Tag: OG

Lalalalala
Ladadalala…

Hey baby, wont you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me pretty please
Oh baby, baby won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes,
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind

Cook your breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook your chicken soup Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes, (uhhh)
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

I’m number one, original, the OG
Forever me say two,…?…
Together me say three, call me your main bae
Cause baby I’m your ruka and your hainna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass The Dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

(Outro)
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell those bitches to go home

Lalalalala
Ladadalala…

Hey baby, wont you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me pretty please
Oh baby, baby won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes,
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

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(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind

Cook your breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook your chicken soup Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes, (uhhh)
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

I’m number one, original, the OG
Forever me say two,…?…
Together me say three, call me your main bae
Cause baby I’m your ruka and your hainna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass The Dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

(Outro)
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell those bitches to go home

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Woah, huh, yuh, ayy, ayy
Ayy I got a song with OG, rich
Got a song with Juicy J, ayy, ayy, ayy
Haha! Uh

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Ayy, ho
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It’s show time, no Apollo
My .44 fillin’ up with hollows
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our ho
I swerve that bitch like a pothole
Me and Paul stuff hoes in the Tahoe
I ain’t ever stuff shit up my nose
Your bitch at the show, come in my clothes
Borrow that ho, give her back tomorrow
When it’s show time, I show out
Let ’em in, fuck ’em all, kick ’em all out
Me and Big Trees hold that block down
Put the word in, get a nigga knocked down
Show out, get knocked out
I got this shit on lockdown
That’s your hood? This my town
I’m up, yeah, bitch, I’m back down

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Ayy, uh, uh

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I got these ballers, yes I got these ballers
My dick touch her lip and that bitch just stutter
I’m not a prototype, I’m not a prototype
I am original, I’m the original
I took the chopper in half, that’s a sawed-off
I put the piece on the beam, mothafucka
Don’t relax, don’t want the beast, mothafucka
Carnivore, I want the beef, mothafucka
Wind it up, forehead in paint
Bet you I’m right in the paint
These fuckboys sick in the brain
Yuh, what, I put my dick in her face
She suck the tip, not the base
She suck the tip, not the base

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I’m triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Standin’ on the corner and stuntin’
That look like I payed like a million for
Blowin’ the money I heard that they askin’ around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon’ get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin’ like “what is his neck worth?”
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won’t f*ck unless you cut a check first

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain’t gotta sell it, but he say the n*gger a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D’ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga ‘fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now its just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to f*ck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

You bitches ain’t stupid, you bitches ain’t stupid
You bitches ain’t stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it’s worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain’t even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?

Still on top, pretty bitch gang
Pussy still tight, pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the n*gger then I dip on him

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

[Verse 1]
All the young folk talkin’ ‘bout turnin’ up
They ain’t even been nowhere, don’t really know what’s up
Don’t get it twisted, this is not a diss song (Diss song)
No, it’s just a real song
All you old heads always got something to say
Yeah, I respect the game, but OG, you had your day
(Yeah, you had your day)
I’m just trying to figure mine out (Mine out)
So sometimes I gotta ride out
Do what works for me, I don’t always know what it is
Sometimes it’s hard to see
I can’t tell whether I’m headed for hell or Heaven
Oh well, guess we just gon’ have to wait and see
Either way it’s up to me, so
All I know is that I’m part of a generation
Making up for some past mistakes and
Yeah, I know we may not be the best role models
But real life’s a hard pill to swallow
So that’s why we…

[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor

When your moonshines hit the sunrise
While you were trying to good night’s…sleep
Insomnia got you up, thinking ‘bout all them thoughts and they addin’ up

[Verse 2]
I won’t complain, but I can say that I’ve been better
Life’s a bitch but I loved her since the day I met her
We got more issues than I care to mention
(Yeah, that I care to mention)
Think we need an intervention (Yeah)
Dark shades and aspirins (I need some aspirins)
Crossroads and dead ends
You don’t always know how it’s gon’ turn out (Turn out)
Gotta be smart about it or you could burn out
It’s finna change, here we go again (Here we go again)
So toast to the world we in
Yeah, might be a little hard today
But tomorrow, we gon’ still be here and we gon’ be…

[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor

Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like hard liquor

Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like…

[Intro]
No outdoor on the indo
When my seat rise I be real low
We gon’ go far, we gon’ go far
But [?]
No outdoor on the indo
When my seat rise I be real low
We gon’ go far, we gon’ go far
Yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get you high as your window seat (yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Uh, go, step, woah, down, go, step
Real niggas gonna eat no need to compete, no
She rolling up her cream seeds, TLC with the cream, woah
Backdrop, pretty bitches when I mob
Only sweets, no we don’t do [?]
Tell the maintenance I got OG in my zip
Got my whole team and we all gon’ take a hit, lit
Come to [?] with me
Take it past the bar with me
Smoking gas with you
Puff, pass, and laugh with you
Got hundreds on me now, fresh and want your place then they come around
They didn’t hold me down, I don’t see a face, I don’t know them now
Get freaky, freaky, word
They ain’t speaking, but I know they peep me, word
I still tap in a check to [?], word
Lil’ mamacita, [?] can’t defeat me and I get her—

[Chorus]
High as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge]
She asked me if I’m high right now
I told her, "yeah"
She said can she come by right now
I told her, "yeah, ha, yeah"

[Verse 2]
Everybody talk dumb ’till you see ’em in public
And everybody wanna work ’till you mention a budget
But me and you, we work effortlessly and I love it
But you don’t wanna fall back in love, so let’s get the subject
See you, you got squad goals
And I got [?] goals
Some people don’t know how to love you, that’s just how it goes
Gotta accept that, smoke one, don’t stress that
My phone stay going crazy, I never text back
Writing to myself, well really, wait no, really
See you say you love these songs cause you still hear the real me
How I went through all this BS and I’m still me
I just hope it don’t kill me
Look here, I’ll get you—

[Chorus]
High as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel your vibe, feel your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get you high as your window seat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love your vibe and your energy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
The last lights

[Intro: Snoop Dogg + October London]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution will be televised
The revolution
Just Blaze
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This is serious business
Dududududu

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
(Yes)
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Sitting back watching, but I’m so unstable
I been an OG since I was rockin’ in the cradle
Y’all don’t know that my bite is so fatal
Kick a fool down like the homie with the 8-0
Ayy though, nigga don’t play though
With the ‘K though, like the spray though
Sculpted left hand full of clay dough
Split him in the middle cut him up like a potato
Oh, leave ’em on the sideline, bleeding cause he tried mine
We loot ’til the boot out
Me and my brother, we was caught up in a shootout
Had to handle, pigs on a nigga, four days
Eight laws of power, eighty-five ways
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
This ain’t the local pass cash with the bra fast views
This shit will be viewed on your broadcast news
Why did I do it? My momma is on the call
Shot three lil pigs and now my back against the wall
Nowhere to turn and nowhere to go
My blood is burnin’ I’m about to blow
Huey, Malcolm and Martin, those are my peers
They been doin’ niggas like this for over hundreds of years
Poppin’ us, fear, now it’s time for us to clap back
But this time we gon’ bust, step the fuck back
We ain’t runnin’, we shootin’ and lookin’ forward
Anybody, somebody, everybody on the floor
They just surrounded my place
Hold the court in the streets so I can win my case
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Bridge October London]
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Will be televised
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Oh, la-la-la-la-da-da-da

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh, na, na, na, na, na
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Two

Yeah I keep 2
Two of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I just blew some change and walked in like boss with all my chains
Seen my diamonds dancing now she wanna kick s**t like Liu Kang
I just met this b*tch and fucked her now she really acting strange
Jump in that coupe go insane
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna sip on my drank
All about my cash so I’mma need that check in advance
Know this b*tch’ll f**k my mans
So I can’t give these b*tches a chance
I just wanna win they want me to lose
I ball out the gym then jump in the coupe.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I know that I can have that p***y but I rather wait
Ran into the plug in LA say he ship it outta state
Been counting worth too much cash and I ain’t even graduate
This a Audemars play versuri-lyrics.info
Model b*tch like Kim K tryna flex on me no way
Flexing in some fly s**t when I fall through
Put her on the team she tryna ball too
F**k your b*tch in Céline pour up the promethazine
Pull up in somethin real clean man what do you mean
Woke up thought it was a dream.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two oobad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Twooo backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explaineddd.
Trill Sammy lyrics
Video Trill Sammy

[Verse 1]
Finna get wreckless
I’m all one, I’m on now
Hit me with the tex message
I can’t talk, it’s too loud
Man, look at me now
Super fucked up
Too adderals later and I’m ‘bout to fall down
But there’s plenty more rounds to go

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, tonight
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, surpass the light
Baby you’re gonna be… all mine
Give me drugs, give me the drugs, tonight
Do me like kush, keep it OG
You should slide through on the low-key
‘Cause low-key

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Hook]
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine

[Verse 2]
Don’t try to tell me calm down, calm down, calm down
I’m surfin’ on a wave now, wave now, wave now
Blue drink in my red cup
No telling when I wake up
Hit your phone up from outta town
Hope to see, you around

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, tonight
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m feeling like
Falling in love, falling in love, surpass the light
Baby you’re gonna be… all mine
Give me drugs, give me the drugs, tonight
Do me like kush, keep it OG
You should slide through on the lowkey
‘Cause low key

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Bridge]
You can bring your friend if she a freak on the low
Heard she used strips, she a beast on the pole
Know a couple niggas that would pay for the though
Woah, woah
You can bring your friend if she a freak on the low
Heard she used strips, she a beast on the pole
Know a couple niggas that would pay for the though
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Hook]
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine

[Intro: Chip & Kojo Funds]
Yeah
Ay Where’s my lighter?
Gotta get that vibe right
Aye Kojo and Chipmunk
Hm

[Verse 1: Chip]
I cock back yeah, Buss mine (Boom)
See your cock back (Yeah)
You my star nine (Boom)
I bill a zoobie just to pass time (Ganja man)
Do it every time like it’s the last time
(Come here)
When you smell my neck
What’s that, Chanel Bleu
I smell your neck
What’s that, Chanel too
Whisper in your ear, got things to tell you
I smell my bedsheets, I can smell you
Oh I like it, I like it
Plumber Chippy I fix the piping
Close my eyes and I see you
Gyal, you have to come out of my eye lids
Come in and let her play play when it’s fun time nah
Come time, when you come mine, come by cuh
????
I want your time like all of the time so
Every time you pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Chorus: Chip]
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She ring my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She ring my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Verse 2: Kojo Funds]
Me no go lie, yeah
Seen you the other night
Me no care mama too fine
[?]
Me no lie, ay ay
Bitches will say what they wanna say
But baby if you come my way
Baby man I’m here to stay day by day
[?]
Take your time, ayy
[?]
Me know you want to feel it all the time ayy
Me know you want it in your belly everyday aye
Me no play no games ay
Ay ay ay
[?]
Me know want the pipe everyday aye
Hey ay

[Chorus: Chip]
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Verse 3: Chip]
Busy girl yeah she work, work, work
I take my time on your body like a verse
I skr skr, pull up on you in the Merc
Cos if the beats on me, Me haffi merk
Nice in a tracksuit or Nice in a skirt
Whine as she twerk, Yeah she bad from she birth
Girl the way you lick me, you make me toes dem curl
So if you ever left me, that will lick me where it hurts (Lord oh mercy)
So I’m in your mouth, hm shh dat
In me, I’m gon’ push dat
Yeh me push, Yeh she push back
Always tryna read me, library where the books at
I’m the youngest OG like baby where that kush at
Cuh you met Mr wolf rise under the moonlight
Sometime chills time, sometime shine
I want your time like all the time so
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Chorus: Chip]
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Chorus: Kojo Funds]
And Last night you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time
Last time you spent the night round mine
Today I just can’t get you off of my mind
She rang my door and text ‘I’m outside’ yeah
Every time she pull up, I’m like it’s about time

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 1: Stalley]:
I be picking through the stickiest of greenery
28 grams on my Cuban link
Riding shirtless in the TransAm bumpin’ Cuban links
Cardies on my face, diamonds in my pinkie ring
Midwest nigga from the streets to the kitchen sink
Grape Swisher Sweets and a box of Middletons
I go straight to my connect, I don’t need a middle man
A zip of blue dream and platinum cookies
This is big dog smoke school, we don’t toke with rookies
And my jewels give you that 1989 feel
All solid 24k from david and will
4g out of real on my ’76 Seville
Ridin’ slow through the hills
I’m Beverly, one toke, two tokes
Got me feeling heavenly
Top down riding around chain smokin’
Chain pokin’ for all a y’all to see
And my nigga Gunplay tell em bring some more weed

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]:
Niggas try to sound like grime lipe [?]
Say they get high like the one in the bubblegum blue 52
Bel Air at the fair rollin gold shoes
Whole shoes fans fair
Very rare you find an ounce of this shit anywhere
Cuz you incredibly square
Nobody trust you, you actin like the feds
Smokin’ to my head
Cuz the one that I wanna pass the doobie to dead
My momma and my girlfriend scared, cuz I be outside
But don’t worry baby, I know how to play it
Watching while I’m blazin’, all my jury on
OG in the bomb space station, home basis
From the club to the fool spot
We all racing, we got paper
We all make it fast as we can spend it
Take a new hundred, roll that weed in it

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 3: Gunplay]:
Countin’ tokens, chain smokin’
In a seven-trey Chevrolet, everyday chokin’
And the paint like white cocaine
My dog say match when I’m like "okay"
Fresh paper, raw paper
Trippy stick, kush or
The color syrup maple
All vapor
To the crib, this bad bitch
I’m gon’ take her, then wife her, then break up
Leather seats
My swisher forever sweet
Fresh off probation let’s celebr-eat
They be tardy for the party but I’m never late
Put the fire to the tip ’til I levitate
Four strands, loud as four bands
Tryna hold smoke, she tryna hold hands
This shit fire like I’m rolling up a sun
On a back to back run
Coughing up a lung

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 1: Ray J]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin’ like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don’t really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that’s locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin’ next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin’ round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
‘Bout to start actin’ funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin’ letters ’cause I’m writin’ in cursive
Don’t care if I’m right, nigga, fuck bein’ perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin’ the Perc’ (everything)
You know that I’m accurate, missin’ a purpose
And I’ma look back on this shit ’cause you worth it
I’ma grow from my mistakes
I’ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin’
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Let it rain when I put ’em in a
When I put ’em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put ’em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard ’em in pain
I’ma call you voodoo when I’m in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don’t really wanna raise blaze
Don’t pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don’t think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don’t really wanna be a commodity
But it really don’t bother me
‘Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she’s burning my name

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll fuck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But fuck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That shit come back around, full circle though like a necklace
Fuck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Strip club in this damn [?] cock blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be [cold?], his story would be told
Imma have to fuck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was [?]
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this shit so soon

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than fuck you, this is nothing but a song

Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these bitches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
Fuck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t fuck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wrong

[Verse 1]
Stop fucking around and be a man
You either can be stuck underground or flee the land
Like you can be the one in the ride who lead the band
Or you can be the one on the line who need a gram
Do it how they taught you on the records they brought you
Your hero said he’d run outta town on Peter Pans
Cool, all that resonates and all that dedicates til you outside and you see the vans
I rolls on the loop with everything we about
’cause circles can’t fit no squares, it keeps em out
Looped in off what the stoop is
Where the pound talk is treys like Lupin
Un-markeds side by side where the coupe is
They c’est la vie the next Trayvon shooting
I’m back to my brick in the booth shit, my vocab paraphernalia
I float around the track like Mahalia
Back for the braillers, know that they drag you when you gone like you playing for Baylor
That’s word to a Dennehy, and words to remember me
You know it’s either that or you turn to a memory
You are who you are, you can’t turn on your tendencies
Prove it when we call something over, ven aqui
Truck jewels while the truck move, caught it right off the deck
Til’ they strip it and call it quality of life arrests

[Chorus]
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

[Verse 2]
They say it’s like that, money entice that
The celebration is waiting like "where the lights at?"
I made a way out the gate and ain’t have to hype that
I put my name on a plate and they couldn’t price that
I seen cops get lower than where the night’s at
I seen dice turn over and push a life back
I sent dough in the mail like where the kites at?
They make your bro switch cells before you write back
But shit it’s like that, nothing else like this
Did it alone so I don’t know what the hype is
And when it’s like this and po-9 peruse by me
I treat em like if all of em think that they’re Giuliani
Said they got a reason to see what the aim like
I trained with my left ’cause I knew they would play me right
7 days 7 nights while the 7 is upon us
Que up the God number like Melo in the corner
Taught us our fathers to the heavens that adorn us
Caught us star gazing at the bezels that was on us
Pat your own self on the shoulders
Or mask on, put your name up like Quinones
OG told us how he blew dollars rights before the lick hit
Take ’em back, blue collar ’94 Knicks shit, it’s like that
Money entice that, the celebration is waiting like "where the likes at?"

[Chorus]
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 1]
Pour my Vitamin D, broke ass nigga is heat
All my [?] on me
I just want the whole thing
I don’t want that old thing
I want new everything
I’m married to my name
I give it a weddin’ ring
I’m for my family
So they live happily
I want S550
I don’t get what you need
Bitch, you got ugly feet
Those hoes a get a D
Monkey doin’ see
They like Adamn is heat
Get money like truancy
Get money, hoes like a week
I’m just tryna me and everybody elses too apparently
My niggas know what I mean
[?] Google me or Bing
Make money like crack, I sling
Make money, Bill Gates on me

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 2]
I’m a young ass nigga
But, I’m really a OG
Niggas come and fuck around
I just might OD
Just like Killavesi say
These niggas might owe me
If we racin’ to the money, I got niggas beat
Take my feet, they planted under sea
Nigga, understand, I’m standin’ ten feet from the sea
I can’t buy no hatin’ ass niggas
Wanna [?] to eat
I ain’t never have no job
I make it off my speech
I just cut the leash
Like I switched the drums, nigga
Bitch, I’m ballin’
Like my name is net swisher
Niggas see me at the grocery store and take pictures
Same bitch that dismissed ya
I coulda dicked her
(I am Adamn, I am Adamn)

[Refrain]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
Posted up right in the trenches
The OGs was teaching us lessons
They told me get up and go get it
And stack so I get me a milly
No time to lay up with them bitches
Ho [?] caught me no feelings
Ride ’round with lil meek, he the realest
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon
My time, it comin’ I feel it
Can’t play, gotta be ’bout your business
Got war scars all on my back from being backstabbed so fuck being friendly
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of ’em extended

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Let’s get it
Real niggas who we are boy
Stand up and applaud for us
Fuck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech
Like nails on a chalkboard
Boy you fighting in the wrong war
All of the things we fought for
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting
Everybody running is the wrong choice
I get the drop on the opps
Never put trust in a cop
Young shooters like early Bad Boy
They run around with the locks
Dreading your days in the kitchen
Seein’ how they whip a pot
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo
How you sell that shit back to your block
You a fuckin’ sell out nigga

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse 3: Kap G]
I got on Louis V linens
I see the police in my business
They just gave my homie a sentence
For slangin’ that Dennis the Menace
Hands up, don’t shoot
Tryna jam us, we cool
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool
I let the OG’s drop jewels
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door
I’ma pull up with a hundred Latinos
I got your main bitch at home on my other line
Fuck it, I’m rockin’ them Timbs in the summer time
Fuck the police, they be tryna act colorblind
I swear they gon’ make me go buy me another nine

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Woah woah, word around town
Uno nigga poppin’, fuck nigga we got now, ayy
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound
They gon’ have to try and find you like Nemo
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon’ drown
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah
We gotta stand up, ayy
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy
‘Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Chorus]
I just sold a famous bitch some drugs
All that bullshit is fake as fuck
She’s just trying to be numb
She’s just trying to be numb just like everyone else
Just like everyone else
You’re just like everyone else
You’re just like everyone else

[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch I came a long way from the east side
It ain’t my fault my OG’s is a [?]
I put that house under my name ’cause he had three strikes
This bitch just started throwin’ up, no peace sign
They caught me slippin’ off of Snelling by the street sign
I fuck with Bloods with my OG’s throwing up C signs
And I don’t ever gotta claim shit, I’m affiliated
And I don’t ever gotta say shit, I’ll just demonstrate it
I was in the streets, peddling stacks on bikes
At the Metrodome with purple green, pushin’ sacks to Vikes
I fell victim ’cause I listened to some bad advice
It ain’t my fault, no exaggeration
And that’s my life

[Chorus]
I just sold a famous bitch some drugs
Trying to be numb
Trying to be numb just like everyone else
I just sold a famous bitch some drugs
Just like everyone else

[Verse 2]
Your shit stepped on
Rick James, sofa cushion (Fuck yo couch)
Pressed up, no elevator button (Fake xans)
What’s the, what’s the, what’s the fuckin’ verdict though?
Bitch came through the city so I served it up
I got my chain, you can’t swap
I was on the bus for them knots, woah
Sketched out in my thoughts
Two hundred twenties in a wad, woah
I have four bands in my coat
Bummy as fuck, looking broke, oh
96 hours straight, I ain’t even change clothes, no
Lift off, not in a drift off
White bitch said the N-word, that just made my dick soft
I tell my dogs that I’m coming through
Got four pounds and the purple too
Keep the forty on me, placebo
They took everything, no repo
Fuck a scene, this ain’t HBO
I might taste her though, don’t need a chaser though
Pull up and I’m swervin’, I ain’t in a hurry
Why you always nervous, always acting scary, yeah
Oh, you think this the first time we done this before?
Come through the city, I’ma show you how it go

[Chorus]
I just sold a famous bitch some drugs
Trying to be numb
She’s just trying to be numb just like everyone else
I just sold a famous bitch some drugs
Just like everyone else

[Outro]
Give her two frames, wanted more
Hit the door, to the car
In the jar, thickest bars
Overcharged, overpriced
Served you twice, last nights
Evil eye, now I take it
Notice pictures of the wifes
No way, so fake, go away
So fake, so fake, so fake

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We The Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can see
DJ Khaled

[Chorus: Future, Takeoff & Offset]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Migos—Takeoff, Quavo & Offset]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jury lookin’ like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room
Incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 1: Ray J]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin’ like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don’t really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that’s locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin’ next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin’ round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
‘Bout to start actin’ funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin’ letters ’cause I’m writin’ in cursive
Don’t care if I’m right, nigga, fuck bein’ perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin’ the Perc’ (everything)
You know that I’m accurate, missin’ a purpose
And I’ma look back on this shit ’cause you worth it
I’ma grow from my mistakes
I’ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin’
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Let it rain when I put ’em in a
When I put ’em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put ’em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard ’em in pain
I’ma call you voodoo when I’m in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don’t really wanna raise blaze
Don’t pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don’t think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don’t really wanna be a commodity
But it really don’t bother me
‘Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she’s burning my name

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 1: Ray J]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin’ like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don’t really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that’s locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin’ next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin’ round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
‘Bout to start actin’ funny on your ass
I reap that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to bring you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin’ letters ’cause I’m writin’ in cursive
Don’t care if I’m right, nigga, fuck bein’ perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin’ the Perc’
You know that I’m accurate, missin’ a purpose
And I’ma look back on this shit ’cause you worth it
I’ma grow from my mistakes
I’ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin’
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Verse 3: Ray J]
Let it rain when I put ’em in a
When I put ’em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put ’em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard ’em in pain
I’ma call you voodoo when I’m in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don’t really wanna raise blaze
Don’t pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don’t think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don’t really wanna be a commodity
But it really don’t bother me
‘Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she’s burning my name

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Post-Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

O’Shea! O’Shea!
Get your ass in here boy
You hear me calling you?
O’Shea!

When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing Space Invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you’ll catch me running out the little girls’ bathroom
Chewing on Good and Plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo I was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it’s hard to see
That it’s wrong throwing rocks at the RTD
Popping out your window with a BB gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though I was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that’s how old I was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And I was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch I could lie to
Tell em I was older than I really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That’s what a mack’s made of
But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then I put the rubber on the wrong way
But I still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn I was hot
A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause I was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first Volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the OG’s and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that I might not graduate
Then I said fuck the dumb shit
Cause Pops’ll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil
So I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard and want all of his purses back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year ’cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her, come through

Aye Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck bruh
You a living legend I appreciate that
Aye Guwop I’m glad you home cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit
2 Chainz
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

[Intro]
Nah this ain’t take long I’m finna do this real quick
Real quick, gimme, gimme a second
We gon go with Teryaki after this
I gotta eat clean now, well clean again
I had fell off a lil bit
But I’m still good

[Hook]
The sauce is still on me
It’s dripping and flowing
It looks like I’m bleeding
I don’t need consoling
I’m ravioli
Inside beefing
Don’t try to control me
I’m not the old me
Outside I’m cheesing
I’m macoroni
But way more expensive man now I’m Poppone
Who’s my opponent
They do not want it
You can’t destroy me
I keep on scoring
It’s becoming alarming
Like I’m paying the goalie
We pull up so deep
I brought the whole team
To hide that I’m lonely
But it’s an illusion
I’m outche like Loki
But don’t get confused

[Verse 1]
I got some problems
But I’m gonna solve em
I don’t need yo knowledge
I don’t need yo help
I’ll do it myself
I don’t need a hand these the cards I was dealt
That Cain got her feenin and if I am not able I guess I’ll just leave it to Seth
That’s a line you won’t get no disrespect
But y’all way too talkative
I’m fresh to deaf
Don’t know what to call it
Cause I’m not a ref
Don’t look at Quincy Jones cause he not gonna help
I bought a microphone and nothing else
I’m not worried bout food cause I’m not a rapper
Aha a chef
Taking shots like I’m Steph
I don’t know how much times on the clock
Ima make sure y’all hear me beat down the block
I won’t say I’m sorry when I’m not
This a reminder just in case you forgot
Go head!!!

[Hook]
The sauce is still on me
It’s dripping and flowing
It looks like I’m bleeding
I don’t need consoling
I’m ravioli
Inside beefing
Don’t try to control me
I’m not the old me
Outside I’m cheesing
I’m macoroni
But way more expensive man now I’m Poppone
Who’s my opponent
They do not want it
You can’t destroy me
I keep on scoring
It’s becoming alarming
Like I’m paying the goalie
We pull up so deep
I brought the whole team
To hide that I’m lonely
But it’s an illusion
I’m outche like Loki
But don’t get confused

[Verse 2]
What is yo issue?
Do you need some tissue?
Why you complaining?
Cause nothing is broken I’m paying you all of these tokens you trippin man what is you smokin
I know you not playing
That’s why I benched you
Don’t make me dismiss you
You see where I’m aiming at
Cause I gotta point to prove
And Im not gonna miss you
I hang with the OG’s
It’s me and Ginobili
We grillin with Kobe
I’m still on the island with Master Roshi
The girls in the sand playing Vollyball called me want me to come over
They stay asking questions like "how tall are you?"
I don’t know taller than Yajerobi
I don’t know how much time is on the clock
So Ima make sure you hear me beat down the block
I won’t say I’m sorry if I’m not
This a reminder just in case you forgot

[Hook]
The sauce is still on me
It’s dripping and flowing
It looks like I’m bleeding
I don’t need consoling
I’m ravioli
Inside beefing
Don’t try to control me
I’m not the old me
Outside I’m cheesing
I’m macoroni
But way more expensive man now I’m Poppone
Who’s my opponent?
They do not want it
You can’t destroy me
I keep on scoring
It’s becoming alarming
Like I’m paying the goalie
We pull up so deep
I brought the whole team
To hide that I’m lonely
But it’s an illusion
I’m outche like Loki
But don’t get confused
(Finale)
The sauce is still on me
It’s dripping and flowing
It’s looks like I’m bleeding
I’m doing fine
I’m wasting time
I’m ravioli
Inside I’m beefing
I’m drained and I’m leaking
But outside I’m cheesing
Im macaroni
But way more expensive man now I’m Poppone

Now I’m Poppone
Now I’m Poppone
Now I’m Poppone

[Intro: Snoop Dogg + October London]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution will be televised
The revolution
Just Blaze
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This is serious business
Dududududu

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
(Yes)
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Sitting back watching, but I’m so unstable
I been an OG since I was rockin’ in the cradle
Y’all don’t know that my bite is so fatal
Kick a fool down like the homie with the 8-0
Ayy though, nigga don’t play though
With the ‘K though, like the spray though
Sculpted left hand full of clay dough
Split him in the middle cut him up like a potato
Oh, leave ’em on the sideline, bleeding cause he tried mine
We loot ’til the boot out
Me and my brother, we was caught up in a shootout
Had to handle, pigs on a nigga, four days
Eight laws of power, eighty-five ways
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
This ain’t the local pass cash with the bra fast views
This shit will be viewed on your broadcast news
Why did I do it? My momma is on the call
Shot three lil pigs and now my back against the wall
Nowhere to turn and nowhere to go
My blood is burnin’ I’m about to blow
Huey, Malcolm and Martin, those are my peers
They been doin’ niggas like this for over hundreds of years
Poppin’ us, fear, now it’s time for us to clap back
But this time we gon’ bust, step the fuck back
We ain’t runnin’, we shootin’ and lookin’ forward
Anybody, somebody, everybody on the floor
They just surrounded my place
Hold the court in the streets so I can win my case
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Bridge October London]
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Will be televised
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Oh, la-la-la-la-da-da-da

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh, na, na, na, na, na
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Curren$y:]
Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin’ mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I’m
Anticipatin these niggas hatin’ yeah they waitin’ that’s fine
Maco snap through the fishin’ line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time
On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G’s
But don’t nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew
The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them other niggas pay us
It’s like I’m in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean’s 14, plot out new capers
Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up
Wonderin’ who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures, babygirl roll those joints bigger

[Hook x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

[Fiend:]
All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassos, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco
Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west ?
Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page
Damn I’m paid, thinkin’ of all that money I made, since lookin’ at the hip like I just got paged
Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain’t frown with yo’ pussy, you BAITCH!
I work too hard for " I can’t", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank!"
I’m in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin’ I need one more for the Spitta girl

[Hook x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

[Verse 1]
One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters
One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher
Let us never be divided, OG game provided
By the star of the show, not a side kick
My side chick got a side chick
That both came to slip and slide on my ishh
If I can find time
Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind
Forgive me for that braggadoious line
I’m not so flashy with mine
But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I’m really on the grind
Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes
I say it, I plant it and then it’s mine
Roll up on me and see with your own eyes
That SLS keep em surprised

[Verse 2]
James Brown rendition
Don Perrion bottles is frigid
A couple models in here, Bridgette and Bridget
On wise and done lines, I spectated they got naked and played twister
I rolled another broken finger, this one was more extended
Smoke this for my nigga who no longer with us
Your spirit jump out them T-shirts and pictures
You live on my nigga
It’s like them coward ass suckas never killed ya
I’m taking dabs of the OG wax
My girl at the spa getting a Brazillian
When she get home I’m going swimming in it