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2 Chainz – Statute of Limitations Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz & Lil Yachty]
Statute of limitations
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I ain’t made a play since 2011
Can I talk my shit now?
Gotta talk my shit
I put in the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit

[Verse 1]
McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
Had a half a ticket ‘fore I met with Def Jam
Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
No Wolverine here
Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
And Weezy gon’ buy everything except a brick
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
You ain’t runnin’ shit

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Verse 2]
You won’t meet a girl that say that she left me
I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
Testing, testing, God gon’ protect me
Went to Pristine, IV gon’ protect me
Ask Steph Jack about the pack
Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat’
Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat’
I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Outro]
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh mmh
Have the legal petrol now, though
You dig?
87, 89, and 93
Gas

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BADBADNOTGOOD – Hyssop Of Love (feat. Mick Jenkins) lyrics

[Intro]
Wolves in disguise
How you supposed to see ’em with the wool in your eyes?
Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised
They ain’t never loved me, it’s bullshit and lies
Won’t you recognize
All the real gold gets stole by design
That shit in your mind
Off a nigga head for these nickels and these dimes
Niggas ticking with the times
Getting crippled up by the crimes
Niggas say he over weight

[Bridge]
I heard your plug was dry
I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
I might be your guy
No this ain’t no weed, different type of high
Got it for the free

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Never needed no dollars to prove worth
Or a slap in the face, before I could move first
On a nigga these days you lose worse when you slipping
We came the truth, purged in the hyssop of love
These niggas talk bread, but they missing the blood
Like they crippin’ much like Krillin how they disk could destruct
Rebuild in the ashes, cashes
With the training underwater with the passion, traction
Started gaining some muscle
Lemme tell you it actually started raining at shows
Wasn’t moving no Os
But it’s a symbol of hustle
Spreading love is an intricate puzzle
And hate’ll have you strung out and addicted to struggle

[Hook]
I’m on this love as of late
Smoking bud
Praying to the one above
I been thinking ’bout his love as of late
Like a drug, you won’t ever get enough
I’ve been feeling like the plug as of late
And I ain’t saying it’s the same kind of high
If you trying to feel good
And you looking for a pusher that’ll push
That feeling then I’m that guy

[Bridge]
I heard your plug was dry
I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
I might be your guy
No this ain’t no weed, different type of high

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
And this flow is clearly inspired by the love below the TV
Sade coming out my mama speaker box
I know she see me vibin’
We would speak about the way
The world would try to keep me silent
Keep me vibing
Claim to keep the peace
And then assassinate the peace makers
We puff peace pipes
And anticipate
No you can’t get security blankets where we from
Niggas have tasted money pussy and prison
But never had freedom a day in his life
I think that I remember
Probably tastes like kindred
If it’s sweet I’m in my stride
It’s mid December in these fucking walking boots
In a, John Hancock
Cause everything the South Side constitutes is lateral
But we in a different longitude
So we never arrive at the same point
Trees stay in the truth
So I ain’t never smoked the same joint twice

[Hook]
I’m on this love as of late
Smoking bud
Praying to the one above
I been thinking ’bout this love as of late
Like a drug, you won’t ever get enough
I’ve been feeling like a plug as of late
And I ain’t saying it’s the same kind of high
If you trying to feel good
And you need a pusher that’ll push
That feeling then I’m that guy

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Mick Jenkins – A Layover

[Verse]
Yeah
Find a plug we in town for the night
5 am flight, despite
We make them bring an ounce
Hotel trying to kick us out
‘Cuz the flower tend to bring the noise
Silver spoon, I don’t need no clout
I just let that nigga hit the joint
Took my last drag, you can have it back
{cough}
Hop in the Uber, I’m in customs in 30
They held me back, I had a water in my bag, its just a habit, brah
Won’t you let me through this motherfucka
5 flights this week, I do this motherfucka
First class, got ’em looking like, "Who this motherfucka?"
I lightly say drummer before rapper
I like to say writer before both
They won’t give me my respect
Its more smoke they request
It must be
Covertly concealed and stuffed deep
Pack in my napshack, she think I"m musty
Told my girl, she think I’m lucky
I’m overseas in alternative traps
While these niggas quote alternative facts
I rarely watch the news
Still watching niggas like a fucking hawk
They judging my steps they don’t know my walk
Hopscotch ain’t the only chalk we seen on South Side pavements
Outline resemble Keith Haring’s imagination
I’m off of Cottage Grove and we just landed out in Charles de Gaulle
The driver hit me with the "enchante"
I think he know we eating good like them small ass plates
If it sound like hate, don’t bring it my way
We 7 hours ahead, nigga all y’all late
How you have the mask on nigga all y’all fake
The driver hit me with the "enchante"
I think he know we eating good like them small ass plates
If it sound like hate, don’t bring it my way
We 7 hours ahead, nigga all y’all late
We 7 hours ahead, nigga all y’all late