I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I, until I
I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I find a way, the only words I know that you
I been hot since the birth of my son
I remain unfazed, trust, worse has been done
Man, f*ck evaluation, show me personal funds
It's the pretty boys versus the petty boys
Sold that already, got a whole new set of toys
Shit is so surreal, Drizzy Drake, you better enjoy
Nothing else bigger than the OVO letterman boys
Cashmere knits for the nighttime boat rides
Oli got the first edition parked up roadside
The only sign of strugglin' is coming from those guys
I'm tryna just relate what I can see through my own eyes
And nothin' tell the truth like the eyes will
Lived so much for others don't remember how I feel
Friends in high places and friends that I hide still
Still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield
And then I'll come back to tell you how that feels (the only words I know that you)
Built this house for us all, pain in my back still
You niggas gassed up, you couldn't pay the (until I, until I)
I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I, until I
I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I find a way, the only words I know that you
Champagne poetry, these are the effortless flows
Supposedly something else is controlling me
Under our pictures lives some of the greatest quotes from me
Under me I see all the people that claim they over me
And above me I see nobody
I'd have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me
The twenty percent of you that we own is my Tootsie's money
Nigga, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me
CJ grab racks out the bag and throw it to me
They don't want a problem with the boy, but it's goin' to be
Trust in my brothers is as strong as I know it should be
Future sign the contracts, he don't even show it to me
I don't have to second-guess nothing with no one I love
'Bout to build a second guest house 'cause we growing too much
Think I gotta scale the love back 'cause
I need you, I need you, I need you
I need to make you see
What you mean to me
Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean
Yeah, oh
Heavy day, for real
Yeah
Yeah
The city's on fire and people are in denial
Charges being laid, but we'll see what they do at trial
I'm calling this shit from now
Sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down
I haven't been able to see family for a while
That shit is wearin' me out
I used to hide my pain in Delilah behind the bar 'til my niggas carried me out
And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury me now
I know I tend to talk about how I got a fortune on me
But with that comes the politics the city been forcing on me
Man, I can't even RIP and show my remorse to the homie
Know I carry the guilt of the city's misfortunes on me
I even got the cleanin' staff plotting extortion on me
My parents divorce is on me
My therapist's voice is making the choices for me
And I always censor myself 'cause no matter what, they reporting on me
The pressure is weighin' on me
Career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly
My soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting on me
My chef got the recipe for disaster baking slowly
My heart feel vacant and lonely, but still
I'm makin' the most of this shit and more
Every single move is like rolling dice on the board
Seen too many brothers get twenty-five from the boys
I'd rather see all of 'em get twenty-five from the Lord
And if the last negotiation made you pay me twenty-five
Well this is the perfect time to give me twenty-five more
I'm bigger now than before
Co-parent of the year, we figured out a rapport
No fair what Drizzy made on the second leg of the tour
How can anybody tell you the truth when they misinformed?
How the niggas turnin' up with you turned you in for rewards?
How the f- do we manage to win everything but awards?
Windows of opportunity let me go through the doors
This the part where I don't ever say "Pardon me" anymore
This the part where I'ma find a new part of me to explore
This the part where all my partners know what we in it for
This the part where we gon' throw us a party after the war
And if the last negotiation had you feeling out of pocket
Well this is perfect time that I empty them shits for sure
You owe that shit to the boy, yeah
I love you, I love you, I love you
(What you mean to me)
I need to make you, ooh
Drake - Certified Lover Boy Album Lyrics
Drake - Certified Lover Boy Lyrics
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jean Andre Lawrence, John Lennon, Gabriel Jr. Hardeman, Maneesh Bidaye, Micah Davis, Noah James Shebib, Oliver Tarek El-Khatib, Paul McCartney
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Papis Home
(I know that I hurt you)
Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
(With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes)
Don't worry
(See your mother raised a fine young man)
Daddy's home
(And I know I missed so much of your life)
Turn me up (Mario)
Yeah
Niggas know they need to stop
I'm standing at the top, that's how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over when we drop
Ayy, drop
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
Y'all niggas not poppin'
F*ck her, then she goin' shoppin'
Whoa, I'm runnin' out of opps
They're runnin' out of options
Put 'em up for adoption
Sign my name on the dot
Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
I'm in the bank thinkin', "Poor you"
I'm in New York goin' Jon Chetrit
Supermodels and they all sexy
Lock the door to the bathroom 'cause they doin' something that is not Pepsi
I'm just pourin' up the shots
I remember that I told you I miss you, that was kinda like a mass text
I remember that I told I loved you, that was really in the past tense
I remember that I told you I get your true fears, that I get around
Mentioned havin' us a kid, 42 hit, I tend to kid around
Yeah, on Benedict with the top down
Shorties out here gettin' knocked down
City coming off a lockdown
Rap niggas doing weak features for a pop artist 'cause they popped down
Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now
You know how I'm rocking now
YM forever
Big owl, big birds forever
Don't make me go get your mama to talk to you
'Cause if he gotta get your motherf*ckin' mama to talk to you
You know what I'm sayin', I'ma bring that motherf*ckin' big switch out
At this point, I'ma start collectin' child support the opposite way
You gotta pay me to keep my motherf*ckin' son, hahahaha
Look at me
(Take a real good look at me)
Don't turn away
(Don't you turn away like I did my son)
Look me in the eyes, junior
(I'm making no more promises)
For real
I'm trying to find the word to say
Daddy's home
Daddy's home (don't you know)
Daddy's home (said, your daddy's back home)
Yeah
Daddy's home (for every birthday that I missed)
Wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends (start right here, right now)
If you wanna be my dad again (said, my only son)
We've got to start all over, be friends (can you look at me?)
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, that's it
Showtime
Something's happened to me, bro
Hahaha
Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
(With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes)
Don't worry
(See your mother raised a fine young man)
Daddy's home
(And I know I missed so much of your life)
Turn me up (Mario)
Yeah
Niggas know they need to stop
I'm standing at the top, that's how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over when we drop
Ayy, drop
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
Y'all niggas not poppin'
F*ck her, then she goin' shoppin'
Whoa, I'm runnin' out of opps
They're runnin' out of options
Put 'em up for adoption
Sign my name on the dot
Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
I'm in the bank thinkin', "Poor you"
I'm in New York goin' Jon Chetrit
Supermodels and they all sexy
Lock the door to the bathroom 'cause they doin' something that is not Pepsi
I'm just pourin' up the shots
I remember that I told you I miss you, that was kinda like a mass text
I remember that I told I loved you, that was really in the past tense
I remember that I told you I get your true fears, that I get around
Mentioned havin' us a kid, 42 hit, I tend to kid around
Yeah, on Benedict with the top down
Shorties out here gettin' knocked down
City coming off a lockdown
Rap niggas doing weak features for a pop artist 'cause they popped down
Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now
You know how I'm rocking now
YM forever
Big owl, big birds forever
Don't make me go get your mama to talk to you
'Cause if he gotta get your motherf*ckin' mama to talk to you
You know what I'm sayin', I'ma bring that motherf*ckin' big switch out
At this point, I'ma start collectin' child support the opposite way
You gotta pay me to keep my motherf*ckin' son, hahahaha
Look at me
(Take a real good look at me)
Don't turn away
(Don't you turn away like I did my son)
Look me in the eyes, junior
(I'm making no more promises)
For real
I'm trying to find the word to say
Daddy's home
Daddy's home (don't you know)
Daddy's home (said, your daddy's back home)
Yeah
Daddy's home (for every birthday that I missed)
Wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends (start right here, right now)
If you wanna be my dad again (said, my only son)
We've got to start all over, be friends (can you look at me?)
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, that's it
Showtime
Something's happened to me, bro
Hahaha
Writer: Anthony Crawford, Aubrey Graham, Jarrel Young, Jonathan Demario Priester, Mark Borino, Montell Jordan, Oriyomi Ojelade, Raynford Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Girls Want Girls
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ayy
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
Ayy, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from, ayy
Cannot play a player, bae
I grew up with Drea faith
I done seen the realest ones come and leave a crazy way
Had to take my spot, it wasn't somethin' they just gave away
Sorry to all my fans that might've caught me on a crazy day
F*ck you niggas thinkin' tryna block me on a fadeaway?
I've been on that shit, I only vibe with a payday
Say you go that way, I guess we both go the same way
Girls want girls where I'm from
Yeah, yeah, where we both from
Ayy, and you just got to Miami, need hotel rooms
Niggas told you that they love you, but they fell through
So you shop in 42 'cause you
Ayy, and you throwin' on that dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, textin' me and say, "I need to see you"
I don't know (I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
Wait, yeah, whoa, girls want girls where
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
Ayy, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
My girl got a girlfriend
Ain't tryna be out of shape, well, stay up on them curls then
If gym don't work, get surgery
I'll pay for that, my courtesy
Can't imagine no bitch curvin' me
I put in that work overly
I handle business
And I got two pretty bitches, keep 'em both on fleek
They got matching Benz and matching APs
Now they can really call each other twins
I'm cool with all the owners, they love me, so they gon' let us in
And bring all of your peers, it look better with more people
We got 1942, Casamigos, it's getting heated
They gotta follow us in the Uber, my car filled up with shooters
It be lights, camera, action when you with us, it's a movie
I don't drive my coupe to house parties, I'm tryna leave with two of 'em
Yeah, don't nobody know the shit that we do
She like eating pussy, I'm like, "Me too"
I can't wait to get off work to go and see you
Please bring your girlfriend along with you
Y'all been on my mind too much, like what the f*ck is wrong with me?
She said it's somethin' about the way your girl just makes her feel
Whatever you've been dreamin' 'bout, I swear to make it real
Just run around the town with me
Then come lay down with me
I don't know (I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know, I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
Yeah, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from
But I know you wanna roll with the gang
And I know you want the finest of things
Askin' me about settlin' down 'cause you know that things are going my way
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ayy
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
Ayy, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from, ayy
Cannot play a player, bae
I grew up with Drea faith
I done seen the realest ones come and leave a crazy way
Had to take my spot, it wasn't somethin' they just gave away
Sorry to all my fans that might've caught me on a crazy day
F*ck you niggas thinkin' tryna block me on a fadeaway?
I've been on that shit, I only vibe with a payday
Say you go that way, I guess we both go the same way
Girls want girls where I'm from
Yeah, yeah, where we both from
Ayy, and you just got to Miami, need hotel rooms
Niggas told you that they love you, but they fell through
So you shop in 42 'cause you
Ayy, and you throwin' on that dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, textin' me and say, "I need to see you"
I don't know (I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
Wait, yeah, whoa, girls want girls where
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
Ayy, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
My girl got a girlfriend
Ain't tryna be out of shape, well, stay up on them curls then
If gym don't work, get surgery
I'll pay for that, my courtesy
Can't imagine no bitch curvin' me
I put in that work overly
I handle business
And I got two pretty bitches, keep 'em both on fleek
They got matching Benz and matching APs
Now they can really call each other twins
I'm cool with all the owners, they love me, so they gon' let us in
And bring all of your peers, it look better with more people
We got 1942, Casamigos, it's getting heated
They gotta follow us in the Uber, my car filled up with shooters
It be lights, camera, action when you with us, it's a movie
I don't drive my coupe to house parties, I'm tryna leave with two of 'em
Yeah, don't nobody know the shit that we do
She like eating pussy, I'm like, "Me too"
I can't wait to get off work to go and see you
Please bring your girlfriend along with you
Y'all been on my mind too much, like what the f*ck is wrong with me?
She said it's somethin' about the way your girl just makes her feel
Whatever you've been dreamin' 'bout, I swear to make it real
Just run around the town with me
Then come lay down with me
I don't know (I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know, I don't know)
I might come, I might go, I don't know
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
Yeah, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from
But I know you wanna roll with the gang
And I know you want the finest of things
Askin' me about settlin' down 'cause you know that things are going my way
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Dominique Jones, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Ozan Yildrim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
In the Bible
Okay, okay, okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
Told the girls to meet at Tao
Now y'all doin' shots, now them bitches got you fired up
Don't know who you talking 'bout, I'll put that on the Bible
Turnin' up on me, don't make me turn it back around
And you know
Think I'm Tiger Woods, the way I'm teed off the 17
And you know pockets on whatever, jeans forever green
And you know, told me lotta things, but ain't say everything
But now I know every single thing, there was plenty things I didn't know
Plenty things you didn't say, was f*ckin' with you anyway
Was f*ckin' with you way before you had some confessions to make
You decide to take it to the grave, I know you gon' take it
And you know (and you know, and you know)
Okay, okay, okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
Okay, okay, okay
Trenches bitch, I got her a salon
Gucci and Pucci, it's deep in her budget
She hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
She only play me in the whip
India Royale cosmetic, I'm just promotin' my bitch
Drake song do a billion streams for sure, I'm just promotin' her shit
Nasty with it
Take her to Sono Bello and get her some massive titties
Fashion nigga
Rhude call when they drop like send my addy with it
Bitch left me and I'm glad she did it
Know I be testin' bitches
Back to back, I'm wrestlin' with 'em
Lean voice, I'm raspy with it
I did my dance one time on TikTok then went viral with it
Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Okay, okay, okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
You've been on my mind
We've been spendin' time, but I'm scared
A good girl inside (a good girl inside)
But you're tainted every time that I'm there (tainted)
Here we are now and it's crazy
Held my flaws down to you, baby
You love, you trust, you trust
I'm not what you think
Don't be proud of me
I'm not what you feel
And you gon' see it real soon
I'm not what you think
Don't be proud of me
I'm not what you feel
And when you see the real, will you still want me?
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
Told the girls to meet at Tao
Now y'all doin' shots, now them bitches got you fired up
Don't know who you talking 'bout, I'll put that on the Bible
Turnin' up on me, don't make me turn it back around
And you know
Think I'm Tiger Woods, the way I'm teed off the 17
And you know pockets on whatever, jeans forever green
And you know, told me lotta things, but ain't say everything
But now I know every single thing, there was plenty things I didn't know
Plenty things you didn't say, was f*ckin' with you anyway
Was f*ckin' with you way before you had some confessions to make
You decide to take it to the grave, I know you gon' take it
And you know (and you know, and you know)
Okay, okay, okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
Okay, okay, okay
Trenches bitch, I got her a salon
Gucci and Pucci, it's deep in her budget
She hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
She only play me in the whip
India Royale cosmetic, I'm just promotin' my bitch
Drake song do a billion streams for sure, I'm just promotin' her shit
Nasty with it
Take her to Sono Bello and get her some massive titties
Fashion nigga
Rhude call when they drop like send my addy with it
Bitch left me and I'm glad she did it
Know I be testin' bitches
Back to back, I'm wrestlin' with 'em
Lean voice, I'm raspy with it
I did my dance one time on TikTok then went viral with it
Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Okay, okay, okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
You've been on my mind
We've been spendin' time, but I'm scared
A good girl inside (a good girl inside)
But you're tainted every time that I'm there (tainted)
Here we are now and it's crazy
Held my flaws down to you, baby
You love, you trust, you trust
I'm not what you think
Don't be proud of me
I'm not what you feel
And you gon' see it real soon
I'm not what you think
Don't be proud of me
I'm not what you feel
And when you see the real, will you still want me?
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Austin Schindler, Durk Banks, Eliel Afari-Brown, Giveon Evans, Leon Thomas, Noah Shebib, Simon Gebrelul
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love All
Previously on Ready To Die
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Never had a lot, this is all I need
Lost individuals is all I see
Grab the top spot like "pardon my reach"
Woke up one day and it was all on me
If it comes down, it's gon' fall on me
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Long way down from the heights I'm chasin'
Just touched down, I was lights out in Vegas
Girls checkin' in 'cause my lifestyle dangerous
Hard to tell people that I'm all out of favors
Call me for songs or they call me for paper
Turnin' off my phone for the night now, baby
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Some of my niggas don't love me
We should sit down before shit turns ugly
We should sit down since you said things about me
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all still with 'em
Nigga, y'all chill with 'em, and y'all wonder why we not friends?
Best thing I can do is not build with you
When I could destroy you, that takes some f*ckin' discipline
I could send a team to come drill you
I got a billion or two and I know where the f*ck you live
Niggas gotta chill with talking gangsta
You should just thank us, humble yourselves a little bit
This ain't the same Shawn that you knew once
I don't shine shoes, uh, this ain't what you want, no
All that back and forth on the internet
Nigga, we don't tennis that, y'all gotta do something, yeah
Only thing we 'spect now is violence
Anything besides this, we playing violins, uh
I'm public enemy
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all want me to be friendly
Niggas want sympathy after they wanted to end me
Be those closest to it, be the very ones that envy
Shout out to the family
I don't want no friends no more, not many understand me
Everybody want something
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
But everybody want something
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Never had a lot, this is all I need
Lost individuals is all I see
Grab the top spot like "pardon my reach"
Woke up one day and it was all on me
If it comes down, it's gon' fall on me
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Long way down from the heights I'm chasin'
Just touched down, I was lights out in Vegas
Girls checkin' in 'cause my lifestyle dangerous
Hard to tell people that I'm all out of favors
Call me for songs or they call me for paper
Turnin' off my phone for the night now, baby
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Some of my niggas don't love me
We should sit down before shit turns ugly
We should sit down since you said things about me
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all still with 'em
Nigga, y'all chill with 'em, and y'all wonder why we not friends?
Best thing I can do is not build with you
When I could destroy you, that takes some f*ckin' discipline
I could send a team to come drill you
I got a billion or two and I know where the f*ck you live
Niggas gotta chill with talking gangsta
You should just thank us, humble yourselves a little bit
This ain't the same Shawn that you knew once
I don't shine shoes, uh, this ain't what you want, no
All that back and forth on the internet
Nigga, we don't tennis that, y'all gotta do something, yeah
Only thing we 'spect now is violence
Anything besides this, we playing violins, uh
I'm public enemy
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all want me to be friendly
Niggas want sympathy after they wanted to end me
Be those closest to it, be the very ones that envy
Shout out to the family
I don't want no friends no more, not many understand me
Everybody want something
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
But everybody want something
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
Never had a lot, this is all I need
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Christopher Riddick-Tynes, Christopher Wallace, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Leon Thomas, Ozan Yildrim, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Steven A. Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fair Trade
I don't understand why you blame me
Take me as I am, it's the same me
We should be (yeah)
Senseless sight to see
Yeah
Senseless sight to see
Ayy
Feelin' young but they treat me like the OG
And they want the tea on me, I swear these bitches nosy
Said he put some money on my head, I guess we gon' see
I won't put no money on his head, my niggas owe me
I gotta be single for a while, you can't control me
Uno, dos, tres, in a race, they can't hold me
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
And I'm too about it
And the dirt that they threw on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
I'm outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
Outside, frontline, Southside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
Look, don't invite me over if you throw another pity party
Lookin' back, it's hard to tell you where I started
I don't know who love me, but I know that it ain't everybody
I can never love her, she a busybody
Baby, if you want me, can't be turnin' up with everybody, nah
Can't be f*ckin' on just anybody, yeah
I got feelings for you, that's the thing about it, yeah
You know that it's somethin' when I sing about it, yeah
Mama used to be on disability but gave me this ability
And now she walkin' with her head high and her back straight
I don't think you feelin' me, I'm out here
Bein' everything they said I wouldn't be or couldn't be
I don't know what happened to them guys that said they would be
I said, "See you at the top," and they misunderstood me
I hold no resentment in my heart, that's that maturity
And we don't keep it on us anymore, it's with security
I'm outside (yeah), twenty-nine (yeah), G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
I don't understand why you blame me
Take me as I am, it's the same me (I'm tryin')
Senseless sight to see (outside)
Senseless sight to see
Rollin' in a Rolls and ain't no safety
Ridin' rich and wavy
Gotta roll over to you, gotta get my release
Spread your legs downtown, as I'm goin' out to eat
You can hear them raw sounds when I rock, I make you sleep (oh, oh)
I'ma roll on 'em 'fore I ever let 'em roll on me
Split this one down the middle, wake up in a harmony (sick)
Worry, sick, I'm sick of worryin' (sick, sick)
It's just the worryin', I'd rather bury them
I'm talkin' fake friends and skeletons (yeah)
Early mornin' shoulder rubs and lawyers sounding celebrant (it's lit)
I'm never settlin', this shit get darker than my melanin (ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
At the crib all by myself, this shit been cavin' in
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite them
That butterfly emoji hold me down and all my babies them (yeah)
Purple demon face one push away, he got the K on him
I broke bread instead of watchin' niggas break down (break it)
And saved a couple bitches too like I'm from Cape Town
Know their position, you know ass up with the face down (let's go)
I'm never content, two mil' a event, I get it frequent
I make an expense, to me it's just cents
I'm droppin' the top, not to feel the wind
I'm droppin' the top 'cause bro tryna spin
She droppin' her top, she back again
F*ck her 'cause she at the crib again, company (yeah, yeah)
I let it slide when I really shoulda slid (ooh, ooh)
After all the shit I did
Look at how they repayin' me back (oh, oh-oh, oh)
Now follow my lead
Tell me what type of payment is that? (Oh, oh-oh), I put that on my kid
And my trust, yeah, it is what it is (oh, oh)
And I'm outside (ah-ah, ah-ah), twenty-nine, G5 (ah-ah, ah-ah), seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (ah-ah, ah)
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (oh, oh)
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
I don't understand why you blame me
Just take me as I am, it's the same me
We should be senseless sight to see
Senseless sight to see
Up on a mountain (up on a mountain)
Search through the valley (search through the valley)
You hear me calling (you hear me calling)
Won't you come find me? (Won't you come find me?)
Please don't forsake me (please don't forsake me)
All of a sudden (all of a sudden)
My heart is breaking (breaking)
I feel it coming, I, I
Take me as I am, it's the same me
We should be (yeah)
Senseless sight to see
Yeah
Senseless sight to see
Ayy
Feelin' young but they treat me like the OG
And they want the tea on me, I swear these bitches nosy
Said he put some money on my head, I guess we gon' see
I won't put no money on his head, my niggas owe me
I gotta be single for a while, you can't control me
Uno, dos, tres, in a race, they can't hold me
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
And I'm too about it
And the dirt that they threw on my name
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
I'm outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
Outside, frontline, Southside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
Look, don't invite me over if you throw another pity party
Lookin' back, it's hard to tell you where I started
I don't know who love me, but I know that it ain't everybody
I can never love her, she a busybody
Baby, if you want me, can't be turnin' up with everybody, nah
Can't be f*ckin' on just anybody, yeah
I got feelings for you, that's the thing about it, yeah
You know that it's somethin' when I sing about it, yeah
Mama used to be on disability but gave me this ability
And now she walkin' with her head high and her back straight
I don't think you feelin' me, I'm out here
Bein' everything they said I wouldn't be or couldn't be
I don't know what happened to them guys that said they would be
I said, "See you at the top," and they misunderstood me
I hold no resentment in my heart, that's that maturity
And we don't keep it on us anymore, it's with security
I'm outside (yeah), twenty-nine (yeah), G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
I don't understand why you blame me
Take me as I am, it's the same me (I'm tryin')
Senseless sight to see (outside)
Senseless sight to see
Rollin' in a Rolls and ain't no safety
Ridin' rich and wavy
Gotta roll over to you, gotta get my release
Spread your legs downtown, as I'm goin' out to eat
You can hear them raw sounds when I rock, I make you sleep (oh, oh)
I'ma roll on 'em 'fore I ever let 'em roll on me
Split this one down the middle, wake up in a harmony (sick)
Worry, sick, I'm sick of worryin' (sick, sick)
It's just the worryin', I'd rather bury them
I'm talkin' fake friends and skeletons (yeah)
Early mornin' shoulder rubs and lawyers sounding celebrant (it's lit)
I'm never settlin', this shit get darker than my melanin (ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
At the crib all by myself, this shit been cavin' in
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite them
That butterfly emoji hold me down and all my babies them (yeah)
Purple demon face one push away, he got the K on him
I broke bread instead of watchin' niggas break down (break it)
And saved a couple bitches too like I'm from Cape Town
Know their position, you know ass up with the face down (let's go)
I'm never content, two mil' a event, I get it frequent
I make an expense, to me it's just cents
I'm droppin' the top, not to feel the wind
I'm droppin' the top 'cause bro tryna spin
She droppin' her top, she back again
F*ck her 'cause she at the crib again, company (yeah, yeah)
I let it slide when I really shoulda slid (ooh, ooh)
After all the shit I did
Look at how they repayin' me back (oh, oh-oh, oh)
Now follow my lead
Tell me what type of payment is that? (Oh, oh-oh), I put that on my kid
And my trust, yeah, it is what it is (oh, oh)
And I'm outside (ah-ah, ah-ah), twenty-nine, G5 (ah-ah, ah-ah), seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (ah-ah, ah)
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (oh, oh)
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
I don't understand why you blame me
Just take me as I am, it's the same me
We should be senseless sight to see
Senseless sight to see
Up on a mountain (up on a mountain)
Search through the valley (search through the valley)
You hear me calling (you hear me calling)
Won't you come find me? (Won't you come find me?)
Please don't forsake me (please don't forsake me)
All of a sudden (all of a sudden)
My heart is breaking (breaking)
I feel it coming, I, I
Writer: Francesca Kyla Mosocovich, Jacques Berman, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Jerome Lloyd Wade Varren, Michael Oliver Gordon, Ozan Yildirim, Aubrey Drake Graham, Brandon Banks, Charlotte Day Wilson, Dernst Emile, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Jacques Berman Webster, Kenneth B. Edmonds, Marcus Antwon Reddick, Michael Gordon, R. S. Antoine, Teo Halm, Varren Jerome Lloyd Wade
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Way 2 Sexy
I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy, it hurts
I'm too sexy for Milan
Too sexy for Milan
New York or Japan
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for your girl
Too sexy for this world
Too sexy for this ice
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for this chain
Too sexy for your gang
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for the trap
Too sexy for that cap
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (okay)
I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (way too sexy)
And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (way too sexy)
And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay
Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (way too sexy)
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (sixty piece)
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (whoa, whoa)
Yeah, I like it crowded
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it
I'ma f*ck her friends and send her back to metro housin'
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for your girl
Too sexy for this world
Too sexy for this ice
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for this chain
Too sexy for your gang
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for the trap
Too sexy for that cap
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I pop out, get ghost on a bitch, she don't know where I went (where I go?)
Pray for all my dogs, all my niggas behind the fence (prayer)
Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal
Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker
Young niggas always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers
Young nigga havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
That's that action, her best work on her knees (whoa)
Too sexy for this cash
Too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for these pills, I'm too sexy for this
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me (whoa)
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a bitch look sexy (whoa, whoa)
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for your girl
Too sexy for this world
Too sexy for this ice
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for this chain
Too sexy for your gang
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for the trap
Too sexy for that cap
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
Too sexy to count (ah), fetty (ooh)
My neck baguetty (hoo)
Red diamonds, spaghetti (ooh)
This paper, I shred it (yeah)
I swindled, no sweatin'
I saw you (bitch), beggin' (ho)
Goddamn, you petty (ha)
I ain't done spendin' (yeah)
No penny pinch, I spend it (spend)
Bags in and out (let's get bags)
My man ain't gon' steal it (on God)
Hundred bags for her (hundred bags)
Make these young hoes wish they was rich (woo)
All-green gators, they look like a switch (yeah)
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)
I'm too sexy (yeah)
My neck (yeah), baguetties (yeah)
Molest me (whoa), caress me (whoa)
I'll let you (ah), todayski (ski)
I been kickin' shit (whoa, whoa), might need a prosthetic (yeah)
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (woo)
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy, it hurts
I'm too sexy for Milan
Too sexy for Milan
New York or Japan
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for your girl
Too sexy for this world
Too sexy for this ice
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for this chain
Too sexy for your gang
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for the trap
Too sexy for that cap
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (okay)
I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (way too sexy)
And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (way too sexy)
And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay
Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (way too sexy)
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (sixty piece)
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (whoa, whoa)
Yeah, I like it crowded
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it
I'ma f*ck her friends and send her back to metro housin'
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for your girl
Too sexy for this world
Too sexy for this ice
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for this chain
Too sexy for your gang
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for the trap
Too sexy for that cap
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I pop out, get ghost on a bitch, she don't know where I went (where I go?)
Pray for all my dogs, all my niggas behind the fence (prayer)
Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal
Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker
Young niggas always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers
Young nigga havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
That's that action, her best work on her knees (whoa)
Too sexy for this cash
Too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for these pills, I'm too sexy for this
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me (whoa)
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a bitch look sexy (whoa, whoa)
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm too sexy for this syrup
Too sexy for your girl
Too sexy for this world
Too sexy for this ice
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for this chain
Too sexy for your gang
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I'm too sexy for the trap
Too sexy for that cap
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
Too sexy to count (ah), fetty (ooh)
My neck baguetty (hoo)
Red diamonds, spaghetti (ooh)
This paper, I shred it (yeah)
I swindled, no sweatin'
I saw you (bitch), beggin' (ho)
Goddamn, you petty (ha)
I ain't done spendin' (yeah)
No penny pinch, I spend it (spend)
Bags in and out (let's get bags)
My man ain't gon' steal it (on God)
Hundred bags for her (hundred bags)
Make these young hoes wish they was rich (woo)
All-green gators, they look like a switch (yeah)
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)
I'm too sexy (yeah)
My neck (yeah), baguetties (yeah)
Molest me (whoa), caress me (whoa)
I'll let you (ah), todayski (ski)
I been kickin' shit (whoa, whoa), might need a prosthetic (yeah)
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (woo)
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Bryan Simmons, Jeffery Williams, Lesidney Ragland, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
TSU
Yeah, we back
What's up, ladies?
Swishahouse, baby
What's up to all the ladies on the north side, south side, east side, west side?
What's up in Bay City?
What's up to all the ladies in Louisiana?
What's up to all the ladies in Dallas, Austin, San Antonio?
Marshall, Prairie View, it's goin' down
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
TSU ladies
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
I'ma just give it to you direct, instead of me throwin' this shit
You know you important and shit
You know I'm supportin' this shit
We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit
I got like four on the wrist and an adorable kid
I got a Drac' in the studio, and I don't just mean that I'm in this bitch
Please make the most of this shit
Don't just come close to some shit
I give you this bread, you run me some head
And then you go glow up a bit
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
Her daddy is not around, mama is definitely not around
She got a business plan, but she just ain't had time to write it down
Stay with her sister now, she got a man, but he out of town
Soon as he out of town, they hop in his whip and they ride around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin', slidin'
Thought about trappin' a player before, but that just ain't right, right
Look in the mirror if you wanna look at some things on the bright side
You popped a 325, you feelin' too good to worry tonight
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just rec-
Ayy, black boxes with the bow and rose
Zara heels bound to give you Zara toes
Back that thing up, it's a wide load, shawty
I don't even know where the time goes, shawty
Know you got some brand new life goals
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
I know, yeah
So, why you gotta be so hard-headed?
Why you wanna ask? Girl, you know what I did
Actin' like you don't already know what that is
Baby, just relax, I'm on your side
I will not discuss it with nobody
Neither of our pasts 'bout to go away
You made me forget about it anyway
I know, I know
Black boxes with the bow and rose
Little side hustle with the Fashion Nova
Know we both came from a broken home, shawty
Mom and daddy didn't really get along, shawty
Heard you got some brand new life goals
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
I know, know, know, know, know
When birds cry
Here on 73rd, the smoke and fry
Sittin' crooked
Damn
Man, this motherf*ckin' drink got me feelin' good than a motherf*cker
What's up, ladies?
Swishahouse, baby
What's up to all the ladies on the north side, south side, east side, west side?
What's up in Bay City?
What's up to all the ladies in Louisiana?
What's up to all the ladies in Dallas, Austin, San Antonio?
Marshall, Prairie View, it's goin' down
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
TSU ladies
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
I'ma just give it to you direct, instead of me throwin' this shit
You know you important and shit
You know I'm supportin' this shit
We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit
I got like four on the wrist and an adorable kid
I got a Drac' in the studio, and I don't just mean that I'm in this bitch
Please make the most of this shit
Don't just come close to some shit
I give you this bread, you run me some head
And then you go glow up a bit
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
Her daddy is not around, mama is definitely not around
She got a business plan, but she just ain't had time to write it down
Stay with her sister now, she got a man, but he out of town
Soon as he out of town, they hop in his whip and they ride around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin', slidin'
Thought about trappin' a player before, but that just ain't right, right
Look in the mirror if you wanna look at some things on the bright side
You popped a 325, you feelin' too good to worry tonight
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just rec-
Ayy, black boxes with the bow and rose
Zara heels bound to give you Zara toes
Back that thing up, it's a wide load, shawty
I don't even know where the time goes, shawty
Know you got some brand new life goals
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
I know, yeah
So, why you gotta be so hard-headed?
Why you wanna ask? Girl, you know what I did
Actin' like you don't already know what that is
Baby, just relax, I'm on your side
I will not discuss it with nobody
Neither of our pasts 'bout to go away
You made me forget about it anyway
I know, I know
Black boxes with the bow and rose
Little side hustle with the Fashion Nova
Know we both came from a broken home, shawty
Mom and daddy didn't really get along, shawty
Heard you got some brand new life goals
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
I know, know, know, know, know
When birds cry
Here on 73rd, the smoke and fry
Sittin' crooked
Damn
Man, this motherf*ckin' drink got me feelin' good than a motherf*cker
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Christopher Cross, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Harley Arsenault, Justin R. Timberlake, Noel Cadastre, Robert S. Kelly, Timothy Z. Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
N 2 Deep
Oh yeah, yeah
Kept the Galleria open 'til ten for you and your friends
You know how I spend in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
I get too crazy, had a little baddina
We stay good friends, we get too wavy
All I know is that when this cup ends, the next one begins
My bae, you know me and you knew me back then
And you know how it goes when I see you again
You know I'm making my way to your ends
And you know I need you to be there for me
You a little Post Oak baby
You a little forty-eight baby
Got a little candy in her pocket
She gon' take off like a
You already know (know, know, know, know)
Dirtied up a cup, I'm on the Northside
Text you but I know you probably courtside
Know I got to come and check the whole man, baby, hold tight
I just touched the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been on a first name basis
Why you think I hate it when you talk that Drake shit?
Same reason that you never left me hangin'
Same reason that I tried to make you famous
Same reason that I tried to show you just who I was
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
Outside of the things that would 'cause you to judge
Outside of the club
Show you just who I was
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
Outside of the things that would cause you to judge
Outside of the club
"Some OVO shit, let's go have some fun, enjoy the show
You know, we in Houston celebrating
We goin' to Houston, Atlanta, Vegas
Y'all already went to Vegas? Now we in Houston
We definitely goin' down
Goddamnit, appreciate you"
Pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
In too deep, in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
Got some bad bitches
That's gon' f*ck me for that AP
F*ck me for that AP, f*ck me for that AP
If I wasn't rappin', baby, I would still be trappin', baby
Comin' down off sippin' 'Techs, boppers on me, hella crazy
New Mercedes for my baby, 2022, updated
Shorty met a sponsor in the club
Shock's spend a hundred like dubs
I'm lovin' droppin' bands on her
Emilio Pucci curvin' her up
We turn the studio into a strip club
Got the strippers goin' way up
Drankin' on Texas and I pop two pills
That's gon' make a nigga stay up
In too, in too deep (poppin' freaks)
Bitch on demon time, she don't get sleep
You get She Nay Nay, number five five, one, two, three, whoa
Pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
In too deep, in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
Kept the Galleria open 'til ten for you and your friends
You know how I spend in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
I get too crazy, had a little baddina
We stay good friends, we get too wavy
All I know is that when this cup ends, the next one begins
My bae, you know me and you knew me back then
And you know how it goes when I see you again
You know I'm making my way to your ends
And you know I need you to be there for me
You a little Post Oak baby
You a little forty-eight baby
Got a little candy in her pocket
She gon' take off like a
You already know (know, know, know, know)
Dirtied up a cup, I'm on the Northside
Text you but I know you probably courtside
Know I got to come and check the whole man, baby, hold tight
I just touched the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been on a first name basis
Why you think I hate it when you talk that Drake shit?
Same reason that you never left me hangin'
Same reason that I tried to make you famous
Same reason that I tried to show you just who I was
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
Outside of the things that would 'cause you to judge
Outside of the club
Show you just who I was
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
Outside of the things that would cause you to judge
Outside of the club
"Some OVO shit, let's go have some fun, enjoy the show
You know, we in Houston celebrating
We goin' to Houston, Atlanta, Vegas
Y'all already went to Vegas? Now we in Houston
We definitely goin' down
Goddamnit, appreciate you"
Pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
In too deep, in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
Got some bad bitches
That's gon' f*ck me for that AP
F*ck me for that AP, f*ck me for that AP
If I wasn't rappin', baby, I would still be trappin', baby
Comin' down off sippin' 'Techs, boppers on me, hella crazy
New Mercedes for my baby, 2022, updated
Shorty met a sponsor in the club
Shock's spend a hundred like dubs
I'm lovin' droppin' bands on her
Emilio Pucci curvin' her up
We turn the studio into a strip club
Got the strippers goin' way up
Drankin' on Texas and I pop two pills
That's gon' make a nigga stay up
In too, in too deep (poppin' freaks)
Bitch on demon time, she don't get sleep
You get She Nay Nay, number five five, one, two, three, whoa
Pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
In too deep, in too deep, oh
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
Writer: Ale Lustig, Aubrey Graham, Bernard James Freeman, Chad Butler, Harley Arsenault, Jay Jenkins, Joseph Wayne IV McVey, Kaushik Barua, Leroy Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Noah Shebib, Noel Cadastre, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Pipe Down
(I'm working on dying)
Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets)
It's like home to me
I tatted your passport up
Now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve
Just know that was all me
And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me
That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you called me
That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
You know I love you more than all them niggas put together
And it's a lot of niggas' trust, I put the list together
And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together
You gotta live that shit for real, you can't just say whatever
You could never tell nobody that you held me down
If it was ride or die then you should've been dead right now
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
Tried to run it back a hundred times
The world is yours, but the city's mine
I can't believe you put it on your mother's life
I can't believe you told me it was ride or die
'Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive
True enough I know you're from the other side
I set my expectations way too high
Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night
I know the book that you would write is a tell-some, not a tell-all
Just to make sure you well off, you would sell all rights
Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright?
That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice
And I'm back poppin', I still remember the day I saw you
I was on your ass like back pockets
Niggas love to hate, but what is that stopping?
So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face
But you're so two-faced, that I don't know which face
You're the reason we'll be going separate ways
You're the reason we cannot communicate
It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
Baby, pipe down
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets)
It's like home to me
I tatted your passport up
Now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve
Just know that was all me
And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me
That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you called me
That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
You know I love you more than all them niggas put together
And it's a lot of niggas' trust, I put the list together
And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together
You gotta live that shit for real, you can't just say whatever
You could never tell nobody that you held me down
If it was ride or die then you should've been dead right now
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
Tried to run it back a hundred times
The world is yours, but the city's mine
I can't believe you put it on your mother's life
I can't believe you told me it was ride or die
'Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive
True enough I know you're from the other side
I set my expectations way too high
Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night
I know the book that you would write is a tell-some, not a tell-all
Just to make sure you well off, you would sell all rights
Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright?
That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice
And I'm back poppin', I still remember the day I saw you
I was on your ass like back pockets
Niggas love to hate, but what is that stopping?
So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face
But you're so two-faced, that I don't know which face
You're the reason we'll be going separate ways
You're the reason we cannot communicate
It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
Baby, pipe down
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Writer: Abdelhady Moamer Hafez, Antoine Walters, Aubrey Graham, Derek Kastal, Lazaro Camejo, Leon Thomas, Robert Elijah Fairfax III, Simon Gebrelul
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Yebbas Heartbreak
How much better can I show my love for you
Than say, "I do, I do, I do"?
I do, I do, I do
You may not know right where you're going
But I do, I do, I do
And all the times you wasn't chosen
Well, I'll make it up to you
All of the feelings you're not showing
When your river's overflowing
It's the truth, swear to you
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
And all that you are, I do
My single line of stars in noon
Reflection of the very moon, I do
I do, I do, I do
Show my love for you
Can I show my love for you?
(Can I show my love for you?)
Than say, "I do, I do, I do"?
I do, I do, I do
You may not know right where you're going
But I do, I do, I do
And all the times you wasn't chosen
Well, I'll make it up to you
All of the feelings you're not showing
When your river's overflowing
It's the truth, swear to you
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
And all that you are, I do
My single line of stars in noon
Reflection of the very moon, I do
I do, I do, I do
Show my love for you
Can I show my love for you?
(Can I show my love for you?)
Writer: Abigail Elizabeth Smith, James Francies
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
No Friends in the Industry
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me more than that
Yeah, I know, I
Hey, hey, yeah
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
No friends in the industry
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
See, when I was young angel but these niggas turned me evil
Yeah, I know I know you, but you really ain't my people
Yeah, I heard some people say they know 'em as my equal
Truth be told, I son these niggas, girl, I don't compete with 'em
Ask about The Boy and they gon' say they got the streets with him
Niggas so offensive knowin' they don't have no defense
Why they always act like we can fix it with a meeting?
All that linking up, man, I'ma see ya when I see ya
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a fact (ayy)
And I'm like Sha'Carri, smoke 'em on and off the track (ayy)
And you love that ho, but me, I put her on her back
You get Drizzy on a track, he'll put you on the map
Oh, it's like that? Hell yeah it's like that (ayy)
And I got a contract, it's a max (ayy)
Since I got in contact, she attached
When I signed my first deal, that shit came through a fax
That should let you know how long I been out here runnin' laps
(I been doin' this for a long time)
Yeah, no friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
No friends in the industry
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
(Ayy, what?)
Damn, this shit too dirty, gotta yellow tape it
And I got her waitin' at the telly naked
We ain't drop though, how you niggas celebratin'?
Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
You niggas f*ck with me, I give 'em motivation
And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'
Rest of them is guilty by association (ayy, what?)
F*ck debatin' who the G.O.A.T.
Better not make the shit up 'bout the numbers all I know
Better not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know
Better find you someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah
And all them tweets and all them posts
Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk
I had a Richard prior to these niggas, that's the joke
I'm really down to die behind these verses in my notes
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a
I could play off the iPod?
Yeah 'cause this a motherf*ckin' 2016, baby
I see the way the lights go, on the dashboard
The lights go to the dashboard
That's how you know it's new, ooh
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me more than that
Yeah, I know, I
Hey, hey, yeah
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
No friends in the industry
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
See, when I was young angel but these niggas turned me evil
Yeah, I know I know you, but you really ain't my people
Yeah, I heard some people say they know 'em as my equal
Truth be told, I son these niggas, girl, I don't compete with 'em
Ask about The Boy and they gon' say they got the streets with him
Niggas so offensive knowin' they don't have no defense
Why they always act like we can fix it with a meeting?
All that linking up, man, I'ma see ya when I see ya
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a fact (ayy)
And I'm like Sha'Carri, smoke 'em on and off the track (ayy)
And you love that ho, but me, I put her on her back
You get Drizzy on a track, he'll put you on the map
Oh, it's like that? Hell yeah it's like that (ayy)
And I got a contract, it's a max (ayy)
Since I got in contact, she attached
When I signed my first deal, that shit came through a fax
That should let you know how long I been out here runnin' laps
(I been doin' this for a long time)
Yeah, no friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
No friends in the industry
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
(Ayy, what?)
Damn, this shit too dirty, gotta yellow tape it
And I got her waitin' at the telly naked
We ain't drop though, how you niggas celebratin'?
Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
You niggas f*ck with me, I give 'em motivation
And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'
Rest of them is guilty by association (ayy, what?)
F*ck debatin' who the G.O.A.T.
Better not make the shit up 'bout the numbers all I know
Better not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know
Better find you someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah
And all them tweets and all them posts
Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk
I had a Richard prior to these niggas, that's the joke
I'm really down to die behind these verses in my notes
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a
I could play off the iPod?
Yeah 'cause this a motherf*ckin' 2016, baby
I see the way the lights go, on the dashboard
The lights go to the dashboard
That's how you know it's new, ooh
Writer: Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Drake Graham, Paul D. Beauregard, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim, Jordan Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Knife Talk
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
To stay ahead in this bitch-a (gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)
Sticker, AK-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang)
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a f*ckin' Raptor (yeah, gang)
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (gang)
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more niggas than a damn reverend (yeah, gang)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)
Yeah (gang)
I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside (gang)
I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherf*ckin' flies (yeah, gang)
Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that f*ckin' pride to the side (gang)
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies (yeah)
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies
I f*ck with her, and f*ck with her, and her
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure (gang)
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts (yeah)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang (gang)
And them choppers sang and the choir sang (yeah, gang)
I'm on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game (gang)
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane (yeah, gang)
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing (gang)
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it (yeah)
(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you)
Gang (yeah)
(Metro)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
To stay ahead in this bitch-a (gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)
Sticker, AK-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang)
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a f*ckin' Raptor (yeah, gang)
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (gang)
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more niggas than a damn reverend (yeah, gang)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)
Yeah (gang)
I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside (gang)
I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherf*ckin' flies (yeah, gang)
Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that f*ckin' pride to the side (gang)
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies (yeah)
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies
I f*ck with her, and f*ck with her, and her
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure (gang)
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts (yeah)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang (gang)
And them choppers sang and the choir sang (yeah, gang)
I'm on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game (gang)
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane (yeah, gang)
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing (gang)
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it (yeah)
(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you)
Gang (yeah)
(Metro)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jerami Davis, Jordan Michael Houston, Leland Tyler Wayne, Patrick Earl Houston, Peter Lee Johnson, Rakim Mayers, Robert Mandell, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
7AM On Bridle Path
Yeah (Go Squad)
Ayy
Look
I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy
Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors
But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see
My nigga, have some decency
Don't move like a puto
Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo
I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto
Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho
With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
You tell 'em I run country, they'll say, "Trudeau"
Papi chulo, grippin' culo
And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes
You boys reachin' new lows
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit
While you findin' all of the loopholes
You niggas move too cold
See the watch collection and assume I got time
'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone
Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"
'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones
Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned
Calacatta marble for my tombstone
Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song
Or any of his old songs
They sing them shits like folk songs
Kumbaya, boom-ba-ye
Know the owl stay on me
Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me
Tryna get the earl grey on me
But I ain't really into talkin' names
Only tee you're getting from me is one for the walk of shame
Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame
High fashion and my life is full of climaxes
And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes
Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses
That's how we passin' time
Hundred thousand on the line
At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine
It never happens half the time
My losing nights are still a vibe
That's the things I accept
You over there in denial, we not neck and neck
It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct
Man, f*ck a "Respectfully," I just want my respect
They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean
People that could've stayed on the team
They played in-between
Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I'm reigning supreme
Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain't what it seems
Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines
You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me
Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please
I could give a f*ck about who designing your sneakers and tees
Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed
Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe
That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya
That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya
You know the fourth level of jealousy's called media
Isn't that an ironic revelation?
Give that address to your driver, make it your destination
'Stead of just a post out of desperation
This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation
While you over there tryna impress the nation
Mind's runnin' wild with the speculation
Why the f*ck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations
If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation?
But let me digress on behalf of the association
I'll play it cool with you, Denmark a nigga like Copenhagen
See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages
In a La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin'
Niggas textin' "Bro," but we are not of no close relation
I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment
Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement
The greatest in the world, there's no debatin'
You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin'
Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages
Look at the total wages
And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages
If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases
Toss around Rollies with the frozen faces
They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you going places"
Never understood where I could really take it
Yeah
Ayy
Look
I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy
Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors
But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see
My nigga, have some decency
Don't move like a puto
Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo
I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto
Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho
With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
You tell 'em I run country, they'll say, "Trudeau"
Papi chulo, grippin' culo
And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes
You boys reachin' new lows
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit
While you findin' all of the loopholes
You niggas move too cold
See the watch collection and assume I got time
'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone
Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"
'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones
Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned
Calacatta marble for my tombstone
Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song
Or any of his old songs
They sing them shits like folk songs
Kumbaya, boom-ba-ye
Know the owl stay on me
Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me
Tryna get the earl grey on me
But I ain't really into talkin' names
Only tee you're getting from me is one for the walk of shame
Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame
High fashion and my life is full of climaxes
And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes
Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses
That's how we passin' time
Hundred thousand on the line
At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine
It never happens half the time
My losing nights are still a vibe
That's the things I accept
You over there in denial, we not neck and neck
It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct
Man, f*ck a "Respectfully," I just want my respect
They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean
People that could've stayed on the team
They played in-between
Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I'm reigning supreme
Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain't what it seems
Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines
You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me
Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please
I could give a f*ck about who designing your sneakers and tees
Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed
Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe
That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya
That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya
You know the fourth level of jealousy's called media
Isn't that an ironic revelation?
Give that address to your driver, make it your destination
'Stead of just a post out of desperation
This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation
While you over there tryna impress the nation
Mind's runnin' wild with the speculation
Why the f*ck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations
If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation?
But let me digress on behalf of the association
I'll play it cool with you, Denmark a nigga like Copenhagen
See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages
In a La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin'
Niggas textin' "Bro," but we are not of no close relation
I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment
Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement
The greatest in the world, there's no debatin'
You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin'
Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages
Look at the total wages
And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages
If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases
Toss around Rollies with the frozen faces
They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you going places"
Never understood where I could really take it
Yeah
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, David Agyepong Duodu, Dylan Taylor Cleary Krell, Maneesh Bidaye, Ronald La Tour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Race My Mind
Just hung up the phone and I
Could already tell that you're comin' home intoxicated, ooh
So you better take your time with me
'Cause I remember last time you wouldn't make love to me
Then you fell fast asleep (I hope you niggas sleep)
Wouldn't even talk to me, no
Say, say I'm so crazy, baby (I'm so crazy)
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
Please, for me
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
For me, please
I wanted you to race my mind, yeah
They said you got high as the sky
Up all night just dancing, huh
I hit you like, "Please come home to me" (come home to me)
But you're not understanding, no
You gon' make me beg, make me plead (plead)
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
I just figured you could make time for me
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh, yeah
Race my mind, I got the keys, please
Picture me rolling through downtown in a A4
Picture my signature on a pair of some J 4s
Picture me carin' what niggas sayin' on Wi-Fi they don't pay for
Knew I needed love, but I think I value the hate more
To push towards things that I prayed for
Retrograde energy shifts are what I was made for
And don't you dare hit me back with no "K, sure"
Soon as I tell you that you the one I would wait for
You too saucy, too flossy, you moved in and moved off me
All to be with niggas who just startin' to move bossy
Maybe I just handled you too softly
Them boys got no Kelis in they blood
If your whole heart wasn't in it, I know a piece of it was
Posted that pic you sent me, it wasn't recent enough
How I'm supposed to wife it? You not Ayesha enough
You love getting T'd up
Love showin' the cakes, you know that they eat it up
Love touching the road as soon as it's heatin' up
Invited you over, you said that you showin' up
All them spelling mistakes, I know that you drunk as f*ck
All them other mistakes, let's let it be what it was
(Them niggas just can't understand it)
I want you to change my mind, I'm praying you pulling up
Know who you be around, I know that they teaming up
Telling you you better off leavin' me in the dust
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
Please, for me
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
For me, please
I wanted you to race my mind, mind
Could already tell that you're comin' home intoxicated, ooh
So you better take your time with me
'Cause I remember last time you wouldn't make love to me
Then you fell fast asleep (I hope you niggas sleep)
Wouldn't even talk to me, no
Say, say I'm so crazy, baby (I'm so crazy)
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
Please, for me
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
For me, please
I wanted you to race my mind, yeah
They said you got high as the sky
Up all night just dancing, huh
I hit you like, "Please come home to me" (come home to me)
But you're not understanding, no
You gon' make me beg, make me plead (plead)
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
I just figured you could make time for me
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh, yeah
Race my mind, I got the keys, please
Picture me rolling through downtown in a A4
Picture my signature on a pair of some J 4s
Picture me carin' what niggas sayin' on Wi-Fi they don't pay for
Knew I needed love, but I think I value the hate more
To push towards things that I prayed for
Retrograde energy shifts are what I was made for
And don't you dare hit me back with no "K, sure"
Soon as I tell you that you the one I would wait for
You too saucy, too flossy, you moved in and moved off me
All to be with niggas who just startin' to move bossy
Maybe I just handled you too softly
Them boys got no Kelis in they blood
If your whole heart wasn't in it, I know a piece of it was
Posted that pic you sent me, it wasn't recent enough
How I'm supposed to wife it? You not Ayesha enough
You love getting T'd up
Love showin' the cakes, you know that they eat it up
Love touching the road as soon as it's heatin' up
Invited you over, you said that you showin' up
All them spelling mistakes, I know that you drunk as f*ck
All them other mistakes, let's let it be what it was
(Them niggas just can't understand it)
I want you to change my mind, I'm praying you pulling up
Know who you be around, I know that they teaming up
Telling you you better off leavin' me in the dust
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
Please, for me
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
For me, please
I wanted you to race my mind, mind
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Noah Shebib, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, David Axelrod, Nile Goveia, Scott Zhang
Copyright: Lyrics © RAILROAD TOWN MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © RAILROAD TOWN MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fountains
How do you know the way I feel?
You got me losing my mind, oh
Try to suppress my emotions
They're bursting like fountains, baby
They take me up, they take me down
I'm getting weak in my knees, oh
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
Baby, longing you make me feel something
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
Oh, baby
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
I cannot fathom this life without you
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
This feels like home now
Come in and stay here
Baby
Baby, baby
Baby, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you know (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel you in my mind
I wanna dance tonight
It's in the air tonight, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it's all your fault
No, I don't wanna say no
You've broken down the door
Don't make me go, no
I just wanna hold you
I need no control, no
Would you let me love you, me love you?
It's all over
I lost my composure
I got love to show you
Would you let me love you, me love you, baby?
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
Baby, longing you make me feel something
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
Oh, baby
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
I cannot fathom this life without you
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
This feels like home now
Come in and stay here
Baby
Baby, baby
You got me losing my mind, oh
Try to suppress my emotions
They're bursting like fountains, baby
They take me up, they take me down
I'm getting weak in my knees, oh
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
Baby, longing you make me feel something
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
Oh, baby
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
I cannot fathom this life without you
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
This feels like home now
Come in and stay here
Baby
Baby, baby
Baby, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you know (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel you in my mind
I wanna dance tonight
It's in the air tonight, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it's all your fault
No, I don't wanna say no
You've broken down the door
Don't make me go, no
I just wanna hold you
I need no control, no
Would you let me love you, me love you?
It's all over
I lost my composure
I got love to show you
Would you let me love you, me love you, baby?
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
Baby, longing you make me feel something
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
Oh, baby
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
I cannot fathom this life without you
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
This feels like home now
Come in and stay here
Baby
Baby, baby
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Mukengerwa Tresor Riziki, Temilade Openiyi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Get Along Better
Uh
This might be too real, too real
Hold me closer in these
Trying times, supposed to be mine
Baby
I need some help just like anyone else
Hold me closer in these
Trying times, open your eyes
Baby
You said you felt something for me (talk to 'em)
I don't know when
Based on the signals you send
Based on the way you apologize
When you came to see me and then (then what?)
You had the nerve to defend (defend what?)
Mistakes that you made at the end
You said I was too invested
And that's what had forced you to go and pretend
I swear you're crazy
Someone that's close to you reached out to me just to see if we had made amends (oh)
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
But now I get along better with your friend (woo)
And it's wrong, I know (know, know, know)
But again (ooh, yeah)
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
I get along better with your friend (oh)
And it's wrong, I know, it's wrong, I know, oh
No
You said you felt, you said you felt
Something that's different from everyone else
You had the nerve to still ask for my help
Dug you out ditches, you buried yourself, ah-oh
You said you fell
And I took your word that night in our hotel
One thing about time, surely, time's gonna tell
Never had to work for much, so you said it yourself, ah-oh, oh
Can't let it go, can't get this out of me
This shit still bothers me
Don't you dare (don't you dare)
Don't say you're proud of me (don't you dare)
That shit's not real to me (don't you dare)
Now you wanna come crack to me (crack, crack)
Three whole years after me
Why did you wait 'til the end?
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
But now I get along better with your friend, friend
And it don't feel wrong, but again
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
I get along better with your friend
Oh, and it's wrong, I know, but again
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
I get along better with your friend
This might be too real, too real
Hold me closer in these
Trying times, supposed to be mine
Baby
I need some help just like anyone else
Hold me closer in these
Trying times, open your eyes
Baby
You said you felt something for me (talk to 'em)
I don't know when
Based on the signals you send
Based on the way you apologize
When you came to see me and then (then what?)
You had the nerve to defend (defend what?)
Mistakes that you made at the end
You said I was too invested
And that's what had forced you to go and pretend
I swear you're crazy
Someone that's close to you reached out to me just to see if we had made amends (oh)
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
But now I get along better with your friend (woo)
And it's wrong, I know (know, know, know)
But again (ooh, yeah)
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
I get along better with your friend (oh)
And it's wrong, I know, it's wrong, I know, oh
No
You said you felt, you said you felt
Something that's different from everyone else
You had the nerve to still ask for my help
Dug you out ditches, you buried yourself, ah-oh
You said you fell
And I took your word that night in our hotel
One thing about time, surely, time's gonna tell
Never had to work for much, so you said it yourself, ah-oh, oh
Can't let it go, can't get this out of me
This shit still bothers me
Don't you dare (don't you dare)
Don't say you're proud of me (don't you dare)
That shit's not real to me (don't you dare)
Now you wanna come crack to me (crack, crack)
Three whole years after me
Why did you wait 'til the end?
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
But now I get along better with your friend, friend
And it don't feel wrong, but again
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
I get along better with your friend
Oh, and it's wrong, I know, but again
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
I get along better with your friend
Writer: Anthony Paul Jefferies, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Noel Newman Sean Cadastre, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
You Only Live Twice
No, I'm never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks
Money callin' so I threw the deuce up
Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin'
Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies?
Standin' on your own is when you realize
When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys
Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark
Never perfect but you know a nigga hard
A rich nigga that'll pull up to the park
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork and some fried rice
Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael Nadal
Don't act like you're happy for me now
Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic collapses
Catalog is immaculate
Still runnin' the game, don't ask me about the practice
Ho, you go on vacation, don't ask me about relaxin'
Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson
The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum
Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'
Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh?
Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can't be love
Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can't be up
That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?
Damn, how can I forgive like this?
I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like this
I had to f*ck a lot of girls to get a kid like this
I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga
That's why I'm movin' all elusive
These boys on they last resort and it's givin' us all inclusive
Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, nigga
Your shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga
Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas?
I just call it like I see it, I ain't even lookin', nigga
I just walk it like I speak and I ain't speakin' to them niggas
I ain't starvin', I'm just greedy, all I eat is pussy, nigga
Don't wan' see these pussy niggas
Y'all can't see me, pussy niggas
You keep talkin' like you eatin', I'ma feed you bullets, nigga
I might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, nigga
Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, nigga
I got bitches doin' lines, I'm Adidas to 'em, nigga
I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple
I'm so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter
I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window
Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack
Money trail right on track
With that big body Maybach like it's a little Pontiac
All my chains look like snakes, that's some real diamondbacks
Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back
I don't chill, I react
On the scale, my pockets fat
And to this whale, you like a ant
I'ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass
And on this Codeine, I'm a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass
I'm the hottest on the cellblock, I promise
I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott
Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop
Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi
Money callin' so I threw the deuce up
Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin'
Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies?
Standin' on your own is when you realize
When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys
Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark
Never perfect but you know a nigga hard
A rich nigga that'll pull up to the park
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork and some fried rice
Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael Nadal
Don't act like you're happy for me now
Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic collapses
Catalog is immaculate
Still runnin' the game, don't ask me about the practice
Ho, you go on vacation, don't ask me about relaxin'
Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson
The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum
Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'
Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh?
Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can't be love
Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can't be up
That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?
Damn, how can I forgive like this?
I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like this
I had to f*ck a lot of girls to get a kid like this
I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga
That's why I'm movin' all elusive
These boys on they last resort and it's givin' us all inclusive
Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, nigga
Your shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga
Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas?
I just call it like I see it, I ain't even lookin', nigga
I just walk it like I speak and I ain't speakin' to them niggas
I ain't starvin', I'm just greedy, all I eat is pussy, nigga
Don't wan' see these pussy niggas
Y'all can't see me, pussy niggas
You keep talkin' like you eatin', I'ma feed you bullets, nigga
I might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, nigga
Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, nigga
I got bitches doin' lines, I'm Adidas to 'em, nigga
I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple
I'm so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter
I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window
Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack
Money trail right on track
With that big body Maybach like it's a little Pontiac
All my chains look like snakes, that's some real diamondbacks
Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back
I don't chill, I react
On the scale, my pockets fat
And to this whale, you like a ant
I'ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass
And on this Codeine, I'm a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass
I'm the hottest on the cellblock, I promise
I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott
Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop
Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Dwayne Carter, William II Roberts, Brian Reid, Roosevelt III Harrell
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
IMY2
I think that's what life is about
Truly finding yourself
And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep
Lifted are my days, my dreams are vivid colors (woo)
The jet is low, they make me take your trips, we fly by (let's go)
No stress is on my brain, no worries here, I'm chosen (yeah, yeah)
Made another way, my nigga, watch me go shine
When I close my eyes, my world comes alive (yeah)
La-la-la-la-la-la
People grow, good times sometimes (nigga)
Real niggas in life survive (yeah)
And I'm sailin' to the edge of my mind
Nigga, double up life (yeah, yeah)
Set the tempo, got a nympho on my line (yeah-yeah)
Said she wanna unwind (she do)
And I'm focused on gettin' more
They too stuck on gettin' even, I'm ready for it
We should really be together more
'Cause I know we got some time but I'm never sure
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Finding myself as the days
Fly by like us on the move
You told me I was a phase
Okay, fine, I miss you too
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
All these people that love you don't know you
How am I supposed to move?
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
How am I supposed to move?
All my niggas rally 'round me
Bold niggas gettin' real italics 'round me
Finally circled, found the purple
Undisclosed amounts straight from Universal
Too commercial, 'leven years later, I done found my purpose
Here I am, oh, they mad
Goin' out swingin' for 'em, goin' out sad
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Finding myself as the days
Fly by like us on the move
You told me I was a phase
Okay, fine, I miss you too
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
All these people that love you don't know you
How am I supposed to move?
Gettin' more
We should really be together more
But I'm never sure
Truly finding yourself
And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep
Lifted are my days, my dreams are vivid colors (woo)
The jet is low, they make me take your trips, we fly by (let's go)
No stress is on my brain, no worries here, I'm chosen (yeah, yeah)
Made another way, my nigga, watch me go shine
When I close my eyes, my world comes alive (yeah)
La-la-la-la-la-la
People grow, good times sometimes (nigga)
Real niggas in life survive (yeah)
And I'm sailin' to the edge of my mind
Nigga, double up life (yeah, yeah)
Set the tempo, got a nympho on my line (yeah-yeah)
Said she wanna unwind (she do)
And I'm focused on gettin' more
They too stuck on gettin' even, I'm ready for it
We should really be together more
'Cause I know we got some time but I'm never sure
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Finding myself as the days
Fly by like us on the move
You told me I was a phase
Okay, fine, I miss you too
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
All these people that love you don't know you
How am I supposed to move?
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
How am I supposed to move?
All my niggas rally 'round me
Bold niggas gettin' real italics 'round me
Finally circled, found the purple
Undisclosed amounts straight from Universal
Too commercial, 'leven years later, I done found my purpose
Here I am, oh, they mad
Goin' out swingin' for 'em, goin' out sad
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Finding myself as the days
Fly by like us on the move
You told me I was a phase
Okay, fine, I miss you too
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
All these people that love you don't know you
How am I supposed to move?
Gettin' more
We should really be together more
But I'm never sure
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Ayoub Benfaress, Clifford E Owuor, Dounia Aznou, Eddy Bizimana, Harley Arsenault, Kaniel Castaneda, Scott Mescudi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fucking Fans
I'm still working on me
And I'm coming back better for you (I'm comin' back, oh-ooh)
Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness
That I took advantage of
You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, uh
(I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)
And you try block it out
I'm so sorry for letting you down (oh-oh, oh-ah)
I should've came home, came home sooner
You'd probably still be there if I
Came home, love you like I treat ya
You'd still be there
My girl, my lil' baby speechless
You'd still be there, baby
I'm still working on me (work it)
And I'm coming back with a plan
And there's money in my hand, baby (work it)
You said I was f*cking up when I was out here f*cking fans
Damn, and it made you look crazy
Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy (ooh-ah)
While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (oh)
Ayy, yeah
Nights when I just needed to hold somebody
Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody
Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body
I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you
How am I supposed to get to know somebody?
Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party
I can not be trusted on my own with nobody
I can not be
If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless
If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless
I was out here f*cking fans, I was shameless
Yeah, and I know that
You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you
Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do
Hard for me to justify the women I was into
Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you
Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to
Then I had a kid even though I never planned to
I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news
I know that
Probably made you wanna hit the streets on everything
Probably made you wanna pour bleach on everything
Probably made you wanna kill me on everything
Yeah, trust, I know that (trust, I know)
Dialing, I'ma say two, zero, one, four
'Cause you're on the same shit that you was on before
I know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
Could see it in your boyfriend eyes at the show
Don't tell me let it go, I'm a letting go pro
You don't wanna grow but we gotta outgrow
Went six digits on the lock screen code
You crack into that ho and it's gon' be a lot of smoke
We both gettin' rich but the trust getting broke
Tear me down with words but I know that's how you cope
Cover up a lot, can't cover up your soul
Know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
(Trust, I know that, trust, I know)
And I'm coming back better for you (I'm comin' back, oh-ooh)
Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness
That I took advantage of
You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, uh
(I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)
And you try block it out
I'm so sorry for letting you down (oh-oh, oh-ah)
I should've came home, came home sooner
You'd probably still be there if I
Came home, love you like I treat ya
You'd still be there
My girl, my lil' baby speechless
You'd still be there, baby
I'm still working on me (work it)
And I'm coming back with a plan
And there's money in my hand, baby (work it)
You said I was f*cking up when I was out here f*cking fans
Damn, and it made you look crazy
Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy (ooh-ah)
While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (oh)
Ayy, yeah
Nights when I just needed to hold somebody
Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody
Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body
I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you
How am I supposed to get to know somebody?
Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party
I can not be trusted on my own with nobody
I can not be
If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless
If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless
I was out here f*cking fans, I was shameless
Yeah, and I know that
You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you
Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do
Hard for me to justify the women I was into
Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you
Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to
Then I had a kid even though I never planned to
I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news
I know that
Probably made you wanna hit the streets on everything
Probably made you wanna pour bleach on everything
Probably made you wanna kill me on everything
Yeah, trust, I know that (trust, I know)
Dialing, I'ma say two, zero, one, four
'Cause you're on the same shit that you was on before
I know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
Could see it in your boyfriend eyes at the show
Don't tell me let it go, I'm a letting go pro
You don't wanna grow but we gotta outgrow
Went six digits on the lock screen code
You crack into that ho and it's gon' be a lot of smoke
We both gettin' rich but the trust getting broke
Tear me down with words but I know that's how you cope
Cover up a lot, can't cover up your soul
Know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
(Trust, I know that, trust, I know)
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Noah James Shebib, Noel Newman Sean Cadastre, Peter Ian Ring
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Remorse
Yeah (huh)
Yeah
Look, me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap
People recognize me from the TV, but I'm done with that
People don't wanna see me succeed, this shit come with that
Even when I come back, I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back
Soon as I left, I had to make peace with that
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts
Even if they make a movie 'bout us, this shit'll be hard to reenact
Dislocated shoulder, it's hard to be always reaching back
All these IOUs, it's hard for me to be keeping track
Friends that dedicated they life to just keeping me intact
Hard to pay 40, pay Noel, pay Niko back
All the nights I needed to vent to someone and CJ sat
All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at
All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed
At times he had to double back
I mean even with a salary you can't put no prices on that
There is no salary cap, there is no paying 'em back, for real
I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix
Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this
Shots gotta fly either way now, make it or miss
Overtime, I was all good, we take it in shifts
What would you do if it wasn't this? That's a hard one
The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from
Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from
Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done
Delusional is a space I like to think that I'm far from
My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from
Bet against me, don't know where they're getting their odds from
I know that when it's done, I'm going wherever God's from
But I still don't know where I get the calm from
Yeah
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah (whoa, whoa)
(Yeah)
Look, gotta hold my head high up with two dry eyes
I told you everything is fine, dawg, but I lied
I be tryna draw the line, but it's a fine line
And I'm drowning out the noise from the sideline
Sometimes it's louder than the voice I got in my mind
I can't even hear myself when I get quiet time
Like how they telling me I'm done when I'm in my prime?
They've been tryna push the narrative since '09
And they even had my ass convinced a couple times
But that ain't even the half, I had tougher times
Only look for sympathy inside my mothers eyes
And it's whatever with them niggas on the other side
We got problems we could never really put aside
I cracked the door for us all, put my foot inside
I tried to kill them boys with kindness, but they wouldn't die
So now I kill 'em all for acting like they couldn't die, yeah
My hard work doesn't just pay off, it pays all the family debts off
I'm taking heads off, Future out here like Irving Azoff
Houses paid off, label paid off, my soul for the money wasn't the trade off
Unlike most of you boys that fade off
I feel guilty taking some days off
Please don't Google my net worth, the numbers are way off
I mean if you comparing it to what I really made off with
I'm more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off
Trust me it was nothing light, holmes
They tried to give me a slice of the pie and I took the knife home
I know you love me
Can't picture being a hubby, finger too stubby to fit a ring on
Unless Kawhi wanna run it back
Other than that, the strings will be unattached
Certified Lover Boy, I'm not the one for cuddling or none of that
Y'all music gets watered down when you love 'em back
And you know what I'm on, blowing past ya, owning masters
Said you're like a father figure to me
But now daddy's not around, so I'm a bastard
Oh, of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more
Soft spot for all of the ones that came before, I can't ignore it
I'm always tryna rekindle
From the bottom to the top, man, what's it like in the middle?
From the lemon-faced radio host that love to be bitter
To my dawgs in the game who wasn't pick of the litter
For the young Gs out here starting from the beginning
Nobody praying for you when you winning, don't forget it
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
Yeah (ooh, yeah)
And it's hard when it starts to fade away
Hard when it starts to fade away
It's hard when the memories start to fade away
Its hard when the memories start to fade away
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, ooh) so beautiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Look, me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap
People recognize me from the TV, but I'm done with that
People don't wanna see me succeed, this shit come with that
Even when I come back, I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back
Soon as I left, I had to make peace with that
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts
Even if they make a movie 'bout us, this shit'll be hard to reenact
Dislocated shoulder, it's hard to be always reaching back
All these IOUs, it's hard for me to be keeping track
Friends that dedicated they life to just keeping me intact
Hard to pay 40, pay Noel, pay Niko back
All the nights I needed to vent to someone and CJ sat
All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at
All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed
At times he had to double back
I mean even with a salary you can't put no prices on that
There is no salary cap, there is no paying 'em back, for real
I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix
Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this
Shots gotta fly either way now, make it or miss
Overtime, I was all good, we take it in shifts
What would you do if it wasn't this? That's a hard one
The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from
Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from
Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done
Delusional is a space I like to think that I'm far from
My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from
Bet against me, don't know where they're getting their odds from
I know that when it's done, I'm going wherever God's from
But I still don't know where I get the calm from
Yeah
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah (whoa, whoa)
(Yeah)
Look, gotta hold my head high up with two dry eyes
I told you everything is fine, dawg, but I lied
I be tryna draw the line, but it's a fine line
And I'm drowning out the noise from the sideline
Sometimes it's louder than the voice I got in my mind
I can't even hear myself when I get quiet time
Like how they telling me I'm done when I'm in my prime?
They've been tryna push the narrative since '09
And they even had my ass convinced a couple times
But that ain't even the half, I had tougher times
Only look for sympathy inside my mothers eyes
And it's whatever with them niggas on the other side
We got problems we could never really put aside
I cracked the door for us all, put my foot inside
I tried to kill them boys with kindness, but they wouldn't die
So now I kill 'em all for acting like they couldn't die, yeah
My hard work doesn't just pay off, it pays all the family debts off
I'm taking heads off, Future out here like Irving Azoff
Houses paid off, label paid off, my soul for the money wasn't the trade off
Unlike most of you boys that fade off
I feel guilty taking some days off
Please don't Google my net worth, the numbers are way off
I mean if you comparing it to what I really made off with
I'm more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off
Trust me it was nothing light, holmes
They tried to give me a slice of the pie and I took the knife home
I know you love me
Can't picture being a hubby, finger too stubby to fit a ring on
Unless Kawhi wanna run it back
Other than that, the strings will be unattached
Certified Lover Boy, I'm not the one for cuddling or none of that
Y'all music gets watered down when you love 'em back
And you know what I'm on, blowing past ya, owning masters
Said you're like a father figure to me
But now daddy's not around, so I'm a bastard
Oh, of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more
Soft spot for all of the ones that came before, I can't ignore it
I'm always tryna rekindle
From the bottom to the top, man, what's it like in the middle?
From the lemon-faced radio host that love to be bitter
To my dawgs in the game who wasn't pick of the litter
For the young Gs out here starting from the beginning
Nobody praying for you when you winning, don't forget it
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
Yeah (ooh, yeah)
And it's hard when it starts to fade away
Hard when it starts to fade away
It's hard when the memories start to fade away
Its hard when the memories start to fade away
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, ooh) so beautiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Anthony Cornelius Hamilton, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
