Soon as we land, girl, we jumpin' on another plane
I'll take you 'cross the world and hope you forget everything
Yeah, yeah
Go to war for love, I'm a soldier
Don't nobody wanna die sober
Not on the same planet, I been movin' up
Aliens tryna ban me from Jupiter
I'ma glow if they hit the lights in this club
I'ma go if they hit the lights in this club
Check the motor, nigga, went and put my hood on flex
Ten bad bitches tryna take one X
I came to have a good time, ain't worried 'bout the sex tonight
UFO wouldn't crank up, I had to take the jеt tonight
Burnin' my sheets, money don't come if you sleep, oh
This party free, but you can't come in if you ain't geekеd off drugs
When I first had met you, you had told me you don't drink
Then I had walked in and seen you swimmin' in champagne
I wanna put your ex in a box, but, nah, I respect it, gang
You wanna tell me that I'm great, but you protectin' your pride
They say it's easier to lose when it's a lot on your mind
I can take my whole environment and put 'em in line
It's kind of easier to tell you that I'm one of a kind
If everyone in here is you, then it's hard to choose
If everyone in here is you, then it's hard to choose
If everyone in here is you, then it's hard to choose
I know whatever in your cup'll make you forget the night
You know whatever in my cup, I'm takin' chances with life, mm
Bartender can't serve this, tell the ambulance to hurry
When I see you, it's an emergency
When I step, I leave paws and snakes all on my shoes, this is Gucci on your carpet
Pull off in that Honda and come back in a Ferrari
[Chorus]
Check the motor, nigga, went and put my hood on flex
Ten bad bitches tryna take one X
I came to have a good time, ain't worried 'bout the sex tonight
UFO wouldn't crank up, I had to take the jet tonight
Burnin' my sheets, money don't come if you sleep, oh
This party free, but you can't come in if you ain't geeked off drugs
I'ma glow if they hit the lights in this club
I'ma go if they hit the lights in this club
When I first had met you, you had told me you don't drink
Then I had walked in and seen you swimmin' in champagne
I wanna put your ex in a box, but, nah, I respect it, gang
NoCap - Before I Disappear Again Album Lyrics
NoCap - Before I Disappear Again Lyrics
(Featuring D'Yani, French Montana, Quavo, Rylo Rodriguez, Sleepy Hallow, SoFaygo)
Writer: Henri Velasco, Kobe Crawford, Sven Steenbergen
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Far From Nigeria
(48 Hertz)
Lied and said I was human, really, I'm a Martian
Driveway look like a farm, garage full of horses
And I know when them angels fly, they see wherever I go
I been workin' way too hard for them to credit my ghost
Can't do much too complainin' around a whole stranger
Behind these Maybach curtains, it come from every angle
You left, I knew you wasn't right just then
I came up without my pipe like a maintenance man
I woke up and my ice was thin
Normally, a deuce and Sprite how my night would end
Had them niggas sick when I went bustdown
Then I had went plain, niggas caught the flu
Seen rats kept comin' down from the top of the mountain
I chose to drive up
I caught you dancin' on the edge, I tried to stop you from fallin'
I fell asleep to dreams that I was crashin' a 'Rari
And it's a risk that things make me smile that can scar me
It's hard to tell the difference from these cuts and this water
'Cause both of them deep
'Cause both of them
'Cause both of them deep
'Cause both of them
Lied and said I was human, really, I'm a Martian
Driveway look like a farm, garage full of horses
And I know when them angels fly, they see wherever I go
I been workin' way too hard for them to credit my ghost
Can't do much too complainin' around a whole stranger
Behind these Maybach curtains, it come from every angle
Watches on my spine, it ain't no time on get-back
Ballin' like AI, they think NoCap a robot
Nigeria so far from Alabama, I swear
But I would visit just to have a talk with MohBad
I'm covered by your blessings, I'm living by your grace
I'm guided by your mercy, but nothing's for sure
I caught you dancin' on the edge, I tried to stop you from fallin'
I fell asleep to dreams that I was crashin' a 'Rari
And it's a risk that things make me smile that can scar me
It's hard to tell the difference from your cuts and this water
'Cause both of them deep
'Cause both of them
Lied and said I was human, really, I'm a Martian
Driveway look like a farm, garage full of horses
And I know when them angels fly, they see wherever I go
I been workin' way too hard for them to credit my ghost
Can't do much too complainin' around a whole stranger
Behind these Maybach curtains, it come from every angle
Lied and said I was human, really, I'm a Martian
Driveway look like a farm, garage full of horses
And I know when them angels fly, they see wherever I go
I been workin' way too hard for them to credit my ghost
Can't do much too complainin' around a whole stranger
Behind these Maybach curtains, it come from every angle
You left, I knew you wasn't right just then
I came up without my pipe like a maintenance man
I woke up and my ice was thin
Normally, a deuce and Sprite how my night would end
Had them niggas sick when I went bustdown
Then I had went plain, niggas caught the flu
Seen rats kept comin' down from the top of the mountain
I chose to drive up
I caught you dancin' on the edge, I tried to stop you from fallin'
I fell asleep to dreams that I was crashin' a 'Rari
And it's a risk that things make me smile that can scar me
It's hard to tell the difference from these cuts and this water
'Cause both of them deep
'Cause both of them
'Cause both of them deep
'Cause both of them
Lied and said I was human, really, I'm a Martian
Driveway look like a farm, garage full of horses
And I know when them angels fly, they see wherever I go
I been workin' way too hard for them to credit my ghost
Can't do much too complainin' around a whole stranger
Behind these Maybach curtains, it come from every angle
Watches on my spine, it ain't no time on get-back
Ballin' like AI, they think NoCap a robot
Nigeria so far from Alabama, I swear
But I would visit just to have a talk with MohBad
I'm covered by your blessings, I'm living by your grace
I'm guided by your mercy, but nothing's for sure
I caught you dancin' on the edge, I tried to stop you from fallin'
I fell asleep to dreams that I was crashin' a 'Rari
And it's a risk that things make me smile that can scar me
It's hard to tell the difference from your cuts and this water
'Cause both of them deep
'Cause both of them
Lied and said I was human, really, I'm a Martian
Driveway look like a farm, garage full of horses
And I know when them angels fly, they see wherever I go
I been workin' way too hard for them to credit my ghost
Can't do much too complainin' around a whole stranger
Behind these Maybach curtains, it come from every angle
Writer: Jonoah Pressley, Justin Davies Miller, Justin Perez, Kevin Moore, Kobe Crawford, Richard DeBerry
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Feelings
Feelings
[?]
Feelings
Me nuh know, me nuh know, me nuh know, me nuh know
Feeling, oh, oh, oh, ayy
(EchoBeats)
Won't let you down, girl, you got my word
F*ck it, I'll give you the dictionary
Erase them other times I left you hurt
And let me show you how the new me move
Been 'cross the world, I can't find nothin' like you
I like your body when it's nothin' on you
I like your body when it's nothin' on you
Them hoes okay, but ain't got nothin' on you, ah
You can't live this moment twice and won't you let me film
I can give you every feeling you can't get from him
When you was drowning in your sins, I taught you how to swim
If you ever need company, just know I'm somewhere close
Made sure I watered you just so we could grow
Baby, it is obvious that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
Baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
All I ask that [?]
[?] captain in charge of my [?]
You have me mind and me heart, me [?]
I close my eyes so I can see you in the darkness
Would you love me still, baby girl, regardless?
Third eye open so I can see all the [?]
'Cause, baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
Baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you, just to see you
See you, boo-boo, oh, keep my eyes closed to
Just to feel you, darling, I keep my heart vulnerable
Baby, it is unimaginary, the feelings I feel for you
It's euphoric, feelings [?] it 'cause it is obvious that I'm in love
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin', you know
I don't know what you really have been through
But I'm excited, I'm so in love with you
Baby, it is obvious, I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
Baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you, mm
See you, oh, oh
See you, oh
Just to see you
[?]
Feelings
Me nuh know, me nuh know, me nuh know, me nuh know
Feeling, oh, oh, oh, ayy
(EchoBeats)
Won't let you down, girl, you got my word
F*ck it, I'll give you the dictionary
Erase them other times I left you hurt
And let me show you how the new me move
Been 'cross the world, I can't find nothin' like you
I like your body when it's nothin' on you
I like your body when it's nothin' on you
Them hoes okay, but ain't got nothin' on you, ah
You can't live this moment twice and won't you let me film
I can give you every feeling you can't get from him
When you was drowning in your sins, I taught you how to swim
If you ever need company, just know I'm somewhere close
Made sure I watered you just so we could grow
Baby, it is obvious that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
Baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
All I ask that [?]
[?] captain in charge of my [?]
You have me mind and me heart, me [?]
I close my eyes so I can see you in the darkness
Would you love me still, baby girl, regardless?
Third eye open so I can see all the [?]
'Cause, baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
Baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you, just to see you
See you, boo-boo, oh, keep my eyes closed to
Just to feel you, darling, I keep my heart vulnerable
Baby, it is unimaginary, the feelings I feel for you
It's euphoric, feelings [?] it 'cause it is obvious that I'm in love
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin', you know
I don't know what you really have been through
But I'm excited, I'm so in love with you
Baby, it is obvious, I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you
Baby, it is obvious, you know, that I'm in love with you, girl
Heart's been racin', I've been waitin' just to see you, mm
See you, oh, oh
See you, oh
Just to see you
Writer: Andre Chavanie McCormack, Kobe Crawford, Nicholas Anthony Valentino Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Sack Vision
Don't come around causin' emotions
If they not dead, then I got no friends
I know you know that I've been thinkin' 'bout you
But all of a sudden, you've been actin' brand new
Choppers in the mansion, don't try killin' me at home
I don't know where you've been at, girl, but I've been on my own
Why Gino whip a baby? This ain't DHR
I counted up a hundred thousand in the dark
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
Crazy that I got all this beef, but never thought 'bout goin' vegan
Crazy that I rock Chanel, but never thought 'bout pointin' fingers
New Christian Louboutin, I'm in it, think I found a new religion
Money got my mind racin', what we put on his brain? A ticket
When I waste my lean, when you waste my time, I don't know which one is worse
Wish I knew what it was, I overdose on mine 'cause all you ever did me was dirt
My fans say they sleep on me, I say they holdin' nuts
Know that I'ma die real, but we who get 'em flushed
Teacher said that I wouldn't be shit, now all my watches bust
Which one is fakest, these haters or my side bitch butt?
Bro tape ice under his shoes 'cause he a cold-ass stepper
Tears shed from memories that can fill up a shelter
I used to re-up on the block without my umbrella
And that's all a nigga need when I'm stuck in the desert
Don't come around causin' emotions
If they not dead, then I got no friends
I know you know that I've been thinkin' 'bout you
But all of a sudden, you've been actin' brand new
Choppers in the mansion, don't try killin' me at home
I don't know where you've been at, girl, but I've been on my own
Why Gino whip a baby? This ain't DHR
I counted up a hundred thousand in the dark
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
If they not dead, then I got no friends
I know you know that I've been thinkin' 'bout you
But all of a sudden, you've been actin' brand new
Choppers in the mansion, don't try killin' me at home
I don't know where you've been at, girl, but I've been on my own
Why Gino whip a baby? This ain't DHR
I counted up a hundred thousand in the dark
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
Crazy that I got all this beef, but never thought 'bout goin' vegan
Crazy that I rock Chanel, but never thought 'bout pointin' fingers
New Christian Louboutin, I'm in it, think I found a new religion
Money got my mind racin', what we put on his brain? A ticket
When I waste my lean, when you waste my time, I don't know which one is worse
Wish I knew what it was, I overdose on mine 'cause all you ever did me was dirt
My fans say they sleep on me, I say they holdin' nuts
Know that I'ma die real, but we who get 'em flushed
Teacher said that I wouldn't be shit, now all my watches bust
Which one is fakest, these haters or my side bitch butt?
Bro tape ice under his shoes 'cause he a cold-ass stepper
Tears shed from memories that can fill up a shelter
I used to re-up on the block without my umbrella
And that's all a nigga need when I'm stuck in the desert
Don't come around causin' emotions
If they not dead, then I got no friends
I know you know that I've been thinkin' 'bout you
But all of a sudden, you've been actin' brand new
Choppers in the mansion, don't try killin' me at home
I don't know where you've been at, girl, but I've been on my own
Why Gino whip a baby? This ain't DHR
I counted up a hundred thousand in the dark
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
That's that sack vision
Writer: Justin Davies Miller, Justin Perez, Kevin Moore, Kobe Crawford, Richard DeBerry
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Invoice
(feat. Rylo Rodriguez)
I get paid to speak, the labels send the invoice
No time for niggas mad, I'm ballin' like I'm James Harden
I'm focused on these commas, I'm so tired of dodgin' sentences
I'm loyal to my homies and I'm richer than my enemies
Told G-Man if we touch the top, then we won't see the bottom
Concrete jungle, if it's meant, then we gon' see about it
The streets, they need me, that's the reason all my songs leak
Christian Dior don't help me much, them demons on me
(Nigga) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)
I bought this watch to flex, I can't tell the time on this bitch
Up the wrist, Van Cleef
When I hit, Plan B
Call a Lyft, she stayin' with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Boot me up, don't slow me down
Bought the rear-view camera, ain't like how it sound, ain't got the kit
Wake up in the morning, I pour this shit for breakfast, I'm sippin' grits
NoCap loud as me, yeah, I'ma hide all the keys
I'm ridin' in the Bent' to Veeze, hittin' shit like Austin Reeves
I'm gettin' so tired of you niggas hatin', I went and turnt off fatigue
Lil' bro still rock the CDL, but he made that off a V
Bought the car to flex, I don't know the price of this shit
Text the jeweler "meth," he put some ice on my wrist
I sip Wock' and Tech, I don't need no price of no Trish
Won't see me lost for breath, I save a life if you lick
Cover my heart with Chrome, got that shit on like I'm Kent
Lot of these niggas be buyin' pussy, but I don't pay a cent
Told a bitch we ain't goin' on no date, make her order carry-out
Miss me with a wedding, I left her naked at the Marriott
(Nigga) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)
I bought this watch to flex, I can't tell the time on this bitch
Up the wrist, Van Cleef
When I hit, Plan B
Call a Lyft, she stayin' with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I get paid to speak, the labels send the invoice
No time for niggas mad, I'm ballin' like I'm James Harden
I'm focused on these commas, I'm so tired of dodgin' sentences
I'm loyal to my homies and I'm richer than my enemies
Told G-Man if we touch the top, then we won't see the bottom
Concrete jungle, if it's meant, then we gon' see about it
The streets, they need me, that's the reason all my songs leak
Christian Dior don't help me much, them demons on me
(Nigga) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)
I bought this watch to flex, I can't tell the time on this bitch
Up the wrist, Van Cleef
When I hit, Plan B
Call a Lyft, she stayin' with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Boot me up, don't slow me down
Bought the rear-view camera, ain't like how it sound, ain't got the kit
Wake up in the morning, I pour this shit for breakfast, I'm sippin' grits
NoCap loud as me, yeah, I'ma hide all the keys
I'm ridin' in the Bent' to Veeze, hittin' shit like Austin Reeves
I'm gettin' so tired of you niggas hatin', I went and turnt off fatigue
Lil' bro still rock the CDL, but he made that off a V
Bought the car to flex, I don't know the price of this shit
Text the jeweler "meth," he put some ice on my wrist
I sip Wock' and Tech, I don't need no price of no Trish
Won't see me lost for breath, I save a life if you lick
Cover my heart with Chrome, got that shit on like I'm Kent
Lot of these niggas be buyin' pussy, but I don't pay a cent
Told a bitch we ain't goin' on no date, make her order carry-out
Miss me with a wedding, I left her naked at the Marriott
(Nigga) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)
I bought this watch to flex, I can't tell the time on this bitch
Up the wrist, Van Cleef
When I hit, Plan B
Call a Lyft, she stayin' with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Bijan Amirkhani, Justin Mitchell, Kobe Crawford, Kuion Antonio Martin, Omar-Rayan Guetfa, Rylo Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Yacht Party
When deep in traffic, I know damn well I shouldn't be
Don't need your love, and I never needed company
Before you hear me call, I'll drown in my tears
'Cause I lose all my signal when I'm deep in Nolensville
I don't need nobody, phone on co-pilot
Hope these voices in my head go quiet, ah
F*ck the "Why?" and "Whens?", understand your chances is blue
Every time I touch a beat, this shit be left with a bruise
Aimin' for the stars, sometimes I hold my breath 'fore I shoot
I feel my heart in all the places that it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be, that it shouldn't be
Shouldn't be
That it, that-
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
My wheels drive down the interstate
The rain comes from miles away
The same lies got me low on trust
Just one dose, just so I can feel loved
Just one dose
Just one dose
Just one dose
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
I pulled up in a Demon and I left in a Ghost
It get so evil in this place I call home
Cut my wrist and paint the walls
'Cause no one hear me when I talk
When deep in traffic, I know damn well I shouldn't be
Don't need your love, and I never needed company
Before you hear me call, I'll drown in my tears
'Cause I lose all my signal when I'm deep in Nolensville
I don't need nobody, phone on co-pilot
Hope these voices in my head go quiet
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
Don't need your love, and I never needed company
Before you hear me call, I'll drown in my tears
'Cause I lose all my signal when I'm deep in Nolensville
I don't need nobody, phone on co-pilot
Hope these voices in my head go quiet, ah
F*ck the "Why?" and "Whens?", understand your chances is blue
Every time I touch a beat, this shit be left with a bruise
Aimin' for the stars, sometimes I hold my breath 'fore I shoot
I feel my heart in all the places that it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be, that it shouldn't be
Shouldn't be
That it, that-
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
That it shouldn't be
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
My wheels drive down the interstate
The rain comes from miles away
The same lies got me low on trust
Just one dose, just so I can feel loved
Just one dose
Just one dose
Just one dose
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
Through the coffin smoke and the wooden floors
I pulled up in a Demon and I left in a Ghost
It get so evil in this place I call home
Cut my wrist and paint the walls
'Cause no one hear me when I talk
When deep in traffic, I know damn well I shouldn't be
Don't need your love, and I never needed company
Before you hear me call, I'll drown in my tears
'Cause I lose all my signal when I'm deep in Nolensville
I don't need nobody, phone on co-pilot
Hope these voices in my head go quiet
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
I wish I could leave my problems inside the heart of the ocean
But I'm afraid I might find 'em floatin' on a yacht party in Miami
Writer: Alex Bak, Kobe Crawford, Morgan O'Connor
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Assist
(Al Geno on the track)
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Yeah, nigga, that's that jungle talk, nigga
Where the police gotta get there before the ambulance get there, nigga
Make sure everything safe, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
It's that real, yeah
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
When I felt no one would listen to me, I would call Wop
The other day, I thought 'bout venting to you, who'll I call now?
Sometimes I hope that lil' Cho will think smarter
'Cause I know kids in Chloe need a father
I can't be flexin' on no niggas, that shit ain't cool
'Cause it was times when me and Nick would wear the same shoes
Now my watch sixty
I just hope the Lord forgive me, I'm feeling guilty
Could've did charity for the children
When you in the trap, gotta stay focused and be ready for the bus
When they came, I hit the cut, E got my jaws out the mud
I'm out here dealing with the fame, same time, I'm dodging karma
I'm out here dealing with the pain a nigga know ain't normal
And everything I ever gave, you gotta owe me something
But I don't want it, if I leave, give it to Fridge or Punter
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Yeah, nigga, that's that jungle talk, nigga
Where the police gotta get there before the ambulance get there, nigga
Make sure everything safe, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
It's that real, yeah
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
When I felt no one would listen to me, I would call Wop
The other day, I thought 'bout venting to you, who'll I call now?
Sometimes I hope that lil' Cho will think smarter
'Cause I know kids in Chloe need a father
I can't be flexin' on no niggas, that shit ain't cool
'Cause it was times when me and Nick would wear the same shoes
Now my watch sixty
I just hope the Lord forgive me, I'm feeling guilty
Could've did charity for the children
When you in the trap, gotta stay focused and be ready for the bus
When they came, I hit the cut, E got my jaws out the mud
I'm out here dealing with the fame, same time, I'm dodging karma
I'm out here dealing with the pain a nigga know ain't normal
And everything I ever gave, you gotta owe me something
But I don't want it, if I leave, give it to Fridge or Punter
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Writer: Gene Hixon, Jan Branicki, Joel Desroches, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cat Piss
(feat. French Montana)
You know what it is
When you hear that, "Haan"
What up, Cap?
(Al Geno on the track) Call me The Piano Man
Fly, what up?
Overdue
Call me The Piano Man
Montana, woo, ayy
I drop a bag on my hoes 'cause they like that (Ayy, like that)
Made a million off the flow 'cause he like that (Ayy, he like that)
Hit her once and never call, I'm so f*cked up, ain't it? (Haan)
They tried to write him off, but he ain't write back (Uh, haan)
Yellow diamonds, my jewelry look like cat piss
Same reason why my Goyard full of dog shit (Uh)
I don't call these rappers "rappers" 'cause they actress
And I got clips to shoot a movie, NoCap Brad Pitt
Hundred on my wrist (Got it)
Five K for the 'fit (Got it)
Ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch, the whole city hit (Got it)
Uh, I can't wait to get the drop, I ain't talkin' 'bout no car
Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout your top
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
Leave the show then f*ck a fan
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I put the streets before the brand
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she talk like that
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she walk like that
NoCap the main bird, I want every bread crumb
She got a smart mouth, so that mean her head dumb
I'm state to state, I don't went everywhere else but broke
Ex got a new nigga, I send 'em somethin' to help 'em both
I jump on a rapper's song, give him buzz like nicotine (Shh)
Don't care 'bout when I'm wrong, he gon' jump out, hit for me
Hollow tips'll make a nigga scream like he DDG
And they cappin' up, they say I paid 'em, they do shit for-
'Cause they like that, shawty, back it up
Back it up, yeah, like that, I come through, beat it up
Beat it up, she fight back
They done let the wrong nigga get the right sack
They done let the wrong nigga get the right sack
Talkin' like you got it, you exaggeratin'
You broke and get too close, then I get activated
Them niggas ain't rich as us
That's why she ain't pickin' up
She hang up in your face, nigga
Just to give me face, nigga
Yellow diamonds, my jewelry look like cat piss
Same reason why my Goyard full of dog shit (Uh)
I don't call these rappers "rappers" 'cause they actress
And I got clips to shoot a movie, NoCap Brad Pitt
Hundred on my wrist (Got it)
Five K for the 'fit (Got it)
Ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch, the whole city hit (Got it)
Uh, I can't wait to get the drop, I ain't talkin' 'bout no car
Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout your top
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
Leave the show then f*ck a fan
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I put the streets before the brand
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she talk like that
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she walk like that
Talkin' raw sushi (Sushi)
Get one for the two-piece (Two-piece)
Bugatti be the hooptie (Skrrt)
Goyard full of blue cheese (Mun-yun)
I seen everything but a bitch that I need (I need)
Niggas suckin' up my drip, I need a IV (Woo)
You actin' like you got it, your shit fabricated (Fabricated)
Don't drag me in your beef, your shit is rap related
Never ratted, no cap
Coke Boys, no cap
Diamond plaques, no cap
Oscar hoes, no cap
Weed alive inside the East
Every summer, feed the streets
Drop a hundred on your piece
Jimmy Butler with the heat, ayy (Baow, baow)
Hotter than a fentanyl brick
Niggas ain't on shit
And all my diamonds hittin' (Haan)
And all the vibes be flickin' (Bling)
Yellow diamonds, my jewelry look like cat piss
Same reason why my Goyard full of dog shit (Uh)
I don't call these rappers "rappers" 'cause they actress
And I got clips to shoot a movie, NoCap Brad Pitt
Hundred on my wrist (Got it)
Five K for the 'fit (Got it)
Ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch, the whole city hit (Got it)
Uh, I can't wait to get the drop, I ain't talkin' 'bout no car
Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout your top
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
Leave the show then f*ck a fan
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I put the streets before the brand
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she talk like that
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she walk like that
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
You know what it is
When you hear that, "Haan"
What up, Cap?
(Al Geno on the track) Call me The Piano Man
Fly, what up?
Overdue
Call me The Piano Man
Montana, woo, ayy
I drop a bag on my hoes 'cause they like that (Ayy, like that)
Made a million off the flow 'cause he like that (Ayy, he like that)
Hit her once and never call, I'm so f*cked up, ain't it? (Haan)
They tried to write him off, but he ain't write back (Uh, haan)
Yellow diamonds, my jewelry look like cat piss
Same reason why my Goyard full of dog shit (Uh)
I don't call these rappers "rappers" 'cause they actress
And I got clips to shoot a movie, NoCap Brad Pitt
Hundred on my wrist (Got it)
Five K for the 'fit (Got it)
Ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch, the whole city hit (Got it)
Uh, I can't wait to get the drop, I ain't talkin' 'bout no car
Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout your top
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
Leave the show then f*ck a fan
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I put the streets before the brand
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she talk like that
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she walk like that
NoCap the main bird, I want every bread crumb
She got a smart mouth, so that mean her head dumb
I'm state to state, I don't went everywhere else but broke
Ex got a new nigga, I send 'em somethin' to help 'em both
I jump on a rapper's song, give him buzz like nicotine (Shh)
Don't care 'bout when I'm wrong, he gon' jump out, hit for me
Hollow tips'll make a nigga scream like he DDG
And they cappin' up, they say I paid 'em, they do shit for-
'Cause they like that, shawty, back it up
Back it up, yeah, like that, I come through, beat it up
Beat it up, she fight back
They done let the wrong nigga get the right sack
They done let the wrong nigga get the right sack
Talkin' like you got it, you exaggeratin'
You broke and get too close, then I get activated
Them niggas ain't rich as us
That's why she ain't pickin' up
She hang up in your face, nigga
Just to give me face, nigga
Yellow diamonds, my jewelry look like cat piss
Same reason why my Goyard full of dog shit (Uh)
I don't call these rappers "rappers" 'cause they actress
And I got clips to shoot a movie, NoCap Brad Pitt
Hundred on my wrist (Got it)
Five K for the 'fit (Got it)
Ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch, the whole city hit (Got it)
Uh, I can't wait to get the drop, I ain't talkin' 'bout no car
Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout your top
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
Leave the show then f*ck a fan
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I put the streets before the brand
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she talk like that
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she walk like that
Talkin' raw sushi (Sushi)
Get one for the two-piece (Two-piece)
Bugatti be the hooptie (Skrrt)
Goyard full of blue cheese (Mun-yun)
I seen everything but a bitch that I need (I need)
Niggas suckin' up my drip, I need a IV (Woo)
You actin' like you got it, your shit fabricated (Fabricated)
Don't drag me in your beef, your shit is rap related
Never ratted, no cap
Coke Boys, no cap
Diamond plaques, no cap
Oscar hoes, no cap
Weed alive inside the East
Every summer, feed the streets
Drop a hundred on your piece
Jimmy Butler with the heat, ayy (Baow, baow)
Hotter than a fentanyl brick
Niggas ain't on shit
And all my diamonds hittin' (Haan)
And all the vibes be flickin' (Bling)
Yellow diamonds, my jewelry look like cat piss
Same reason why my Goyard full of dog shit (Uh)
I don't call these rappers "rappers" 'cause they actress
And I got clips to shoot a movie, NoCap Brad Pitt
Hundred on my wrist (Got it)
Five K for the 'fit (Got it)
Ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch, the whole city hit (Got it)
Uh, I can't wait to get the drop, I ain't talkin' 'bout no car
Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout your top
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
Leave the show then f*ck a fan
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I put the streets before the brand
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she talk like that
She a bad bitch, don't ask her why she walk like that
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
I'm so f*cked up, ain't I?
Writer: Gene Hixon, Karim Kharbouch, Kobe Crawford, Vid Vucenovic, Vincent Charett
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
One More Summer
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Without an application, you gotta reach love
Don't need a pen though (Al Geno on the track), you got a face card
When you cum and you hold tight
I seen you ain't my old life
Push a button on the world and rewind it
This ain't cool, but I like how we burnin'
And I know that it should be the money, but somehow I got you on my conscience
Well, I'm still out the door, leave your panties on the marble floor
They done closed all the liquor stores, so I f*ck you off promethazine
Somebody so interesting, that's the reason I ain't gettin' sleep
Only me and you can fit in this two-seater
Horses in my yard, I look like a zookeeper
It ain't no lifeguard whenever I'm deep in
It ain't no lifeguard whenever I'm deep in
Uh, spend some lil' shit and go stack up some more
Spin that lil' bitch, she come back for some more
Standin', next day, they treat me like the Pope
I stack on these glasses, I'm still seein' ghosts
I got her a choker for usin' her throat
Proceed with caution before you approach
You the lightning to my thunder
If you drownin', pull me under
Come home, you got one more summer
Come home, you got one more summer
Without a nine-to-five, you got a waitress job
Without a PIN number, you got a face card
When you cum and you hold tight
I seen you ain't my old life
Push a button on the world and rewind it
This ain't cool, but I like how we burnin'
And I know that it should be the money, but somehow I got you on my conscience
Well, I'm still out the door, leave your panties on the marble floor
They done closed all the liquor stores, so I f*ck you off promethazine
Somebody so interesting, that's the reason I ain't gettin' sleep
You the lightning to my thunder
If you drownin', pull me under
Come home, you got one more summer
Come home, you got one more summer
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Without an application, you gotta reach love
Don't need a pen though (Al Geno on the track), you got a face card
When you cum and you hold tight
I seen you ain't my old life
Push a button on the world and rewind it
This ain't cool, but I like how we burnin'
And I know that it should be the money, but somehow I got you on my conscience
Well, I'm still out the door, leave your panties on the marble floor
They done closed all the liquor stores, so I f*ck you off promethazine
Somebody so interesting, that's the reason I ain't gettin' sleep
Only me and you can fit in this two-seater
Horses in my yard, I look like a zookeeper
It ain't no lifeguard whenever I'm deep in
It ain't no lifeguard whenever I'm deep in
Uh, spend some lil' shit and go stack up some more
Spin that lil' bitch, she come back for some more
Standin', next day, they treat me like the Pope
I stack on these glasses, I'm still seein' ghosts
I got her a choker for usin' her throat
Proceed with caution before you approach
You the lightning to my thunder
If you drownin', pull me under
Come home, you got one more summer
Come home, you got one more summer
Without a nine-to-five, you got a waitress job
Without a PIN number, you got a face card
When you cum and you hold tight
I seen you ain't my old life
Push a button on the world and rewind it
This ain't cool, but I like how we burnin'
And I know that it should be the money, but somehow I got you on my conscience
Well, I'm still out the door, leave your panties on the marble floor
They done closed all the liquor stores, so I f*ck you off promethazine
Somebody so interesting, that's the reason I ain't gettin' sleep
You the lightning to my thunder
If you drownin', pull me under
Come home, you got one more summer
Come home, you got one more summer
Writer: Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford, Luke Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC
Celean
(feat. Quavo)
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em f*ck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
They was countin', they ain't never counted us
And my lawyers got the Benz matted up
The whole world plastic, you don't even know
But I'll steal it for you, girl
You can take it how you wanna
Don't take it for granted
I be the one to call when promoters wanna sell out the arena
I be the one to call when a bro need a lawyer about a subpoena
Pretty girls jump inside the bulletproof takin' chances
She be ready just to risk it all in my mansion (Yeah)
Don't take it for granted
Standin' on everything like a tennis shoe, nigga
Pain in my eyes about my nephew, nigga
Don't take it for granted
I'll remember you, nigga
Young rich nigga with million-dollar advances (Yeah)
That's my bitch, it's her first time in some Pucci, young nigga
Design District, shut it down and act a fooly, young nigga
Celean, Celean
Celean, Celean, yeah
I got so many bags in the back seat, can't see my rearview, nigga
I'm havin' Thanksgiving in the Cullinan like a living room, nigga
Only charge I remember the judge throwin' out the courtroom, nigga
I wan' be here with you
Don't take it for granted
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em f*ck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em f*ck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
They was countin', they ain't never counted us
And my lawyers got the Benz matted up
The whole world plastic, you don't even know
But I'll steal it for you, girl
You can take it how you wanna
Don't take it for granted
I be the one to call when promoters wanna sell out the arena
I be the one to call when a bro need a lawyer about a subpoena
Pretty girls jump inside the bulletproof takin' chances
She be ready just to risk it all in my mansion (Yeah)
Don't take it for granted
Standin' on everything like a tennis shoe, nigga
Pain in my eyes about my nephew, nigga
Don't take it for granted
I'll remember you, nigga
Young rich nigga with million-dollar advances (Yeah)
That's my bitch, it's her first time in some Pucci, young nigga
Design District, shut it down and act a fooly, young nigga
Celean, Celean
Celean, Celean, yeah
I got so many bags in the back seat, can't see my rearview, nigga
I'm havin' Thanksgiving in the Cullinan like a living room, nigga
Only charge I remember the judge throwin' out the courtroom, nigga
I wan' be here with you
Don't take it for granted
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em f*ck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
Writer: David Morse, Kai Hasegawa, Kobe Crawford, Moises Marin, Quavious Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Jude the Jury
(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
She told me she loved me, that just made the block niggas
Act tough with his buddy, that what got his blood killed
Drop my top while it's rainin', I let the coupe flood
I cannot die or be sober, white cups and Rugers
Who would've knew I'd beat the streets and turn a rockstar?
The world know me, but all my niggas still robbers
Girl, can you give me the same feeling as this Wockhardt?
'Cause if you can, then maybe that would solve the problem
Say somethin', we suit up, know this handgun got a button
Beef, we known to cook it, bullets get hotter than ovens
F*cked 'round and blew up, they forgot I came from nothin'
I thought that they was loyal, but the jury made 'em judge me, uh
I got new Cuban links on, I took my watch off
I got my hoodie back on, I got my Glock out
You know that rappin' a job, sometimes I clock out
You know that rappin' a job, sometimes I clock out
The baddest memories live in my head rent-free
I'm blinded by this lean, I might go out like Pimp C
G-Man my homie, but I treat him like he kin to me
Like he family
Any situation out of hand and we defeat niggas
Book me for a show, I bring the broads and the street niggas
Leave the stage and count it up, nigga, divide that
Heard you ran off on your plug, how you decide that?
F*cked up a million-dollar plan just to get five racks
This shit ain't all bad, Draco gave time back
Wake up and hope this cup will arrange my morning
It ain't no umbrella for the rain that's pourin'
Wanted you here, but you went the opposite direction
Time that I called you a loss when you really a lesson
Happy with this, it ain't much, you'd rather see me f*cked up
I cannot die or be sober, I keep a gun and a cup
Don't plan on havin' no friends, I plan on runnin' it up
Wake up and hope this cup will arrange my morning
It ain't no umbrella for the rain that's pourin'
Wanted you here, but you went the opposite direction
Time that I called you a loss when you really a lesson
Who would've knew I'd beat the streets and turn a rockstar?
The world know me, but all my niggas still robbers
Girl, can you give me the same feeling as this Wockhardt?
'Cause if you can, then maybe that would solve the problem
This the real me, okay?
And I don't give a f*ck, I'm finna order me a NoCap ticket right this instant
Because I am so f*cking frustrated from my f*cking hair
Like, I'm depressed right now
I'm finna order me a ticket right now, like ASAP
I don't care if I go broke, I don't care if I go broke, I don't care if I go broke
Because I need to see NoCap and I need to be cryin' in the stands
Because that's my nigga, the f*ck? That's my nigga, for real
Like, he really is the GOAT
And y'all play with this man, for real
Y'all play with this man and y'all only listen to his music because y'all not listenin' to his pain
And y'all know what I'm sayin', y'all understand what I'm sayin', I'm just irritated
You know how good-, bye (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
She told me she loved me, that just made the block niggas
Act tough with his buddy, that what got his blood killed
Drop my top while it's rainin', I let the coupe flood
I cannot die or be sober, white cups and Rugers
Who would've knew I'd beat the streets and turn a rockstar?
The world know me, but all my niggas still robbers
Girl, can you give me the same feeling as this Wockhardt?
'Cause if you can, then maybe that would solve the problem
Say somethin', we suit up, know this handgun got a button
Beef, we known to cook it, bullets get hotter than ovens
F*cked 'round and blew up, they forgot I came from nothin'
I thought that they was loyal, but the jury made 'em judge me, uh
I got new Cuban links on, I took my watch off
I got my hoodie back on, I got my Glock out
You know that rappin' a job, sometimes I clock out
You know that rappin' a job, sometimes I clock out
The baddest memories live in my head rent-free
I'm blinded by this lean, I might go out like Pimp C
G-Man my homie, but I treat him like he kin to me
Like he family
Any situation out of hand and we defeat niggas
Book me for a show, I bring the broads and the street niggas
Leave the stage and count it up, nigga, divide that
Heard you ran off on your plug, how you decide that?
F*cked up a million-dollar plan just to get five racks
This shit ain't all bad, Draco gave time back
Wake up and hope this cup will arrange my morning
It ain't no umbrella for the rain that's pourin'
Wanted you here, but you went the opposite direction
Time that I called you a loss when you really a lesson
Happy with this, it ain't much, you'd rather see me f*cked up
I cannot die or be sober, I keep a gun and a cup
Don't plan on havin' no friends, I plan on runnin' it up
Wake up and hope this cup will arrange my morning
It ain't no umbrella for the rain that's pourin'
Wanted you here, but you went the opposite direction
Time that I called you a loss when you really a lesson
Who would've knew I'd beat the streets and turn a rockstar?
The world know me, but all my niggas still robbers
Girl, can you give me the same feeling as this Wockhardt?
'Cause if you can, then maybe that would solve the problem
This the real me, okay?
And I don't give a f*ck, I'm finna order me a NoCap ticket right this instant
Because I am so f*cking frustrated from my f*cking hair
Like, I'm depressed right now
I'm finna order me a ticket right now, like ASAP
I don't care if I go broke, I don't care if I go broke, I don't care if I go broke
Because I need to see NoCap and I need to be cryin' in the stands
Because that's my nigga, the f*ck? That's my nigga, for real
Like, he really is the GOAT
And y'all play with this man, for real
Y'all play with this man and y'all only listen to his music because y'all not listenin' to his pain
And y'all know what I'm sayin', y'all understand what I'm sayin', I'm just irritated
You know how good-, bye (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Baby Drake
Uh, uh
(Retro, why you goin' so crazy?)
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got whoopty-whoop (frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray
Oh, oh, I done ran up enough
Another dollar then my pants finna bust, oh, yeah
No, it's not semen on the money, but the cash comin'
I like my bitches pretty face with a flat stomach
Damn, I hate these niggas so much, NoCap a Nazi
Took a break, they thought I fell off, but I was plottin'
Car that do two hundred, like Cam, they wanna rob me
Might take that Hellcat to the vet, sound like it's barkin'
Asked her do she wanna ride, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
Pretty girls for all my guys, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
You keep Chanel all on your feet? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
You got the newest Van Cleef? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
Thank you ma', you raised a man, I got one on top the rocket
Shawty cool with me on sharin', she know I won't tell nobody
I got tired of being broke, I had to sell something
If you want beef, we stake you out, make sure it's well done
Bodies is the hood, they do not come from Miami
Dick in the Nina, I just turned the Glock to a tranny
Dangerous and rich, you'll catch me in the Wraith with a vest
Keep pillow talkin' to them hoes, and they gon' lay you to rest
White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got whoopty-whoop (frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray
Oh, oh, I done ran up enough
Another dollar then my pants finna bust, oh, yeah
No, it's not semen on the money, but the cash comin'
I like my bitches pretty face with a flat stomach
I keep her feet did
Pay the car note, so they won't tow it
If rappers sneak diss, bullets hit they Cuban links, on God
If she a neat bitch, got her up in Saks like Colt McCoy
Know you a good girl, but what you gon' do for a star?
In the stu', I'm rappin' 'til it's nine in the mornin'
She in Booby, trappin' 'til it's nine in the mornin'
Area 29 'til it's nine in the mornin'
Girl, you gotta be from Houston, all that ass on you
Know you a demon, every chance I get, I brag on you
She pretty and petite, call her, "PP" (no urine)
I like her clean-shaven, she like her Rick Owens furry
Asked her do she wanna ride, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
Pretty girls for all my guys, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
You keep Chanel all on your feet? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
You got the newest Van Cleef? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got whoopty-whoop (frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray
(Retro, why you goin' so crazy?)
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got whoopty-whoop (frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray
Oh, oh, I done ran up enough
Another dollar then my pants finna bust, oh, yeah
No, it's not semen on the money, but the cash comin'
I like my bitches pretty face with a flat stomach
Damn, I hate these niggas so much, NoCap a Nazi
Took a break, they thought I fell off, but I was plottin'
Car that do two hundred, like Cam, they wanna rob me
Might take that Hellcat to the vet, sound like it's barkin'
Asked her do she wanna ride, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
Pretty girls for all my guys, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
You keep Chanel all on your feet? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
You got the newest Van Cleef? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
Thank you ma', you raised a man, I got one on top the rocket
Shawty cool with me on sharin', she know I won't tell nobody
I got tired of being broke, I had to sell something
If you want beef, we stake you out, make sure it's well done
Bodies is the hood, they do not come from Miami
Dick in the Nina, I just turned the Glock to a tranny
Dangerous and rich, you'll catch me in the Wraith with a vest
Keep pillow talkin' to them hoes, and they gon' lay you to rest
White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got whoopty-whoop (frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray
Oh, oh, I done ran up enough
Another dollar then my pants finna bust, oh, yeah
No, it's not semen on the money, but the cash comin'
I like my bitches pretty face with a flat stomach
I keep her feet did
Pay the car note, so they won't tow it
If rappers sneak diss, bullets hit they Cuban links, on God
If she a neat bitch, got her up in Saks like Colt McCoy
Know you a good girl, but what you gon' do for a star?
In the stu', I'm rappin' 'til it's nine in the mornin'
She in Booby, trappin' 'til it's nine in the mornin'
Area 29 'til it's nine in the mornin'
Girl, you gotta be from Houston, all that ass on you
Know you a demon, every chance I get, I brag on you
She pretty and petite, call her, "PP" (no urine)
I like her clean-shaven, she like her Rick Owens furry
Asked her do she wanna ride, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
Pretty girls for all my guys, she say, "Mhm-hmm"
You keep Chanel all on your feet? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
You got the newest Van Cleef? She say, "Mhm-hmm"
White teeth got me lookin' professional, but that's a bait
Know we call the chopper Adonis, it's a baby Drake
They know I got whoopty-whoop (frrt), then I moved out of state
That shit still'll haunt me sometimes, I deal with it and pray
Writer: Kobe Crawford, Isak Gidgard, Jayden Rolle, Jerard Palacious
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Keep me Waiting
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
Oh, so don't keep me waitin'
I need your company, tell me somethin'
'Cause if you don't, then I'ma die in this place
I need your company, tell me somethin'
'Cause if you don't, then I'ma die in this place
Waitin' on me
I had a dream we watched the sunset on rocks in Denver
Ain't postin' on your main page, so I check your Finsta
I called the chef and I was hopin' you'd make it to dinner
But you played this game cold as I write this letter
Letters
Letters
Letters
Letter
You in Cabo with your friends, I'll run this damn Benz
Through the water, through the land right to Mexico
You got your toes in the sand, you got problems, you got plans
I just wonder, can you fit me in your schedule?
It's already daytime on your side
It's already daytime on your side
Your side of the world
Your side of the
Your side of the world
Your side of the
Your side of the world
You hit the gym every week, that's why you f*ck good
I know you incomplete, that's why your cup full
You can tell me that the fish tank an ocean
I just wanna see your face soon as the door spin
Seem like the only thing movin' is emotion
It look like everything movin' but me, damn
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
You in Cabo with your friends, I'll run this damn Benz
Through the water, through the land right to Mexico
You got your toes in the sand, you got problems, you got plans
I just wonder, can you fit me in your schedule?
It's already daytime on your side
It's already daytime on your side
Your side of the world
Your side of the
Your side of the world
Seem like the only thing movin' is emotion
It look like everything movin' but me, damn
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
Oh, so don't keep me waitin'
I need your company, tell me somethin'
'Cause if you don't, then I'ma die in this place
I need your company, tell me somethin'
'Cause if you don't, then I'ma die in this place
Waitin' on me
I had a dream we watched the sunset on rocks in Denver
Ain't postin' on your main page, so I check your Finsta
I called the chef and I was hopin' you'd make it to dinner
But you played this game cold as I write this letter
Letters
Letters
Letters
Letter
You in Cabo with your friends, I'll run this damn Benz
Through the water, through the land right to Mexico
You got your toes in the sand, you got problems, you got plans
I just wonder, can you fit me in your schedule?
It's already daytime on your side
It's already daytime on your side
Your side of the world
Your side of the
Your side of the world
Your side of the
Your side of the world
You hit the gym every week, that's why you f*ck good
I know you incomplete, that's why your cup full
You can tell me that the fish tank an ocean
I just wanna see your face soon as the door spin
Seem like the only thing movin' is emotion
It look like everything movin' but me, damn
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
Don't keep me waitin'
You in Cabo with your friends, I'll run this damn Benz
Through the water, through the land right to Mexico
You got your toes in the sand, you got problems, you got plans
I just wonder, can you fit me in your schedule?
It's already daytime on your side
It's already daytime on your side
Your side of the world
Your side of the
Your side of the world
Seem like the only thing movin' is emotion
It look like everything movin' but me, damn
Writer: Alexander Tsarng-Shuen Wu, Isak Gidgard, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Drown in My Styrofoam
(Fantom)
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
Chain on flawless
My brain on cross 'em
Block on choppers
My life on problems
My bitch on toxic
Free Osama, one word
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Come out that hellhole, I'm rich, Porter, Roddy
She told me first night don't exist, but shawty gon' bust somethin' for the kid
And one day, we all fall down
Welcome to the gun-smoke town
Spin out the 'Bach, leave no regrets
Gotta stay outta jail, but the GOAT need rest
Thinkin' I'm needing an ambulance
I'm bleedin' Actavis, no, you ain't havin' it
Girl, I'm so high, I might never land
I kill to be happy, I know I'm an addict, and girl, I just hope that you understand
I'm on the floor, I'm searchin'
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
Got some models in the room, some in the lobby
F*cked around and soaked the game and this shit ain't dried yet
Hellcat Charger, no shortage
I'm so quick to drop my shell, this Glock cheat on Obama
They only serve white in that house, narcs been tryna bomb it
My mama's baby, I keep a gun, I don't even semi-lack
F*ck a gold plaque, I want my nigga back
Catch him on holiday eve and we go right at him
I got some opps in the streets and I got some that's rappers
I hate when they say that I changed, why do not nobody think
A nigga just working harder? I'm still fightin' charges
Didn't come this far for nothin', else I'm a worthless star
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
Chain on flawless
My brain on cross 'em
Block on choppers
My life on problems
My bitch on toxic
Free Osama, one word
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Come out that hellhole, I'm rich, Porter, Roddy
She told me first night don't exist, but shawty gon' bust somethin' for the kid
And one day, we all fall down
Welcome to the gun-smoke town
Spin out the 'Bach, leave no regrets
Gotta stay outta jail, but the GOAT need rest
Thinkin' I'm needing an ambulance
I'm bleedin' Actavis, no, you ain't havin' it
Girl, I'm so high, I might never land
I kill to be happy, I know I'm an addict, and girl, I just hope that you understand
I'm on the floor, I'm searchin'
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
Got some models in the room, some in the lobby
F*cked around and soaked the game and this shit ain't dried yet
Hellcat Charger, no shortage
I'm so quick to drop my shell, this Glock cheat on Obama
They only serve white in that house, narcs been tryna bomb it
My mama's baby, I keep a gun, I don't even semi-lack
F*ck a gold plaque, I want my nigga back
Catch him on holiday eve and we go right at him
I got some opps in the streets and I got some that's rappers
I hate when they say that I changed, why do not nobody think
A nigga just working harder? I'm still fightin' charges
Didn't come this far for nothin', else I'm a worthless star
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah
Writer: Carter Britz, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Maliboo
(Arnold Cooked This One Up)
If we ain't married, then we can't do this
Them niggas ain't havin' pape, they can't do this
My niggas smoked a nigga, put 'em in a blunt
But what the difference is, they both in the joint
If she break me once, then I can't love her twice, uh
Two-toned AP, these bitches gon' f*ck tonight
You never a secret, they know I'm keepin' my weapon
If I see the good in you, buy you a Cuban link necklace
No, you not a trainer, you still see me flexin'
I wish I had more time to show you what it was
I wish I had more time, but you was in the club, girl
I wish I had more time, I gave it to the drugs, girl
I wish I had more time to think 'bout how we f*ck, girl
I wish we had more time
You was my lil boo, no, you not from California
You was my lil boo, even though that you most wanted
You was my lil boo, girl, you left a nigga scared
You was my lil boo, took you out them Chevrolets
Sometimes I get to abusin' my power, she gon' bow when I preach
Niggas in my hood don't call on God no more, they callin' on me
Toast up, should we squash the beef, the whole 6 disagree
Uh, put her on a Molly, f*cked around and got it out her
Benjamin my problems, and my nephew baby bottles
Someone should come stick beside a nigga like this Carbine, whoa
I won't pay my nigga bond if he rat
Ran it up and f*cked it up and got it back
I love my fans, I don't get tired of rockin' shows
Sometimes I get lonely, wanna hit the road
I think this the life that I dreamed
I think this the life that I dreamed
Money on mind, scars on my heart
Ignore me when I'm tryin', salute me when I fall
She everything, but she just got her ways
She everything, but she just got her ways
She everything, but she just got her ways
My niggas smoked a nigga, put 'em in a blunt
But what the difference is, they both in the joint
If she break me once, then I can't love her twice, uh
Two-toned AP, these bitches gon' f*ck tonight
You never a secret, they know I'm keepin' my weapon
If I see the good in you, buy you a Cuban link necklace
No, you not a trainer, you still see me flexin'
I wish I had more time to show you what it was
I wish I had more time, but you was in the club, girl
I wish I had more time, I gave it to the drugs, girl
I wish I had more time to think 'bout how we f*ck, girl
I wish we had more time
Uh, put her on a Molly, f*cked around and got it out her
Benjamin my problems, and my nephew baby bottles
Someone should come stick beside a nigga like this Carbine, whoa
Money on mind, scars on my heart
Sometimes I get to abusin' my power, she gon' bow when I preach
Niggas in my hood don't call on God no more, they callin' on me
Toast up, should we squash the beef, the whole 6 disagree
If we ain't married, then we can't do this
Them niggas ain't havin' pape, they can't do this
My niggas smoked a nigga, put 'em in a blunt
But what the difference is, they both in the joint
If she break me once, then I can't love her twice, uh
Two-toned AP, these bitches gon' f*ck tonight
You never a secret, they know I'm keepin' my weapon
If I see the good in you, buy you a Cuban link necklace
No, you not a trainer, you still see me flexin'
I wish I had more time to show you what it was
I wish I had more time, but you was in the club, girl
I wish I had more time, I gave it to the drugs, girl
I wish I had more time to think 'bout how we f*ck, girl
I wish we had more time
You was my lil boo, no, you not from California
You was my lil boo, even though that you most wanted
You was my lil boo, girl, you left a nigga scared
You was my lil boo, took you out them Chevrolets
Sometimes I get to abusin' my power, she gon' bow when I preach
Niggas in my hood don't call on God no more, they callin' on me
Toast up, should we squash the beef, the whole 6 disagree
Uh, put her on a Molly, f*cked around and got it out her
Benjamin my problems, and my nephew baby bottles
Someone should come stick beside a nigga like this Carbine, whoa
I won't pay my nigga bond if he rat
Ran it up and f*cked it up and got it back
I love my fans, I don't get tired of rockin' shows
Sometimes I get lonely, wanna hit the road
I think this the life that I dreamed
I think this the life that I dreamed
Money on mind, scars on my heart
Ignore me when I'm tryin', salute me when I fall
She everything, but she just got her ways
She everything, but she just got her ways
She everything, but she just got her ways
My niggas smoked a nigga, put 'em in a blunt
But what the difference is, they both in the joint
If she break me once, then I can't love her twice, uh
Two-toned AP, these bitches gon' f*ck tonight
You never a secret, they know I'm keepin' my weapon
If I see the good in you, buy you a Cuban link necklace
No, you not a trainer, you still see me flexin'
I wish I had more time to show you what it was
I wish I had more time, but you was in the club, girl
I wish I had more time, I gave it to the drugs, girl
I wish I had more time to think 'bout how we f*ck, girl
I wish we had more time
Uh, put her on a Molly, f*cked around and got it out her
Benjamin my problems, and my nephew baby bottles
Someone should come stick beside a nigga like this Carbine, whoa
Money on mind, scars on my heart
Sometimes I get to abusin' my power, she gon' bow when I preach
Niggas in my hood don't call on God no more, they callin' on me
Toast up, should we squash the beef, the whole 6 disagree
Writer: Iggy Linus Noa Borjesson, Justus Yearous, Kai Hasegawqa, Kobe Crawford, Ryan Hartlove
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © CREATE MUSIC
Stuck on You
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Al Geno on the track)
Oh-woah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ride around in Ferraris with a loaded 40, ayy
Walk in Neiman Marcus, treat that bitch like Target, ayy
Bitch, give me your heart, this a love extortion
I thought you was real, I thought you was realer
Said it ain't me, do you see what I need? I'm dying, I'm dying
I'm thinkin', I'm bankin', I'm drownin' in Franklins
Still'll f*ck a ratchet bitch and decrease my ranking
I'm new to fame, don't blame me
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
Ayy, I ain't really got nothin' else to prove
Niggas gon' die 'fore they see me lose
Nigga, you gon' die 'fore they see me lose, yeah
I got like twenty on me, everything pink and blue
Everything pink and blue, everything pink and blue, yeah
Spin out the coupe, do donuts
Walked out the jungle untouched
Double homicide doors, put 'em both up
We die in the streets where it's no love
I can see it in they face, niggas mad that I got it
How I made it out? They was right there by me
I got no degree, still pack out the college
I was in the streets still givin' you knowledge
Days I was starvin', it made me go harder
I was just f*cked up with nothin' in my pocket
She say that she mine, I know that she lyin'
When I go do time, she f*ckin' my partner
Tired of trustin' you, now I'm shuttin' it down
Fakin' like you always cared about me
Now you can't come around, you feelin' it now
I know that you probably scared without me
Tired of trustin' you, now I'm shuttin' it down
Fakin' like you always cared about me
Now you can't come around, you feelin' it now
I know that you probably scared without me
You probably scared without me
I'ma sip Hi-Tech, sad and depressed
I can't be gettin' too comfortable, 'cause it ain't over yet
It won't be too long, don't trust me, I got three phones
I f*cked her in the venue, the letter discontinued
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you was realer than that
I'ma sip Hi-Tech, sad and depressed
I can't be gettin' too comfortable, 'cause it ain't over yet
It won't be too long, don't trust me, I got three phones
I f*cked her in the venue, the letter discontinued
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you was realer than that
(Al Geno on the track)
Oh-woah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ride around in Ferraris with a loaded 40, ayy
Walk in Neiman Marcus, treat that bitch like Target, ayy
Bitch, give me your heart, this a love extortion
I thought you was real, I thought you was realer
Said it ain't me, do you see what I need? I'm dying, I'm dying
I'm thinkin', I'm bankin', I'm drownin' in Franklins
Still'll f*ck a ratchet bitch and decrease my ranking
I'm new to fame, don't blame me
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
Ayy, I ain't really got nothin' else to prove
Niggas gon' die 'fore they see me lose
Nigga, you gon' die 'fore they see me lose, yeah
I got like twenty on me, everything pink and blue
Everything pink and blue, everything pink and blue, yeah
Spin out the coupe, do donuts
Walked out the jungle untouched
Double homicide doors, put 'em both up
We die in the streets where it's no love
I can see it in they face, niggas mad that I got it
How I made it out? They was right there by me
I got no degree, still pack out the college
I was in the streets still givin' you knowledge
Days I was starvin', it made me go harder
I was just f*cked up with nothin' in my pocket
She say that she mine, I know that she lyin'
When I go do time, she f*ckin' my partner
Tired of trustin' you, now I'm shuttin' it down
Fakin' like you always cared about me
Now you can't come around, you feelin' it now
I know that you probably scared without me
Tired of trustin' you, now I'm shuttin' it down
Fakin' like you always cared about me
Now you can't come around, you feelin' it now
I know that you probably scared without me
You probably scared without me
I'ma sip Hi-Tech, sad and depressed
I can't be gettin' too comfortable, 'cause it ain't over yet
It won't be too long, don't trust me, I got three phones
I f*cked her in the venue, the letter discontinued
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you was realer than that
I'ma sip Hi-Tech, sad and depressed
I can't be gettin' too comfortable, 'cause it ain't over yet
It won't be too long, don't trust me, I got three phones
I f*cked her in the venue, the letter discontinued
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you was realer than that
Writer: Erik Ruppelungan, Gene Hixon, Jack Cohen-Mungan, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Peepholes
(FrankGotThePack)
Told Wap to keep his gun on him
But that ain't the way that God wrote this life up for him
Today, I finally made some time for you
Instead of puttin' these watches way up to my f*ckin' forearm
Why didn't you warn me that the worst was comin'?
My heart beatin' with a burden on me
I'm so good at actin' like this shit normal
Might see you soon, I hold it in any longer, any longer
Way too many questions with some answers that you may got
Wanted to ask you 'bout the Heaven doors
Do they come with peepholes and knobs? (Do Heaven doors)
I stay up all night tryna find out (have peepholes?)
And I know I'll find out one day
But I know you got the power to tell me right now, nigga (do Heaven doors)
I imagine this big white door, man, I just can't see through it (have peepholes?)
With some staff in the front or some shit, I don't know
It's probably you and Fred right there or somethin' else
Tears don't feel like tears no more (that I need you to wipe)
And life don't feel like life no more (so hold me through the night)
Is it true the sun really shine all day? (I heard even nighttime bright)
I said is it true the sun really shine all day? (Is it true the flowers don't die?)
And I didn't realize what I had until you wasn't here
Today, I counted up a bag and threw it off the cliff
Nigga, you used to look out for passin' your mama crib
The ones you probably thought of stopped by and see how she feel
Thirty clip be on me, don't know why I tote it
It might be the stress that kill me
All these dreams that I'm fed-bound, ridin' with my head down
Even though it's stars in the ceiling
Ooh, I've been thinkin' of you
Hope you've been thinkin' of me
Ooh, I've been thinkin' of you
Hope you've been thinkin' of me (thinkin' of me, thinkin' of me)
Thinkin' of me
Thinkin' of me
Told Wap to keep his gun on him
But that ain't the way that God wrote this life up for him
Today, I finally made some time for you
Instead of puttin' these watches way up to my f*ckin' forearm
Why didn't you warn me that the worst was comin'?
My heart beatin' with a burden on me
I'm so good at actin' like this shit normal
Might see you soon, I hold it in any longer, any longer
Way too many questions with some answers that you may got
Wanted to ask you 'bout the Heaven doors
Do they come with peepholes and knobs? (Do Heaven doors)
I stay up all night tryna find out (have peepholes?)
And I know I'll find out one day
But I know you got the power to tell me right now, nigga (do Heaven doors)
I imagine this big white door, man, I just can't see through it (have peepholes?)
With some staff in the front or some shit, I don't know
It's probably you and Fred right there or somethin' else
Tears don't feel like tears no more (that I need you to wipe)
And life don't feel like life no more (so hold me through the night)
Is it true the sun really shine all day? (I heard even nighttime bright)
I said is it true the sun really shine all day? (Is it true the flowers don't die?)
And I didn't realize what I had until you wasn't here
Today, I counted up a bag and threw it off the cliff
Nigga, you used to look out for passin' your mama crib
The ones you probably thought of stopped by and see how she feel
Thirty clip be on me, don't know why I tote it
It might be the stress that kill me
All these dreams that I'm fed-bound, ridin' with my head down
Even though it's stars in the ceiling
Ooh, I've been thinkin' of you
Hope you've been thinkin' of me
Ooh, I've been thinkin' of you
Hope you've been thinkin' of me (thinkin' of me, thinkin' of me)
Thinkin' of me
Thinkin' of me
Writer: Brian Mitchell, Ethan M. Hayes, James Frank, Kobe Crawford, Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bridge in London
(feat. Sleepy Hallow)
(Al Geno on the track)
VVS diamonds on these guns and these MACs
Not incarcerated, but I miss the bond that we had
Like a baseball coach, I be wantin' you home, ayy
If you not in the picture, you at the wrong base
Standin' on this bridge in London, I jump right now if you want me to
And I kicked my double cup and bloody karats
I'm on the last flight to Paris for your lovin' with no luggage
Ayy, told that bitch I'm Crippin', tryna see no red flags
Mama did it all like we had a dead dad
Say I'm garbage, when you see me, you be glad, yeah (Glad, yeah)
Keep that fake shit, that shit only make me mad, yeah (Mad, yeah)
Uh, voices in my head gon' say I'm buggin'
Got demons on my back, the only reason I be frontin'
Need some lovin', look, girl, I'm new to this, I thought you knew
She say I'm ludicrous, but cool as shit, I act a fool
She said, "If you tryna leave, then that's on you," uh
Just don't be out here frontin' like I wasn't stayin' true, tell the truth
It's a world full of people, I want you, uh (I want you)
All these fishes in the sea, but only us inside this pool
I say we should stick together like we glued, uh (Like we glued)
I say I don't f*ck with them, baby, I just f*ck with you
I say right now, I'm just feelin' too confused, uh
I say right now, you should pull up on me, get me out this mood (Get me out this mood)
VVS diamonds on these guns and these MACs
Not incarcerated, but I miss the bond that we had
Like a baseball coach, I be wantin' you home, ayy
If you not in the picture, you at the wrong base
Standin' on this bridge in London, I jump right now if you want me to
And I kicked my double cup and bloody karats
I'm on the last flight to Paris for your lovin' with no luggage
(Al Geno on the track)
VVS diamonds on these guns and these MACs
Not incarcerated, but I miss the bond that we had
Like a baseball coach, I be wantin' you home, ayy
If you not in the picture, you at the wrong base
Standin' on this bridge in London, I jump right now if you want me to
And I kicked my double cup and bloody karats
I'm on the last flight to Paris for your lovin' with no luggage
Ayy, told that bitch I'm Crippin', tryna see no red flags
Mama did it all like we had a dead dad
Say I'm garbage, when you see me, you be glad, yeah (Glad, yeah)
Keep that fake shit, that shit only make me mad, yeah (Mad, yeah)
Uh, voices in my head gon' say I'm buggin'
Got demons on my back, the only reason I be frontin'
Need some lovin', look, girl, I'm new to this, I thought you knew
She say I'm ludicrous, but cool as shit, I act a fool
She said, "If you tryna leave, then that's on you," uh
Just don't be out here frontin' like I wasn't stayin' true, tell the truth
It's a world full of people, I want you, uh (I want you)
All these fishes in the sea, but only us inside this pool
I say we should stick together like we glued, uh (Like we glued)
I say I don't f*ck with them, baby, I just f*ck with you
I say right now, I'm just feelin' too confused, uh
I say right now, you should pull up on me, get me out this mood (Get me out this mood)
VVS diamonds on these guns and these MACs
Not incarcerated, but I miss the bond that we had
Like a baseball coach, I be wantin' you home, ayy
If you not in the picture, you at the wrong base
Standin' on this bridge in London, I jump right now if you want me to
And I kicked my double cup and bloody karats
I'm on the last flight to Paris for your lovin' with no luggage
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Diamond Blick
(Frank got the pack)
People I love, I don't see much
Reaper in my zone where I roam, ease up
Condo full of hitters, bad bitch look like Tilda, but I can cut her off in a minute
I hope that God forgive her, she made some bad decisions just to ride in 'Raris and Benzes
Always just right for you, I'll do that three, four times again
Them nights on side of you, we can't tell God 'bout what we did
You gotta kill to shine, so it's VVSs on my blick
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
I be going, got family begging me to stop
I run it up enough, I'll fake my death just like I'm Pac
I ran into my mama room at night when I heard shots
I was just a kid, I, I was just a kid
Can't change everything, money change something, dog, I clap
I would get my hand dirty, then I'd go right back to touch my crap giving you my whole story 'cause I'd be dead wrong to give you hell
People I love, I don't see much
Reaper in my zone where I roam, ease up
Condo full of hitters, bad bitch look like Tilda, but I can cut her off in a minute
I hope that God forgive her, she made some bad decisions just to ride in 'Raris and Benzes
Always just right for you, I'll do that three, four times again
Them nights on side of you, we can't tell God 'bout what we did
You gotta kill to shine, so it's VVSs on my blick
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
I be going, got family begging me to stop
I run it up enough, I'll fake my death just like I'm Pac
I ran into my mama room at night when I heard shots
I was just a kid, I, I was just a kid
People I love, I don't see much
Reaper in my zone where I roam, ease up
Condo full of hitters, bad bitch look like Tilda, but I can cut her off in a minute
I hope that God forgive her, she made some bad decisions just to ride in 'Raris and Benzes
Always just right for you, I'll do that three, four times again
Them nights on side of you, we can't tell God 'bout what we did
You gotta kill to shine, so it's VVSs on my blick
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
I be going, got family begging me to stop
I run it up enough, I'll fake my death just like I'm Pac
I ran into my mama room at night when I heard shots
I was just a kid, I, I was just a kid
Can't change everything, money change something, dog, I clap
I would get my hand dirty, then I'd go right back to touch my crap giving you my whole story 'cause I'd be dead wrong to give you hell
People I love, I don't see much
Reaper in my zone where I roam, ease up
Condo full of hitters, bad bitch look like Tilda, but I can cut her off in a minute
I hope that God forgive her, she made some bad decisions just to ride in 'Raris and Benzes
Always just right for you, I'll do that three, four times again
Them nights on side of you, we can't tell God 'bout what we did
You gotta kill to shine, so it's VVSs on my blick
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
You got to kill to shine
I be going, got family begging me to stop
I run it up enough, I'll fake my death just like I'm Pac
I ran into my mama room at night when I heard shots
I was just a kid, I, I was just a kid
Writer: Isak Gidgard, James Frank, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Die for Me
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Woah
I can't pick the phone up, bitch, I'm swervin'
I been going hard, but still ain't scratched the surface (Damn)
I had to take off like I was on the run, yeah
I been sittin' here, smoking dope, this shit don't hurt my lungs, yeah (Yeah)
I'll buy you Balenci', baby, if you worth it
Woah (Woah)
'Cause I ran this shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Like to count it faster (Yeah, yeah)
Like to cause disaster (Woah, yeah, yeah)
And then I go back Casper (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I been dodgin' demons (Skrrt)
Tesla, shout out Elon, inside look like Reese's (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Bitch)
Left her heart in pieces (Bitch)
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
I'm home alone, but I keep havin' sold out shows
I like my bankroll different colors like my hoes
They thought I'd be a bum, I'm dripped in Who Decide War
This Tempur-Pedic start to feel just like the graveyard
I always wondered, would you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Smokin' out McDonald's drive-thru in the foreign whip
Only thing up in these denims, couple racks in tip
Bro ain't never had abortions, but he come to kid
It's hard on me that we don't speak very often
But long as these voices in my head keep talkin'
Seem like everywhere I go, it feels haunted, huh
Promise, this is not the life I wanted
Nigga locked down, fightin' cases, problem that a producer can't beat
Like troddin' on the concrete, you ain't really meant to be in these streets
Should've never thought this shit was sweet
Now I'm tryna catch her comin' out the hotel
Flew a bougie bitch back to Mobile
I ain't take the bitch to the club once
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Uh, uh
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Woah
I can't pick the phone up, bitch, I'm swervin'
I been going hard, but still ain't scratched the surface (Damn)
I had to take off like I was on the run, yeah
I been sittin' here, smoking dope, this shit don't hurt my lungs, yeah (Yeah)
I'll buy you Balenci', baby, if you worth it
Woah (Woah)
'Cause I ran this shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Like to count it faster (Yeah, yeah)
Like to cause disaster (Woah, yeah, yeah)
And then I go back Casper (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I been dodgin' demons (Skrrt)
Tesla, shout out Elon, inside look like Reese's (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Bitch)
Left her heart in pieces (Bitch)
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
I'm home alone, but I keep havin' sold out shows
I like my bankroll different colors like my hoes
They thought I'd be a bum, I'm dripped in Who Decide War
This Tempur-Pedic start to feel just like the graveyard
I always wondered, would you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Smokin' out McDonald's drive-thru in the foreign whip
Only thing up in these denims, couple racks in tip
Bro ain't never had abortions, but he come to kid
It's hard on me that we don't speak very often
But long as these voices in my head keep talkin'
Seem like everywhere I go, it feels haunted, huh
Promise, this is not the life I wanted
Nigga locked down, fightin' cases, problem that a producer can't beat
Like troddin' on the concrete, you ain't really meant to be in these streets
Should've never thought this shit was sweet
Now I'm tryna catch her comin' out the hotel
Flew a bougie bitch back to Mobile
I ain't take the bitch to the club once
I can't party on the weekends, bitch, I'm workin'
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin' so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won't you die for me? Lil' bitch, I'm perfect
Uh, uh
Writer: Andre Dontrel Burt Jr., Jordan Jenks, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Mistweaver
Today, I looked over my shoulder
Hoping you'd be sitting here
I almost feel like I could see you
Can you see me?
(Al Geno on the track)
It's your words, so won't you think hard about the things we finna do
I'm honest, I feel like Ray Charles, can see the innocent in you
Just vibe, I'm not askin' you for one thing
Come on, we should travel like Lebron James to some place we don't have to keep the door locked
Life's short, never backwards, so I don't cry
But we young, let's enjoy youth 'fore it's gone by
She know all my songs when we ride, she don't miss a tune
Come the way up in the skies, it's clouds in my livin' room
Soon I leave the house and hit the studio, she send me news
Pops up but she still know it's a chance I go back to the hood and I make the news
I far, but the things that I cater to
They ghost when I love, so it haunts me often
Got plants on the wall and they still be talkin'
Devil on the right side of my shoulder waitin' on me to sin again
But I still feel like I could change
Girl, it's safe you can leave your heart here with me
I don't think it belong nowhere near the streets
He brought you Chanel and some Tiffany
But I buy you more, so why not work with me?
It's your words, so won't you think hard about the things we finna do
I'm honest, I feel like Ray Charles, can see the innocent in you
Just vibe, I'm not askin' you for one thing
Come on, we should travel like Lebron James to some place we don't have to keep the door locked
Life's short, never backwards, so I don't cry
But we young, let's enjoy youth 'fore it's gone by
She know all my songs when we ride, she don't miss a tune
Come the way up in the skies, it's clouds in my livin' room
Soon I leave the house and hit the studio, she send me news
Pops up but she still know it's a chance I go back to the hood and I make the news
I far, but the things that I cater to
They ghost when I love, so it haunts me often
Got plants on the wall and they still be talkin'
Today I looked over my shoulder, hoping you could see the end
I almost felt like I could see you, can you see me?
(Al Geno on the track)
Hoping you'd be sitting here
I almost feel like I could see you
Can you see me?
(Al Geno on the track)
It's your words, so won't you think hard about the things we finna do
I'm honest, I feel like Ray Charles, can see the innocent in you
Just vibe, I'm not askin' you for one thing
Come on, we should travel like Lebron James to some place we don't have to keep the door locked
Life's short, never backwards, so I don't cry
But we young, let's enjoy youth 'fore it's gone by
She know all my songs when we ride, she don't miss a tune
Come the way up in the skies, it's clouds in my livin' room
Soon I leave the house and hit the studio, she send me news
Pops up but she still know it's a chance I go back to the hood and I make the news
I far, but the things that I cater to
They ghost when I love, so it haunts me often
Got plants on the wall and they still be talkin'
Devil on the right side of my shoulder waitin' on me to sin again
But I still feel like I could change
Girl, it's safe you can leave your heart here with me
I don't think it belong nowhere near the streets
He brought you Chanel and some Tiffany
But I buy you more, so why not work with me?
It's your words, so won't you think hard about the things we finna do
I'm honest, I feel like Ray Charles, can see the innocent in you
Just vibe, I'm not askin' you for one thing
Come on, we should travel like Lebron James to some place we don't have to keep the door locked
Life's short, never backwards, so I don't cry
But we young, let's enjoy youth 'fore it's gone by
She know all my songs when we ride, she don't miss a tune
Come the way up in the skies, it's clouds in my livin' room
Soon I leave the house and hit the studio, she send me news
Pops up but she still know it's a chance I go back to the hood and I make the news
I far, but the things that I cater to
They ghost when I love, so it haunts me often
Got plants on the wall and they still be talkin'
Today I looked over my shoulder, hoping you could see the end
I almost felt like I could see you, can you see me?
(Al Geno on the track)
Writer: Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford, Luke Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC
Greece or Sweden
(feat. Rylo Rodriguez)
[Intro:]
(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
[NoCap:]
No more sorries, something you just can't afford
Really, I need, I need something that is yours
I know this love thing really don't come with awards
Put you on airplanes, nothin' else to do when you get bored, oh, oh
Know you from overseas, but, girl, receive the way I'm brought up
Take me back to Greece or back to Sweden if I get caught up
I still wake up from dreams, I seen my nigga on a stretcher
I get high as I can to hide the real feelings I shelter
Runnin' so fast
I ain't done havin' to hold myself
Then I go and get faded
Reminiscin' 'bout the times
When you was claimin' you got me
Keep it steppin' like I knew that tone
It's the same women, we just in a different city
I bought my first Rollie, it felt like a Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
And later on, I found out I was bad at healin'
[Rylo Rodriguez:]
I caught you peekin' through the blinds
You trippin', what's with all the sunshines?
But I see through you, you be movin' transparent
Just like Magic Johnson
That lipo got you lookin' so fye
Girl, you don't even act like yourself no more
And, bae, he ain't even your type
Do you think that I'm hatin'?
You syringe your lips, they look amazin'
You always rockin' beads around your waistband
Keep talkin' about me f*ckin' somebody that you follow on the app
In real life, you ain't even they friend
Better text your ex that caught you cheatin' and put his hands on you
So when he hit you, you gave him a pass
Said it was your fault he fought you
But he stabbed you back, make sure your knife clean, it'll dawn on you
When you outside talkin', he try to take the purses back he bought you
Bae, I ain't no interior decorator, I don't do no pillow talkin'
You had got my name tatted, it been a year we ain't been talkin'
Got somebody new, he expectin' you to get that lasered off you
You still ain't got it covered up yet
[NoCap:]
No more sorries, something you just can't afford
Really, I need, I need something that is yours
I know this love thing really don't come with awards
Put you on airplanes, nothin' else to do when you get bored, oh, oh
Know you from overseas, but, girl, receive the way I'm brought up
Take me back to Greece or back to Sweden if I get caught up
I still wake up from dreams, I seen my nigga on a stretcher
I get high as I can to hide the real feelings I shelter
Runnin' so fast
I ain't done havin' to hold myself
Then I go and get faded
Reminiscin' 'bout the times
When you was claimin' you got me
Keep it steppin' like I knew that tone
[Intro:]
(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
[NoCap:]
No more sorries, something you just can't afford
Really, I need, I need something that is yours
I know this love thing really don't come with awards
Put you on airplanes, nothin' else to do when you get bored, oh, oh
Know you from overseas, but, girl, receive the way I'm brought up
Take me back to Greece or back to Sweden if I get caught up
I still wake up from dreams, I seen my nigga on a stretcher
I get high as I can to hide the real feelings I shelter
Runnin' so fast
I ain't done havin' to hold myself
Then I go and get faded
Reminiscin' 'bout the times
When you was claimin' you got me
Keep it steppin' like I knew that tone
It's the same women, we just in a different city
I bought my first Rollie, it felt like a Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
And later on, I found out I was bad at healin'
[Rylo Rodriguez:]
I caught you peekin' through the blinds
You trippin', what's with all the sunshines?
But I see through you, you be movin' transparent
Just like Magic Johnson
That lipo got you lookin' so fye
Girl, you don't even act like yourself no more
And, bae, he ain't even your type
Do you think that I'm hatin'?
You syringe your lips, they look amazin'
You always rockin' beads around your waistband
Keep talkin' about me f*ckin' somebody that you follow on the app
In real life, you ain't even they friend
Better text your ex that caught you cheatin' and put his hands on you
So when he hit you, you gave him a pass
Said it was your fault he fought you
But he stabbed you back, make sure your knife clean, it'll dawn on you
When you outside talkin', he try to take the purses back he bought you
Bae, I ain't no interior decorator, I don't do no pillow talkin'
You had got my name tatted, it been a year we ain't been talkin'
Got somebody new, he expectin' you to get that lasered off you
You still ain't got it covered up yet
[NoCap:]
No more sorries, something you just can't afford
Really, I need, I need something that is yours
I know this love thing really don't come with awards
Put you on airplanes, nothin' else to do when you get bored, oh, oh
Know you from overseas, but, girl, receive the way I'm brought up
Take me back to Greece or back to Sweden if I get caught up
I still wake up from dreams, I seen my nigga on a stretcher
I get high as I can to hide the real feelings I shelter
Runnin' so fast
I ain't done havin' to hold myself
Then I go and get faded
Reminiscin' 'bout the times
When you was claimin' you got me
Keep it steppin' like I knew that tone
Writer: Kobe Crawford, Rasmus Kjaer, Raul Bermejo, Ryan Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Front Row
(Al Geno on the track)
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
For all the ones who let me down, I expected it, I ain't cry
I done walked too many miles to be stuck in the same spot
The medication calm me down when I be dealin' with death
I thought 'bout bein' a billionaire, I thought 'bout killin' myself
If you listenin' to this song, then I'm with you
Nigga, crank up, pull up, let's smoke one
Tell me your struggle, all the shit that you done been through
I put my hand up, I won't repeat to no one
That shit f*cked up me and Crawford bond, I hate it happened
My cousin always wanted hats, I always liked it rappin'
I used to sit in Nickaboo trap and bet on Madden
I'd score a touchdown and then go score a case of lean
Had to watch Candace cry
That's like my mama, I let her down 'cause I let Slim die
Hold love for Draco even though that arm gettin' real tired
I seen that other side, but, damn, I'm tryna live now
I'm tryna live now
I be ridin' with 'em even if they don't ride with me
Die about 'em, go and face a jury like a lip ring
Bro, he not a pedophile, but keep an AR-15
And he in the kitchen touchin' babies like he Epstein
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'? Yeah
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Woah, you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
I said you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
For all the ones who let me down, I expected it, I ain't cry
I done walked too many miles to be stuck in the same spot
The medication calm me down when I be dealin' with death
I thought 'bout bein' a billionaire, I thought 'bout killin' myself
If you listenin' to this song, then I'm with you
Nigga, crank up, pull up, let's smoke one
Tell me your struggle, all the shit that you done been through
I put my hand up, I won't repeat to no one
That shit f*cked up me and Crawford bond, I hate it happened
My cousin always wanted hats, I always liked it rappin'
I used to sit in Nickaboo trap and bet on Madden
I'd score a touchdown and then go score a case of lean
Had to watch Candace cry
That's like my mama, I let her down 'cause I let Slim die
Hold love for Draco even though that arm gettin' real tired
I seen that other side, but, damn, I'm tryna live now
I'm tryna live now
I be ridin' with 'em even if they don't ride with me
Die about 'em, go and face a jury like a lip ring
Bro, he not a pedophile, but keep an AR-15
And he in the kitchen touchin' babies like he Epstein
Only two ways out, the jailhouse or graveyard
Havin' all this shit niggas'll die to get
Homie f*cked up, even if he didn't have his elbows
He'd still pull an armed robbery
Thought I could buy the pain, what got me tryna stack it
Livin' in this cold world, but ain't too many jackets
Book me for a show, I rock it, I ain't talkin' scientific
New friends all about me, old homies out to get me
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
Front row at these funerals
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'? Yeah
You ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Woah, you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
I said you ever seen your loved ones not breathin'?
Writer: Gene Hixon, Jan Branicki, Joel Desroches, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Before I Disappear Again is the second studio album by American rapper NoCap, released on August 16, 2024, by Atlantic Records.
This album features guest appearances from D'Yani, French Montana, Quavo, Rylo Rodriguez, Sleepy Hallow, and SoFaygo, alongside production from Cheese, Dreamlife Beats, FrankGotThePack, Pi'erre Bourne, Selfmade Retro, Str8cash, and Gene "Al Geno" Hixon who mixed and mastered the entirety of the record.The album serves as a follow-up to Crawford's fifth solo mixtape, The Last Bird (2022).
Crawford also spoke about the meaning behind the album's title:
"Like you said, I've been gone for two, three years working on myself [laughs]. Ain't no telling when I might have to do that again. Hopefully, I don't disappear again too soon, but ain't no telling when I have to go back and work on myself again. Yeah, we artists, but at the same time, we live real life. We're human, we're not robots. I just get back in that work mode, sometimes I'm worried about myself. That's all that's about really."
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
NoCapThis album features guest appearances from D'Yani, French Montana, Quavo, Rylo Rodriguez, Sleepy Hallow, and SoFaygo, alongside production from Cheese, Dreamlife Beats, FrankGotThePack, Pi'erre Bourne, Selfmade Retro, Str8cash, and Gene "Al Geno" Hixon who mixed and mastered the entirety of the record.The album serves as a follow-up to Crawford's fifth solo mixtape, The Last Bird (2022).
Crawford also spoke about the meaning behind the album's title:
"Like you said, I've been gone for two, three years working on myself [laughs]. Ain't no telling when I might have to do that again. Hopefully, I don't disappear again too soon, but ain't no telling when I have to go back and work on myself again. Yeah, we artists, but at the same time, we live real life. We're human, we're not robots. I just get back in that work mode, sometimes I'm worried about myself. That's all that's about really."
-Wikipedia
Featuring: D'Yani, French Montana, Quavo, Rylo Rodriguez, Sleepy Hallow, SoFaygo
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): 17OnDaTrack, 94thegenius, Al Geno, ALyX, Audio Jacc, Bak Beats, Biirthplace, Bijan Amir, Cheese, Darkside 3x, David Morse, Dreamlife Beats, EchoBeats, Fantom, FantomPower, Foreigngotem, FrankGotThePack, Garmvn, Harto Beats, Haze, Hoops, Jambo, JayForeiign, Jayrich Laplaya, J Miller, Joeydkeyz, KaiGoinKrazy, KookUp, LastHaze, L.A. The Brotherman, LC, MalikOTB, Martin Sole, Morgan O'Connor, Omar Guetfa, Pi'erre Bourne, Prezzley P., Reapyy, Selfmade Retro, Str8cash, Synco, Tilt, VenoTheBuilder, Wonderyo, Xynothing, Zuus
Length: 71:01
Released: August 16th, 2024
Year: 2024