Tag: OG

[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

[Verse 1]
Botched hits, failed attempts
Though we never died, suckers better hide
Or regret they tried
Fumbled, 4th and one
On the goal line, I’m ‘fin to take it back that 99
96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine
Bitches trying to sip, don’t get too drunk to ride
Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time
We might need you for a mission
I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it
Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep ’em high
Surveillance at the marina, they ain’t think I seen ’em but I spied
They tried to tail us home from the arena
Hoping that would lead ’em to a lead
We waving as we pass off, peace
Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me
Doors you got to be walked through by OG’s
Triple OG’s, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island
Trying to get right quick like right now-ish

[Hook: J. Townsend]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

[Verse 2]
Paper straight but I keep it in the closet
Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets
My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor
Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce
What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid
I lost some but in the end I won
When its all done they say I was the one
Don’t apologize though, I ain’t worried bout it
Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time
You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by
I could probably teach a a class
So much work, I make it seem effortless
Everyday sweats I’m in still fresher then peppermints
These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real
Independent hustler, then I got a major deal
Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga

[Hook x2]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Parlayed the Caymans
Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in
Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing
Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses
Franchise players on a momentous occasion
Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters
Send a bottle to your table, it’s a celebration
Rollie presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station
And you hating
If you’d have had one that’s nice I’d have told you congratulations
I stole home base while you was tying your laces
Your bitch gave out the dugout
Smoked out the clubhouse
Welcome to the majors

[Hook: Curren$y]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Certified dope on three coasts
Bread healthy, wheat toast
Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me
Held me down when I needed it
Held me up when I couldn’t reach it
Flashlight when I couldn’t see shit
Saying my prayers, smoking my weed
Listening to Roy Ayers
With more pull in my city than the mayor
Smart not scared
Highed up but aware and prepared
If them fools from over there ever came round here
But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it
(Audio drug lord with this music)

[Hook]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Don’t nothing move but the decimal
Everyday above ground is a chess move
Don’t let the little things stress you
If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful
Low key, like I’m riding with a whole key
But I’m just chasing these cookies with this OG
I don’t do first halfs, I need the whole fee
You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one)
And I don’t be popping bubbles
If I ain’t house shopping I’m at the dealer copping doubles
Ain’t where I wanna be, but I’m not far
Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)

[Hook]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Outro]

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Intro]
Huh?
Umm
Lean, lean
Skrr, Skrr skrr skrr
Bang bang, bang bang

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[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 me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour 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

[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit

[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain’t jog or nothing
I ain’t lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y’all, I ain’t brag or nothing
Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain’t let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, hand me a towel or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y’all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that shit don’t count for nothing
When I told ’em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love ’em
Come backstage, they let me fuck ’em
Free Of Charge don’t owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it
She can board her flight
Lil Ruth Chris might get her something to go, I guess I’m sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I’m not regular, no I’m not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can’t leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I’m there too long I gotta move
Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don’t like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don’t leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the sports button
Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling 47 with the torch running
Hittin cuts on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my niggas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon
But we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain’t no cops killing us
Ain’t no ops killing us
Some say I might sound cocky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I’m gon’ get home where I’m from that’s (?)
Where I’m from shit get scary, niggas get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don’t you double dare me
I’m from the Eastside of Chicago
I’m Gucci where I go
Niggas know me where I go
I’m an OG where I go
You can’t help what you born with
But it’s on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go

[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

[Intro: Future]
Don’t let this lean hold you back from your full potential
She said your’e the smartest person I’ve ever bumped into
Super

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
Came up, fucked up, living like a savage
Watch my pops give up turn to a addict
OG’s in front the store frontin’ niggas package
White powder turn to blow, I thought I seen magic
Bought a 50 dollar slap, now it’s Big Bank Escobar
These hoes really up for grab when you having some
They thought I would succeed but I feedi fed feechi
Only time a nigga love you, when he begging or he need you
Made myself a boss, a billion dollar mind
Zone 6, living lavish big bank a rare kind
Duct Tape, that’s the mob that’s my whole spine
My nigga Pluto, Freebandz but we the same kind

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, its detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 2: Future]
I poured a little baking soda and more xan’s
You bett’ not let them hollowtips touch your hands
You see I came up and I blew out like a fan
I watch my man’s turn his back when I expanded
Flipping that raw raw it came in a casket
We on the Southside lil woadie ’bout to blast it
And I knew, I knew when I was on that corner I wasn’t average
Sometime I like to post up
Take the styrofoam and toast up
You know damn well these niggas below us
I made the right moves just listening to my instincts
I got my Pirus, my Grave street niggas with me

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’ it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Intro]
Wow, wow, wow, incroyable
Shabz, incroyable
Envoie (Shabz)

[Refrain] (x2)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

[Couplet 1]
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
Viens on s’barre de la te-boî, on fait ça dans l’noir
La concu’ c’est comme les ‘teilles, on les boit
Mes négros brillent, on les voit
OG enfermé, nique les lois
J’prends ton number et j’mets les voiles
Tu veux pisser l’sang ? Élève la voix
Ils le font mais ça rien à voir
Guette, je sais qu’tu nous imites
Fuck le rap jeu, négro j’deviens minimaliste
Fais la maille et les valises
Elle a liké, elle a follow, elle est maligne
J’crache ma rime, elle est magique
Des fois j’pense à la vie, elle est tragique
On est prêt pour l’avenir, met le tarif

[Pont]
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (wow)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (envoie)

[Couplet 2]
Guette, j’passe sur mon compte en banque, j’ai envie de devenir un vendeur de C
Quand ça va cesser, tu vas v’nir sucer
Le succès c’est comme l’échiquier, faut savoir jouer
Sur mon son, il faut savoir bouger
J’ai découpé la prod’ comme un boucher
J’ai beaucoup de technique comme un gaucher
Meuf t’as de l’expérience, faut t’embaucher
Faire du blé jusqu’à l’AVC
De la drogue dure dans les WC
Change pas d’avis, fallait pas nous laisser
On rentre dans ta ville, toutes les gos sont pressées
Fait crier le son avec les vitres baissées

[Refrain] (x5)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

[Verse 1]
Me and my lil’ bitch just fucked another bitch (what? Huh)
Me and my niggas just hit another lick (another lick)
I’m with the same gang that I started with (gang, gang)
It’s ’til death do us part, you little bitch (la familia)
I send all my side bitches to go buy all my choppas (woah)
Put my trap house in they name, they do it with no problem (woah)
Got a fine OG bitch, she still like to wear Prada (Prada)
38 years old and she look just like a model (she bad)
She kept it so real that I put her in a Drizzop (drop)
Yeah, that boy went corporate but he straight up off the Blizzock (block)
Meet me at the top, the realist advice I can give you is to never stop (ey, never)
They ask me for the key because I got this shit on lock (yeah)
Me and 40 bad bitches smokin’ on a yacht (it’s Dolph)
I’m programmed to get money everyday like a robot (it’s Dolph)
I know you think I’m fuckin’ with these bitches but I’m not (not)
Nah lil’ mama, I’m not

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

[Verse 2]
If he ain’t hustler, fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
None of these niggas I don’t trust ’em (fuck ’em)
Done worked too hard out here
For you to run off here and fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
Fucking with this bad bitch one night and got in trouble (damn)
Flyin’ down the E-way on that codeine seein’ double (yeah)
I lie because I didn’t know her name bae, I just fucked her (sorry)
Fucked her one time in the the car, bae, that bitch don’t mean nothin’ (sorry)
Might pop up in yo hood and flood yo trap to flex my muscles (trap)
Drinkin’ promethazine and eatin’ crab, legs and oysters
That’s yo friend but he don’t wanna grow so leave him ‘lone (fuck ’em)
The only thing that he can do from there is bring you down (fuck ’em)
She your friend but that bitch mad you got a real nigga (fuck ’em)
All this shit that we been through and I’m still out here witcha, it’s Dolph

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang…….Lets Get It!

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, shit got me heartless
Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
I came up they say i’m a target
Talking bout how they gone rob me
I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
A nigga try me then I’m popping
Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
Niggas be talking that shit need to tell them please (shhhh)
I might just shoot em and fly to another region
I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
I bust down a Rollie from 50k
I really did that shit yesterday
I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this shit yesterday
OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Ain’t get the [?] before last and It’s not cause of the cash
Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
Because you snitch in the past, [?] get on yo ass
My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
Credit Card fraud money handy
Ain’t nobody here like Cary
20 years about going Cary
Bitch nigga I ain’t never scary
Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterday
And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterday
So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty [?] heaven gate

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)
I ain’t stun that shit

[Verse 1]
It might be easy on the other side
Not here
Maybe you’ll understand some other time
Get real
You saw the streams when we expected life
Awful
Then ran away to a place we’ll never find
Oh you thought I would forget
Oh you thought I would forget
All of them lies that you spread to my friends
Now they all caught up
You said you was fine but you judging again
What should we call that?
Hands on the vibe but you turn on your kin
I see an error in your format
There is no way we can trust you again
Really after all that
All of them lies you told to my friends
We won’t forgive you for it
Cuz we was patient while you motherfuckers still ignored us
And we was tryna fight the system, you was begging for it
Everybody got together, we was ready for it
The government is going down in all kind of sorts
I’m here to tell you how it’s going down
We don’t want no violence just hear us out

[Interlude]

[Verse 2 x2]
Got me like "Good God!"
I can’t go, I let go
I’m a G, I’m a soldier
Got my trucks on the ground, I’m an OG
Funny, everybody used to judge me by the old me
Lord help me
Ha! I can’t see
But I know I’m about to be on TV
Cuz they understand that’s who were going be
Stop believing in your time
Stop depending on speed [?]
Lord help me!

[Intro]

This for that young nigga that’s posted on the block
This for that lil nigga that’s trynna make it to the top
(To the top, yeah)

[Verse 1]
And ima start this first verse off by saying R.I.P. Dave
Ima keep my dirty ways till they let D-dawg out the cage
Nawf side 38 triple ward where i play
Yall niggas running ’round I’m just trynna run the game
And i was always reckless nigga I was never tamed
Ima ride for my brother I know he would do the same
Load up with them cuttas ima make em feel my pain
Ima make these pussy bitches bleed for what yall did to Dave
And we done bought so many guns, bitch we strapped up like the NAVY
I got this bitch up on me for whoever try to play me
These niggas too petty bitch you need an education
They trynna rule B.R. bitch I’m trynna rule the nation
Stick you out yo shit, I’m the real 38 baby
I’m cruising to the top while you other niggas racing
You back i’m concentrated
I’m back and forward pacing, I’m steady meditating
I’m like fuck a nigga hating
They like ‘Youngboy, man you the sickest you the dumbest right now
They like ‘Youyngboy you bout to blow up you know you bout to get signed
Whole lotta OG’s on my place helped me stay on my grind
Buku hoes be on my top but I ain’t waisting my time

I’m the street’s hottest youngin I’m on fire
Straight to the top yeah you right but I won’t stop
Fuck whoever not in a minute know I won’t fold
I say I’m hot, I got the ticket niggas better realize it

[Verse 1]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now
It’s just us right now
I ain’t give a fuck all my life, why would I give a fuck right now, yeah
I put all my feelings, my fears, my ideas in a blunt right now, yeah
Fuck her then leave her, then text her I need her, I’m stuck right now, yeah
OG so funky, got groove in the trunk right now
OG so funky, the car like a skunk right now
Bad bitch I might love forever, but I do not need the bitch
If this thing don’t last us forever, if this just an evening thing
Yeah, it was still real, still real

[Hook]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now, a-ha-ha
Salt Lake City and we up right now

[Verse 2]
Yeah, wake up feeling different, hmm
She done caught a bunch of feelings, but I don’t see that shit
They been telling you lies, but that shit so light, I don’t read that shit
No, no
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Um, yeah
They salty as fuck out here
You luck if you buck or you duck out here
I keep it above but will never change
But sometimes I feel like I’m stuck out here
Come up on your watch when you come outside
She call out my name when I come inside
I come from where ain’t nothing made a name
I made me a lane then I made me king
You know, man, I pray for the day I forgive niggas
I want them dead, man, I ain’t forget
They ain’t take a shot that I ain’t contest
They might take a shot but that shit direct
I know how it feel, man, you feel like you feel, man
I felt how you feel
Felt like a breakup sometimes, when you wake up, it’s hard to just get up sometimes
I mourn every morning
Look at my daughter
And sit with my daughter
Hailey Nirvana
Write all my wrongs and my rights when I write
I write so my karma don’t harm ya, yeah
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Can’t help but hate how you pay for the sins of your father
Tattoo your name in my vein so you know it’s official
Pull out your sock from my pocket whenever I miss you
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Yeah…

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget that kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my partner Doe
All we 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
Tryna make me a mil, so I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in a Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
You know I look in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
2 Chainz!

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing 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
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out you’re poppin’ 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 Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck 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 racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
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 hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing 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
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Favorite rapper, that’s 3K
Yeah sir that’s my DJ
Mike Dean on the piano
Put the work on the E-way
Guwop right next to me
So you know Bouldercrest with me
Man it’s hard for you to mess with me
So you’re looking at the best really
Diamonds dancing like Bentley
Might leave in a Bentley
Kinda hard to get with me
Can’t believe it like Ripley
Pretty girls like trap music
Man I used to want a condo
Started off in the basement
Ended up on the top floor
Yeah, you listening to the top flow
Now you looking at the top tier
From grams to the Grammys
Told y’all it was our year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Man you looking at the evidence
Yeah God, that’s my president
Hell nah, I don’t hesitate
I ain’t met a girl can curve me
Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 1: Ray Wright]
Like what the fuck I got to lie for?
House parties, bad shorties, dodgin’ 5-0
Three young brothers bout to get richer than Lionel
Give a fuck if I was late I’m right on time and doin’ fine hoe
Now watch me make this Blackwood disappear
OG aroma make a lil bitch drop her rear
It seem my game keep elevating every year
Known to make the spot jump as if it wasn’t clear

[Verse 2: Serk]
It ain’t never gon’ stop like a candy 64 realest on the block
Round the clock we gon’ always be dope
Hock a loogey of some true player game
Woman flockin’ way they move say thangs
Hipaholic let it loose baby
I’m a product of my zoo LA
From nigga June to May

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 3: Manu Li]
Now looky here looky here I got lunch money
Sittin’ clean we ain’t fuckin’ wit them dust bunnies
Pennies in my hush puppies nigga what’s bummy
I campaign with the damn thang
I came here for the beer stayed her for the champagne
And some whiskey that’s for J strange and the dead homies
Its gettin’ hotter every year
I say every year niggas droppin’ like flies I’m just happy that I’m here
There’s a reason why I’m here i make yo life sound tight
You can fake it till you make it but its not my hype
Cause laid back and I kick facts
Havin’ fun makin’ money off of all these tracks foooo!

[Buddy]
More poppin’, more shoppin’, more coppin’
Show rockin’, crowd surfin’, don’t drop me
4 X

[Ray Wright]
Cause we ain’t come all this way to turn around
The game it need us more than ever right now
My people travel miles n miles to hear the sound
N see the way that Westside Warm brew Lay it down….

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year