah
Whole lotta bullets flying, yeah
Whole lotta people dying, yeah
Whole lotta mommas crying, yeah
[?] war all about the streets
Livin’ out this all that he knows
[?] like one day we gon’ blow it
He tell me he gon’ see alright, through the fakes
I took a look back to my life, I see a dead rose

[Chorus]
Ayy, I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come back for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own

[Outro]
Oh, oh whoa
I used to call you my lil’ bro, you went and broke the code
Oh
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Rolling down in Melrose
Ayy, ayy

Lil Skies – Red & Yellow Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My car is red (My car is read)
And my diamond’s yellow
Menoh
My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo (Yeah, yeah)
Menoh

[Chorus]
My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You are not my mans, nigga, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no” (Yeah, yeah)
And my car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You are not my mans, nigga, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, flooded my wrist with ice, knockout first round like Mike
The leeches suck me dry, just like a parasite
I’m at the mountain view, they tryna reach my height
My trap phone jumpin’, I don’t need no satellite
We left the spot stankin’, we had the club jumpin’
My pockets full of money, that bitch she wanna touch it
My brother really clutchin’, he up it like it’s nothin’
Let me make a phone call, Stanley come through, get to bussin’
It ain’t no back and forth, we ain’t gon’ argue with you
If it ain’t ’bout the money, then nigga what’s the issue?
Say you want war with us, then we unloadin’ missiles
I ride or die beside my shit, I see it with a clear view
How you change on me? People lame and phony
I’ma go out like I’m Tony, nobody can come control me
Rockstar on my tomb, I be by my lonely
Zoom past, smokin’ on some OG, word to my OG (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You are not my mans, nigga, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no” (Yeah, yeah)
And my car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You are not my mans, nigga, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
We ahead in the race, I do the dash
Know these haters tryna take my place but they in last
Lil’ shorty, thick up in the waist, I’m on her ass
Never settle down for second place, I’d rather pass
Suicide moshpit, I’m in the crowd with the fans
If my brother down bad, you know I’m throwin’ him bands
He hit the trap, make it jump, with the pots and the pans
I know you rather see me broke but that’s not part of the plan
I’m a grade-A nigga, I leave you where you stand
Never mind the bullshit, I never hear what they’re sayin’
Mob ties with the fam, we ain’t shakin’ your hand
All we got, never flop, we rock out like a band
I put my team on with this, used to dream ’bout this shit
Manifest with my gift, they believe in my shit
Butterfly doors, you can’t see in this whip
Feel like Trippie Redd, this life is a trip, bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You are not my mans, nigga, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no” (Yeah, yeah)
And my car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You are not my mans, nigga, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Meek Mill – Otherside Of America Lyrics

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[Intro: Donald Trump]
What do you have to lose?
You’re living in poverty
Your schools are no good
You have no jobs
58% of your youth is unemployed
What the hell do you have to lose?

[Refrain: Meek Mill]
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

[Verse 1]
Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn)
Then I started spittin’ godly, then they said ‘record me’
I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts)
Yeah, uh
Jumped off the porch
I got a Porsche, won’t take it back
I’m on the block with the killers and holdin’ my own, of course (Yeah, check, check)
I seen my mom and dad separate, ain’t talkin’ divorce (Talkin’ divorce)
Said daddy was livin’ by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check)
I’m where the AKs is, we like the Bébé’s Kids
Ain’t have a daddy, I listened to suckas the same way that Ray Ray did
I’m totin’ Smith &’s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
Ain’t have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said
Point out the block, we spinnin’ that (Spinnin’)
Run in the spot, we gettin’ that (Get it)
Give us some work, we flippin’ that (Flippin’)
I’m hittin’ from jail, they ain’t hittin’ back
I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain’t sendin’ that
I’m in my cell like, “When I get out, I’m makin’ a movie, no Cinemax” (Woo)
Yeah, back home and I’m fresh on bail
Phone chirpin’, it was next to Tell
Block popppin’, it was extra sales
Big dogs, they ain’t showin’ remorse
I was beggin’ just to catch a sale
Same block, we was goin’ to war
I was prayin’ I ain’t catch a shell (Check)

[Chorus]
Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, “You fuckin’ the block up”
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

[Verse 2]
Reportin’ live from the other side (Yeah)
Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah)
Livin’ life, we ain’t got a care
Told my mama I ain’t dyin’ here (No)
.40 on me, I ain’t buyin’ beer (No)
Ain’t have a will, now I’m flyin’ Lear
Bunch of felons on the jet with me
Make a movie like it’s Con Air
Started off in the basement
Now it’s rooftops and LeBron there
Still fightin’ open cases
Out on bail, nigga, but it’s my year
Summertime, it get cold out
Heater on me like a Moncler
Closet bigger than my old house
Thinkin’ ’bout it, I was fine there
Came out the dirt (Dirt)
Dedicated, I was makin’ it work
Medicated, I was takin’ them Percs
Devastated when my niggas got murked
Educated, had to get to it first
I knew trappin’, it would get me in jail
Playin’ with pistols, it would get me a hearse
But I ain’t give a fuck, send me to church (Woo)
Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic)
I ain’t with none of this rap shit (Rap shit)
I’ve been tryna run from these caskets
All this pain built in me, nigga
You don’t want none of this action
Go get some money and feed your fam
‘Cause this is a fuckin’ disaster, yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, “You fuckin’ the block up”
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

[Outro: Meek Mill & Michael Smercornish]
I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express myself
And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it)
The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder
You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
Would you?
Uh, yeah, I probably would

G Herbo – Cap Guns Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oz, you’re big time

[Verse]
I was young and used to think of cap guns back when I was havin’ fun
Now I’m caught up in this rap shit, gamblin’ my life for one
Lookin’ back at shit from my past, it ain’t much I haven’t done
Tryna learn from mistakes like my last one ’cause I got a son
Started off just shootin’ baskets, then we was ditchin’ classes (Ayy)
Smokin’ gas and havin’ fistfights later turned to blastin’ (Bah)
Grew up, got immune to madness, you couldn’t even imagine
Broski ain’t get to see my mansion, I carried his casket (Damn)
Went and did time, until he got back, I carried his ratchet
I was trappin’, ain’t unwrap it, it stayed in the plastic
Tellin’ broski, “Wear a mask,” ’cause it played with his asthma (Woo)
Gage wasn’t even five foot seven, he carryin’ plasmas
Could’ve went to school in Dallas and played for the Mavericks
Instead, I adapted to Essex and stayed with the savages (Uh)
Mama said stay where I’m at, don’t come back, she ain’t havin’ it
Now when she ask for the racks, it’s five k on the average
Look at how they had us (They had us), look at all those tragedies
Hell yeah, we start trappin’ shit, look at all us raggedy
Thank my OG for havin’ me (For havin’ me)
Fried bologna when I had to eat (When I had to eat)
All of my teens, I was ridin’ the streets (I was ridin’)
Now we the richest they got over east (Ayy)
Never forgot who was laughin’ at me
Know before rap, I was strapped with the heat
Know all the niggas was clappin’ at me (Clappin’ at me)
Never told police what happened to me (What happened)
Ninety hollows when we clap at the G (Krah)
Never reply to who rappin’ to me (Uh)
Never was askin’ for drama
Just stayed in a spot where it’s that catch me lack, shit’ll squeeze
One to the back, he collapsed to his knees
Ain’t have to give him that extra fifteen (Grrah)
If I would’ve died in my prime, news would’ve said that he just was a teen
But I was a teen out doin’ some reckless things
I had a strap in my jeans
Shout out 2013 (Ayy)
That’s when I lost Kobe and Peewee (Kobe and Peewee, ayy)
I kept a Glizzy, a 23
Folks saw the opps with the 3D (Uh)
That’s my kinfolk, we ain’t GD (Uh)
My chain got rocks like BBs, Maybach seats got TVs
My C Money rose with VVS
The opp hoes know all my CDs (You know them)
The opps damn near wanna be me
Gotta go the other way when they see me
If a nigga broke, how he gon’ see me? (Pussy)
Gave niggas hope, why else they need me?
I be everywhere, probably Bahimi (Probably)
Bitches partyin’ all in bikinis
Baby, I don’t even drink martinis (Uh-uh)
Exotic pack, got a hat like a genie (Uh-huh, what?)
Smokin’ Backs for my stress, let it ease me (Ayy)
Gotta make this boss shit look easy
But you know it’s everything but easy (Everything)
Money over everything, it please me (Over everything)
Money go and everything gon’ leave me (Everything)
Where was they before my watch was freezy? (Huh?)
To get what they want, watch ’em deceive me (Watch ’em deceive me)
They don’t even know me, how they believe me? (How they believe?)
Sometimes I be thinkin’ from me to me, it be hard for somebody else bein’ me
Back and forth, tryna balance the Ms, my lovers and friends, I’m caught in a frenzy
Thinkin’ what my mama was sayin’ about all of my friends, now all of ’em dead (Damn)
Wishin’ I can call them again, do it all again, but it’s all in my head (Damn)
Was it really wrong what we did?
If we ain’t go as hard as we did, probably all’ll be dead
Lean on each other, came through for another, that’s all that we had
They don’t understand, so callin’ my lawyer again, that’s all that we said
Everywhere we stand, them people was on us for playin’ them corners again
But they don’t understand

G Herbo – OFNG Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, on fonem grave, on fonem grave (Uh)
On fonem grave (Oh, haha, hell no), on fonem grave
(On fonem, that shit is so fuckin’ funny, fool)
On fonem grave
(On fonem grave)
(On fonem grave) Yeah (On fonem grave)

[Chorus]
I lost a lot of my niggas, uh
A lot of my niggas (A lot of my niggas), uh
Pour alcohol out for my niggas, huh
You know you’ll get shot for my niggas (Bah)
Get high right now for my niggas (Get high right now)
Get money and pick up right after my niggas (Pick up right after)
When I die, I’ma take this shit with me (Shit with me)
Ran my sack up, went and got the 150
Iced out, uh (Uh)

[Interlude]
I’ma let the beat breathe, you know
You know me, man, y’all know me, same nigga
You know what I’m saying?
Had everything, lost everything
All my niggas, all this money, tips I’ve made, for nothing

[Verse 1]
Uh, I lost my bronem to gunfire
If I call ’em fonem, they one of my mine
And we woke up standin’ by sunrise (Yeah)
I seen gunfire like a hundred times
And ain’t gon’ keep sittin’ in the house lookin’ sad and sorry
I cried like a hundred times
Your pain can’t take away my pain (Uh-uh)
But we don’t give a fuck, spin a bunch of times (Skrrt)
They ain’t outside when it’s huntin’ time
Ain’t nobody outside when it’s huntin’ time
Everybody always around when it’s stuntin’ time
Get the fuck from around, pussy, you ain’t frontline
Ain’t a killer, I ain’t never killed a nigga
But you better not ever push me, I’ma only tell you one time
If you my nigga, I love you, do anything for you
But I’ma only let you cross me one time (One time)

[Interlude]
Yeah (Yeah)
That’s on fonem grave (That’s on fonem)
Real Essex, baby (Essex, baby)
I’m a project baby, uh (Project baby)
Then you hear the beat start changin’ (Yeah)
That’s my blessings rainin’ (Rainin’)
Nigga a lil’ project baby
They say I got the check, start changing (Uh)
Nigga, on fonem grave

[Verse 2]
I’m playing with a check, that’s dangerous (That’s dangerous)
This shit’ll make your homies start changin’ (This shit make your homies start changin’)
This shit turn a family to strangers (For real)
They really be family to strangers (For real)
Everybody got bills they payin’
Everybody got secrets they ain’t sayin’
Everybody fighting demons and angels
Everybody fell in love with labels (They did)
Everybody wanna go do what they do
Every baby mama work in the club (Yeah)
Ain’t no niggas puttin’ food on the table
Every woman now want her a thug (Yeah)
Then who gon’ be there to raise lil’ blood?
Wasn’t nobody there to raise lil’ Gage
Shit, he the same age lil’ cuz
Remember I ain’t give a fuck ’bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
I was bout the same age, lil’ sis (Bout’ the same age)
Mama talkin’ ’bout give her a hug (Give her a hug?)
Shit, I need somebody to show me love (Show me love)
I was out there gettin’ shot at with thugs
I ain’t had nobody tell me nothin’ (Tell me nothin’)
Seeing mansions, we came from the slums (Slum)
How the fuck she just can’t be good?
My crib way out the way, we good
But I still might just come say what’s up (What up?)
OG way out the way, she good (Good)
Take a hour to get up with her (With her)
Tryna put fonem right up (Right up)
Get a chance to show you better stuff (Uh)
Board a flight with that Beretta up (Up)
Don’t nobody else want it at all
Ain’t nobody like us (Like us, uh)
Go all the way with my niggas, what’s up?
Yeah, that’s why it ain’t no limits, what up?
Everybody under no limit, what up?
Nigga, go and get you some cheddar (Uh)
Ain’t nothing else I do better (Better)
And if you see me, you better (Better)
I’m Kobe, cap, that’s forever, uh

[Chorus]
I lost a lot of my niggas, uh
A lot of my niggas, uh
Pour alcohol out for my niggas, huh
You know you’ll get shot for my niggas
Get high right now for my niggas
Get money and pick up right after my niggas
When I die, I’ma take this shit with me
Ran my sack up, went and got the 150
Iced out
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave)
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave)
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave)
(On fonem grave, on fonem grave)

GO Lyrics and Video Song – Sunny Malton

I know something you don’t know
Red light green light all my kilas on go
Go go go… Go go go…

I know something you don’t know
Red light green light all my kilas on go
Go go go… Go go go…

I started from the bottom Why you think they show me love
I pull the plug on your plug For thinking he the plug
I got way too many opps, You won’t catch me in the club
I’m a all-star baby but I carry me a anub

Let it fly at any minute Why you think I call it zion
That might be your chick But my di*k is what she be on

Call of duty vision. I be shooting like a recon
I go dumb on these beats
But don’t compare me to these retards

God damn it baby I got money in my flesh
If I’m going for the bag 6 figures nothing less
They say love is in the air so you know I hold my breath
If I’m praying for my enemies in praying fo their death

I seen that movie joker Y’all could play that role
Life ain’t no poker I ain’t finna fold

Red light green light all my kilas on go
I seen a bunch of homies switch without a pick and roll

Don’t compare me to these rappers that be raping in Punjabi
Motherfu*ker a lultaan cause that homies a punani
He looking like a gandhi this looking like a homie
Never been crowd surfing but I’m bout to catch a body

I’m gunnin like the raptors homie you don’t know me
He claim to be a ‘OG’ but I don’t know b

I drink a 24 you getting 8 like kobe
Fuck a old face app he already looks like he 40
How you talking shit but you living out in moose jaw
2 to his grill leave him with a loose jaw

I ain’t finna shoot y’all this is what I do dog
Grag through queens you a bitch like ru paul
What’s you think his mask for this is what’s you ask for
Why you talking shit man, you barely got a passport

Pull up to your block skirt looking like the task force
I’m shooting like a militant you leaving in a black hearse
Og pumping your chest you ain’y breathing dog
Fu*k a pr he gon’ give you cpr

You was talking about my fam I can’t disregard
But I’m nice guy so we ain’t getting family involved
How you tryna diss me, talking about my hight
I could talk about your weight but I don’t talk about what’s light

You a nobody puss* I can’t talk about your life
When I see you triple w, just know that it’s on-site
I’m swinging like I’m Rambo motherfu*ker push your melon in
It must be Halloween they got me beefing with a skeleton

I fight 1 on 1 I never rush like adrenaline
You slim and you shady but puss* you ain’t Eminem
Who the fu*k you better than, stupid I’m a visionary
You gon’ need a motherfu*ker tutor and a dictionary

How you come up short every year just like you February
Pop a bullet in your jeans like that shit heredity

I’m at the top that’s why he envy me
Most vehla panch*d you the mvp
Fu*k your geet you just cheat on your mp3
Gandhi paar taan vadhala before you come for me

I know something you don’t know
Red light green light all my kilas on go
Go go go… Go go go…

Wiz Khalifa – Bammer Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Okay
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit (Okay), it’s TGOD

[Verse 1]
Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’
Bitch, get high, come and live this life
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife
Make her roll this joint, when she get inside
You be home on your own but your friends ain’t shy
Bust down Rollie, make my wrist hit bright
You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe
Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight
Good day time, you a freak at night
Hoes get mad, better keep that vibe
When you live like me, you don’t see that price
Want that bag, don’t need likes
OG swag, don’t need stripes
Only gas, that’s only right
Smokin’ tree, my only vice

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed (Okay)
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

[Verse 2]
Don’t give me no bammer joint
If it’s in my bag, know the grass on point
Only real ones roll big doinks
Kinda into her friend, if she, she can join
Rolled up when she heard my voice
She comin’ with me, she ain’t got no choice
Six Dússe, no Rolls Royce
Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche
Only hit one time, she callin’
No NBA team, we ballin’
Don’t take ’em on trips, don’t spoil ’em
New that, new this, need all ’em
New whip, new paint like Rodman
No brake, straight gas, you stallin’
Don’t take no brakes, I’m doubtin’
See me, big smoke like fireman

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

Marlo – Paid Off Lyrics

[Intro]
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it
I swear everyday I do it all again (I will)
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it (beast mode)
Yeah, Marlo

[Verse 1]
The streets done made me a monster
I ain’t get nothin but pain from ’em
I swear that I’ll do it all again (I will)
And my brother became my best friend ’til the end
And I’m on the block with the OG’s drinkin’ gin
Done lost my dog, it hurt a nigga within (thug)
They say the good die young, well CJ I know you f**kin’ win (CJ)
And I was on shiver with the J’s and the big pistol and the bomb
And I’m still on that run up nigga get done up (done up)
When niggas say they want beef, nigga get guns up (gun up)
How the f**k you beef with no money, you don’t bruh (haha)
And the westside niggas glad that I came up (came up)
Had to stay down with the Marlo and they ain’t change up
Switched the game then I came up and it was dangerous
Made a million dollars nigga, stacking paper (paper)
And I tell them hater niggas f**k you later (f**k ’em)

[Chorus]
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Verse 2]
I was on Water Street selling two five for ahk (ahk)
Then I turned around and hit a big lick with Doc
I told ahk he gotta come in on that block (block)
Then I put my lil brother n’ them on the clock
How the f**k you think I made Set Up Shop?
Moved them bricks and then I popped (popped)
And them long days and them long nights, shit was hard (hard)
Standin’ in the cut nigga with all my boys (my boys)
Shit was real in the field, I watched lil Kim get killed
And then Quay had got shot and nigga know that this shit was real
f**k it is what it is
Bet that shit won’t happen no more
I’m pullin’ up, hanging out the side door (pop pop)
MDC what I ride for, ’bout PFK I’m dying bro
And long live Net, what he died for (died)
We posted in the kitchen in the 9th Ward
And f**k bein’ broke, them my words (yeah)
We was flipping them chickens, them my birds (them chickens)

[Chorus]
Them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Outro]
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’

Keenan The First – Black People Never Die Lyrics

One time for my city, St. Paul
One time for my fans, uh yeah
One time for my
One time, one time for
Yeah, Unh

A middle finger in my face
Learn to bend and never break
If it’s starve or eat the bait
I’m probably dying either way
So tell my momma she did great, yeah
Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
Triggers only kill us
We don’t die, like there’s blanks in it, yeah
Looked at me like I’m inferior
I’m black skin gold interior
Your only motives are ulterior
They ain’t getting me with that
I went to college that’s the caveat
I know the powers of a Basquiat
I know the police are a mafia
But they ain’t spooking me wit that (Ugh)
Paying fees and a tax (Ugh)
It’s a stock market crash (Ugh)
It’s a salarized cap (Ugh)
A communication gap (Yeah)
Separation from the pack (Ugh)
Laying blankets over facts (Ugh)
We’re sedated by the crack (Ugh)
Miseducated bout the past (Ugh)

Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
Blowing tree cuz our OG’s used to hang in it (Yeah)

My last name is not mine (Ugh)
I don’t know my bloodline (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? (Ugh)
Just a credit card declined? (Ugh)
Just a loan that declined?
Just a job I can’t find?
Just the back of your minds?
Just the face of your crimes?
At the pace of your time
Negotiating my rights
While I’m paying my price
Got these veins full of ice
Black folks never die
And I put that on my life (Yeah!)

Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
When my coffin filled
You ain’t gotta spill drank in it.. no