Welcome 2 Collegrove Album Lyrics by 2 Chainz

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Scene 1: Welcome 2 Collegrove

Let me tell you a story about these two guys
That eventually became brothers
You got this kid named Tune
Tunechi, some shit like that
Straight out of 17th of New Orleans
Been rich since he was like thirteen, fourteen years old
He came with his own style
They tried to steal his shit
He ended up puttin' the whole game on his back
Had clientele for years and always had good product
And then you got Slim from the Southside of Atlanta
Loved playin' basketball, he a real mama's boy
And that's how he got the name Tity Boi
Slicker than a spill of oil
Soon as he got his hands on his first pack and flipped that
He never looked back
And when they met up and devised a plan
On how to take over the land
Kinda went like this
Welcome 2 Collegrove

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G6

Collegrove
Yup

Lit, bitch, I'm the shit
I'm a real walkin' lick, spent a brick on my fit
I show up in this bitch, sick as throw up in this bitch
Lookin' like I wore a f*ckin' jewelry store up in this bitch
Wait, Sqad Up, that's my f*ckin' skate team, nigga (the gang)
You don't want that real smoke, you vaping, nigga (no way)
To be safe, none of my guns on safety, nigga
Who the f*ck I look like? Ed Reed, nigga?
Coupe on ultraviolet (yeah)
Tunechi on narcotics, so my pupils always hidin'
All those Bugle Boys you wearing, are you stupid? These designer
Sippin' soup up out the Styro', drippin' too hard for Poseidon
And my semi-automatic, and my drip on autopilot
And my jewelry on sarcastic, my money on plastic
When it comes to dead presidents, I'm a bastard
And all my bitches passive, and all my hoes erotic
And my dick on automatic, and my drip on autopilot (yeah)
Drippin' so hard, might go on a water diet (diet)
Diamonds on her tongue 'cause she geekin' off the molly (molly)
Don't bring me no ones, I blow funds on her body (body)
Blow funds on her body, bitch, my drip on autopilot

So you know, another guest just walked into Nicki Minaj TV
And I just asked him what, what's that fragrance that he had on
And he had to get real cocky and pop his collar
So let him do it on, on TV

Toni
You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance
Take this G6, she might wake up in Japan
Yeah, probably seen me with a double-cup in my hand
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance
Take this G6, she might wake up in Japan

Got this city on my back, I might need shoulder pads (ayy, ayy)
Tried to DM me, now sit in my shoes and photograph
Difference between my watch and yours is the chronograph
Quarter-half, hoes face, alpha diamonds gon' toe ring
Say she love my protein, money pull my pants down
I'ma need a drawstring
Ask me, did I have anything to eat? I told her, "Cocaine"
Big flames out the muzzle, custom mods will often puzzle
After the fact that I was humble
They say, "Life a bitch," I'ma smut her, need a couple rubbers
Had a girl named Nina, all we used to do was smoke and cuddle
You already know, I need a couple million on the double
Anybody seen my ceiling? (Well)
My nigga got locked up and started sellin' dope in prison (yeah, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah, the truth my religion (south side)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Yeah, the truth my religion
Turn up

You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand (yeah)
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band (f*ck that shit)
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance (print this money)
Take this G6, she might wake up in Japan, yeah (woo)

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Big Diamonds

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, f*cked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin'

Uh, told your f*ckin' ass I'll be back
Now them niggas goin' crazy tryna sign me back
Like some play, say Young Money nigga for sure
Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars
Seven days a week, bet a nigga armed
Yeah, Fresh, we done done it, did it without stuntin'
Countin' money, need a calculator
The crib got a elevator, you not a skater
We got you on the floor, paint your ass red
Turn his bitch into a art show
Now on the left side, we got the brand-new Benz
And on the inside, got brand-new MAC-10s
And in the middle of the night, niggas'll find you
Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers
Mannie Fresh on the beat, he a true Big Tymer, yeah

Foreign cars (cars)
Foreign broads (broads)
Hoes with no bras (yeah)
Neighborhood like big drawers
I'm a GOAT (GOAT)
What you know? (Know)
What's the score?
You hurtin', I front you ten kilos
I like women (women)
That like women (women)
That like grinnin' (grinnin')
That like swimmin' (swimmin')
That's lightskinnin' (skinnin')
Or darkskinnin' (skinnin')
They skinny dippin' (dippin')
You penny pinchin' (pinchin')
You pussy pimpin' (pimpin')
Or pussy poppin' (poppin')
I'm on it, nigga (ayy)
I'm on a mission (ayy)
I gotta get it (get it)
I'm in tune (yeah)
Like f*ckin' siblings (ooh)
You f*ckin' gimmick (yeah)
You f*ckin' with us (yeah)
You get whacked (whacked)
Your wig cracked (crack)
A big sacks (yeah)
I shot ball (ayy)
I pitch crack (ayy)
I dig that (ayy)
I'm raw, nigga (yeah)
No Zig-Zags (yeah)
My bitch bad (bad)
Her bitch bad (bad)
You funny, nigga (funny)
A Sinbad (yeah)
I sit back (yeah)
I get bags (bags)
I baow-baow, I click-clack

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, f*cked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)

Marble floors, I got bulletproof doors (21)
Rappin' off the head like I'm Wayne, like I'm Hov (facts)
Grew up 'round them cutthroats, I be on my toes
Old killer from my hood, snot that clean 'cause he throwed (21)
She wanna f*ck a young gangsta, I know, facts
Real deal player, I ain't never kiss and told (21)
You know I'm in a rush, baby, come up out that robe
I told her she wet already, she been playin' with her robe (Goddamn, oh shit)
Damn, she done squirted on my clothes (21)
If we in the party, then we came for the hoes (21)
Open a dispensary, I got free smoke (21)
F*ck a top spot, nigga, I came for the GOAT (pussy)
I'm a dog, German Shepard, Great Dane (yeah)
He got money, but his ass still a lame (yeah)
On the pole, shake that ass, do your thing
She from the Southside, down the street from Flocka Flame (on God)
Stick left him So So Def, but I don't know Jermaine (21)
How you watch a million dollars and it look plain? (21)
I'm worth eight figures, so I really can't complain (on God)
I tried to play your album, every song sound the same

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, f*cked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)

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Presha

Yo, this shit is unbelievable
(Bangladesh)

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure (pressure)
This shit pressure (pressure)

This shit pressure (pressure)
Two BBL, you know she extra (know she extra)
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (whistle)
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (and a pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (they lookin' now)
Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (lookin' out)
Got your shit together suki, suki now (suki, suki now)

More refills on me, you know we lit, lit (lit, lit)
They gon' run this back just like a pick-six (pick-six)
I done fell in love with a thick bitch (thick bitch)
I done fell in love with a rich bitch (talk to 'em)
Shawty know she pressure, talkin' high blood (high blood)
Put two girls together like a hybrid (like a hybrid)
You know I been trappin' since the dial-up (dial-up)
If they gon' hate, then let 'em hate, the money pile up (woo)
When your friend call, say, "Hello, pressure speakin'" (pressure speakin')
Towel under door, but that pressure reakin' (yeah)
I done took a shroom with the 42 (shit)
I done start whistlin' like 42 (shit)

Pressure
Pressure (yeah)
Pressure, pressure
Mhm, yeah, she pressure
Mhm, yeah, she pressure
Yeah, she pressure (yeah, pressure)

Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapons talk nice
I only bust twice, 'cause I'm so precise
The foreign run nice, I'm whorin' all night
I don't handcuff her, and I read her her rights
I'm on that pressure, she on that bass
I'm on that treble, I'm on her level
She say her brother, he got them birds
We ruffle his feathers
Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker
Extra hoes, got my section full of
Smokin' dope, you can smell the boogers
Break your nose like Devin Booker
And all my hoes some second lookers
And I got bros with extra blickers
And I got Nina and I got Maggie
And they both got extra sisters
I be puttin' pressure on the plug
I get treated special by the plug
The feds puttin' pressure on me
But I don't even sweat in hot tubs
I be puttin' pressure on my lungs
I'ma fill the whole blunt with pressure
Like a stack of a hundred ones
You still will fold under pressure, lil' bitch

Pressure (yeah)
Pressure (yeah)
Pressure, pressure (yeah, yeah)
Need some pressure (yeah, yeah)
Need some pressure, pressure (yeah)
This shit pressure (lil' bitch)

This shit pressure (pressure)
Two BBL, you know she extra (extra)
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (whistle)
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (we cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (they lookin' now)
Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (wasn't lookin' out)
Got your shit together suki, suki now (suki, suki now)

Pressure, pressure (suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure (suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure (suki, suki now)

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Long Story Short

(Oh-oh-oh, oh, baby)
(Don't leave, don't leave, baby)

This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' ki's
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet
She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me
And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans
Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah
Yeah, let's get married
Cut off his head and the rest get buried
Cross on my head like a Presbyterian
Tell him he dead and upset his parents
Tears get shed only if you carin'
Right on his head, see the red beam glarin'
Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up
Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch
If I go at her neck, I'ma hang that lil' bitch
Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit
I can hit you up from any range with that bitch
Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo
You f*ck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato
I twist his halo just like a tornado
Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo"
I buss down Quaalude, f*ck on a gay ho
Can't find a straight a ho but I ain't complainin'
Ask how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"
I been on my J.O, I'm Ben and she JLo
She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos
All of this bread and she can't get a bagel
All of that said, I can't really stay though
I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone

Wake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' ki's
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene
A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything
'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring
Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone it wouldn't even barely ring
I don't compete, but you can't compete
Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe
Out with my lady, we came to eat
My stomach, you think that it changed the beat
We on a date, make it rain some ones
Didn't want no chain, but the chains gon' come
Soon as I say it, it's said and done
And my screensaver my favorite gun
I'm rockin', I'm swervin'
I'm poppin', detergent
Get money, it's urgent
God bless her surgeon
I rub my hands, Birdman
Double cup, lean head
I done been the weed man
It's a blessing you ain't dead
I keep it rollin' like parplegic
I'm better, believe it, you better believe it
Ho bitin' on my like every mosquito
I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people
I did the math and ain't no way we equal
Did Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, hm, hm
Did Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

Wake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' ki's
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

Blunt
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt, blunt)
This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)
This life gon' be the death of me

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Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys

Woo, shit, I told you, these niggas is crazy
Dope selling, shootouts in broad day
This kid Tune lost his f*ckin' mind
Tattooed his forehead to his toes, man
Streets say he walkin' around with a stick in his duffle bag
Ayy, and Slim, or Toni as the streets call him
Ridin' around with a duffle bag full of work
Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy

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Millions From Now

Yeah (How to make it here, 101)
Southside (make sure everybody feel the same way you did)
Uh, ten ton
Toni

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (your ass)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

Soon as I land, they come with a bag
Tell I just got it, they don't have a tag
I f*ck with the strippers, they helpin' my brand
On Lanvins, the shoelaces look like a Crayon
Told 'em, "No biggie", I'm makin' them bands
Flight to go overseas, I take a Xan
I get a deal and then I get some equity
When I get money then I'll buy some land
Yeah, I got GOAT with me, know what I'm sayin'?
She got some good throat, you know what I'm sayin'?
Been in the kitchen, you know I ain't payin'
You can ask chef, let me know how I pan out
Garage full of food, and I'm gon' pull the Lamb' out
Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
The handshake I gave you was my lil' handout
Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (yeah)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you, I done forgot
I won't forget how I got what I got
Cry me a river 'cause I'm on yacht
Stack night after night, I been countin' these dots
Remind who forgot that it's slime over thots
Don't make me Paul Castellano the opp
It's Tunechi and Tity Boi, minus the drop
Wait, a million dollars from now
I'm gon' feel like I'm a million dollars away
I done put all this ice off in this Jesus Christ
It look like it cost a million dollars to play
Lookin' like I make a million dollars a day
Fly as f*ck, that's a flight with no delay
Wait, a million dollars from now, got nine hundred nine- nine million dollars to make

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (yeah)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

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Crazy Thick

I don't know
But I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently
She was crazy, stupid thick
(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)
(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)

I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a (bad ass bitch)
I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go f*ckin' you
F*ck from the back, that pillow smother you
Shut the f*ck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (bad ass bitch)

Ooh, she thick-thick (ooh)
I hit her ass with that heavy dick (ooh)
She wear them pants that fit-fit (ooh)
Pussy so fat got an imprint (ooh)
Pussy so fat got an imprint (ooh)
She got that ass with that lift-lift (ooh)
She throw it back like a quick pitch (ooh)
I hit that shit like I'm Ken Griff', alright
Ooh, she super bad, alright
She got a stupid ass, alright
I know what to do with that, alright
Skeet in her booty crack, alright
Ooh, she thick-thick (uh)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no big tits (uh)
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch (uh)

I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a (bad ass bitch)
I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go f*ckin' you
F*ck from the back, that pillow smother you
Shut the f*ck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (yeah, Toni)

Know a bad ass bitch, you can have that bitch
Pull a rabbit out the hat with the magic stick
Tell me how she look, I'm like, "Yeah, she thick"
Hair, weave killer, her edges slick
Her part is straight, her wig is laid
F*ckin' on her in a tennis chain
Pussy so good, made me miss my plane
Lickin' on me, even kissed my ring
She want some bands, alright, alright
Rover or sedan, alright, alright
You know I ain't playin', alright, alright
I got a plan, alright, alright
I'm Peachtree hustlin', Southside customer, I got a strain to light
I went to paradise with a pair of dice, with a pair of dykes, hmm
(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)
With a pair of dykes, with a pair-, did you hear that?

I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a (bad ass bitch)
I f*ck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go f*ckin' you
F*ck from the back, that pillow smother you
Shut the f*ck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (bad ass bitch)

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
Mula Baby
(Tru)

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Transparency

Life, life
Need you in my life
Need you in my life
(Hitmaka)

She said (2 Chainz), "It's so hard to reach"
Don't know what you're really looking for
Tell me if you need to
Tell me I'm the one you're looking for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (ooh, yeah)
Teach you everything, show you everything (2 Chainz)

I can't even lie, sometimes I ain't shit (nah)
But I'll die for you, and that's some real shit (for real)
I finally got one that make me say, "This my shit"
She so thick, it's kinda hard to say skinny dip (ooh)
Joint ventures, put the cribs in a rotation (yeah)
Yeah, I'm cuffin', put the pussy on probation (I did)
She need suntan lotion for this vacation
You might get a postcard from this location

She said, "It's so hard to reach" (yeah)
Don't know what you're really looking for (alright)
Tell me if you need to (to)
Tell me I'm the one you're looking for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything

Transparency
What you see is what you get, that's clarity
See my heart through my eyes, that's magically
I see your soul through your clothes, that's anatomy
She see through me like binoculars, she got Cyclops in her
I see me in her esophagus like I got no oculus
I know you see us, no disguisin' us, no camouflagin' us
That love is obvious and transparent, you be watchin' us

She said, "It's so hard to reach" (yeah, oh)
Don't know what you're really looking for
Now tell me if you need to
Tell me I'm the one you're looking for
Don't wanna be a secret (no)
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything

My truth, 911, baby, it ain't got no roof (alright)
Yeah, put you on the moon
Take you places like Tulum, then Cancún (alright)
Oh, you don't need to be scared to touch your body
Your glue drippin' all on my body
Huh, I ain't in a hurry
Girl, you got me stuck, I can't get enough (yeah)

It's so hard to reach (oh)
Don't know what you're really looking for
Tell me if you need to (talk to me, talk to me, yeah)
Tell me I'm the one you're looking for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, we don't let 'em see
You know I can teach you (ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything

It's okay, it's alright (oh)
They gon' see, yeah, we the best tonight
It's alright, we gon' step out, let 'em see (ooh)
Just wait and see (oh)
Thank you, we love you, peace

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Significant Other

Bitch, this is lifestyle, gotta get my point across
Scary ass trap house, look just like a haunted house
(Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr)
Shoot that bitch and have 'em runnin' out
I got a plug, we ain't runnin' out
Runnin' O's, checkin' they bank account
Pretty bitch with the designer cloth
She boostin' shit, it make you summersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real Atlanta legend, you got me f*cked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me f*cked up
Now they lookin' at me like, "I think I'm stuck up"
But where was you when a nigga had me stuck up? (Where was you?)
Now I got that middle finger up, stuck up
I'm like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up
You runnin' off of fumes, but I think I'm charged up
They see me pull up, niggas know I'm bar'd up (bar'd up)
An angel investor for a start up
I'm what you get when you drop coke into water (yeah)
They gon' try to take me across the border, I'm so dope
Asked me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, "Nope" (no)
I ain't even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago (I ain't sold)
I been holdin' foreign rims, women and clothes (yeah)
When I leave the day party, yeah, I'm changin' clothes (change)
Ain't got no time to chase you, I'm chasin' O's
I'm tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go
I told her, "I'm nothin' like you thought, that was a case ago"
Or matter of fact, it was the case before
A trap nigga turned proper, I crossed over and left their ankles sore
I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin', bro
Been popular, I'm pushin' product at the Stop-N-Go
A real legend in the streets, you got me f*cked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me f*cked up
I can't let you play me off the streets
I'ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up say a prayer and eat

I want someone who's there for me (I need somebody)
Without a guarantee
How can I be there for me? Hmm
(When I need company)
Consistency (Mula)
Is all I ever needed with you
And you put me through it (30, you a motherf*ckin' fool, nigga)

I need somebody
I need somebody not just anybody, that special somebody
I don't be stressin' 'bout her, shit went nice up her body
Long as they know that's for somebody, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
No questions, don't question her body
She don't be finessin' her body
She got that fr, fr, yeah, tell me about it
No, matter fact text me about it
One hundred emoji, I need you to keep it a hundred emoji
Need to know nobody comin' behind me
But when we f*ck, I need you cumin' before me
I need you to love me like I should love me
Sing, "How To Love", show me how to love me
And I mean that from the bottom of me
From the top floor to the lobby, lovely
I need love but I'm tired of searchin'
Clean tub, dirty shower curtains
No cap like bottle service
Need a road map to the highest person
And I'ma toe tap on the hottest service
And this hard D, probably got her thirsty
In the pussy, I don't show a lot of mercy
I'ma f*ck her 'til she scream, "Lord, have mercy"
No controversy just contraceptives
Contraband for the conscious effort
Perfect strangers doing stranger things
Baby, how can I change the spot, just left it
Full time love, part time love, one time love, hard time love
In time love, love is on time love, love long time love, all time love, all my love

I want someone (yeah) who's there for me
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, I need somebody, I need somebody, girl)
Without a guarantee (ooh, I need somebody, girl, ooh)
How can I be there for me? Hmm (yeah, ooh, yeah)
Consistency
Is all I ever needed with you (ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
And you put me through it (for a part time love, yeah, yeah, I need somebody)

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Scene 3: Ladies Man

Now I already told you how the block be
Shit go crazy
This can go left real fast
But you already know, everybody need somebody
Tune a real ladies man, he gon' play the guitar for the bitches
Know Toni a ladies man too
But that Kesha, now Kesha
She'll bust his motherf*ckin' head wide open
She's from Decatur
Thomasville to be exact, she don't play that shit

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P.P.A.

Let go, it's over
Chances ran out along the line
Let go forever
The love that we shared had faded in time
Let's pipe it up, let's go, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come all
Let's go (let go)
Tru
Pretty pussy havin' ass, ha
Toni

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award
I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (uh)

I like it when it's waxed now, Toni with the facts now (facts)
Late night, waffle house, we got matchin' hash browns
You got that stage presence, you say you schoolin' these hoes
Gon' and teach a lesson (teach 'em)
My plane land at six, you got the landin' strip (strip)
You like to take a bubble bath with the candle lit (lit)
You can tell I'm the man by the manuscript (yeah)
You know I play with the clit like a instrument (let go)
I like that splash sound (splash)
That squeaky shit, you can hear it in the background
Sound like I'm stirrin' mac and cheese in your lap now (lap)
I hit is missionary, then I turn it back 'round (facts now)

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (yeah)
I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (yeah)

Who you gettin' mad at? We ain't finna have that
Your pretty pussy perfect, pristine, pure, pecan that
Diggin' and I'm searchin' like fiends lookin' in trash bags
Pump it 'til I squirt gasoline all on her gas mask
You deserve some hand claps, see through dress, Saran wrap
No pantyhose, my hair wet, camel toe, giraffe neck
Play that ho like Grand Theft, it's not a game, she pop my chain
I pop the painkillers, she pop that pussy until papa came
Pretty Pussy Award, juicy, gushy couture
Booty softer than Velor, I f*ck her until she snore
Aw sooki, lookin' into her eyes
As they sparkle, I arrive
Treat the clit just like the red carpet

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (yeah, you got it)
I'm cold like the climate (yeah), once I get behind it (hey)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award

Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy
And the only thing beat new pussy is two pussies
Heard that thing squirtin' and shit, Fruit Gushers
And I had to make sure it went down, two flushes
Yeah, that ass look soft as a couch, two cushions
And that mouth like a Slurpee machine, blue slushie
Red slushie, that brain, have 'em payin' tuition
Every nigga want some of that P that you pushin' (let go)
I don't wanna give you, I just wanna award you
I don't wanna buy you, I just wanna reward you
So you can let them hoes know who the winner is
I said, let them hoes know who the winner is

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (yeah, yeah)
I'm cold like the climate (yeah), once I get behind it (yeah)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (yeah)

Let go

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Oprah & Gayle

Collegrove

Checkerboard luggage
Ramen in the cupboard
I left Art Basel with a sculpture
You listening to the lyrical nunchuck
Chuckling dumbf*cks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it
The Cullinan so big it need a stove in it
Now that's deep, I just dove in it
The closet came with garage doors
The Goyard is on all fours
I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford
They said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks
With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more that mean
I want more of this, I want more jewelry
More cars, I want more cribs
What you expect from a kid
That grew up with his stomach touching his rib
Echos coming from out the fridge
Now papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that
Don't smoke no cig' but I'll shoot that, true facts

Nah I mean?
My lighter St. Laurent
Yeah
That's St. Laurent fire
You gotta hold your hand mid-air when you do a verse like that

Uh, hoppin' out a slide out
Runnin' through a walkthrough
Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes
Tall money, short fuse
Long money, long, ooh
Champagne Papi part 2
She my corkscrew
Tattoos over war wounds
Wrist look like its on zoom
Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em
I got the spikes on the Gucci look like Bart to 'em
Gimme the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em
Stunt man
Verses in my lunch bag
Rappers on my launch pad
Chopper make 'em do the Kriss Kross or make 'em jump dance
Lump sums, lump bands
What's a young man without a check?
Just a Jumpman
F*ck that, Jordan meme
I'ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine
I'ma get some bling, let it bling like some Oil Sheen
I'ma put some f*ckin' princess cuts on the queen
And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem
This our team, my regimen, I'ma higher being
Purple smoke fire green
Sweet 'n' sour cream
Peakin' higher now we towering
Peak position
Give my people power, now we power fiends
It's addiction
Feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring
You swing, you miss
Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition
I'm in pitiful condition
Scratch that, but who was itchin'?
Teamsters, the union did it
Tune 'n Tity, Young Money, Tru Religion

That's some Teamster shit
That's a Saint Laurent lighter, woo
I got "stoner-virus," baby
Her right there? She got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm
And her over there? She wouldn't let me f*ck so now she got "loner-virus", alright
Ayy, stop leasin' niggas
We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me

Yo
They was laughin'
But we was smart drug trafficking
We was sharks (uh-huh)
I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults
Kinda crazy
My last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me
Spent half my 20s in prison and aged gracefully
For paper, you know we grind, place a wager
And you'll be fine (uh-huh)
I put my fork down, now every major want me to sign
Left the hood for Hollywood
It wasn't worth being famous (it wasn't worth it)
Bro, every chick got a beamer and a personal trainer
I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (uh-huh)
It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes
Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion
My name come up when you talkin' dope or comparin' classics (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look
They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took
I wish 'em the best of luck
I asked a question, and he gave me an answer
That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa
Back home, I'm one of the narcos, semi autos
Dodge fans like New York City potholes
Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny
Money made me more hungry
'Cause majority wait 'til they chubby
And then get comfy, nah
You get that first taste then you learn to appreciate
All the risks you gotta take
To turn a Ford to a Wraith (uh-huh)
I'm checkin' in on my hood
Like I hope all is well
I'm still close to my scale
We like Oprah and Gayle

You get a Rollie
You get a Rollie
You get a Rollie
You get a Rollie
Everybody gets a Rollie
You get a Rollie
You get a Rollie
You get a Rollie too
Everybody gets a Rollie

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Shame

Yeah (nah), dig (ha)
(Nah, nah, real flame)
What, what, what, wala
Ha-ha-ha (flame him over, right, good God)
Haha

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)

I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (throat)
Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (woo)
Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (hell)
Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most
You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (uh)
2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (ghost)
I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (cheers)
Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (nyoom)
She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (all the crust)
And I move the weight, I got all results (all results)
Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)
I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (yeah)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you
Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you
All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo
Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail
The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself
I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself
You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself
Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop off in R times R, not four
But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford
Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors
Pockets fat as f*ck, look like they need to get out more, bars

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (shame)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (yeah, yeah)
Huh, uh, stain a nigga (blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you
Shame on you
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I'll leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow
Collegrove
Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost
It's Tru and Mula, Trula, baby
Sicker than Wuhan, baby

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Bars

Yeah
Gotta come in hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?

My basic outlook, to out crook the man on the side
'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs
Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud
Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound
This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense
Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop
Hardknock, hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop
Turn the f*ckin' top to a halter top
Concrete jungle, I'll f*ck Jane though
Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope
Sit in the same room, f*ck on the same ho
We on different planes if we is in the same boat
Captivate 'em and creative
Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes
My town is greater, downtown Decatur
Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress
Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred
Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it
Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic
Told 'em sit back with the style to chase it
Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason
Mask on, black card, mines is racist
Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it
I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it

Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars, ah
I give it to you
Ah, I give it to you
I give it to you
Ah, I give it to you

Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural, impractical
Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip
You're apple though, I got more tools than Apple Store
You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes
And we gon' need some answers though, answer more
Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though
I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low
I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or ho and now they know
You match and go and catch it slow, whatever go and that you know
Got more text than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios
And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes
I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV
It's all for sure, it's all a hoax, her back was to Rosario's
I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes
I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes
Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?
I thought these hoes was for us all, my dog proposed, Lord
His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broad deposed, Lord
His market closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord
She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord
He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord
And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home
Told her, "Watch over them bitches like a f*ckin' drone"
And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone
Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch

Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars, ah
I give it to you
Ah, I give it to you
I give it to you
Ah, I give it to you

I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you
I get you, I get you

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Scene 4: No Fent

Okay, yo, yo, yo
(Hold up, hold on, ayy, what's up, bro?)
I just got some intel
(Aight, bro, talk to me)
They say some kids tryna take over the block sellin' this bullshit Fentanyl
That gon' f*ck around and kill off the clientele
(Man, f*ck all that, nigga)
We sellin' that straight drop, you understand that?
That clean, you know what I mean?
(Ayy, man, you ain't gotta tell me shit)
These motherf*ckers come around here f*ckin' up the vibes
And when these bodies come, bodies come, police come
It's gon' f*ck up everything, we gon' f*ck around and have to go to war

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Godzilla

Sometimes I feel like Scarface in Miami
Gettin' head behind the curtains, five percent tinted
It's not rented, oh, it's not rented (ooh, yeah)
It's not rented, let the window down so they can see who's in it (ayy)
They know I'm big dog where I'm from, I'm a big dog
They call me I'm big dog where I'm from, I'm a big dog
They know I'm big dog where I'm from, I'm a big dog
Intercept that package when it touch down, it get picked off
(Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me, nah, nah
Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me big bro
'Cause they know how the game goes, they know when it pours it rains
At least it still rains though
They know when it pours it rains, they know that it rains though
They done went and pissed off, take the red up out the rainbow
And turn to Rambo
They know I'm big dog where I'm from, I'm a big dog, ooh, yeah

Okay
Hunters on the coast, I got my shoes all on the sofa (sofa)
I used to be broker, things changed like Sammy Sosa (Sosa)
Money counter loaded, I told shorty to come over (over)
I been takin' shrooms, I'm the opposite of sober (sober)
Military minded, I got it from my pops (pops)
Son of a gun, got a fetish for them Glocks (Glocks)
F*ck that conversation, I want mine off the top (top)
I'm my motivation, I walk it like I talk (talk)
I'm a big beat rocker, Balenciaga jogger (chugger)
She know that she love me, call me baby like a toddler (toddler)
When I'm on stage, that shit feel like home (yeah)
When I'm in her mouth, that shit feel a lukewarm (okay)
Two-tone Patek, whole wrist two-toned
Catch up to this Maybach, past the grey Poupon
I got blinds in my whip like a condo, nigga (condo)
Heat on me in the mornin' like Alonzo, nigga
Toni

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla, ain't none iller

Above the rim
Lambo truck with the rim, yeah
Jumpin' out the gym
Rose gold petal with the ginger
Big tip
Big lip on her shit
Love the big booty bitch, how it feel on this dick
Let it juice on my bitch, come spit on this dick
Then she suck up everything that she did on this dick
Yeah, big seal, but I ain't sippin' that shit, left that shit sealed
Let me crack on that shit like a pencil
Leanin' back but I'm tryna sit still
Percocets from a fan, baby
Make the sports car dance, baby
I drop a few grand, baby
Now go grab mama grand baby, goddamn, baby

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, what's a gorilla to Godzilla?)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's a gorilla, ain't none iller (what's a gorilla, ain't none iller)

Hollygrove and College Park
We hear lions roar, eat dinosaurs
Got a hundred thou' on the ironin' board
Make her count out loud when she count it for us
Long days and bad days
Have calm days and rampage
From the wrong way to, yeah, that way
To the come up page from the last page, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm in first place in this drag race
Ain't no first safe for the last place
And my birth place is a bad place but I save face
Eyes crooked but my hand straight
No astronauts in my headspace
Kill a gorilla, that's a dead ape, hurr

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Crown Snatcher

(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, round catcher
Bitch, I'm an eye catcher, I got that wow factor
Got her seein' stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA
I'm 'bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement
She got that face stretching and now lil' mami elastic

I'm a soul taker, f*ck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe Jackson, I'm just old-fashioned
Need a gold statue, front of my big gold mansion
I got some good brown skin, I look like gold satin
Rose gold Patek, call it Rosemary
Different color diamond lookin' like a bowl of salad
A bowl of salad with more than twenty-four karats
White Styrofoam cup goin' like a gold chalice
I was in Holly Grove growin' up by Rose Tavern
I take a nigga queen, let my hoes have her

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah)
I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah)
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch
I'm a eye catcher (ooh), got that wow factor
Got her seein' stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA (ooh)
'Bout to buy me a dancer (yeah), she got that body enhancement (yeah)
She got that face stretching (yeah) and now lil' mami elastic

Toni
Money, money, money, no shit
Necklace on my wrist, it sound like Carter VI
Most these rappers get a sex change when they get too rich
Seem like soon they get some men, then turn into a bitch (alright)
It's like the bathroom out of order, we ain't takin' your shit
All I gotta say is 2 Chainz, was a radio hit
She got a small waist, thick, pretty face and shit
Goyard sittin' next to me like we in a relationship
Young Mula, been poppin' since your first computer (yeah)
You bought that chain? You need to go somewhere and beat up your jeweler (beat his ass)
To feed my family, I had a to use two packs of noodles (true)
I snatch the crown off your medulla

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah)
I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah)
Send blood hounds at you (at you), send my rounds at you (at you)
Spit some rounds at you (at you), you a round catcher, bitch
I'm a eye catcher (ooh), got that wow factor
Got her seein' stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA (ooh)
'Bout to buy me a dancer (yeah), she got that body enhancement (yeah)
She got that face stretching (yeah) and now lil' mami elastic

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Can't Believe You

I can't believe you, man
For real

No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (yeah)
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)
I can't believe you
I can't, can't believe you
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no, I can't, no, I can't)

Uh
Rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear
Multi task, count cash, drive, dodgin' a deer
The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard
My circumference surrounded and fall
Yellow wrist, corn on the cob
I know you was a facade, I know you want me stop
I know you want me to bleed, I see the fame in your heart
Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars
Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a god
Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart
Know I'm not leavin' my wife if they try to tear us apart
Know I'm not leavin' this life is they try to make us abort
Kept callin' 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed
Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword
Keep eatin' rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal
Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable

No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (yeah)
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)
I can't believe you
I can't, can't believe you
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no, I can't, no, I can't)
Maybach Music

Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary
Come visit your co-defendants, keep it honorary
Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations
Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation (huh)
Road to riches, niggas out rentin' Rolls
Lack of mackin' got these here niggas rentin' hoes
Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home
You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong
You think of bitches as opportunities, money make
I look at blessings as lessons and pray for one today
Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake
I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)
Eyes wide on your back, breathin' on the pavement
Shots fired half a block, play for the Lakers
Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin' (Uh)
'Nother nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)

No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (yeah)
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)
I can't believe you
I can't, can't believe you
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no, I can't, no, I can't)
Collegrove (I can't believe you)

Un-f*ckin'-believable, I don't f*ckin' believe in you
I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral and in front of the media, that's from me to you
Heard the feds been meetin', whole lot of shit that you've been agreein' to
Who you speakin' to? You foreign to me, nigga, that's the European in you
You should hate bein' you, one of these choppas bullets'll make three of you
Pull up in the vehicle, baow, pull off laughin' lookin' in the rear view
Ain't no tellin' what we'll do when it's them or me, him or me, or me or you
Watch how the semi do
It'll turn a grizzly into Winnie Pooh, believe that
No Corona, I'ma pull up in a f*ckin' ski mask
Niggas rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan
He mad, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand
OG strains, stay in my zone, but sometimes known to freelance
Pecan, skin tone, but redbone when she mad, and she can
Watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass
I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver
Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you

No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (un-f*ckin'-believable, they don't want the presence, yeah)
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (no gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)
I can't believe you
I can't, can't believe you (I can't, I can't)
(No, I can't, no, I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, can't believe you (I can't believe you, I can't believe you)

I can't, I won't, I don't, I ain't gon' believe you
I can't, I can't
I just can't believe you
I can't believe you

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Scene 5: Never Was Lost

Yeah, I tried to tell you things could get real nasty
Turns out them boys had to take back somethin' that was never lost
Tru, can you hear me?
Collegrove

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Moonlight

Incoming
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh

Why don't we just run away? (Run)
Run away (run)
To the moonlight (light)
Be who we are
We can run away (run)
Run away (run)
Better be soon, I (I)
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight
Better be soon, I (yeah, Toni)
Want to be so high (uh)

Broken English, homeroom teacher, corrected
Had to eat what I had to 'fore I heard of Doctor Sebi
Mama got a new boyfriend, I know it won't affect me
'Cause I been the man of this house, this nigga gon' respect me, uh
When I sold dope, it held depression (yeah)
When I buck her 'fore it held depression
I was broke during my adolescence (damn)
Need money counters for my blessings (blessings)
The essence of fluorescent light, I rock UV protection
I keep her legs separate like aromas on my dresser (dresser)
I fell in love and put her in the ring like a wrestler, yes, sir
Before I heard of Tesla, I was the plug
I used to hate when nobody showed me love, come on

Why don't we just run away? (Run)
Run away (run)
To the moonlight (yeah)
Be who we are
We can run away (run)
Run away (run away)
Better be soon, I (I)
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight (yeah)
Better be soon, I (uh)
Want to be so high

Uh, young Tune in the booth like a cocoon
Shinin' like the moonlight, full clip for a full moon
Hotter than the sunlight, summer time, 12PM, noon
Tyson in the gun fight, Floyd Mayweather in June
All year round, homie, I hunt with my mouth foamin'
On the prowl, roamin', f*ckin' the world without moanin'
On the hot corner like Josh Norman since Pop Warner
Moonlights, the cop lights, the spotlights, they spot on us
Amen, they better throw some prayers up, hope they land
I'll give 'em three to they hat before I give 'em a chance
Satan, sippin' lean like moonshine out a can
And they ran to the moonlight and ran into the Moon Man, bitch

Why don't we just run away? (Run)
Run away (run)
To the moonlight (light)
Be who we are (brrt)
We can run away (run)
Run away (run)
Better be soon, I (I)
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight
Better be soon, I
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight
Better be soon, I
Want to be so high

Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh