(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
Hey, Mr. Crawford
Tell me where you been
They been askin', they been searchin', they been wonderin' why
Hey, Mr. Crawford
Tell me where you been (shit f*cked up right now)
They been askin', they been searchin', they been wonderin' why (it's gon' get better, though)
Ayy
Shootouts back to back, the hood in need of a spine
In the midst of chargin' my career, some niggas ended up dyin'
Know the opps want me wrinkled, so I stay with that iron
I'd rather go to jail than die, yeah, I wouldn't mind
So much love for my enemies, ayy, ayy, ayy
Thinkin' 'bout my past, it was incomplete, ayy, ayy, ayy
My leather so soft, my top so soft
I'll probably have it all, these niggas so soft
And I go so hard, and I go so hard
I probably curse in every verse, nigga, f*ck the world
And I'm still thuggin' with my niggas trappin' pearls, yeah
Forever thuggin' with my niggas, I'ma keep it real
This just the way I live, ayy
Lil' boys pushin' big wheels
I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your f*ckin' head
The sky is the limit, the sky is the limit
Hey, Mr. Crawford
Tell me where you been
Been ridin' 'round with some loaded guns, smokin' Pink Runtz
Lookin' for the opps' moms in the back of a Benz
Don't know where to begin
They gone for life, that's a hundred percent
Tried to stay cool, they got me hot, took me from under the vent
Talkin' to this codeine, I be high when I vent
Industry full of f*ck niggas, don't know how I got in
Was suffocating, I found a bag and I jumped right up in it
He was skippin' English class, couldn't run away from that sentence
You my son, I'm your dad, I put lean in my kidney
Drinkin' Houston, come from Rula, I get higher than Whitney
Up in Houston with my ruler, tryna pull up on Britney
Not lookin' forward to your presence, but a young nigga gifted, yeah
Ask my city, they know I'm givin' back
I'm a real nigga, I ain't gotta record every time I hand out book bag
Kyrie Irving handles, I was broke and I had shook back
Geno hit the 'bows so many times, I watched him cook crack
Had a couple of abortions 'cause I was broke and I regret that
Damn, my kids would've had a rich dad
Put that on your brain and sit back
It was me and Dunk ridin', tryna knock a nigga shit back
My J slangin' iron, a nigga wish he wouldn't've took that
Took Roger Williams down, Ralo still brought his hood back
They finna take my hood down, what they gon' do next?
Shootouts back to back, the hood in need of a spine
In the midst of chargin' my career, some niggas ended up dyin'
Know the opps want me wrinkled, so I stay with that iron
I'd rather go to jail than die, yeah, I wouldn't mind
So much love for my enemies, ayy, ayy, ayy
Thinkin' 'bout my past, it was incomplete, ayy, ayy, ayy
NoCap - Mr. Crawford Album Lyrics
NoCap - Mr. Crawford Lyrics
Writer: Kobe Crawford, Raul Bermejo
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
FTW
(12Hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Wonder why I scream, "F*ck the world"
'Cause I don't belong here
Codeine take me to another world
'Cause I don't belong here
I put water on fire
And the flames get higher
When the judge talkin' numbers (numbers)
That shit a turn you to a prayer (prayer)
I ain't do nothin' but make it out the block, they say I'm legendary
Still feel the time they gave Mark was so unnecessary
I'm missin' Duke, my grandma Toot, was young when she went to Heaven
In apartments, rappin', I look at Mimi, Foreign and Telly
Caught up with this rappin' shit, tell Jade I don't mean it
Been gettin' high since a lil' one and a nigga still leanin'
Daddy say, "I know you grindin', but you're brudda 'nem need you"
I miss Cyrus too, just look Zoe and Fredricka
When you touchin' paper money, that shit a turn you dangerous
You can ask my family 'nem, I used to be an angel
Niggas I used to hang with everyday, now they my biggest haters
Wish I knew a long time ago, that they'll write a statememnt
Gave that nigga Slim a couple pints when he came home
And I told him, "Keep it," he tried to call me back and pay me for 'em
Now my nigga gone, I just need someone to lean on
Opps hit some', then we hit some', we go back and forth like ping pong (uh)
Ten years old, slidin' in that Monte Carlo
Me and Gino way in Houston, Texas
Got that phone call, I'm tryna get to see him
I f*ck with Scotty too, four years old, he got me at the store
Red rag wrapped around my head, pants to the floor
Jail cell, on lockdown, slide it on the floor
Came home, made seven hunnid, I'm finna make some more
Dodge the reaper, keep my heater and pull up in a Ghost
Lil E had died off Percocet, pray for Isaiah, he hurt the most
Wonder why I scream, "F*ck the world" (f*ck the world)
'Cause I don't belong here
Codeine take me to another world (another world)
'Cause I don't belong here
I put water on fire
And the flames get higher
When the judge talkin' numbers (numbers)
That shit a turn you to a prayer (prayer)
(12Hunna on the beat)
Yeah, I'm talkin' higher and higher
Talkin' higher and higher
The flames get higher and higher
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Wonder why I scream, "F*ck the world"
'Cause I don't belong here
Codeine take me to another world
'Cause I don't belong here
I put water on fire
And the flames get higher
When the judge talkin' numbers (numbers)
That shit a turn you to a prayer (prayer)
I ain't do nothin' but make it out the block, they say I'm legendary
Still feel the time they gave Mark was so unnecessary
I'm missin' Duke, my grandma Toot, was young when she went to Heaven
In apartments, rappin', I look at Mimi, Foreign and Telly
Caught up with this rappin' shit, tell Jade I don't mean it
Been gettin' high since a lil' one and a nigga still leanin'
Daddy say, "I know you grindin', but you're brudda 'nem need you"
I miss Cyrus too, just look Zoe and Fredricka
When you touchin' paper money, that shit a turn you dangerous
You can ask my family 'nem, I used to be an angel
Niggas I used to hang with everyday, now they my biggest haters
Wish I knew a long time ago, that they'll write a statememnt
Gave that nigga Slim a couple pints when he came home
And I told him, "Keep it," he tried to call me back and pay me for 'em
Now my nigga gone, I just need someone to lean on
Opps hit some', then we hit some', we go back and forth like ping pong (uh)
Ten years old, slidin' in that Monte Carlo
Me and Gino way in Houston, Texas
Got that phone call, I'm tryna get to see him
I f*ck with Scotty too, four years old, he got me at the store
Red rag wrapped around my head, pants to the floor
Jail cell, on lockdown, slide it on the floor
Came home, made seven hunnid, I'm finna make some more
Dodge the reaper, keep my heater and pull up in a Ghost
Lil E had died off Percocet, pray for Isaiah, he hurt the most
Wonder why I scream, "F*ck the world" (f*ck the world)
'Cause I don't belong here
Codeine take me to another world (another world)
'Cause I don't belong here
I put water on fire
And the flames get higher
When the judge talkin' numbers (numbers)
That shit a turn you to a prayer (prayer)
(12Hunna on the beat)
Yeah, I'm talkin' higher and higher
Talkin' higher and higher
The flames get higher and higher
Writer: Brandon Russell, Campbell Rolston-Clemmer, Dwan Avery, Jason Goldberg, Kobe Crawford, Michael O'Brien
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Vaccine
(Al Geno on the track)
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
DA, she ain't got no evidence so I ain't coppin' out
Opps be tryna talk it out, but it ain't shit to talk about
Niggas that I grew up with and love, they all jealous now
I miss 'em and I want them niggas 'round but they got too much pride
In and out of court, I had it hard, dawg
I wonder what happen when a star fall
Tryna boost your rank, don't wanna separate
I hope you don't turn, so let me illustrate
I hope I don't lose it but you know my life like a movie and I can't forget about it
I'm still on probation and I hope the PO don't search my house, got too many choppers
I gave her chances and chances, I gave her my life
But she was just in and out it
So she f*cked it up for the rest of them hoes
Get a star and I treat her like anybody
Put that whip up in reverse and bring that bag out
I'm high, my pockets swole, I'm walkin' 'round with astronauts
Ain't no insurance on them shooters when they crashin'
This shit like vaccine
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
DA, she ain't got no evidence so I ain't coppin' out
Opps be tryna talk it out, but it ain't shit to talk about
Niggas that I grew up with and love, they all jealous now
I miss 'em and I want them niggas 'round but they got too much pride
In and out of court, I had it hard, dawg
I wonder what happen when a star fall
Tryna boost your rank, don't wanna separate
I hope you don't turn, so let me illustrate
I hope I don't lose it but you know my life like a movie and I can't forget about it
I'm still on probation and I hope the PO don't search my house, got too many choppers
I gave her chances and chances, I gave her my life
But she was just in and out it
So she f*cked it up for the rest of them hoes
Get a star and I treat her like anybody
Put that whip up in reverse and bring that bag out
I'm high, my pockets swole, I'm walkin' 'round with astronauts
Ain't no insurance on them shooters when they crashin'
This shit like vaccine
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
Writer: Daniel Nduwimana, Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Vaccine (Falling Star)
(Al Geno on the track)
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
DA, she ain't got no evidence so I ain't coppin' out
Opps be tryna talk it out, but it ain't shit to talk about
Niggas that I grew up with and love, they all jealous now
I miss 'em and I want them niggas 'round but they got too much pride
In and out of court, I had it hard, dawg
I wonder what happen when a star fall
Tryna boost your rank, don't wanna separate
I hope you don't turn, so let me illustrate
I hope I don't lose it but you know my life like a movie and I can't forget about it
I'm still on probation and I hope the PO don't search my house, got too many choppers
I gave her chances and chances, I gave her my life
But she was just in and out it
So she f*cked it up for the rest of them hoes
Get a star and I treat her like anybody
Put that whip up in reverse and bring that bag out
I'm high, my pockets swole, I'm walkin' 'round with astronauts
Ain't no insurance on them shooters when they crashin'
This shit like vaccine
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
DA, she ain't got no evidence so I ain't coppin' out
Opps be tryna talk it out, but it ain't shit to talk about
Niggas that I grew up with and love, they all jealous now
I miss 'em and I want them niggas 'round but they got too much pride
In and out of court, I had it hard, dawg
I wonder what happen when a star fall
Tryna boost your rank, don't wanna separate
I hope you don't turn, so let me illustrate
I hope I don't lose it but you know my life like a movie and I can't forget about it
I'm still on probation and I hope the PO don't search my house, got too many choppers
I gave her chances and chances, I gave her my life
But she was just in and out it
So she f*cked it up for the rest of them hoes
Get a star and I treat her like anybody
Put that whip up in reverse and bring that bag out
I'm high, my pockets swole, I'm walkin' 'round with astronauts
Ain't no insurance on them shooters when they crashin'
This shit like vaccine
We give that nigga shots just like Johnson & Johnson
I rock Heron Preston 'cause, nigga, I'm a junky
I know it's hard to tell but I was broke before, I promise
All that free time got 'em lyin', but I'm too busy bein' honest, ayy
Panoramic, ayy, I know how to whip that
When she get in it, ayy, he can't get his bitch back
Soon as you don't acknowledge them, niggas go to switchin' sides
From a cell to a mansion like I'm Quagmire
Writer: Daniel Nduwimana, Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Very Special
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Go Grizz')
Yeah, yeah
They taught that extra shit in school
All I needed to learn was chase a check
Walk 'round with two-hundred thousand cash, I feel very special
Swang that Lambo' through the parking lot and I be breakin' necks
My shooter don't touch the rim, so we ain't beefin' on no internet
Brand new stash spot (spot), brand new AP (AP)
She got her ass out (ass out), she can't persuade me ('suade me)
Brand new Porsche coupe, turbo
We ain't squashin' beef (pop, pop), poles blow
Got on thousand dollar shoes, I feel very special
Opp nigga just made the news, I feel very special
Pull off in a Huracan, came back in a Tesla
Walk 'round with a loaded gun, can't go for the set-up
Lifestyle expensive, need to walk 'round with a camera
Louis V from head to toe, I'm lookin' like a scammer
Don't pillow talk to hoes, that's how you get yo' bitch f*cked
Nigga, I love you, but it's "f*ck you," 'cause you switched up
If I'm in the club, then that bitch in the car tucked
If it's real smoke, then ain't no way they dodge us
Lean in my cup, this ain't champagne but we 'bout Dracos
Give 'em halos, I'm talkin' 'til the case closed
They taught that extra shit in school
All I needed to learn was chase a check
Walk 'round with two-hundred thousand cash, I feel very special
Swang that Lambo' through the parking lot and I be breakin' necks
My shooter don't touch the rim, so we ain't beefin' on no internet
Brand new stash spot (spot), brand new AP (AP)
She got her ass out (ass out), she can't persuade me ('suade me)
Brand new Porsche coupe, turbo
We ain't squashin' beef (pop, pop), poles blow
Got on thousand dollar shoes, I feel very special
Opp nigga just made the news, I feel very special
Pull off in a Huracan, came back in a Tesla
Walk 'round with a loaded gun, can't go for the set-up
Yeah, yeah (Go Grizz')
Yeah, yeah
They taught that extra shit in school
All I needed to learn was chase a check
Walk 'round with two-hundred thousand cash, I feel very special
Swang that Lambo' through the parking lot and I be breakin' necks
My shooter don't touch the rim, so we ain't beefin' on no internet
Brand new stash spot (spot), brand new AP (AP)
She got her ass out (ass out), she can't persuade me ('suade me)
Brand new Porsche coupe, turbo
We ain't squashin' beef (pop, pop), poles blow
Got on thousand dollar shoes, I feel very special
Opp nigga just made the news, I feel very special
Pull off in a Huracan, came back in a Tesla
Walk 'round with a loaded gun, can't go for the set-up
Lifestyle expensive, need to walk 'round with a camera
Louis V from head to toe, I'm lookin' like a scammer
Don't pillow talk to hoes, that's how you get yo' bitch f*cked
Nigga, I love you, but it's "f*ck you," 'cause you switched up
If I'm in the club, then that bitch in the car tucked
If it's real smoke, then ain't no way they dodge us
Lean in my cup, this ain't champagne but we 'bout Dracos
Give 'em halos, I'm talkin' 'til the case closed
They taught that extra shit in school
All I needed to learn was chase a check
Walk 'round with two-hundred thousand cash, I feel very special
Swang that Lambo' through the parking lot and I be breakin' necks
My shooter don't touch the rim, so we ain't beefin' on no internet
Brand new stash spot (spot), brand new AP (AP)
She got her ass out (ass out), she can't persuade me ('suade me)
Brand new Porsche coupe, turbo
We ain't squashin' beef (pop, pop), poles blow
Got on thousand dollar shoes, I feel very special
Opp nigga just made the news, I feel very special
Pull off in a Huracan, came back in a Tesla
Walk 'round with a loaded gun, can't go for the set-up
Writer: Kevin Price, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ill Be Here
They tellin' me to make some club music
Nah, bitch, I'm a popstar, drug user
Them niggas broke, 'cause they too focused on what I'm doin'
I got rich, still tote this banger, I'm a good influence
These rap niggas be click hoppin', I'm already here
Way before I had power, I had a fifty on that clip
Make sure that it's on me, 'cause we might die if we ain't strapped
I f*ck with Nick Saban, but I put 'Bama on the map
Remember skippin' school, now we tryna hear a bell
Don't care if he in Portland, got them shooters on his trail
Couple homies changed on me, got me ballin' by myself
In that water like I'm Michael, this some pain they never felt, yeah-yeah-yeah
It ain't only in my yard, you see it everywhere
To a mansion from a cold-ass jail cell
Only us and we ain't f*ckin' with no new niggas
Should've been a doctor, nothin' that I do little
Tryna come off that lean just so I can move quicker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em niggas that if it's smoke with us don't send the ones they love
I shed tears, sweat and blood
Won't let you take it from me, nigga, I'm a thug
I'ma run it up until it's all okay
Even though that cash don't take that pain away
Sosa the joker, he be frontline with that K
And I'll be here when the sun rise, I can't wait
I'll be here, I'll be here
I'll be here, I'll be here
I'll be, I'll be
I'll be, I'll be
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Send me a sign, you reppin' on it then we steppin' on you
We should've knock your mans down back in California
Tell Draco that I love him, never turn my back on homie
I gave the world my struggle, gave the streets my testimony
Take my heart then you leave me, don't act like you need me
Pose in this Rolls-Royce, it ain't mine, it's Kingston's
One day, I'll fly so, so high with my wings up
I do not want, want this life that they dream of
Got rid of users, to get rid of favors
F*ck them magazines, we tote clips, we tote faders
Hope you don't plan on watchin' us, we go cut off your cable
Want you hungry niggas to hear these shots, we took off the potatoes
I'm the best rapper alive, nigga
Best rapper dead, that's if I die, nigga
All I know is never tell and stay fly, nigga
So when I'm walkin' through Delta, the feds harass a nigga
They tellin' me to make some club music
Nah, bitch, I'm a popstar, drug user
Them niggas broke, 'cause they too focused on what I'm doin'
I got rich, still tote this banger, I'm a good influence
I'ma run it up until it's all okay
Even though that cash don't take that pain away
Sosa the joker, he be frontline with that K
And I'll be here when the sun rise, I can't wait
Take my heart then you leave me, don't act like you need me
Pose in this Rolls-Royce, it ain't mine, it's Kingston's
One day, I'll fly so, so high with my wings up
I do not want, want this life that they dream of
I'll be here, I'll be here
I'll be here, I'll be here
Nah, bitch, I'm a popstar, drug user
Them niggas broke, 'cause they too focused on what I'm doin'
I got rich, still tote this banger, I'm a good influence
These rap niggas be click hoppin', I'm already here
Way before I had power, I had a fifty on that clip
Make sure that it's on me, 'cause we might die if we ain't strapped
I f*ck with Nick Saban, but I put 'Bama on the map
Remember skippin' school, now we tryna hear a bell
Don't care if he in Portland, got them shooters on his trail
Couple homies changed on me, got me ballin' by myself
In that water like I'm Michael, this some pain they never felt, yeah-yeah-yeah
It ain't only in my yard, you see it everywhere
To a mansion from a cold-ass jail cell
Only us and we ain't f*ckin' with no new niggas
Should've been a doctor, nothin' that I do little
Tryna come off that lean just so I can move quicker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em niggas that if it's smoke with us don't send the ones they love
I shed tears, sweat and blood
Won't let you take it from me, nigga, I'm a thug
I'ma run it up until it's all okay
Even though that cash don't take that pain away
Sosa the joker, he be frontline with that K
And I'll be here when the sun rise, I can't wait
I'll be here, I'll be here
I'll be here, I'll be here
I'll be, I'll be
I'll be, I'll be
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Send me a sign, you reppin' on it then we steppin' on you
We should've knock your mans down back in California
Tell Draco that I love him, never turn my back on homie
I gave the world my struggle, gave the streets my testimony
Take my heart then you leave me, don't act like you need me
Pose in this Rolls-Royce, it ain't mine, it's Kingston's
One day, I'll fly so, so high with my wings up
I do not want, want this life that they dream of
Got rid of users, to get rid of favors
F*ck them magazines, we tote clips, we tote faders
Hope you don't plan on watchin' us, we go cut off your cable
Want you hungry niggas to hear these shots, we took off the potatoes
I'm the best rapper alive, nigga
Best rapper dead, that's if I die, nigga
All I know is never tell and stay fly, nigga
So when I'm walkin' through Delta, the feds harass a nigga
They tellin' me to make some club music
Nah, bitch, I'm a popstar, drug user
Them niggas broke, 'cause they too focused on what I'm doin'
I got rich, still tote this banger, I'm a good influence
I'ma run it up until it's all okay
Even though that cash don't take that pain away
Sosa the joker, he be frontline with that K
And I'll be here when the sun rise, I can't wait
Take my heart then you leave me, don't act like you need me
Pose in this Rolls-Royce, it ain't mine, it's Kingston's
One day, I'll fly so, so high with my wings up
I do not want, want this life that they dream of
I'll be here, I'll be here
I'll be here, I'll be here
Writer: James Jarvis, Justin Mitchell, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Go-Realer
(Nikko, let me get a hit)
(Darkside, Darkside, Darkside)
(Keyz on the beat)
Ayy
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a f*ck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week, ayy
Spin out that Bentley truck, foreign the chopper
Her nigga couldn't handle her, made her my problem
All-white but the red be right at the bottom
Is it Wock'? All a sudden they sendin' a drop
I spent twelve on the outfit, no, I ain't Tekashi
Pull up new school but I didn't go to college
I got love for Lil Hottie I gave him my pockets
It was laced when I went in, I came home and tied it
Shawty wanna go see the river, I cried it
I know I get in my feelings sometimes
I'ma take care my family and eat with the guys
Want my opps to see this, man, I hate that he died
Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
Diamonds dance, I don't need a filter
Flawless baguettes, the real ones
I came home and got some cheese
I ain't takin' no pictures
Soon as she get up off her knees
She go cap to her niggas
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
I came home and got some cheese
I ain't takin' no pictures
Soon as she get up off her knees
She go cap to her niggas
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
Ayy
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a f*ck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week, ayy
Spin out that Bentley truck, foreign the chopper
Her nigga couldn't handle her, made her my problem
All-white but the red be right at the bottom
Is it Wock'? All a sudden they sendin' a drop
I spent twelve on the outfit, no, I ain't Tekashi
Pull up new school but I didn't go to college
I got love for Lil Hottie I gave him my pockets
It was laced when I went in, I came home and tied it
Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand-new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a f*ck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week
Shawty wanna go see the river, I cried it
I know I get in my feelings sometimes
I'ma take care my family and eat with the guys
Want my opps to see this, man, I hate that he died
(Darkside, Darkside, Darkside)
(Keyz on the beat)
Ayy
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a f*ck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week, ayy
Spin out that Bentley truck, foreign the chopper
Her nigga couldn't handle her, made her my problem
All-white but the red be right at the bottom
Is it Wock'? All a sudden they sendin' a drop
I spent twelve on the outfit, no, I ain't Tekashi
Pull up new school but I didn't go to college
I got love for Lil Hottie I gave him my pockets
It was laced when I went in, I came home and tied it
Shawty wanna go see the river, I cried it
I know I get in my feelings sometimes
I'ma take care my family and eat with the guys
Want my opps to see this, man, I hate that he died
Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
Diamonds dance, I don't need a filter
Flawless baguettes, the real ones
I came home and got some cheese
I ain't takin' no pictures
Soon as she get up off her knees
She go cap to her niggas
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
I came home and got some cheese
I ain't takin' no pictures
Soon as she get up off her knees
She go cap to her niggas
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
Ayy
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a f*ck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week, ayy
Spin out that Bentley truck, foreign the chopper
Her nigga couldn't handle her, made her my problem
All-white but the red be right at the bottom
Is it Wock'? All a sudden they sendin' a drop
I spent twelve on the outfit, no, I ain't Tekashi
Pull up new school but I didn't go to college
I got love for Lil Hottie I gave him my pockets
It was laced when I went in, I came home and tied it
Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand-new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a f*ck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week
Shawty wanna go see the river, I cried it
I know I get in my feelings sometimes
I'ma take care my family and eat with the guys
Want my opps to see this, man, I hate that he died
Writer: Aaron Nelson, Justin Mitchell, Kobe Crawford, Nicholas Bosco
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Took A Risk
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hard times made me accidentally stay up 'til the mornin'
Count this cash, count these Benjis soon as I'm done performin'
I'm a boss, I send for niggas, I don't make appointments
All you niggas washed up, NoCap do the laundry
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me, it's hard livin'
When it's all envy, the scars trendin'
The hood prince, it was meant, don't forget
The hood can't see without me, I'm the neighborhood lens
Somebody get my opps some vodka, heard them niggas hidin' they kin
If I buy them extra legs, them niggas still won't stand a chance
Tell 'em free BaBa Osama, money fallin' out my pants
Niggas think I killed they grandma, I done smoked a million grams
On this flight with fifty bands, I spend twenty when I land
Hear a million voices sayin', "Don't lose"
I was really in the streets before my YouTube
I was really in the streets before these Pro Tools
Hardbody nigga, go and check my statue
I'm geeked as hell, I get to feelin' like I'm Urkel
Got in DSquared2 and got them bitches out my circle
I just think where I'm born at, that's where I'm sippin' purple
I just got to New Orleans, bought Saint Laurent and Perkies
You ain't cut like that, we know that you the scared nigga
I buy army guns just to shoot above the legs with 'em
You better not tuck your tail, I got it tucked, don't go and tell, nigga
I'm shippin' all this smoke like for real, how this mail get here?
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me, it's hard livin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hard times made me accidentally stay up 'til the mornin'
Count this cash, count these Benjis soon as I'm done performin'
I'm a boss, I send for niggas, I don't make appointments
All you niggas washed up, NoCap do the laundry
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me, it's hard livin'
When it's all envy, the scars trendin'
The hood prince, it was meant, don't forget
The hood can't see without me, I'm the neighborhood lens
Somebody get my opps some vodka, heard them niggas hidin' they kin
If I buy them extra legs, them niggas still won't stand a chance
Tell 'em free BaBa Osama, money fallin' out my pants
Niggas think I killed they grandma, I done smoked a million grams
On this flight with fifty bands, I spend twenty when I land
Hear a million voices sayin', "Don't lose"
I was really in the streets before my YouTube
I was really in the streets before these Pro Tools
Hardbody nigga, go and check my statue
I'm geeked as hell, I get to feelin' like I'm Urkel
Got in DSquared2 and got them bitches out my circle
I just think where I'm born at, that's where I'm sippin' purple
I just got to New Orleans, bought Saint Laurent and Perkies
You ain't cut like that, we know that you the scared nigga
I buy army guns just to shoot above the legs with 'em
You better not tuck your tail, I got it tucked, don't go and tell, nigga
I'm shippin' all this smoke like for real, how this mail get here?
Took a risk (risk), had to run that shit up (shit up)
I took a risk (risk), now a nigga lit up (lit up)
Better stick to rappin' and stop cappin' like a killer
This the same shit that got Tupac and Big hit up
My mama know I'm glued, she just hate the way I move
I sip that same shit that killed Pimp and DJ Screw
And I gotta keep a tool
You don't hear me, it's hard livin'
Writer: Christopher Billiot, James Afflu, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Shackles to Diamonds
(Al Geno on the track)
I was havin' bad dreams
Way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s
And Jordans, until they matching
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
Yo' baby bang red like Santa Claus
'Cause he ain't used to gettin' up for Christmas
I went to sleep broke so many times
Now it's fifty racks in my pillow
I took every drug just to deal with it
But I'm still missin' my nigga
Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud
Probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella
Bet shawty come back when I cheat
'Cause she know the next nigga ain't realer
How you gon' come around tryna seek fame?
And I still can't hide these tears
Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke
The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old
Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later"
And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of
(Ooh)
Two hundred thousand on my neck, boy, don't look wrong
(Ooh)
'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates
But I need one more strip
I was havin' bad dreams
Way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s
And Jordans, until they matching
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
I was havin' bad dreams
Way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s
And Jordans, until they matching
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
Yo' baby bang red like Santa Claus
'Cause he ain't used to gettin' up for Christmas
I went to sleep broke so many times
Now it's fifty racks in my pillow
I took every drug just to deal with it
But I'm still missin' my nigga
Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud
Probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella
Bet shawty come back when I cheat
'Cause she know the next nigga ain't realer
How you gon' come around tryna seek fame?
And I still can't hide these tears
Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke
The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old
Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later"
And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of
(Ooh)
Two hundred thousand on my neck, boy, don't look wrong
(Ooh)
'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates
But I need one more strip
I was havin' bad dreams
Way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s
And Jordans, until they matching
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
Writer: Davood Nadimi Boushehri, Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford, Nick Seely
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Comfortable Numb
(NIKKO, let me get a hit)
I'll rock these scars until my soul destroy
My neck on froze, heart on zero
I wanna lean on you and vent to you
Hope you forget everything I said, do you?
Hope you forget so they not secrets no more (oh)
I let my tears and my chains drag the floor
I was losin' so much faith, turned my back on God
Sometimes I really get to thinkin' I'm comfortable numb
I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable
Come out the slums, original ones, I honor them
Where nothin' ain't promised but money and guns and punishment
My music might change, but I'm just maturin', it's honesty
Dropped my first tape 2016, within that timespan
I done seen a whole bunch of shit
I'm livin', I'm with it, I'm shinin', I'm different
Designer, I'm pickin', we spendin', I'm dizzy
Don't know what move faster, this time or this Demon?
Devil on my left shoulder, the right one, it's a deacon
Know my flow is sick, Doctor Sebi couldn't find a treatment
Alone, but it's a room full of people right now I'm seein'
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it
Wish you can see what I'm seein'
Wish you can see what I'm seein'
Oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Pull up in that Ghost, know they didn't see it comin'
I ran up them bands, this ain't NFT money
F*cked four broads in Dallas in one night, I feel like Dak
I know niggas love the plug, but some ranned off like Zach
I was broke and snapped back, now I'm back on top like hats
Give a f*ck about me and these rappers, no, I can't get on your track
Sippin' out the bottle, tryna dodge the can
I ain't gotta walk through TSA, that Rolex came plain
I scream, "F*ck love," now it ain't no more
I can cry an ocean, my wrist metal, it's a damn shore
She ask me did I want some brain? I told her, "Of damn course"
Now I got her hooked
Drop my top when it be rainin', take that foreign through the mud
Aw, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah, yeah
Hope the devil don't take the wheel, 'cause it's just us
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Stacked jeans stacked in my genes, my daddy was a hustler
Stacks in my jeans
I'll rock these scars until my soul destroy
My neck on froze, heart on zero
I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable
Come out the slums, original ones, I honor them
Where nothin' ain't promised but money and guns and punishment
Alone, but it's a room full of people I'm seein'
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it
I'll rock these scars until my soul destroy
My neck on froze, heart on zero
I wanna lean on you and vent to you
Hope you forget everything I said, do you?
Hope you forget so they not secrets no more (oh)
I let my tears and my chains drag the floor
I was losin' so much faith, turned my back on God
Sometimes I really get to thinkin' I'm comfortable numb
I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable
Come out the slums, original ones, I honor them
Where nothin' ain't promised but money and guns and punishment
My music might change, but I'm just maturin', it's honesty
Dropped my first tape 2016, within that timespan
I done seen a whole bunch of shit
I'm livin', I'm with it, I'm shinin', I'm different
Designer, I'm pickin', we spendin', I'm dizzy
Don't know what move faster, this time or this Demon?
Devil on my left shoulder, the right one, it's a deacon
Know my flow is sick, Doctor Sebi couldn't find a treatment
Alone, but it's a room full of people right now I'm seein'
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it
Wish you can see what I'm seein'
Wish you can see what I'm seein'
Oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Pull up in that Ghost, know they didn't see it comin'
I ran up them bands, this ain't NFT money
F*cked four broads in Dallas in one night, I feel like Dak
I know niggas love the plug, but some ranned off like Zach
I was broke and snapped back, now I'm back on top like hats
Give a f*ck about me and these rappers, no, I can't get on your track
Sippin' out the bottle, tryna dodge the can
I ain't gotta walk through TSA, that Rolex came plain
I scream, "F*ck love," now it ain't no more
I can cry an ocean, my wrist metal, it's a damn shore
She ask me did I want some brain? I told her, "Of damn course"
Now I got her hooked
Drop my top when it be rainin', take that foreign through the mud
Aw, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah, yeah
Hope the devil don't take the wheel, 'cause it's just us
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Stacked jeans stacked in my genes, my daddy was a hustler
Stacks in my jeans
I'll rock these scars until my soul destroy
My neck on froze, heart on zero
I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable numb, I'm comfortable
Come out the slums, original ones, I honor them
Where nothin' ain't promised but money and guns and punishment
Alone, but it's a room full of people I'm seein'
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it (oh)
Wish you can see it
Writer: Kobe Crawford, Nicholas Bosco
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Choppas And Ferraris
(Darkside, Darkside, Darkside)
You the girl of my dreams, you the girl of my nightmares
I look around and you and you be nowhere
But I can still see your smile, it won't go away
I don't want to but it's best we go our own ways
I'm a superstar, you cannot take that from me
I'm a superstar, I'm still lookin' for a sun
I'm a superstar
Since I get money, they think nothin' don't phase me
I be hopin' that this fame don't take me
And I be hopin' that these niggas don't make me
Go back to that jail or go back to that cell, yeah
Want me to drop, I know the streets deserve it
But I'm tryna make this album perfect
Mr. Crawford, I remain me
To the graveyard or jail keys
Judge don't understand all the time he givin'
'Cause he ain't ever had no family members in the system
Judge don't understand why we ride with pistols
'Cause if we don't, then they gon' kill us, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck these diamonds on me hittin', I can't take it with me
F*ck the cars that I be steerin', I can't take it with me
They say what goes around comes around, who cares?
How I let them bitches fool me? I'm too player
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
You the girl of my dreams, you the girl of my nightmares
I look around and you and you be nowhere
But I can still see your smile, it won't go away
I don't want to but it's best we go our own ways
I'm a superstar, you cannot take that from me
I'm a superstar, I'm still lookin' for a sun
I'm a superstar
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
You the girl of my dreams, you the girl of my nightmares
I look around and you and you be nowhere
But I can still see your smile, it won't go away
I don't want to but it's best we go our own ways
I'm a superstar, you cannot take that from me
I'm a superstar, I'm still lookin' for a sun
I'm a superstar
Since I get money, they think nothin' don't phase me
I be hopin' that this fame don't take me
And I be hopin' that these niggas don't make me
Go back to that jail or go back to that cell, yeah
Want me to drop, I know the streets deserve it
But I'm tryna make this album perfect
Mr. Crawford, I remain me
To the graveyard or jail keys
Judge don't understand all the time he givin'
'Cause he ain't ever had no family members in the system
Judge don't understand why we ride with pistols
'Cause if we don't, then they gon' kill us, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck these diamonds on me hittin', I can't take it with me
F*ck the cars that I be steerin', I can't take it with me
They say what goes around comes around, who cares?
How I let them bitches fool me? I'm too player
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
You the girl of my dreams, you the girl of my nightmares
I look around and you and you be nowhere
But I can still see your smile, it won't go away
I don't want to but it's best we go our own ways
I'm a superstar, you cannot take that from me
I'm a superstar, I'm still lookin' for a sun
I'm a superstar
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
If you hear my phone ring, that's them demons callin'
Rollin' with my homie, choppers and Ferraris
Writer: James Jarvis, Jarom Su'a, Justin Mitchell, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
House Bigger
(Ruffians)
Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look
If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she f*cked for nothin', but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, f*cked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust a left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothin', oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tannin' in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one
Ayy, rockin' so much Chrome Hearts my heart silver
F*ck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage but I been movin' swift just like I'm Taylor
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My opps, they hungry, so what's up on the barrel? The potato
I was hurtin' so I went and bought me some more acres
I spend my own money, you can ask my accountant at the label
I drink too much syrup, every time I piss I see the maple
No, they didn't picture this, I spent 20K just on some Gallery
Slide in that Charger but we gon' leave 'em dead just like a battery
A nigga scarred up, but no I can't complain, my mama happy
I just point at God, if my name was Johnson, it wasn't Magic
Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look
If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she f*cked for nothin', but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, f*cked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust a left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothin', oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tannin' in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one
Ayy, rockin' so much Chrome Hearts my heart silver
F*ck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage but I been movin' swift just like I'm Taylor
Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look
If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she f*cked for nothin', but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, f*cked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust a left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothin', oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tannin' in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one
Ayy, rockin' so much Chrome Hearts my heart silver
F*ck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage but I been movin' swift just like I'm Taylor
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My opps, they hungry, so what's up on the barrel? The potato
I was hurtin' so I went and bought me some more acres
I spend my own money, you can ask my accountant at the label
I drink too much syrup, every time I piss I see the maple
No, they didn't picture this, I spent 20K just on some Gallery
Slide in that Charger but we gon' leave 'em dead just like a battery
A nigga scarred up, but no I can't complain, my mama happy
I just point at God, if my name was Johnson, it wasn't Magic
Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look
If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she f*cked for nothin', but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, f*cked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust a left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothin', oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tannin' in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one
Ayy, rockin' so much Chrome Hearts my heart silver
F*ck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage but I been movin' swift just like I'm Taylor
Writer: Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Road To Riches
F*ck the other side
I'm tryna make the bonds appointment
(Damn, LayZ, this shit crazy)
F*ck the other side, I'm tryna make the bonds appointment
To get this high, I didn't think that it was normal
Sometimes I ride, I do not know where I be goin'
I just hope that this road take me to riches
Make me the richest, coupe do two twenty
Upgradin' my car so the doors come off
Youngin get that money, f*ck the plug, runoff
They dissin' on the internet and we just let off rounds
And I can get 'em hit up in a whole 'nother town
I just hope that I don't drown
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down
Hope the rain come down
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down
Whole crew full of shooters and they do not go to practice
Snowbunny'll set 'em up just for some damn carats
My nigga used to hoop but now he stand up in that alley
Tryna make it double, he got bands when he travel
He just make a trip, he just count that money quicker
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in this river
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in this river
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in this river
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in
F*ck the other side, I'm tryna make the bonds appointment
To get this high, I didn't think that it was normal
Sometimes I ride, I do not know where I be goin'
I just hope that this road take me to riches
Make me the richest, coupe do two twenty
Upgradin' my car so the doors come off
Youngin' get that money, f*ck the plug, runoff
I just hope that I don't drown
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down
Hope the rain come down
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down (damn, LayZ, this shit crazy)
I'm tryna make the bonds appointment
(Damn, LayZ, this shit crazy)
F*ck the other side, I'm tryna make the bonds appointment
To get this high, I didn't think that it was normal
Sometimes I ride, I do not know where I be goin'
I just hope that this road take me to riches
Make me the richest, coupe do two twenty
Upgradin' my car so the doors come off
Youngin get that money, f*ck the plug, runoff
They dissin' on the internet and we just let off rounds
And I can get 'em hit up in a whole 'nother town
I just hope that I don't drown
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down
Hope the rain come down
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down
Whole crew full of shooters and they do not go to practice
Snowbunny'll set 'em up just for some damn carats
My nigga used to hoop but now he stand up in that alley
Tryna make it double, he got bands when he travel
He just make a trip, he just count that money quicker
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in this river
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in this river
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in this river
Ocean in my eyes, I'm tryna hold in
F*ck the other side, I'm tryna make the bonds appointment
To get this high, I didn't think that it was normal
Sometimes I ride, I do not know where I be goin'
I just hope that this road take me to riches
Make me the richest, coupe do two twenty
Upgradin' my car so the doors come off
Youngin' get that money, f*ck the plug, runoff
I just hope that I don't drown
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down
Hope the rain come down
'Cause I be standin' right here when the rain come down (damn, LayZ, this shit crazy)
Writer: Benjamin Joseph Hubble, Izayah Alexander, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Swiping Cards
Went from a Rolex to an AP
They said I skipped Patek Philippe
I got on Cuban link chokers
It's like diamonds when a nigga breathe
Interrogated, I don't know nothin'
My charges all controlled substances
Pull up, Hellcat, I still be tryna talk to God
I run with aliens, can't wait to buy 'em Audemars
Outfit ten thousand, dog, I'm lookin' like I'm swipin' cards
Lambo', tinted
Rolls-Royce, rented
Backpack, Fendi
Hundred thousand in it
I'm hurt, but winnin'
Yeah, yeah, I'm hurt, but winnin'
When she get high like candles, she just blow me, and I put her out
In the hills, reminiscin' 'bout the shit I can't forget about
Had to find my way in, a nigga rock Louis Vuitton
A nigga go through a lot, I'm still surprised that we holdin' on
Load up them Glocks, and we go hunt for them niggas
Now his shirt look like ketchup
Go down, you try to check us
Walkin' with my chest up, yeah
Ride through my hood, I made it out here first
I see the J's through my lens, it hurt
Me and L, we was just like Wayne and Turk
Like me and L just like Wayne and Turk
They said I skipped Patek Philippe
I got on Cuban link chokers
It's like diamonds when a nigga breathe
Interrogated, I don't know nothin'
My charges all controlled substances
Pull up, Hellcat, I still be tryna talk to God
I run with aliens, can't wait to buy 'em Audemars
Outfit ten thousand, dog, I'm lookin' like I'm swipin' cards
Lambo', tinted
Rolls-Royce, rented
Backpack, Fendi
Hundred thousand in it
I'm hurt, but winnin'
Yeah, yeah, I'm hurt, but winnin'
When she get high like candles, she just blow me, and I put her out
In the hills, reminiscin' 'bout the shit I can't forget about
Had to find my way in, a nigga rock Louis Vuitton
A nigga go through a lot, I'm still surprised that we holdin' on
Load up them Glocks, and we go hunt for them niggas
Now his shirt look like ketchup
Go down, you try to check us
Walkin' with my chest up, yeah
Ride through my hood, I made it out here first
I see the J's through my lens, it hurt
Me and L, we was just like Wayne and Turk
Like me and L just like Wayne and Turk
Writer: Dylan Cleary-Krell, Henri Velasco, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Untouchable
(That shit gon' be crazy Jacc)
Swear that pain get so tough
And they all feel like I'm runnin' out of luck
Can't make them happy, they'll laugh if I give up
In and out, that shit so tough
I wish the jail was runnin' out of cuffs
I gave 'em everything I had, it wasn't enough
And I keep askin', "What is love?"
I regret when I was givin' you my trust
I gave you chance after chance, you f*cked it up
And I ain't gon' lie, the money good
But I don't think the industry for us
Rappers linkin' up and actin' like they husbands
Ain't nobody untouchable
Watch them demons fall
Ayy
Mulsanne, that's cheap, new chain on me
They aimin' for my heart with that chrome, designer fiend
I know you can see the pain run through my face
You know I needed you, you ran away
You know what I been through, got all type of phases
One bad thought, won't talk the rest of the day
Money, it can't get me out of all situations
Stand on my own until they put me in the grave
Standin' on the edge of a cliff with a long thirty clip
I put one up in the head
Swear that pain get so tough
And they all feel like I'm runnin' out of luck
Can't make them happy, they'll laugh if I give up
In and out, that shit so tough
I wish the jail was runnin' out of cuffs
I gave 'em everything I had, it wasn't enough
And I keep askin', "What is love?"
I regret when I was givin' you my trust
I gave you chance after chance, you f*cked it up
And I ain't gon' lie, the money good
But I don't think the industry for us
Rappers linkin' up and actin' like they husbands
Ain't nobody untouchable
Watch them demons fall
Every time it's goin' wrong they always seem to blame me
Seen niggas get life or die, I made it off that same street
They done seen me how I turned them handcuffs to Cuban links, woah
Designer everythin', I'm in the newest fashion
I'm tryna hide the pain behind these Gucci glasses
I know I'm fly as an eagle, I'm grindin' like I'm Tony Hawk
When my shooters get bored, your mama gon' see nothin' but chalk
Keep goin', don't give up and give 'em somethin' to talk about
And you just remember all them times that they let you down
Swear that pain get so tough
And they all feel like I'm runnin' out of luck
Can't make them happy, they'll laugh if I give up
In and out, that shit so tough
I wish the jail was runnin' out of cuffs
I gave 'em everything I had, it wasn't enough
And I keep askin', "What is love?"
I regret when I was givin' you my trust
I gave you chance after chance, you f*cked it up
And I ain't gon' lie, the money good
But I don't think the industry for us
Rappers linkin' up and actin' like they husbands
Ain't nobody untouchable
Watch them demons fall
Swear that pain get so tough
And they all feel like I'm runnin' out of luck
Can't make them happy, they'll laugh if I give up
In and out, that shit so tough
I wish the jail was runnin' out of cuffs
I gave 'em everything I had, it wasn't enough
And I keep askin', "What is love?"
I regret when I was givin' you my trust
I gave you chance after chance, you f*cked it up
And I ain't gon' lie, the money good
But I don't think the industry for us
Rappers linkin' up and actin' like they husbands
Ain't nobody untouchable
Watch them demons fall
Ayy
Mulsanne, that's cheap, new chain on me
They aimin' for my heart with that chrome, designer fiend
I know you can see the pain run through my face
You know I needed you, you ran away
You know what I been through, got all type of phases
One bad thought, won't talk the rest of the day
Money, it can't get me out of all situations
Stand on my own until they put me in the grave
Standin' on the edge of a cliff with a long thirty clip
I put one up in the head
Swear that pain get so tough
And they all feel like I'm runnin' out of luck
Can't make them happy, they'll laugh if I give up
In and out, that shit so tough
I wish the jail was runnin' out of cuffs
I gave 'em everything I had, it wasn't enough
And I keep askin', "What is love?"
I regret when I was givin' you my trust
I gave you chance after chance, you f*cked it up
And I ain't gon' lie, the money good
But I don't think the industry for us
Rappers linkin' up and actin' like they husbands
Ain't nobody untouchable
Watch them demons fall
Every time it's goin' wrong they always seem to blame me
Seen niggas get life or die, I made it off that same street
They done seen me how I turned them handcuffs to Cuban links, woah
Designer everythin', I'm in the newest fashion
I'm tryna hide the pain behind these Gucci glasses
I know I'm fly as an eagle, I'm grindin' like I'm Tony Hawk
When my shooters get bored, your mama gon' see nothin' but chalk
Keep goin', don't give up and give 'em somethin' to talk about
And you just remember all them times that they let you down
Swear that pain get so tough
And they all feel like I'm runnin' out of luck
Can't make them happy, they'll laugh if I give up
In and out, that shit so tough
I wish the jail was runnin' out of cuffs
I gave 'em everything I had, it wasn't enough
And I keep askin', "What is love?"
I regret when I was givin' you my trust
I gave you chance after chance, you f*cked it up
And I ain't gon' lie, the money good
But I don't think the industry for us
Rappers linkin' up and actin' like they husbands
Ain't nobody untouchable
Watch them demons fall
Writer: Jack Mungan, Kobe Crawford, Lionel Rudolf
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Forever Loading
(Billboard Hitmakers)
(Go Grizz)
Opps know what come behind it every time that they be dissin' us
Thirty on that blick, nigga, the only thing I'm switchin' up
Postin' all my shows, they know the lo', so tell them get with us
Make the wrong move when you pull up, we turn the whole car to dust
Bought a couple whips, other half came rented
Wanna pursue my career but I got beef that I ain't finished
Put a beam in it, when I hit I wanna know I popped somethin'
Clean nigga, when we jam, the 22 known to mop somethin'
Barely talk, why the f*ck they actin' like they know me?
Sittin' in public, we gon' bag that lil' boy up like groceries
Jump up out the foreign with Amiris on
And a cup of lean, in a bunch of orange
Nigga should've used his head, nah, he ain't got it on
We catch him out of bounds, weak camp, they hit the ground
Got guns in every city for smoke that's out of town
Forever load up, yeah
We still rollin', yeah
They gon' go with me, yeah
Forever loadin', still rollin', still rollin'
Courthouse only time that we lack
Name a time we didn't get, get back
Whole city know when we roll, it get ugly
So in that county they won't touch me
Play with us, you die, I tell you sixteen-hundred times
When them youngins slide, them niggas slide with no permission
Tell the one who rappin' don't be dissin' to get signed
This ain't even for you but God know his business
Hardest nigga out Mobile, you can't deny
I sold drank out every trap on Raven Drive
I got back off that night they tried to take my life
(What the f*ck they showin' up for? Hit, hit, hit, hit)
I forgot that I was rich
My jewelry on with a stick
Oh Lord, forgive me for my sins
But I'm livin' off revenge
They don't want no war with us
They don't want no war with us, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want no war with us, yeah
They don't want no war with us, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Opps know what come behind it every time that they be dissin' us
Thirty on that blick, nigga, the only thing I'm switchin' up
Postin' all my shows, they know the lo', so tell them get with us
Make the wrong move when you pull up, we turn the whole car to dust
Bought a couple whips, other half came rented
Wanna pursue my career but I got beef that I ain't finished
Put a beam in it, when I hit I wanna know I popped somethin'
Clean nigga, when we jam, the 22 known to mop somethin'
Barely talk, why the f*ck they actin' like they know me?
Sittin' in public, we gon' bag that lil' boy up like groceries
Jump up out the foreign with Amiris on
And a cup of lean, in a bunch of orange
Nigga should've used his head, nah, he ain't got it on
We catch him out of bounds, weak camp, they hit the ground
Got guns in every city for smoke that's out of town
Forever load up, yeah
We still rollin', yeah
They gon' go with me, yeah
Forever loadin', still rollin', still rollin'
(Go Grizz)
Opps know what come behind it every time that they be dissin' us
Thirty on that blick, nigga, the only thing I'm switchin' up
Postin' all my shows, they know the lo', so tell them get with us
Make the wrong move when you pull up, we turn the whole car to dust
Bought a couple whips, other half came rented
Wanna pursue my career but I got beef that I ain't finished
Put a beam in it, when I hit I wanna know I popped somethin'
Clean nigga, when we jam, the 22 known to mop somethin'
Barely talk, why the f*ck they actin' like they know me?
Sittin' in public, we gon' bag that lil' boy up like groceries
Jump up out the foreign with Amiris on
And a cup of lean, in a bunch of orange
Nigga should've used his head, nah, he ain't got it on
We catch him out of bounds, weak camp, they hit the ground
Got guns in every city for smoke that's out of town
Forever load up, yeah
We still rollin', yeah
They gon' go with me, yeah
Forever loadin', still rollin', still rollin'
Courthouse only time that we lack
Name a time we didn't get, get back
Whole city know when we roll, it get ugly
So in that county they won't touch me
Play with us, you die, I tell you sixteen-hundred times
When them youngins slide, them niggas slide with no permission
Tell the one who rappin' don't be dissin' to get signed
This ain't even for you but God know his business
Hardest nigga out Mobile, you can't deny
I sold drank out every trap on Raven Drive
I got back off that night they tried to take my life
(What the f*ck they showin' up for? Hit, hit, hit, hit)
I forgot that I was rich
My jewelry on with a stick
Oh Lord, forgive me for my sins
But I'm livin' off revenge
They don't want no war with us
They don't want no war with us, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want no war with us, yeah
They don't want no war with us, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Opps know what come behind it every time that they be dissin' us
Thirty on that blick, nigga, the only thing I'm switchin' up
Postin' all my shows, they know the lo', so tell them get with us
Make the wrong move when you pull up, we turn the whole car to dust
Bought a couple whips, other half came rented
Wanna pursue my career but I got beef that I ain't finished
Put a beam in it, when I hit I wanna know I popped somethin'
Clean nigga, when we jam, the 22 known to mop somethin'
Barely talk, why the f*ck they actin' like they know me?
Sittin' in public, we gon' bag that lil' boy up like groceries
Jump up out the foreign with Amiris on
And a cup of lean, in a bunch of orange
Nigga should've used his head, nah, he ain't got it on
We catch him out of bounds, weak camp, they hit the ground
Got guns in every city for smoke that's out of town
Forever load up, yeah
We still rollin', yeah
They gon' go with me, yeah
Forever loadin', still rollin', still rollin'
Writer: Eduardo Burgess, Jonathan De la Rosa, Kevin Price, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Save The Day
If you can save the day, you would walk away, ohh
(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Keep all that
Yeah, you come up out that cage
See the blood all on me (blood all on you)
My scars are amazin', I lost homie after homie
See the blood all on me, know I came up out that cage
Lost homie after homie, know my scars are amazin'
Know I'm not perfect, I got a hunch you can get used to
You hurt me, I still stay, but I wonder, what would you do?
If you can save the day, you would walk away
Wonder why I don't f*ck with you
Nigga, you can't f*ck with me
Got to get up off these pills, Fentanyl kill Lil' E
The Gatorade to the game
The cement to the streets
Wings to the damn hawk
Water to the Epsom salt
The broom to the damn house
The vroom to the Trackhawk
Young nigga, big boss, never had a big dawg
Crib like a grocery stor
Know we came from public housing
Mama, put your head down, pray for me right now
Yeah, you come up out that cage
See the blood all on me (blood all on you)
My scars are amazin', I lost homie after homie
See the blood all on me, know I came up out that cage
Lost homie after homie, know my scars are amazin'
Know I'm not perfect, I got a hunch you can get used to
You hurt me, I still stay, but I wonder, what would you do?
If you can save the day, you would walk away
I'ma set you free 'cause I don't want to misuse you
So deep in the streets and it's a lot that may confuse you
Been here with the MAC but I don't sit on them computers
Bitches f*ckin' rats, is only nigga got some mula
How many times I told you? I'm a sniper, not a shooter
I been in the projects all my life, this shit ain't beautiful
Ain't beautiful, I'm the dope to the Pyrex
The heart of the projects
They need me
Yeah, you come up out that cage
See the blood all on me (blood all on you)
My scars are amazin', I lost homie after homie
See the blood all on me, know I came up out that cage
Lost homie after homie, know my scars are amazin'
Know I'm not perfect, I got a hunch you can get used to
You hurt me, I still stay, but I wonder, what would you do?
If you can save the day, you would walk away
If you can save the day, you would walk away
(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Keep all that
Yeah, you come up out that cage
See the blood all on me (blood all on you)
My scars are amazin', I lost homie after homie
See the blood all on me, know I came up out that cage
Lost homie after homie, know my scars are amazin'
Know I'm not perfect, I got a hunch you can get used to
You hurt me, I still stay, but I wonder, what would you do?
If you can save the day, you would walk away
Wonder why I don't f*ck with you
Nigga, you can't f*ck with me
Got to get up off these pills, Fentanyl kill Lil' E
The Gatorade to the game
The cement to the streets
Wings to the damn hawk
Water to the Epsom salt
The broom to the damn house
The vroom to the Trackhawk
Young nigga, big boss, never had a big dawg
Crib like a grocery stor
Know we came from public housing
Mama, put your head down, pray for me right now
Yeah, you come up out that cage
See the blood all on me (blood all on you)
My scars are amazin', I lost homie after homie
See the blood all on me, know I came up out that cage
Lost homie after homie, know my scars are amazin'
Know I'm not perfect, I got a hunch you can get used to
You hurt me, I still stay, but I wonder, what would you do?
If you can save the day, you would walk away
I'ma set you free 'cause I don't want to misuse you
So deep in the streets and it's a lot that may confuse you
Been here with the MAC but I don't sit on them computers
Bitches f*ckin' rats, is only nigga got some mula
How many times I told you? I'm a sniper, not a shooter
I been in the projects all my life, this shit ain't beautiful
Ain't beautiful, I'm the dope to the Pyrex
The heart of the projects
They need me
Yeah, you come up out that cage
See the blood all on me (blood all on you)
My scars are amazin', I lost homie after homie
See the blood all on me, know I came up out that cage
Lost homie after homie, know my scars are amazin'
Know I'm not perfect, I got a hunch you can get used to
You hurt me, I still stay, but I wonder, what would you do?
If you can save the day, you would walk away
If you can save the day, you would walk away
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Kobe Crawford, Raul Bermejo, Ryan Hartlove, Spencer Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ocean Gold
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What they gon' do if I stop rappin', find another passion?
I'm tryna put this codeine down and find another habit
The only ones changin' the ones that I didn't imagine
Don't play with this, it's dangerous, I promise I'm not just a rapper
Nigga, I rock designer clothes like this shit free
I buy diamonds every month like this shit cheap
They drop, they shake the ground, you know these teals heavy
I land in LA, then I get some lean from Petty
Nigga, it wasn't gangster if you didn't regret it
Pull up Lamb' truck, came from a box Chevy
7.62s, you know them shots deadly
In New Orleans, we be strapped, you better ask Teddy
Up in Houston with them rockets like I'm Patrick Beverly
I had enough of them apologies, I don't accept 'em
Lil E gone, but Lil E livin' in my heart forever
I said a prayer today like, "God, help me fight these devils"
Like he attackin' me before I hit another level
Federales want my niggas, I hope we dodge the system
Forgive the drug dealers, forgive the shot senders
Forgive the pot whippers, forgive the real niggas
'Cause I know one thing, pain gon' flow
But I know one day, sun will show
And I know one day, rain will go
And I will turn my ocean gold
But if not, then we alright, yeah, yeah
Then the world would be so nice
Then it'd be me here with nobody else
So somebody should give me some help
What they gon' do if I stop rappin', find another passion?
I'm tryna put this codeine down and find another habit
The only ones changin' the ones that I didn't imagine
Don't play with this, it's dangerous, I promise I'm not just a rapper
Nigga, I rock designer clothes like this shit free
I buy diamonds every month like this shit cheap
They drop, they shake the ground, you know these teals heavy
I land in LA, then I get some lean from Petty
'Cause I know one thing, pain gon' flow
But I know one day, sun will show
And I know one day, rain will go
And I will turn my ocean gold
What they gon' do if I stop rappin', find another passion?
I'm tryna put this codeine down and find another habit
The only ones changin' the ones that I didn't imagine
Don't play with this, it's dangerous, I promise I'm not just a rapper
Nigga, I rock designer clothes like this shit free
I buy diamonds every month like this shit cheap
They drop, they shake the ground, you know these teals heavy
I land in LA, then I get some lean from Petty
Nigga, it wasn't gangster if you didn't regret it
Pull up Lamb' truck, came from a box Chevy
7.62s, you know them shots deadly
In New Orleans, we be strapped, you better ask Teddy
Up in Houston with them rockets like I'm Patrick Beverly
I had enough of them apologies, I don't accept 'em
Lil E gone, but Lil E livin' in my heart forever
I said a prayer today like, "God, help me fight these devils"
Like he attackin' me before I hit another level
Federales want my niggas, I hope we dodge the system
Forgive the drug dealers, forgive the shot senders
Forgive the pot whippers, forgive the real niggas
'Cause I know one thing, pain gon' flow
But I know one day, sun will show
And I know one day, rain will go
And I will turn my ocean gold
But if not, then we alright, yeah, yeah
Then the world would be so nice
Then it'd be me here with nobody else
So somebody should give me some help
What they gon' do if I stop rappin', find another passion?
I'm tryna put this codeine down and find another habit
The only ones changin' the ones that I didn't imagine
Don't play with this, it's dangerous, I promise I'm not just a rapper
Nigga, I rock designer clothes like this shit free
I buy diamonds every month like this shit cheap
They drop, they shake the ground, you know these teals heavy
I land in LA, then I get some lean from Petty
'Cause I know one thing, pain gon' flow
But I know one day, sun will show
And I know one day, rain will go
And I will turn my ocean gold
Writer: Danny Snodgrass Jr., Kobe Crawford, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Nicholas Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Grenade
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Daytrip took it to 10, hey)
Ayy
Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it
Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work
I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church
Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had to serve
But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do
They keep us afraid, and ain't put in no work
I'm still tryna see what the lil' nigga worth
Like f*ck all the traffic, get put on the shelf
It don't happen soon, I'ma do it myself
My diamonds they cold like ice cream
Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt
Niggas ain't playin' they part
'Fore I go back to jail, I'ma catch him and aim at his hair
Throw me in the jungle, don't worry
You need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears
Don't do no leg shots, I drop fourteen racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf
That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days
Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day"
Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it
Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work
I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church
Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had to serve
But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do
My diamonds they cold like ice cream
Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt
Niggas ain't playin' they part
'Fore I go back to jail, I'ma catch him and aim at his hair
Throw me in the jungle, don't worry
You need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears
Don't do no leg shots, I drop fourteen racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf
That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days
Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day"
Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it
(Daytrip took it to 10, hey)
(Daytrip took it to 10, hey)
Ayy
Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it
Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work
I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church
Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had to serve
But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do
They keep us afraid, and ain't put in no work
I'm still tryna see what the lil' nigga worth
Like f*ck all the traffic, get put on the shelf
It don't happen soon, I'ma do it myself
My diamonds they cold like ice cream
Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt
Niggas ain't playin' they part
'Fore I go back to jail, I'ma catch him and aim at his hair
Throw me in the jungle, don't worry
You need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears
Don't do no leg shots, I drop fourteen racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf
That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days
Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day"
Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it
Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work
I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church
Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had to serve
But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do
My diamonds they cold like ice cream
Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt
Niggas ain't playin' they part
'Fore I go back to jail, I'ma catch him and aim at his hair
Throw me in the jungle, don't worry
You need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears
Don't do no leg shots, I drop fourteen racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf
That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days
Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day"
Bad bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade
Told 'em I was bein' framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith
Smoke Gelato 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday
Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch
Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this
And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it
(Daytrip took it to 10, hey)
Writer: Blake Slatkin, David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Flags To The Sky
(Ayy, turn me up B)
Ayy, that bitch, YB ask me like, "What you love, Cap?" (Lc)
I told him, "I don't know, I don't love none, just, I'm just gon' stay real and stay me"
Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the f*ck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap)
Double cup, I'm poured up
Spent 200K, I'm frozed up
Blessed him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Try and spin, shoot ish, we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'
You can have my heart whole
No, we don't do no splittin', like who you kiddin'?
You treatin' me bad like I done done somethin'
Straight from my cell box, hot box in the Rolls
When them birds out, it's the safest
I done count up where it was vacant
I done broke plenty hearts without a code
Straight up out that dope hole
I'm not from Minneapolis, but I spent two thousand on one coat
My niggas in the streets throwin' signs, but they ain't protest
My nigga murder for some diamonds, catch a body for some baguettes
Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer
I got real life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras
I ain't goin' back broke
And I ain't sellin' my soul
Told you it is what it is, I ain't say I'm sorry
Came from apartments
I got niggas in that cage like Jeff Hardy
Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the f*ck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap)
Double cup, I'm poured up
Spent 200K, I'm frozed up
Blessed him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Try and spin, shoot ish, we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'
Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' to talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer
I got real-life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras
Oh-oh
Rolls
Ayy, that bitch, YB ask me like, "What you love, Cap?" (Lc)
I told him, "I don't know, I don't love none, just, I'm just gon' stay real and stay me"
Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the f*ck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap)
Double cup, I'm poured up
Spent 200K, I'm frozed up
Blessed him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Try and spin, shoot ish, we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'
You can have my heart whole
No, we don't do no splittin', like who you kiddin'?
You treatin' me bad like I done done somethin'
Straight from my cell box, hot box in the Rolls
When them birds out, it's the safest
I done count up where it was vacant
I done broke plenty hearts without a code
Straight up out that dope hole
I'm not from Minneapolis, but I spent two thousand on one coat
My niggas in the streets throwin' signs, but they ain't protest
My nigga murder for some diamonds, catch a body for some baguettes
Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer
I got real life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras
I ain't goin' back broke
And I ain't sellin' my soul
Told you it is what it is, I ain't say I'm sorry
Came from apartments
I got niggas in that cage like Jeff Hardy
Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the f*ck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap)
Double cup, I'm poured up
Spent 200K, I'm frozed up
Blessed him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Try and spin, shoot ish, we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'
Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' to talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer
I got real-life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras
Oh-oh
Rolls
Writer: Brandon Cantey, Kentrell Gaulden, Kobe Crawford, Luke Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
No Hook
(Damn Dior, this shit crazy)
I'm the type gon' shine without the sun on me
I know niggas died with they gun on 'em
Tryin' to escape my past and get away from it
Still havin' dreams about the hood, I'm way in California
Know you wonder how life is, I wanted you right here
I figured I was wastin' time
I got cubans on my neck and pointers in my ear
I thought that it would make you mine
But I been ballin' without you, I stayed true
Ain't speakin' to no opps, even if my name was Jesus
In jail ain't smoke, no paper route, I hop out with this K too
In Atlanta with them shooters, thought I told you I was brave too
Coupe ain't got no ceiling but my nigga shot like Babe Ruth
Ain't gon' lie I miss you but I know that I can't save you
I can't even count on both my hands for how many times I forgave you, love
You see the pain all through my bracelet, love, yeah
Do two-hundred in that Lamb, put that bitch on Broadway
Go to court and they deny it, that shit come with heartache
A nigga real, they can't deny it, I care nothin' what the blogs say
Them youngins quick to take your route, they care nothin' 'bout no car bait
These niggas standin' on they lies, how f*ck they sleepin'?
Youngin' got bodies on that blick but he still keep it
Came out that dirt, came out that mud, I'm shinin' for a reason
I was blind, they never tried it, come up from the cement
Know they thought I'd be a bum, them foreign cars beepin'
If we was in a race to hatin', them niggas would've beat me
Industry know my flow is sick but they can't find a treatment
Industry full of haters, would've told the doctors keep me
I feel like Kay Flock, it's designer murder when you see me
I sling that chopper in a outfit that I brought from Lenox
I came from nothin', I spend four-hundred on Versace beanies
I keep that nine all in the club, a Gilbert Arenas
Get low and laugh to the bank, I run with hyenas
Michelle Obama at a two but got ass like she Trina
My niggas hustlers, you wonderin' why is my team up?
Ain't have to give 'em shit, they find 'em a plug and they re-up
Airport been on my ass, I had to start swipin' this VISA
Lil Shank keep slangin' iron, I'm thinkin' he thinkin' it's legal
E-V-I-L, turned it backwards and I told my niggas to live
Dodge the case, dodgin' a cell
Know if we go back they gon' try keepin' us in there
Promethazine, it ain't good for my health
Waste a cup of lean and I seen blood everywhere, yeah
I'm gonna move smart, that's what I told my mama
Ayy, Forgiato tires, a nigga come from trauma
Them boys gon' walk up or run down, either one
When the police come, the only time that we'll run
I didn't ever know that I would make it this far
But I was told that stars only shine when it's dark
As long as I'm on earth I'm gon' keep buyin' Audemars
Invested in some plain, all aboard
Next week I pray the judge let a nigga out of court
But I been ballin', I been ballin'
Cup up in my hand, mix the lean with the tears
Let 'em fall in, let 'em fall in
Mama told me God gon' handle all my opps
Uh, told her, "I can't wait, I want 'em right now"
I remember playin' at the park, we sendin' kites now
Wish Geno was sober, I'll have 'em with me right now
Told her that it ain't about no sex, like what's on your mind?
So many people envy my success and hate my life now
Draco clip, it got a curl like Yung Joc, no perm
I just hope it do not go down
Dwellin' on problems, I hope my days get through
Ain't talkin' 'bout Biggie, I put my faith in you
The opps can only make me mad, they can't make me move (damn Dior, this shit crazy)
Still in my city, rollin' through the city
I'm the type gon' shine without the sun on me
I know niggas died with they gun on 'em
Tryin' to escape my past and get away from it
Still havin' dreams about the hood, I'm way in California
Know you wonder how life is, I wanted you right here
I figured I was wastin' time
I got cubans on my neck and pointers in my ear
I thought that it would make you mine
But I been ballin' without you, I stayed true
Ain't speakin' to no opps, even if my name was Jesus
In jail ain't smoke, no paper route, I hop out with this K too
In Atlanta with them shooters, thought I told you I was brave too
Coupe ain't got no ceiling but my nigga shot like Babe Ruth
Ain't gon' lie I miss you but I know that I can't save you
I can't even count on both my hands for how many times I forgave you, love
You see the pain all through my bracelet, love, yeah
Do two-hundred in that Lamb, put that bitch on Broadway
Go to court and they deny it, that shit come with heartache
A nigga real, they can't deny it, I care nothin' what the blogs say
Them youngins quick to take your route, they care nothin' 'bout no car bait
These niggas standin' on they lies, how f*ck they sleepin'?
Youngin' got bodies on that blick but he still keep it
Came out that dirt, came out that mud, I'm shinin' for a reason
I was blind, they never tried it, come up from the cement
Know they thought I'd be a bum, them foreign cars beepin'
If we was in a race to hatin', them niggas would've beat me
Industry know my flow is sick but they can't find a treatment
Industry full of haters, would've told the doctors keep me
I feel like Kay Flock, it's designer murder when you see me
I sling that chopper in a outfit that I brought from Lenox
I came from nothin', I spend four-hundred on Versace beanies
I keep that nine all in the club, a Gilbert Arenas
Get low and laugh to the bank, I run with hyenas
Michelle Obama at a two but got ass like she Trina
My niggas hustlers, you wonderin' why is my team up?
Ain't have to give 'em shit, they find 'em a plug and they re-up
Airport been on my ass, I had to start swipin' this VISA
Lil Shank keep slangin' iron, I'm thinkin' he thinkin' it's legal
E-V-I-L, turned it backwards and I told my niggas to live
Dodge the case, dodgin' a cell
Know if we go back they gon' try keepin' us in there
Promethazine, it ain't good for my health
Waste a cup of lean and I seen blood everywhere, yeah
I'm gonna move smart, that's what I told my mama
Ayy, Forgiato tires, a nigga come from trauma
Them boys gon' walk up or run down, either one
When the police come, the only time that we'll run
I didn't ever know that I would make it this far
But I was told that stars only shine when it's dark
As long as I'm on earth I'm gon' keep buyin' Audemars
Invested in some plain, all aboard
Next week I pray the judge let a nigga out of court
But I been ballin', I been ballin'
Cup up in my hand, mix the lean with the tears
Let 'em fall in, let 'em fall in
Mama told me God gon' handle all my opps
Uh, told her, "I can't wait, I want 'em right now"
I remember playin' at the park, we sendin' kites now
Wish Geno was sober, I'll have 'em with me right now
Told her that it ain't about no sex, like what's on your mind?
So many people envy my success and hate my life now
Draco clip, it got a curl like Yung Joc, no perm
I just hope it do not go down
Dwellin' on problems, I hope my days get through
Ain't talkin' 'bout Biggie, I put my faith in you
The opps can only make me mad, they can't make me move (damn Dior, this shit crazy)
Still in my city, rollin' through the city
Writer: Izayah Alexander, Kobe Crawford, Luke Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Mr. Crawford is the debut studio album by American rapper NoCap. It was released on April 29, 2022, through Atlantic Records and Never Broke Again. The album features production from several established producers in the rap industry such as Einer Bankz, Nick Mira, Take a Daytrip, and Taz Taylor.
Mr. Crawford was supported by five singles: "Vaccine", "Vaccine (Falling Star)", "I'll Be Here", "Shackles to Diamonds", and "Save the Day". The album received generally positive reviews from music critics. It debuted at number eight on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 29,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
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NoCapMr. Crawford was supported by five singles: "Vaccine", "Vaccine (Falling Star)", "I'll Be Here", "Shackles to Diamonds", and "Save the Day". The album received generally positive reviews from music critics. It debuted at number eight on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 29,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): 12Hunna, Al Geno, Audio Jacc, Billboard Hitmakers, BJ Beatz, Blake Slatkin, BrandoBands, Cheese, Darkside 3x, Dez Wright, Dior, DY Krazy, Einer Bankz, Flu Wop, Go Grizzly, Harto Beats, Hoops, Internet Money, Jambo, Jarom Su'a, JustAcoustic, Keyz on the beat, Kingabba, KookUp, LayZBeats, LC, lvl35dav, Nash Beats, Nick Mira, Nick Seeley, Nikko, Prod By Scorp, RMG Nu, Rude Dolph, Spaceman, Take a Daytrip, Taz Taylor
Length: 58:48
Released: April 29th, 2022
Year: 2022