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Skooly – Vicarious Moments Lyrics

My partner say he doin’ bad
They took like thirty-two bags
I’m doin’ verses for cash
I know you lurk on the gram
My partner be lurking on land
My brother was servin’ them yams
He whipped that shit with his hand
Think he got killed by his man, damn
Think I just had a lil moment
Ah yeah, think I just had a lil moment
Oh, think I just had a lil moment
Oh oh oh, think I just had a lil moment
Ah, let me breathe
Still goin’ through the same shit
Still movin’ on the lane switch
Niggas switchin’ on some lame shit
Bitches want me on some gang shit
Brother had a lot of dope money
That’s a whole lot of chains bitch
Don’t you ever ever claim rich
Boy I grew up kind of famous
On the block with a Glock
Better watch for your watch
They’ll take off with your chain, shit
That’s a whole lot of gang shit
I miss you Ball
I’m hurtin’ inside (Bankroll)
Jimmy gone, Jimmy died
I done forgot how to cry
Why did Ayman have to die? What could be worser than last? Had to live my life without no trust, these niggas chase
Break, break, break, break down
Had to live my life without no trust, these niggas chase
Yeah, look, okay
Tryna live my life without no trust, these niggas chase
Shit wasn’t goin’ right, but all my life I had to fake
Prayin’ for that night, I want the night I change my life
Yeah, want that night I change my life, yeah
Shit was goin’ bad, had to do somethin’ about it
Bitches goin’ left, I’m glad I f**ked ’em and got out it
You niggas the turn up, hell nah I ain’t vouchin’
Nah, I ain’t vouchin’
My brother told me whip, he brought the whip into the city
Brought it in the crib, he started whippin’ in the kitchen, yeah
If you wasn’t really with me, I can’t vouch it but I know
My brother put dope in them couches, yeah
My mama wanted that shit out, yeah, yeah
My mama almost tossed it out, yeah, yeah
It’s a hundred thousand dollars my brother put inside the house and you was finna throw it out, yeah
Shit, I mean, a hundred f**kin’ thousand worth of drugs and you was finna throw it out
Woo, goddamn, that’s some shit
A hundred thousand dollars worth of drugs, you was finna throw it in the mud
In the mud, in the mud, yeah
How I got into drugs, my brother really thug
Yeah, then he died, then I cried, now I got nothin’ to hold me up
Hold me up, hold me up, hold me up, hold me up
Now I got no one to pour me up, pour me up, pour me up
I wish I could talk to him, pour me up
Come down and pour me up, pour me up, pour me up
Come down and roll one up, roll one up, roll one up
Come down and pour me up, pour me up, pour me up
Hold it down, come down and hold me up
You gotta hold me up (shit)
I’m talkin’ ’bout this shit bad, you dig what I’m sayin’
Jim I miss the f**k out you dog, damn
Shit be crazy, I’m talkin’ ’bout
Roll like two backwoods or somethin’
Might just sip ’em all by myself and I just talk to Jimmy
Even though he ain’t here
Shit weird but it’s the only way I can goddamn stop from crying inside
Think about it like that
Think about Bankroll every day
Shit crazy
I’m coming right off the glass
I’m coming right out the bags
I had to live with the wrong
I had to work with the bad
I’m treating first like it’s last
Had to be first on they ass
What could be worser than last? Why did Ayman have to ride? Couldn’t look in Kristy eyes
Couldn’t look in Kristy eyes
I’m still goin’ official
Rockie you know that I miss you
I’m still alone when I’m smoking
Ain’t forgot about you Smokie
Still sippin’, gettin’ loaded
Still trippin’ ’bout the homie
Troup died, I was broken
On some neighborhood rollin’
I’m so damn unfocused
I lost a lot of focus
Had me damn near hopeless
I lost a lot of hope
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Not a lot of jokes
Can’t take a damn thing from me
I hurt a lot of folks
Listen, I cannot lie to folks
Better pick your side, you probably die with both
You can’t pick your fights, better not miss your time
If you risk your life, represent your side
Represent your guys, you don’t get no sign
You gon’ miss your guys, you gon’ miss those times
Shit, all ’bout my dawg (Bankroll gone too, Shawty Lo gone too)
All ’bout dawg (Bankroll gon’ too)
I miss my dawg
I miss my dawg
I’m comin’ straight off the block
I’m comin’ straight for the top
My motivation was guap
Much hesitation with cop
Don’t need no further assist
Don’t mean to burden you niggas
You tryna live in a room
I’m sippin’ syrup in the kitchen
Woah bitch be worrying a nigga
I had to hurry to go get it
I had to hurry to go get it
Shit wasn’t workin’ for nigga
These bitches be working these niggas
These bitches be settin’ these niggas
Ever since I lost my man to a damn bag
If it ain’t about a bag I ain’t gonna say it
I ain’t gonna say it
I ain’t gonna say it
All ’bout dawg
All ’bout dawg
I miss my dawg
Lost my man ’bout a bag
I can’t go out sad
Had to go out sad
I can’t go
’bout a bag
On my man
I can’t go out sad
I done lost my man
Shit, I done lost my man
Got my memory boy
How I lost my mans

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Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

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Saba – Nice For What Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Big Freedia]
I wanna know who mothafuckin’ representin’ in here tonight
Hold on, hold on

[Pre-Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
I keep lettin’ you back in (you back in)
How can I, explain myself?

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Drake]
Care for me, care for me, you said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me, said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me, you said you’d die for me (Murda on the beat)

[Verse: Saba]
I’m about to change my lines tell ’em adios
Pivot gang down for life, Shawty Lo
Aye, run this shit untill I get a charlie horse
Aye, fe fe on the block she look like mardi gras
Aye, married to this shit I mean that’s common law
Kinda raw plus I got that soul like a commodore
Aye, commandeer I’m about to take this shit back
Aye, at yo’ head you ’bout to get yo’ head snatched
Aye, what they do for cash look like fear factor
Aye, but I ride ’round ’em surround ’em like I’m Cleopatra
Rack it up, rack it up I just got paid at the show this shit addin’ up
Thinking of packin’ up
Like I could retire right now and they had enough
I had my managers, I tell ’em we should go U.S. to Canada
They hit me back like ‘Saba consider’ but then they calendar
Shout out the el illest
Shout out the critics who wait for the beat to drop
Shout out TheNeedleDrop
Don’t care what you writin’ ‘cuz I know that we on top
If that show up, then how he up when you ain’t up?
My dirty vans, I just clocked in I’m on this work
I panoramic, see the bigger picture first
I Ray J in the booth, because I hit it first
Just did another right now records give us merch
Boy, all I drop is classics in my city merch
Can’t lie, I’m pretty public for an introvert
Didn’t cry, I’m right back to it if it didn’t work
And I, look like I serve the block
I know you heard the todd
The greatest, I soon to occur to ya
We never heard of ya
Murda on the beat but I’m not a murderer
I’m who you learn about
History repeat and I feel it’s like so many me’s
Niggas talking we hear bits and piece
And it look like dinner, it’s a feast
Middle finger to the CPD
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they free
I don’t wanna kick it in the street
They can catch a boot like Tennessee
Tell ’em paid in full like Eric B
And I’m telling you to care for me

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Smino – Amphetamine lyrics

(feat. Jean Deaux, Bari Allen & Noname)

[Part I: Amphetamine]

[Chorus]
Moonlight disrupt the day
Been like this every night
Walking in stumbling
Fucked up some bread today
Though I said no no this time
Cycles on cycles
It’s like an amphetamine
How it marinate on my mind
Stuck on me, yah
Got no doubt I’ll be alright
If I just make it through the night

[Verse 1]
Pass me the amphetamine
Right now can’t focus on anything
Why they take lil bro instead of me?
I hurt when you hurt, we was siamese
Nigga was seventeen, when I found out what that cheddar mean
Rats’ll bite holes through the wall to get close
Watch for their trail, man they always be close
Back-a-wood rolla, really a smoker
This louder than when you drive on the shoulder
Stomp on the gas ’til I’m blowin’ the motor
Can’t ‘ford to sit with my thoughts or it’s over
Really but luckily, I got a real one, she fuck wit me
Shawty, she yellow, yeah keep me on my toes, stay mellow
She deserve a fucking ring

[Bridge]
I’m off the sedatives
Amphetamine
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed
Sedatives
Amphetamine
Sedatives
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed

[Chorus]
Moonlight disrupt the day
Been like this every night
Walking in stumbling
Fucked up some bread today
Though I said no no this time
Cycles on cycles
It’s like an amphetamine
How it marinate on my mind
Stuck on me, yah
Got no doubt I’ll be alright
If I just make it through the night
Moonlight disrupt the day
Been like this every night
Walking in stumbling
Fucked up some bread today
Though I said no no this time
Cycles on cycles
It’s like an amphetamine
How it marinate on my mind
Stuck on me, yah
Got no doubt I’ll be alright
If I just make it through the night

[Bridge]
I’m off the sedatives
Amphetamine
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed
Sedatives
Amphetamine
I don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m headed
No

[Part II: Krash Kourse]

[Intro]
God damn, [?]
Swn, swn, swn, swn, swn

[Verse: Smino]
Ay
Krash kourse into the world
This insular world
The culture vultures flock in every sense of the word
My nose can sniff the shit out but I’m never deterred
Never be scurred, scored through the downs, first and third
Grandaddy spittin, ain’t nothing new bout the system
‘Cause how they do me they did him
Appropriating the fellas
Sucking the fruit from my elders
Don’t give a Chuck bout no Berry
They rather listen to Elvis
Woah, mama
And these kids know better, uh
I’m grand like abuela, uh
More hands than Coachella, uh
Lil hoe it’s whatever, uh
Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila
B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce
No niggas jammed off the reggie
Free all my dogs, fuck Kruella
Nigga need cream, vanilla, ele-vate
Coconut Beamer, oiled up, switching lanes
Chocolate interior, that’s a belly ache

[Chorus: Bari]
I done went Murda Mike, on the may-a-ooo, uh
She on the payroll, he on the payroll
I want queso, I want the caseload
She do what I say so, now
She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo
Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo
Back when I was broke I had to pour that Bacardi slow
Now I’m on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh
I used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I’m thinking bout when it was me and you, baby
Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I think of me and you

[Verse: Jean Deaux]
I don’t know what’s better, I won’t say what’s worse
Pen is like a needle when I bleed these words
I could make a blessing if I spit this verse
That’s why I be retching ’til I rid my curse
Black it be the sweetest
Secrecy up in the frequencies
That’s why you feel the need
To look at me like I’m a deity
Duality is key, you see
That I’m seein’ you seein’ me
So now we seeing equally
Needlessly to say
I hate that we’re meeting this way
Feel like I packed up to go
‘Bout a week ago
I don’t know
If I switch my flow I might tap into the pinnacles
I’m sellin’ syllables, I’m losing principles
Lurkin’, searching for miracles
Hurtin’ workmen, curtain closed
Earn a million dollars just to owe it to some imbeciles
If they tell me no, I be dumb, all I hear is go
Crossfire coming but I’m pigeon-toed, winter froze

[Chorus: Bari]
I done went Murda Mike, on the may-a-ooo, uh
She on the payroll, he on the payroll
I want queso, I want the caseload
She do what I say so, now
She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo
Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo
Back when I was broke I had to pour that Bacardi slow
Now I’m on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh
I used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I’m thinking bout when it was me and you, baby
Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby
Now I think of me and you

[Bridge: Smino]
Cunning linguistics
Punishing puns
Pumping the petro, gas in my lungs
Loving the low times, higher than a mug
Up in the cabinet
Imagine a baby reaching his hands up to grab it
A pipe done busted in heaven
And got to leaking out blessings
Reaching my hands up to grab it
Re’in my bands up
Uh, uh

[Verse: Noname]
Sunny metropolis, overzealous as telefone
Telefone a new continent, maybe rode me a rocketship
Copper all on my dash, and he ticket that lady optimist
Said I’m moving too fast, slow down, slow down
Opened up for Lauryn Hill, woah now, woah now
Woah now
Everything is everything and the object steady mystified
My allegories underneath the rock will only fear resides
I bet I’m gon’ find it, I know I’m gon’ find it
Happiness, bank account, white accountant
I found the fountain
I was born in all black, how could God denounce this?
I told Him, ‘Give me my money, I need my money now’
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are
I know you gifted me the gift of gab and simile
And simpleness, the solitude is loneliness
Been good to me
I told them, ‘Give me my happy, I need my holy now’
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are
Thank you Jesus, whoever you are

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Gucci Mane – Work in Progress (Intro) Lyrics

[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Hah
It’s Gucci
Hah

[Verse]
I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor
And we couldn’t pay the rent so it’s a notice on the door
The neighbors been noticed so what I’ma front for?
Using pennies for the bus like what I’ma stunt for?
Mama workin’ like a dog but we still broke
We lighting candles in the house ’cause the lights off
The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out
Bought me a Chevy, got a grill, now I’m gold-mouthed
I lost my daddy last year, I couldn’t even cry
‘Cause it’s so hard to shed a tear, he didn’t even try
The only person in the world I could fully trust
Was my older brother Vic, that’s just how it was
Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk
I miss that girl Beasley, she was a real one
I had an artist that I treated like my own son
Gave him the shirt off my back and my own gun
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, Mister Don Don
It’s been rainin’ so long, when the sun comin’?
I’m drop top but put the top up when the storm comin’
Sometimes I think about my past, it make me start tripping
I was gifted with a talent that was god-given
But I was so hard-headed I would not listen
Sometimes I sit and I reflect about that cold prison
And doin’ pull-ups with a nigga got a life sentence
They gave my nigga Grant life, he only gained on me
Five years later, how we in the same room?
You go to jail, that’s when you see who really love you
I don’t think nobody love me like my auntie Jean do
R.I.P my auntie Jean and uncle Goat too
How you gon’ judge me? you don’t know what I been through
I think these killers need a hug, I need a hug too
You send a slug, I send a slug, you know how thugs do
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through

[Outro]
Wop
Hah
Woo

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IDK – Pizza Shop (feat. Yung Gleesh)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me"
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

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IDK – Pizza Shop Extended (feat. Yung Gleesh, Doom & Del The Funky Homosapien)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

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Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive

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Ace Hood – Married To The Game letras

Rip Shawty Lo

[Verse]
I did this for my niggas, for my son and my lil daughter
Wishing everyday that someone bring me back my grandma
Sick of all this bullshit I’m sick of this drama
And I dont want to impose or drop you off with all my problems
And they tell me hold my head and they tell me to be strong
In a room full of my people but I still feel so alone
And they tell me to keep on, my eyes are on the throne
Just hope you ain’t the one who hides his hands but throw the stones
I gotta get back in my zone, I gotta rewrite all my wrongs
I gotta show all these niggas who sleeping the reason that I am the chosen
Fuck it I’m back on my god flow, I do this shit with my eyes closed
I got the I got the god glow, I keep the stick in the console
Throw the crosses on my dashboard, many nights I wanna fast forward
Fresh stamps on my passport, all I’m thinking bout is thank you lord
These niggas wanna hold me, these niggas can’t control me
These niggas wasn’t raised right how you call a lame nigga OG
Had a visionary since 14 young nigga with a big dream
Hit the scene I was 18 with the cash flow niggas all know
Spitting all this real shit, record labels gotta deal with it
Underrated is an understatement all these haters coming out the pool pit
I’m the guy with the big smile cause I know I got a full clip
And I know long as God with me I can strive reaching at a higher temp
I’m a fly guy nigga why lie but the truth hurts but the pain heals
Long has a nigga got WiFi we can puff past on they dawg ass
Ladies love me like I’m LL, chocolate sunday on the hashtag
Niggas doing shit half assed, glad put them in a trashbag
Where the money? Where the money bags? Straight to it got a sun pass
Bae calling for the D
Know I got a couple though like the honey badge’
I’m in Arizona like the Cardinals
Beat the odds like I’m Harpo
Niggas claim they got this and that but know its tough to see it like it’s Waldo
Rip my homie Shawty Lo legendary up in Bankhead
Praying everyday my people safe and every other day another murder case
Black man gotta dig a grave they just let the cops get away
Damn shame but the time change nowadays niggas shoot back
Feel like I’m living in combat
Feel like I’m living in combat
We just asking where the love at, nigga
Breathe

[Outro]
(dj esco, ET)
We must say a prayer for our people (esco terrestrial)
Just fighting to be equal
Preach preach preach preach
Amen

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Joe Budden – Freestyle

Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi’s on deck pay attention
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He’s hot headed, he’ll leave you as masses on fire
I’m the ghost rider that’ll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he’s a dope writer
If you had it written don’t you tell me that you spittin’
Imma say you bullshittin’ and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin’
Yeah, I’m 41 but you ain’t got to act dumb nigga
I ain’t got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin’ work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don’t always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don’t
Let’s lock ’em up, just slaughter ’em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils’ land when I want to war knockin’ ‘I Pray’
Could kill MC’s for like 5 days
I’m talkin’ Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump ’em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill ’em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

Verse 2: Joe Budden

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain’t Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe’s ear
So the venom is caged, I’m underpaid
I can only give ’em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it’s something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling
Got football numbers when the squad was pinched
Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went
Listen, the fame you can keep
Some niggas became sheep
But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech
All I hear is niggas talkin’ bout Game and Meek
I’m in the crib thinkin’ this entire game is meek
This shit has changed Ghost
They lowered the understanding
Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion
But you and ‘Kiss told me we gon’ make it
Say whatever you want about him he don’t fake it
You rarely see me out, I don’t be most places
In bars it’s still shit that real G’s hold sacred, yeah
That’s probably why they adore me though
Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo