I ain't givin' niggas no pass
I ain't givin' niggas nothin' (I ain't givin' niggas nothin')
I ain't givin' niggas one
Used to carry bottles to the store, praying nobody seen me
How these bitches disappeared? They up there with Houdini
Now one of my trucks a Bentley, the other a Lamborghini
Driving to that same store, praying somebody see me
They ask if my fans abandon me, would that kill me? (Probably not)
My own family abandoned me, so you tell me
Got a big family, but that's a cold family
Got a new family, still love my old family
I know how it feel when I had no family (facts)
I wish I could bring my dead and gone family
Run that bag up, now I'm a hoe magnet (yeah)
Metal on me, don't have me around no magnet, ay (Mustard on the beat, hoe)
Big bag in this bitch, now where the hoes at, that's f*cking?
I got everything, so when I hit the mall I don't see nothing
Wait outside that nigga momma house since he think he the toughest
I got two of the same watches, both them bitches a hunnid
I got anger problems so I can't kill you with kindness (no)
Kill you with this chopstick or kill you with this nine, bitch
Granny used to have me on some, "Get a job shit"
I ain't get no job, bitch, that's nonsense, I'm robbing
Couldn't sell dope, they had the plug and they was hogging it
Knew I would get rich, when I was young, that was me callin' it
Ain't nobody helped but they all wanna be a part of it
This .40 that I got'll cut your head off like Spartacus (brrt)
F*ck you gang, make the whole set vanish
I was at a opp party with that TEC slammin'
Couldn't keep shooting 'cause that bitch kept jammin'
Lil' nigga you a bitch, like my ex companion
Walkin' anywhere and I'ma stand on shit
Niggas ain't on shit besides a lot of hoe shit
I ain't been on bullshit, I got five-four it kicks
Soon as you walked away, you wife went and blew a kiss
That's why I don't trust shit, nigga, not at all
Sniffin' on her ass, I ain't nasty, I'm a dog
You ain't gon' bust shit, nigga, knock it off
If money wore clothes, it'd shop at Big and Tall
Got a big family (big family), but that's a cold family (that's a cold family)
Got a new family, still love my old family (love my old family)
I know how it feel when I had no family (facts)
I wish I could bring my dead and gone family
Run that bag up, now I'm a hoe magnet (a hoe magnet)
Metal on me, don't have me around no magnet
Run that bag up, now I'm a hoe magnet (a hoe)
Metal on me, don't have me around no magnet (brrah)
Who the f*ck these niggas talkin' to? (What?)
That's why you can't let these niggas get too comfortable
They treat you like a worker, show 'em the boss in you
They act like they ain't scared of you, gonna off a few, ay
I'd rather you be loyal 'cause you scared of me
Not loyal 'cause you love me
You could love me and steal from me
My uncle stole an ounce, I left a birdie there
Same night, they had to take us to urgent care
Used to carry bottles to the store, hoping nobody seen me
How these bitches disappeared? They up there with Houdini
Now one of my trucks a Bentley, the other a Lamborghini
Driving to that same store, praying somebody see me
Got a big family, but that's a cold family (that's a cold family)
Got a new family (new family), still love my old family, ay (old family)
I know how it feel when I had no family (I do)
I wish I could bring my dead and gone family
Run that bag up, now I'm a hoe magnet
Metal on me, don't have me around no magnet
Run that bag up, now I'm a hoe magnet
Metal on me, don't have me around no magnet
Tee Grizzley - The Smartest Album Lyrics
Tee Grizzley - The Smartest Lyrics
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
I Apologize
(Hit-boy)
Had to take my jewelry off for this shit, man
Na, na, na, na, na
Had to take money out pocket and everything, before I even start rappin'
Ooh yeah (ooh yeah)
Just so I get that feel again, you know what I'm sayin'?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Back to that grind, that hunger
Not like everybody else that rich (ooh wee)
Last shit I dropped was some industry songs, I thought was gon' be lit
Now I know if I keep doin' that, I ain't gon' be shit (I tried it)
I can't make that shit stronger from drinkin'
All the people that relate to me, do not relate to Taylor Swift (uh-uh)
So I apologize (apologize)
For comin' to the studio and seein' dollar signs (dollar signs)
Instead of bein' real with y'all, like how I'm traumatized (traumatized)
The shit that happened to JB, hit me so hard, it made my mama cry (damn)
Speakin' of my mama, yeah she still got a lot of time (uh-uh)
Lost my great-granny, we knew she was almost out of time
I ain't cut them niggas off for nothin' they was out of line
Niggas rappers to the fans, have 'em singin' like Ty Dolla $ign, ay (ooh yeah)
I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist
Ain't in and out of jail, so I gotta be the smartest
Put some season like Loris
Put the guns down from my past, now I'm a target
Had to pick the guns back up, case they start sparking (woo)
Real peace, I'm tryna get closer to it
I can't find that in money 'cause I be blowin' through it
Free my commissary niggas in that bitch goin' through it
Few M's in cash, bet you can't get to know me for it (uh-uh)
The real side of me (real side)
It's a broke me (yeah)
And the rich me owe him an apology
Really I hit the lottery (I did)
And instead of being grateful
I just see people winning let it bother me
Kylie made a billion, I'm failin' in life, I gotta be
She younger than me, so I'm 'posed to have more money logically
Then I started thinkin' like, that shit don't apply to me
Kylie Jenner came from millions, I come from poverty (come from poverty)
Anybody born in the money they supposed to (yeah)
You was gon' be dead at twenty, that's what they told you (that's what they said)
But instead you got rich and f*cked all the hoes that hoe'd you (all of 'em)
Now it's time to make sure you don't go back to the old you (no you can't)
Now I understand (I understand)
I'm me, so I ain't nothin' like no other man (Tee Grizzley)
When they was buyin' fix and never wearin' clothes twice
I was at auntie house, tellin' Lau', "Give me everything you don't like"
What I got in common with these other rappers? Nothin', nigga (nothin')
They make theyselves feel real by hangin' with bummy niggas
Pull up to the trenches, take some pictures, let 'em clutch the blicky
That's why I be irritated when I gotta f*ck with niggas (on my mama)
I'ma tell you the truth (man, the truth)
Ain't lettin' niggas get some money, all that other shit is stup'
I got bitches, got my niggas, I got millions in the stu'
Trade my mansion for a cell over some call, boy would you? (Boy)
But let you tell it, you quick to blast, gon' flip his ass
Life in prison, no more pussy, only nigga ass (that's it)
Only six packs (that's it)
Only calve muscle (that's all)
Niggas ain't tryna make love, they 'bout to ram somethin'
That shit funny but it's true
Better grow a brain 'fore it be you ('fore it be you)
Better think 'fore you try to be cool (tryna be cool nigga)
Better look for some cameras before you shoot
I was that nigga before I had the cash (yeah)
In the club with my bitch, still grabbin' ass (come here)
God told me, "Son I'm not sendin' you to Hell"
Even though I kill whoever caught 'em when I threw 'em shade (amen)
Don't let this go over your head
I wouldn't told on nobody and I wasn't going to jail, nigga (you hear me?)
Don't let this go over your head
I wasn't told on nobody and I wasn't go to jail, nigga
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh wee
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, yeah
Oh yeah
Ooh yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Had to take my jewelry off for this shit, man
Na, na, na, na, na
Had to take money out pocket and everything, before I even start rappin'
Ooh yeah (ooh yeah)
Just so I get that feel again, you know what I'm sayin'?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Back to that grind, that hunger
Not like everybody else that rich (ooh wee)
Last shit I dropped was some industry songs, I thought was gon' be lit
Now I know if I keep doin' that, I ain't gon' be shit (I tried it)
I can't make that shit stronger from drinkin'
All the people that relate to me, do not relate to Taylor Swift (uh-uh)
So I apologize (apologize)
For comin' to the studio and seein' dollar signs (dollar signs)
Instead of bein' real with y'all, like how I'm traumatized (traumatized)
The shit that happened to JB, hit me so hard, it made my mama cry (damn)
Speakin' of my mama, yeah she still got a lot of time (uh-uh)
Lost my great-granny, we knew she was almost out of time
I ain't cut them niggas off for nothin' they was out of line
Niggas rappers to the fans, have 'em singin' like Ty Dolla $ign, ay (ooh yeah)
I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist
Ain't in and out of jail, so I gotta be the smartest
Put some season like Loris
Put the guns down from my past, now I'm a target
Had to pick the guns back up, case they start sparking (woo)
Real peace, I'm tryna get closer to it
I can't find that in money 'cause I be blowin' through it
Free my commissary niggas in that bitch goin' through it
Few M's in cash, bet you can't get to know me for it (uh-uh)
The real side of me (real side)
It's a broke me (yeah)
And the rich me owe him an apology
Really I hit the lottery (I did)
And instead of being grateful
I just see people winning let it bother me
Kylie made a billion, I'm failin' in life, I gotta be
She younger than me, so I'm 'posed to have more money logically
Then I started thinkin' like, that shit don't apply to me
Kylie Jenner came from millions, I come from poverty (come from poverty)
Anybody born in the money they supposed to (yeah)
You was gon' be dead at twenty, that's what they told you (that's what they said)
But instead you got rich and f*cked all the hoes that hoe'd you (all of 'em)
Now it's time to make sure you don't go back to the old you (no you can't)
Now I understand (I understand)
I'm me, so I ain't nothin' like no other man (Tee Grizzley)
When they was buyin' fix and never wearin' clothes twice
I was at auntie house, tellin' Lau', "Give me everything you don't like"
What I got in common with these other rappers? Nothin', nigga (nothin')
They make theyselves feel real by hangin' with bummy niggas
Pull up to the trenches, take some pictures, let 'em clutch the blicky
That's why I be irritated when I gotta f*ck with niggas (on my mama)
I'ma tell you the truth (man, the truth)
Ain't lettin' niggas get some money, all that other shit is stup'
I got bitches, got my niggas, I got millions in the stu'
Trade my mansion for a cell over some call, boy would you? (Boy)
But let you tell it, you quick to blast, gon' flip his ass
Life in prison, no more pussy, only nigga ass (that's it)
Only six packs (that's it)
Only calve muscle (that's all)
Niggas ain't tryna make love, they 'bout to ram somethin'
That shit funny but it's true
Better grow a brain 'fore it be you ('fore it be you)
Better think 'fore you try to be cool (tryna be cool nigga)
Better look for some cameras before you shoot
I was that nigga before I had the cash (yeah)
In the club with my bitch, still grabbin' ass (come here)
God told me, "Son I'm not sendin' you to Hell"
Even though I kill whoever caught 'em when I threw 'em shade (amen)
Don't let this go over your head
I wouldn't told on nobody and I wasn't going to jail, nigga (you hear me?)
Don't let this go over your head
I wasn't told on nobody and I wasn't go to jail, nigga
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh wee
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, yeah
Oh yeah
Ooh yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Writer: Chauncey Alexander Hollis, Ryan Alex Martinez, Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Trenches
Niggas prayin' on my downfall (straight up)
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Straight up from the bleachers, but I'm a different creature
I bring shit to the table, I ain't f*ckin' with no leechers (no)
Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (damn)
Knew somethin' was weird once that bro had a kitchen full of beakers
And he ain't no Chem teacher (yeah)
I looked up to that nigga, then I looked up the preacher
That's why a nigga be preachin'
I can't f*ck with people who ain't passionate, I'm adamant
If it's my plan, it's elaborate, dropped out of State
But a nigga still did mastered it
My shit, I'm smashin' it (whoa)
Your shit, I'm snatchin' it (whoa)
Holy Jesus, Lazarus
A.i. Braids, so don't be talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch
I done been around actors and activists
I can get money alone or collaborative
I can take a pic with a bad bitch
And afterwards she a badder bitch, that's facts
Yeah, I'm with Cody and Dixie (both)
Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (starvin')
Call in some Coney, it's gone be done in twenty minutes
Don't go up there without no strap
Might have to bang it out with some niggas, wait, hold up
Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they had no meaning in them
Pourin' actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a nigga
Yes, she bad, but I can't wife her if she been seen with niggas
I rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas
Like mic drop, I'm like, "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"
Unc like, "Never wish you was another nigga"
It ain't f*ck these niggas, but f*ck these niggas
Asked am I happy with this money, bitch, I'm happy to be livin'
I was makin' a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen
I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them digits
Ay, I'm really from them trenches (really)
Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
Ay man, these niggas bitches
If I don't do that real nigga shit, how they gon' see it?
All these other rappers killers are drippin' like Reese's Pieces (fake ass niggas)
All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha
Started talkin' to moon, God made me a different creature, ah
Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? (I did)
Highly favored, ay, I really dodged a bougie bitch
She see the Cubans, she gon' want the coochie hit (come here)
My chain got more f*ckin' colors than a Coogi fit
Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell them, tell you how I feel (tell 'em)
I thank God, he been workin' harder than the Devil (amen)
I'm a black rich felon with some hit records
Joy Road, what I been, yellin', niggas been tellin'
Care 'bout a lot, but I don't give a f*ck 'bout what it cost (I don't)
You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a boss (my guy)
Just don't go over your budget, that's gon' piss me off
They wanna know my cologne, can't let them get the sauce
Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (never)
All that "Been a real nigga" shit ain't get me nowhere (nowhere)
You love your hood? Nigga, f*ck your hood
See the world, go get a crib, off a coast, layin' good
My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased (dead)
Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?
God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (shit weird)
Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that bitch
Fat ugly nigga, get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky (I do)
She gon' throw it back for my McLaren, fifty-fifties
On my mama I was really in them trenches (in them trenches)
They ain't men, niggas bitches
On my mama I was really in them trenches, ay (in them trenches)
They ain't men, nigga bitches, you hear me?
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Straight up from the bleachers, but I'm a different creature
I bring shit to the table, I ain't f*ckin' with no leechers (no)
Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (damn)
Knew somethin' was weird once that bro had a kitchen full of beakers
And he ain't no Chem teacher (yeah)
I looked up to that nigga, then I looked up the preacher
That's why a nigga be preachin'
I can't f*ck with people who ain't passionate, I'm adamant
If it's my plan, it's elaborate, dropped out of State
But a nigga still did mastered it
My shit, I'm smashin' it (whoa)
Your shit, I'm snatchin' it (whoa)
Holy Jesus, Lazarus
A.i. Braids, so don't be talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch
I done been around actors and activists
I can get money alone or collaborative
I can take a pic with a bad bitch
And afterwards she a badder bitch, that's facts
Yeah, I'm with Cody and Dixie (both)
Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (starvin')
Call in some Coney, it's gone be done in twenty minutes
Don't go up there without no strap
Might have to bang it out with some niggas, wait, hold up
Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they had no meaning in them
Pourin' actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a nigga
Yes, she bad, but I can't wife her if she been seen with niggas
I rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas
Like mic drop, I'm like, "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"
Unc like, "Never wish you was another nigga"
It ain't f*ck these niggas, but f*ck these niggas
Asked am I happy with this money, bitch, I'm happy to be livin'
I was makin' a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen
I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them digits
Ay, I'm really from them trenches (really)
Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
Ay man, these niggas bitches
If I don't do that real nigga shit, how they gon' see it?
All these other rappers killers are drippin' like Reese's Pieces (fake ass niggas)
All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha
Started talkin' to moon, God made me a different creature, ah
Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? (I did)
Highly favored, ay, I really dodged a bougie bitch
She see the Cubans, she gon' want the coochie hit (come here)
My chain got more f*ckin' colors than a Coogi fit
Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell them, tell you how I feel (tell 'em)
I thank God, he been workin' harder than the Devil (amen)
I'm a black rich felon with some hit records
Joy Road, what I been, yellin', niggas been tellin'
Care 'bout a lot, but I don't give a f*ck 'bout what it cost (I don't)
You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a boss (my guy)
Just don't go over your budget, that's gon' piss me off
They wanna know my cologne, can't let them get the sauce
Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (never)
All that "Been a real nigga" shit ain't get me nowhere (nowhere)
You love your hood? Nigga, f*ck your hood
See the world, go get a crib, off a coast, layin' good
My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased (dead)
Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?
God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (shit weird)
Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that bitch
Fat ugly nigga, get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky (I do)
She gon' throw it back for my McLaren, fifty-fifties
On my mama I was really in them trenches (in them trenches)
They ain't men, niggas bitches
On my mama I was really in them trenches, ay (in them trenches)
They ain't men, nigga bitches, you hear me?
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace, Sean Michael Leonard Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Rap A Lot
(I like to trap a lot)
(I remember days when I didn't have nothin')
(Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money)
(Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit)
(Bulletproof and tinted in this bitch)
(Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch)
(We go back and forth with racks, ain't playin' tennis in this bitch)
Ain't signed to J. Prince, but I like to rap a lot (rap)
On that Jeezy and that Gucci shit, I like to trap a lot (trap)
I remember days when I didn't have nothin'
Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money
Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit (uh)
Like the president, it's bulletproof and tinted in this bitch
Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch
We go back and forth with racks
Ain't playin' tennis in this bitch, ay (racks, racks, racks)
Before I got my deal, I was a wildcard (wild)
I was 'bout to rob a nigga, Kevin Lyles called (give me that)
Told him bring that bag, it was bad for me (right now)
Now they think I'm signed to T.I. With this grand hustle, uh
I ain't had a lot, but bitch, I had a Glock
I was in the field with them jackboys like Travis Scott
In school, I could find a dice game, but couldn't find a pencil
Chasin' niggas down, tell Nipsey the marathon continues (TMC)
Rollie for my watch, this a trophy on my block
Niggas think we signed to Jay-Z, gang throwin' up they rocks
I ain't do no deal with Meek, but I'm dream chasin' in my drop
I ain't sign to Ross, but we gon' be rich forever, just watch, nigga
Ain't signed to J. Prince, but I like to rap a lot (rap)
On that Jeezy and that Gucci shit, I like to trap a lot (trap)
I remember days when I didn't have nothin'
Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money
Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit (uh)
Like the president, it's bulletproof and tinted in this bitch
Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch
We go back and forth with racks
Ain't playin' tennis in this bitch (racks, racks, racks)
Before I got my deal, I was a wildcard (wild)
I was 'bout to rob a nigga, Kevin Lyles called (give me that)
Told him bring that bag, it was bad for me (right now)
Now they think I'm signed to T.I. With this grand hustle, uh
They think I signed to Pee 'cause I control the streets (control 'em)
Come sign to Grizzley Gang, get a pole and some cheese (yeah)
Should've signed to the zoo, these niggas know that I'm a beast
2005, I would've signed to BMF, free Big Meech
'Cause all them foreign trucks that came out
I had 'em at a young age (all 'em)
More stripes than Adidas, niggas think I signed to Kanye
If I beat your ass and you ask for a rematch, it's gunplay (what?)
'Cause I embarrassed you and you gon' want your lick back one day
Niggas think I'm in the NFL 'cause I blitz shit (blitz)
Niggas think that I play hockey, I'm icy with big sticks (sticks)
People think I'm signed to the sun 'cause I'm lit, bitch
Makin' niggas check in like I'm signed to Trick Trick (Detroit)
Ain't signed to J. Prince, but I like to rap a lot
On that Jeezy and that Gucci shit, I like to trap a lot (trap)
I remember days when I didn't have nothin'
Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money (money)
Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit (uh)
Like the president, it's bulletproof and tinted in this bitch
Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch
We go back and forth with racks
Ain't playin' tennis in this bitch (Venus and Serena)
(Before I got my deal, I was a wildcard)
(I was 'bout to rob a nigga, Kevin Lyles called)
(Told him bring that bag, it was bad for me)
(Now they think I'm signed to T.I. With this grand hustle)
(I remember days when I didn't have nothin')
(Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money)
(Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit)
(Bulletproof and tinted in this bitch)
(Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch)
(We go back and forth with racks, ain't playin' tennis in this bitch)
Ain't signed to J. Prince, but I like to rap a lot (rap)
On that Jeezy and that Gucci shit, I like to trap a lot (trap)
I remember days when I didn't have nothin'
Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money
Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit (uh)
Like the president, it's bulletproof and tinted in this bitch
Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch
We go back and forth with racks
Ain't playin' tennis in this bitch, ay (racks, racks, racks)
Before I got my deal, I was a wildcard (wild)
I was 'bout to rob a nigga, Kevin Lyles called (give me that)
Told him bring that bag, it was bad for me (right now)
Now they think I'm signed to T.I. With this grand hustle, uh
I ain't had a lot, but bitch, I had a Glock
I was in the field with them jackboys like Travis Scott
In school, I could find a dice game, but couldn't find a pencil
Chasin' niggas down, tell Nipsey the marathon continues (TMC)
Rollie for my watch, this a trophy on my block
Niggas think we signed to Jay-Z, gang throwin' up they rocks
I ain't do no deal with Meek, but I'm dream chasin' in my drop
I ain't sign to Ross, but we gon' be rich forever, just watch, nigga
Ain't signed to J. Prince, but I like to rap a lot (rap)
On that Jeezy and that Gucci shit, I like to trap a lot (trap)
I remember days when I didn't have nothin'
Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money
Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit (uh)
Like the president, it's bulletproof and tinted in this bitch
Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch
We go back and forth with racks
Ain't playin' tennis in this bitch (racks, racks, racks)
Before I got my deal, I was a wildcard (wild)
I was 'bout to rob a nigga, Kevin Lyles called (give me that)
Told him bring that bag, it was bad for me (right now)
Now they think I'm signed to T.I. With this grand hustle, uh
They think I signed to Pee 'cause I control the streets (control 'em)
Come sign to Grizzley Gang, get a pole and some cheese (yeah)
Should've signed to the zoo, these niggas know that I'm a beast
2005, I would've signed to BMF, free Big Meech
'Cause all them foreign trucks that came out
I had 'em at a young age (all 'em)
More stripes than Adidas, niggas think I signed to Kanye
If I beat your ass and you ask for a rematch, it's gunplay (what?)
'Cause I embarrassed you and you gon' want your lick back one day
Niggas think I'm in the NFL 'cause I blitz shit (blitz)
Niggas think that I play hockey, I'm icy with big sticks (sticks)
People think I'm signed to the sun 'cause I'm lit, bitch
Makin' niggas check in like I'm signed to Trick Trick (Detroit)
Ain't signed to J. Prince, but I like to rap a lot
On that Jeezy and that Gucci shit, I like to trap a lot (trap)
I remember days when I didn't have nothin'
Now they think I'm signed to Birdman, I get cash money (money)
Ain't signed to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit (uh)
Like the president, it's bulletproof and tinted in this bitch
Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch
We go back and forth with racks
Ain't playin' tennis in this bitch (Venus and Serena)
(Before I got my deal, I was a wildcard)
(I was 'bout to rob a nigga, Kevin Lyles called)
(Told him bring that bag, it was bad for me)
(Now they think I'm signed to T.I. With this grand hustle)
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
The Funeral
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head
I don't like no bougie bitches, we ain't got nothin' in common (at all)
Like my hoes ratchet, she'll twerk in front of her mama (f*ck it up)
And her mama and her auntie gon' twerk with her (f*ck it up)
Her best friend gon' get drunk as f*ck and flirt with her (oh shit)
I got some new numbers, I need rubbers, it's gon' be a busy week
Copy-and-pasting messages to my freaks, I miss you, let's link
Say she want Ruth Chris, bitch, McDonalds up the street (right there)
All that money shit, I do that for the 'Gram, ho, I'm cheap (facts)
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head
When I hit, I'm out of your way (gone)
Catch me a nut and I gotta skate
One in the head, don't cock it, okay?
I'm from the city, we cocky, okay?
Shaq with the number 'cause I had to block it, okay? (Outta here)
Shaq with the number 'cause I had to block it, okay? (Shit outta here)
You know it was my bitch if you got blocked from my page (not me)
She asked, "Was it real?" I said, "Yeah, real fake" (fake)
You knew what it was when I ain't take you on no real date (you knew)
Tryna beat it like I'm Mike, I'm tryna beat, bitch, like Dre, hold up, wait
Then she asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head
You know I ain't left-handed, 'cause I hit these bitches right away (facts)
She so cold that I had to hit her by the fireplace (yup)
Still waiting on the dealership to send my license plate
Came condom, I can't let 'em fry me like some rice and steak
Nah, I can't f*ck her raw 'cause she gon' text like, "We gotta talk"
If your head fire, have my driver take you to the mall
Nah, you can't get in my bed in them pants, take 'em off
I'm a gentleman, after I f*ck, here go a rag, wipe it off
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass
Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Ain't gotta say much, could pull a bitch with one line
Niggas say they gangsters, ain't commit one crime
F*ck them niggas, though
I need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Ain't gotta say much, pull a bitch with one line, ay
I been on that one grind, ay
Grindin' 'til the sun down
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head
I don't like no bougie bitches, we ain't got nothin' in common (at all)
Like my hoes ratchet, she'll twerk in front of her mama (f*ck it up)
And her mama and her auntie gon' twerk with her (f*ck it up)
Her best friend gon' get drunk as f*ck and flirt with her (oh shit)
I got some new numbers, I need rubbers, it's gon' be a busy week
Copy-and-pasting messages to my freaks, I miss you, let's link
Say she want Ruth Chris, bitch, McDonalds up the street (right there)
All that money shit, I do that for the 'Gram, ho, I'm cheap (facts)
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head
When I hit, I'm out of your way (gone)
Catch me a nut and I gotta skate
One in the head, don't cock it, okay?
I'm from the city, we cocky, okay?
Shaq with the number 'cause I had to block it, okay? (Outta here)
Shaq with the number 'cause I had to block it, okay? (Shit outta here)
You know it was my bitch if you got blocked from my page (not me)
She asked, "Was it real?" I said, "Yeah, real fake" (fake)
You knew what it was when I ain't take you on no real date (you knew)
Tryna beat it like I'm Mike, I'm tryna beat, bitch, like Dre, hold up, wait
Then she asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head
You know I ain't left-handed, 'cause I hit these bitches right away (facts)
She so cold that I had to hit her by the fireplace (yup)
Still waiting on the dealership to send my license plate
Came condom, I can't let 'em fry me like some rice and steak
Nah, I can't f*ck her raw 'cause she gon' text like, "We gotta talk"
If your head fire, have my driver take you to the mall
Nah, you can't get in my bed in them pants, take 'em off
I'm a gentleman, after I f*ck, here go a rag, wipe it off
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass
Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Ain't gotta say much, could pull a bitch with one line
Niggas say they gangsters, ain't commit one crime
F*ck them niggas, though
I need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time
Ain't gotta say much, pull a bitch with one line, ay
I been on that one grind, ay
Grindin' 'til the sun down
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Lions and Eagles
(Omega) Uh
I just maxed out with this lil' bitch up in Barneys
With the bag out, I walk in and lit up the party
I just smashed out with this lil' bitch in the 'Rari
And I cashed out, I'm a playboy rockin' Cartis, yeah (Cypress)
My lil' bitch from the D told me rock my buffs
We still duckin' from them D's, tryna rock it up
Niggas pussy, throwin' flags, tryna chop it up (what?)
Catch some niggas in the streets, we get to poppin' up (boom, boom)
Caught him comin' out the club, so, shit, we shot it up (brrt)
Bitch was hangin' with the opps, so, shit, we shot at her (brrt)
Show no mercy on them pussies, they ain't live enough (f*ck 'em)
They too broke to go to war, shit, they ain't got enough (broke-ass niggas)
Ooh, we gon' come out (yeah)
Too much money, it ain't funny, it won't run out (at all)
In the trenches, I'ma bring my Bentley truck out (skrrt)
Tryna be low behind them tints, but I still stuck out
You ain't tryna give me that pussy, get the f*ck out
Stack it in the winter, in the summer, we gon' bust out (uh-uh)
Threw some shit, ain't hit nobody, and he struck out (hoes)
Caught that nigga slidin' home and he got dug out, gang
More money, more bitches
More millis, more riches (what else?), Yeah, yeah (nigga)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah
Only bosses talkin', nigga, shut the f*ck up (bitch ass up)
Hate my opps so much, I should go get 'em dug up (dig 'em up)
Don't f*ck on broke bitches no more, baby, I'm stuck-up (I can't do it)
Up that chopper on my brother, I don't trust nothin', wait, wait
Nigga killed my auntie, let me live, boy, you foolish
When you die and go meet her, she gon' tell you you stupid
If these pussies got a problem, you know I got a solution
We gon' do it like math, subtract everybody included
I like f*ckin' bitches soon as we meet
Only street nigga from the D made more money than me was Meech
First one go touch a hundred without goin' to jail is me
Only nigga with a song hard as "First Day Out" is Meek
Boy, you sweet
Heard you let them niggas rob you, we gon' rob you too
But they ain't shoot you, when I rob you, I'ma pop you too (boom)
He ain't drop yet off the Glock, shoot the chopper too (brrt)
I'll f*ck a nigga main bitch, side bitch too (both, nigga)
More money, more bitches (yup)
More millis, more riches, yeah, yeah (nigga)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (we ain't done yet, hold up)
Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah
Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? (Hold up)
Hardest chain in the game, this shit all in Guinness
How you gon' get ahead, you keep runnin' off on niggas?
I got 'em sick like I had a cold and coughed on niggas
I'm the same nigga from Joy Road with them dreads, yeah, them locks (gang)
When I was 'round, they stayed in 'cause the clip curled on the chop (bang)
We'll air you out, we'll tear you down, no flyin' up this block
I'ma bust it down into rocks, then go bust down me a watch, nigga
I just maxed out with this lil' bitch up in Barneys
With the bag out, I walk in and lit up the party
I just smashed out with this lil' bitch in the 'Rari
And I cashed out, I'm a playboy rockin' Cartis, yeah (Cypress)
My lil' bitch from the D told me rock my buffs
We still duckin' from them D's, tryna rock it up
Niggas pussy, throwin' flags, tryna chop it up (what?)
Catch some niggas in the streets, we get to poppin' up (boom, boom)
Caught him comin' out the club, so, shit, we shot it up (brrt)
Bitch was hangin' with the opps, so, shit, we shot at her (brrt)
Show no mercy on them pussies, they ain't live enough (f*ck 'em)
They too broke to go to war, shit, they ain't got enough (broke-ass niggas)
Ooh, we gon' come out (yeah)
Too much money, it ain't funny, it won't run out (at all)
In the trenches, I'ma bring my Bentley truck out (skrrt)
Tryna be low behind them tints, but I still stuck out
You ain't tryna give me that pussy, get the f*ck out
Stack it in the winter, in the summer, we gon' bust out (uh-uh)
Threw some shit, ain't hit nobody, and he struck out (hoes)
Caught that nigga slidin' home and he got dug out, gang
More money, more bitches
More millis, more riches (what else?), Yeah, yeah (nigga)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah
Only bosses talkin', nigga, shut the f*ck up (bitch ass up)
Hate my opps so much, I should go get 'em dug up (dig 'em up)
Don't f*ck on broke bitches no more, baby, I'm stuck-up (I can't do it)
Up that chopper on my brother, I don't trust nothin', wait, wait
Nigga killed my auntie, let me live, boy, you foolish
When you die and go meet her, she gon' tell you you stupid
If these pussies got a problem, you know I got a solution
We gon' do it like math, subtract everybody included
I like f*ckin' bitches soon as we meet
Only street nigga from the D made more money than me was Meech
First one go touch a hundred without goin' to jail is me
Only nigga with a song hard as "First Day Out" is Meek
Boy, you sweet
Heard you let them niggas rob you, we gon' rob you too
But they ain't shoot you, when I rob you, I'ma pop you too (boom)
He ain't drop yet off the Glock, shoot the chopper too (brrt)
I'll f*ck a nigga main bitch, side bitch too (both, nigga)
More money, more bitches (yup)
More millis, more riches, yeah, yeah (nigga)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (we ain't done yet, hold up)
Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah
Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? (Hold up)
Hardest chain in the game, this shit all in Guinness
How you gon' get ahead, you keep runnin' off on niggas?
I got 'em sick like I had a cold and coughed on niggas
I'm the same nigga from Joy Road with them dreads, yeah, them locks (gang)
When I was 'round, they stayed in 'cause the clip curled on the chop (bang)
We'll air you out, we'll tear you down, no flyin' up this block
I'ma bust it down into rocks, then go bust down me a watch, nigga
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Songtrust Ave
No Witness
Ah
I ain't got no problems with no niggas I don't know (I know personal problems)
And I don't know none of you niggas (I don't)
Ain't gotta keep in touch with no niggas I don't owe (whoa, let me see)
And I don't owe none of you niggas (nobody)
Can't nobody tell on me if they don't know my business (who the f*ck know I did that?)
And they don't know my f*cking business (nobody)
I would've had an L if the feds had a witness (who saw that shit?)
But ain't no motherf*cking witness (nobody)
Playing with me, boy, you know how close you is to dying
Talking 'bout how I'm winning, boy, you know how close I am to God (Amen)
If I went out my way just to prove I was certified
Then some bullshit happened to me, you know how that'd hurt the guys
Chopper cut the skin of your head, get 'em circumcised
I'm hopping in the Benz off the meds, I'm on a Perky flying
Free my mama, yeah, she saw more birds than a turkey drive
This shit was happening to you boys, I got it out the dirt with mine
Yeah, nigga, out the mud, clutching walking out the club
Nike slides, T-shirt on, still can pull out a dub
Spilled some food on my shirt, ain't worried with the stain on it
Still'll see you in the club take your bitch and rain on it
I ain't got no problems with no niggas I don't know (I don't know you niggas, man)
And I don't know none of you niggas
Ain't gotta keep in touch with no niggas I don't owe (owe niggas nothing)
And I don't owe none of you niggas (nah)
Can't nobody tell on me if they don't know my business (nobody know shit)
And they don't know my f*cking business (nah)
I would've had an L if the feds had a witness (acting like I'm fourteen)
But ain't no motherf*cking witness (bitch)
Niggas ask me why I ain't been calling, nigga, for what
Bro be looking like he down, but believe me, he up
Pull up on your mans, drop him then tease him, "Get up"
I don't like them niggas, they like, "What's the reason?" Ain't one
I just don't like niggas that ain't my niggas, that's how I'm feeling
Niggas greedy, niggas rats, niggas snakes, niggas bitches
I ain't even rushing to it, it just be coming to us, we different
It's a blessing that you rich, it's a blessing that we livin'
And then I say us a blessing 'cause I don't believe in love before I was up
I prayed for it, envisioned it, yeah, I seen me up
You can eat with us, but dawg, just don't think you sweet with us
'Cause I'm just like a pimple, I'll squeeze and bust
I ain't got no problems with no niggas I don't know
And I don't know none of you niggas
Ain't gotta keep in touch with no niggas I don't owe
And I don't owe none of you niggas
Can't nobody tell on me if they don't know my business
And they don't know my f*cking business
I would've had an L if the feds had a witness
But ain't no motherf*cking witness
I ain't got no problems with no niggas I don't know (I know personal problems)
And I don't know none of you niggas (I don't)
Ain't gotta keep in touch with no niggas I don't owe (whoa, let me see)
And I don't owe none of you niggas (nobody)
Can't nobody tell on me if they don't know my business (who the f*ck know I did that?)
And they don't know my f*cking business (nobody)
I would've had an L if the feds had a witness (who saw that shit?)
But ain't no motherf*cking witness (nobody)
Playing with me, boy, you know how close you is to dying
Talking 'bout how I'm winning, boy, you know how close I am to God (Amen)
If I went out my way just to prove I was certified
Then some bullshit happened to me, you know how that'd hurt the guys
Chopper cut the skin of your head, get 'em circumcised
I'm hopping in the Benz off the meds, I'm on a Perky flying
Free my mama, yeah, she saw more birds than a turkey drive
This shit was happening to you boys, I got it out the dirt with mine
Yeah, nigga, out the mud, clutching walking out the club
Nike slides, T-shirt on, still can pull out a dub
Spilled some food on my shirt, ain't worried with the stain on it
Still'll see you in the club take your bitch and rain on it
I ain't got no problems with no niggas I don't know (I don't know you niggas, man)
And I don't know none of you niggas
Ain't gotta keep in touch with no niggas I don't owe (owe niggas nothing)
And I don't owe none of you niggas (nah)
Can't nobody tell on me if they don't know my business (nobody know shit)
And they don't know my f*cking business (nah)
I would've had an L if the feds had a witness (acting like I'm fourteen)
But ain't no motherf*cking witness (bitch)
Niggas ask me why I ain't been calling, nigga, for what
Bro be looking like he down, but believe me, he up
Pull up on your mans, drop him then tease him, "Get up"
I don't like them niggas, they like, "What's the reason?" Ain't one
I just don't like niggas that ain't my niggas, that's how I'm feeling
Niggas greedy, niggas rats, niggas snakes, niggas bitches
I ain't even rushing to it, it just be coming to us, we different
It's a blessing that you rich, it's a blessing that we livin'
And then I say us a blessing 'cause I don't believe in love before I was up
I prayed for it, envisioned it, yeah, I seen me up
You can eat with us, but dawg, just don't think you sweet with us
'Cause I'm just like a pimple, I'll squeeze and bust
I ain't got no problems with no niggas I don't know
And I don't know none of you niggas
Ain't gotta keep in touch with no niggas I don't owe
And I don't owe none of you niggas
Can't nobody tell on me if they don't know my business
And they don't know my f*cking business
I would've had an L if the feds had a witness
But ain't no motherf*cking witness
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Picture Of My City
I'ma talk some lil' silly shit in the beginning
Just how I feel type shit (yeah)
Been wanting to get this off my mind for a long-ass time (what's that?)
Wendy's chicken sandwich f*ckin' over Popeyes
Lot of extras in my clip like fries at Five Guys
Neck on Dairy Queen, my wrist on Häagen-Dazs (ice)
My girl colder than the shit they sell at Coldstone (facts)
Every time she let me hit, I make her soul glo (facts)
Brody sellin' gas like the Chevron, Sunoco
The BP, I'm from the West, but I'm good Deep East (yeah)
The semi transform to a fully, Decepticon (boom)
Reach for my gold, I kill everybody, I'm leprechaun
Free them real niggas, f*ck them ho niggas who testified
Tellin' shit the police ain't ask, got 'em some extra time (man)
They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (let me paint that)
It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it (we gon' shake back)
We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic
It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing (literally)
Let's talk about the people and the shit they be sayin'
Some people love me so much, you would think we related
Some people hate me so much, you would think we wasn't related
Niggas salty 'cause the bitches they in love with ate it, ay
Like some chicken, but they didn't put no hot sauce on it (they didn't)
And I dropped them hoes off after they hopped up off it (I did it)
I probably dropped a couple dollars on 'em (I did)
And I be talkin' so much shit, I probably dropped some knowledge on 'em
Like somebody prayin' for me, gotta be my sweet grandma (amen)
Old soul, I could f*ck a nigga's mean grandma (famous)
I come from where it's snow, but I ain't never seen Santa
I just seen a lot of niggas get popped like peach Fantas (brrt)
You ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (boy)
I'll drop your bro and give you somethin' to rap about (boy)
Before a studio, we had to trap it out (bitch)
At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (f*ck)
A young dog, so ambitious, but ain't got no goals (nah)
He get some money for some clothes, he tryna buy some poles (all of 'em)
Touched a lot of dead hands, all of 'em was cold
With a lot of makeup on they face so you can't see the holes
They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (they know it)
It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it
We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic
It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing
Niggas get the chills when young dog speak (they do)
He a big dog now, you know young dog eat (ah)
He got some money, now they thinkin' that young dog sweet (nah)
I know for a fact he ain't, 'cause young dog me (bitch)
Yeah, I went from Lil T to Big Unky (I'm Big Unc)
My uncle turned into a bitch, now he my auntie (He my aunt)
Niggas talkin' crazy, won't say shit in front me (nah)
Meet with my plug and cash him out, that nigga don't front me (nigga don't front me)
But you ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (lame)
I'll drop your brother, give you somethin' to rap about (bah)
Before a studio, we had to trap it out (trap)
At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (bah)
Just how I feel type shit (yeah)
Been wanting to get this off my mind for a long-ass time (what's that?)
Wendy's chicken sandwich f*ckin' over Popeyes
Lot of extras in my clip like fries at Five Guys
Neck on Dairy Queen, my wrist on Häagen-Dazs (ice)
My girl colder than the shit they sell at Coldstone (facts)
Every time she let me hit, I make her soul glo (facts)
Brody sellin' gas like the Chevron, Sunoco
The BP, I'm from the West, but I'm good Deep East (yeah)
The semi transform to a fully, Decepticon (boom)
Reach for my gold, I kill everybody, I'm leprechaun
Free them real niggas, f*ck them ho niggas who testified
Tellin' shit the police ain't ask, got 'em some extra time (man)
They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (let me paint that)
It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it (we gon' shake back)
We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic
It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing (literally)
Let's talk about the people and the shit they be sayin'
Some people love me so much, you would think we related
Some people hate me so much, you would think we wasn't related
Niggas salty 'cause the bitches they in love with ate it, ay
Like some chicken, but they didn't put no hot sauce on it (they didn't)
And I dropped them hoes off after they hopped up off it (I did it)
I probably dropped a couple dollars on 'em (I did)
And I be talkin' so much shit, I probably dropped some knowledge on 'em
Like somebody prayin' for me, gotta be my sweet grandma (amen)
Old soul, I could f*ck a nigga's mean grandma (famous)
I come from where it's snow, but I ain't never seen Santa
I just seen a lot of niggas get popped like peach Fantas (brrt)
You ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (boy)
I'll drop your bro and give you somethin' to rap about (boy)
Before a studio, we had to trap it out (bitch)
At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (f*ck)
A young dog, so ambitious, but ain't got no goals (nah)
He get some money for some clothes, he tryna buy some poles (all of 'em)
Touched a lot of dead hands, all of 'em was cold
With a lot of makeup on they face so you can't see the holes
They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (they know it)
It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it
We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic
It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing
Niggas get the chills when young dog speak (they do)
He a big dog now, you know young dog eat (ah)
He got some money, now they thinkin' that young dog sweet (nah)
I know for a fact he ain't, 'cause young dog me (bitch)
Yeah, I went from Lil T to Big Unky (I'm Big Unc)
My uncle turned into a bitch, now he my auntie (He my aunt)
Niggas talkin' crazy, won't say shit in front me (nah)
Meet with my plug and cash him out, that nigga don't front me (nigga don't front me)
But you ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (lame)
I'll drop your brother, give you somethin' to rap about (bah)
Before a studio, we had to trap it out (trap)
At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (bah)
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
COVID
Whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (hell yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (bah, bah, bah)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (ay)
My nigga Block just bought a Rollie, he can't even go nowhere (he stuck)
Humidifiers goin', you know that shit in the air (woo)
I don't know whose city worse right now, but say a prayer (amen)
Seven hundred people died in one day, man, say a prayer (amen)
They say the heat kill it, how the f*ck they know? (How the f*ck they know?)
What about the places that's always cold? (Alaska)
They givin' checks to people that can't work and stay at home (huh?)
What about the artists that can't do shows? (I need it)
'Cause whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (f*ck yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty, Baby)
Sell a hundred bags, sell a hundred bags (hundred bags)
'Nother hundred bags, 'nother hundred bags (hundred bags)
Three thousand a bag, this one-point-two (cash)
I can play the side and be the coach or be the point too
I'm all about scorin'
Chillin' with my kids, I ain't even thought about tourin'
I'm makin' my business outweigh my performance
Every day we lit, lit, it never get borin'
How you go from stolen cars to hoppin' out a foreign? (Skrrt)
Off-White Jordans just to go record in
Ridin' with a mask and some gloves in the Corvette
Gotta be the coldest
I just called the bro and got some pints, I need to pour it, Baby
'Cause the whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (f*ck yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (ay)
M13 monolithic'll knock your soul out
In real life, I got the same shit that's in my loadout
Niggas want a handshake, I can't touch them
Trump got a billion, tell 'em don't forget 'bout lil' bruh 'nem
Don't forget about the people that was livin' check to check
Say a prayer for the ones that's in need, but they got debt
I got family that couldn't afford to close down they trap
Servin' with they facemasks on, y'all got my respect
'Cause the whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (f*ck yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (ay)
My nigga Block just bought a Rollie, he can't even go nowhere
Humidifiers goin', you know that shit in the air
I don't know whose city worse right now, but say a prayer
Seven hundred people died in one day, man, say a prayer
Whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (absolutely)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (hell yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (bah, bah, bah)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (ay)
My nigga Block just bought a Rollie, he can't even go nowhere (he stuck)
Humidifiers goin', you know that shit in the air (woo)
I don't know whose city worse right now, but say a prayer (amen)
Seven hundred people died in one day, man, say a prayer (amen)
They say the heat kill it, how the f*ck they know? (How the f*ck they know?)
What about the places that's always cold? (Alaska)
They givin' checks to people that can't work and stay at home (huh?)
What about the artists that can't do shows? (I need it)
'Cause whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (f*ck yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty, Baby)
Sell a hundred bags, sell a hundred bags (hundred bags)
'Nother hundred bags, 'nother hundred bags (hundred bags)
Three thousand a bag, this one-point-two (cash)
I can play the side and be the coach or be the point too
I'm all about scorin'
Chillin' with my kids, I ain't even thought about tourin'
I'm makin' my business outweigh my performance
Every day we lit, lit, it never get borin'
How you go from stolen cars to hoppin' out a foreign? (Skrrt)
Off-White Jordans just to go record in
Ridin' with a mask and some gloves in the Corvette
Gotta be the coldest
I just called the bro and got some pints, I need to pour it, Baby
'Cause the whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (f*ck yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (ay)
M13 monolithic'll knock your soul out
In real life, I got the same shit that's in my loadout
Niggas want a handshake, I can't touch them
Trump got a billion, tell 'em don't forget 'bout lil' bruh 'nem
Don't forget about the people that was livin' check to check
Say a prayer for the ones that's in need, but they got debt
I got family that couldn't afford to close down they trap
Servin' with they facemasks on, y'all got my respect
'Cause the whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie (it's crazy)
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (f*ck yeah)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (ay)
My nigga Block just bought a Rollie, he can't even go nowhere
Humidifiers goin', you know that shit in the air
I don't know whose city worse right now, but say a prayer
Seven hundred people died in one day, man, say a prayer
Whole world on lockdown, shit like a movie
Do I prefer this over jail? Nigga, absolutely (absolutely)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty (Call of Duty)
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty
I've been quarantining, playing Call of Duty
I've been getting pussy, playing Call of Duty
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Timeless
(Hit-boy) In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'
When I fly to Detroit, then go to Doc trial (my nigga)
If I say I love it, that's what I'm gon' die 'bout (on God)
I ain't fly a lil' hoe out, she use her Sky Miles
Had to kick the lean that shit f*cked up my bars
Real niggas ain't gotta say they real niggas
Ain't got no clips but I'm still in the field with it
Don't like me? You gotta kill me or deal with it
From niggas houses to penthouses, it's how I feel, nigga (good nigga)
I got heart but bitch I'm heartless at the same time (heartless)
If you get paid for tellin' the truth, we got the same grind
Think 'bout your peoples every day, we got the same mind
Deal with they problems and my problems at the same time (yeah, gang)
In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'
Michael Jordan used to shoot a thousands shot a day (what?)
F*ck hoopin', Booka tryna shoot a thousand opps today
They know I ain't 'bout to play
Watch out when I cock the K
Speakin' of hoopin' I f*ck hoes then have 'em hooked like Dr. Jay (facts)
In the Eastside throwin' up the West like Dr. Dre (West)
Got two hunnid thousand on me, f*ck it, it's that type of day
That bitch snort that Baccarat, it made her feel some type of way
As we speak me and Kerwin got ten different type of players
Hol' up, ay (ay, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Billion streams on Spotify (facts)
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot an opp
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that nigga slide"
Blacko like, "He gotta die"
In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive (go get 'em)
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (got this huh?)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem (nigga what?)
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin' (that's my baby)
I got a billion streams on Spotify
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot an opp
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that nigga slide"
Blacko like, "He gotta go, he gotta die"
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'
When I fly to Detroit, then go to Doc trial (my nigga)
If I say I love it, that's what I'm gon' die 'bout (on God)
I ain't fly a lil' hoe out, she use her Sky Miles
Had to kick the lean that shit f*cked up my bars
Real niggas ain't gotta say they real niggas
Ain't got no clips but I'm still in the field with it
Don't like me? You gotta kill me or deal with it
From niggas houses to penthouses, it's how I feel, nigga (good nigga)
I got heart but bitch I'm heartless at the same time (heartless)
If you get paid for tellin' the truth, we got the same grind
Think 'bout your peoples every day, we got the same mind
Deal with they problems and my problems at the same time (yeah, gang)
In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'
Michael Jordan used to shoot a thousands shot a day (what?)
F*ck hoopin', Booka tryna shoot a thousand opps today
They know I ain't 'bout to play
Watch out when I cock the K
Speakin' of hoopin' I f*ck hoes then have 'em hooked like Dr. Jay (facts)
In the Eastside throwin' up the West like Dr. Dre (West)
Got two hunnid thousand on me, f*ck it, it's that type of day
That bitch snort that Baccarat, it made her feel some type of way
As we speak me and Kerwin got ten different type of players
Hol' up, ay (ay, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Billion streams on Spotify (facts)
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot an opp
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that nigga slide"
Blacko like, "He gotta die"
In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive (go get 'em)
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (got this huh?)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem (nigga what?)
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin' (that's my baby)
I got a billion streams on Spotify
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot an opp
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that nigga slide"
Blacko like, "He gotta go, he gotta die"
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Slime
Ay, told that bitch I land at
She said, "Is you in LA?" No
Two groups of bitches
Told that bitch I land at three and I'm on Cali' time (Cali)
She said, "Is you in LA?" No, I'm at Anaheim (no)
Two groups of bitches, mix 'em up like lemon-lime (oh)
Cannon on my hip, melt you like it's Dippin' Dots
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, ay
Water on my wrist dripping like a Slip 'N Slide (water)
Doors on the whip killed theyself, they suicide (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, ay
Free that nigga Melly, that's my dawg, that's my slime (gang, gang)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime
Free that nigga Mar Mar that's my dawg, that's my slime, nigga
I just hit some shit in Oakland like a Curry jumper (wet)
Brodie whippin' up that whip'em, he gon' hurt the oven (crack)
My lil' nigga chewing pills up, he gon' murk him somethin'
Try to run, he tap your back like he tryna make you burp or somethin'
Wait back up 'fore you get hurt or somethin' (when you get f*cked up)
Your hoe missing, she with me, you thinking amber alert or somethin', ay
When them shots go off, let's see who doing the running
Once the cops on Southfield, hit Schoolcrab doing a hundred
Ask these niggas where they money at, where they coins?
Poolparty in the A, we ain't invite no boys (no niggas)
Only freaks, leave in peace after you get destroyed (see you later)
You won't see me for months like a soldier that's been deployed (ay, ay, ay)
Told that bitch I land at three and I'm on Cali' time (I'm on Cali' time)
She said, "Is you in LA?" No, I'm at Anaheim
Two groups of bitches, mix 'em up like lemon-lime (mix it)
Cannon on my hip, melt you like some Dippin' Dots
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (that's my motherf*cking slime)
Free that nigga Quan, that's my dawg, that's my slime
(Free my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (that's my slime)
Free that nigga Tay, that's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, I got slimes, they gon' ride
I know rappers that's gon' fall like a motherf*cking pine
I got rap money, trap money, know I'm getting money
I got hundred round chopper, hit his head, hit his spine
I ain't tryna die young, I ain't talking Roddy Ricch
I just went pimp mode, got hoes like Michigan
Lizard just like Geico, ain't no way you play with me (Geico)
I just hit a giant juice, I got extra energy (woo)
Safe bulletproof white coupe
I just f*cked two sisters, got right in they throats (come here)
I just did a gasbag on the way to school (sheesh)
I just told Tee Grizzley, "What it do?"
Told that bitch I land at three and I'm on Cali' time
She said, "Is you in LA?" No, I'm at Anaheim
Two groups of bitches, mix 'em up like lemon-lime (mix it)
Cannon on my hip, melt you like some Dippin' Dots
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (that's my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (free my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
Water on my wrist dripping like a Slip 'N Slide (that's my slime)
Doors on the whip killed theyself, they suicide (free my f*cking niggas)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, ay
Free that nigga Quan, that's my dawg, that's my slime (gang, gang)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (free my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
Free that nigga Tay, that's my dawg, that's my slime (sheesh)
Ay, told that bitch I land at
She said, "Is you in LA?" No
Two groups of bitches
She said, "Is you in LA?" No
Two groups of bitches
Told that bitch I land at three and I'm on Cali' time (Cali)
She said, "Is you in LA?" No, I'm at Anaheim (no)
Two groups of bitches, mix 'em up like lemon-lime (oh)
Cannon on my hip, melt you like it's Dippin' Dots
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, ay
Water on my wrist dripping like a Slip 'N Slide (water)
Doors on the whip killed theyself, they suicide (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, ay
Free that nigga Melly, that's my dawg, that's my slime (gang, gang)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime
Free that nigga Mar Mar that's my dawg, that's my slime, nigga
I just hit some shit in Oakland like a Curry jumper (wet)
Brodie whippin' up that whip'em, he gon' hurt the oven (crack)
My lil' nigga chewing pills up, he gon' murk him somethin'
Try to run, he tap your back like he tryna make you burp or somethin'
Wait back up 'fore you get hurt or somethin' (when you get f*cked up)
Your hoe missing, she with me, you thinking amber alert or somethin', ay
When them shots go off, let's see who doing the running
Once the cops on Southfield, hit Schoolcrab doing a hundred
Ask these niggas where they money at, where they coins?
Poolparty in the A, we ain't invite no boys (no niggas)
Only freaks, leave in peace after you get destroyed (see you later)
You won't see me for months like a soldier that's been deployed (ay, ay, ay)
Told that bitch I land at three and I'm on Cali' time (I'm on Cali' time)
She said, "Is you in LA?" No, I'm at Anaheim
Two groups of bitches, mix 'em up like lemon-lime (mix it)
Cannon on my hip, melt you like some Dippin' Dots
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (that's my motherf*cking slime)
Free that nigga Quan, that's my dawg, that's my slime
(Free my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (that's my slime)
Free that nigga Tay, that's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, I got slimes, they gon' ride
I know rappers that's gon' fall like a motherf*cking pine
I got rap money, trap money, know I'm getting money
I got hundred round chopper, hit his head, hit his spine
I ain't tryna die young, I ain't talking Roddy Ricch
I just went pimp mode, got hoes like Michigan
Lizard just like Geico, ain't no way you play with me (Geico)
I just hit a giant juice, I got extra energy (woo)
Safe bulletproof white coupe
I just f*cked two sisters, got right in they throats (come here)
I just did a gasbag on the way to school (sheesh)
I just told Tee Grizzley, "What it do?"
Told that bitch I land at three and I'm on Cali' time
She said, "Is you in LA?" No, I'm at Anaheim
Two groups of bitches, mix 'em up like lemon-lime (mix it)
Cannon on my hip, melt you like some Dippin' Dots
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (that's my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (free my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
Water on my wrist dripping like a Slip 'N Slide (that's my slime)
Doors on the whip killed theyself, they suicide (free my f*cking niggas)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime, ay
Free that nigga Quan, that's my dawg, that's my slime (gang, gang)
That's my dawg, that's my slime
That's my dawg, that's my slime (free my motherf*cking slime, nigga)
Free that nigga Tay, that's my dawg, that's my slime (sheesh)
Ay, told that bitch I land at
She said, "Is you in LA?" No
Two groups of bitches
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace, Raqhid Jevon Render
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Everything
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
(P-lo, tell them bring the bass, boy)
I just bought the new Mercedes just to get from A to B
I did shit they can't believe, that's why they hate on me (they hatin')
Really from the streets, made a way to eat, bitch, make way for me
I don't give a f*ck what y'all be doing, just don't play with me (nah)
Last thing on my mind is these pussy boys (pussy)
Last thing you would see me chasing is some pussy, boy (no)
In the club in the back, 30 in my hoodie, boy
This bitch sound like "grrah," this bitch a fully, boy
Jackin' off my pockets just to make this money come
I was young walkin' to the store for just a honey bun
Then going to the trap, seeing unc' that was on the run
With a hundred drum, rest in peace, he was a one of one
Beating niggas up for lil' bro, you better not f*ck with him
Granny took my BB gun, she ain't know I had another one
Walked to the dollar store and brought my little brother one
He took it to school, I'm like, "Bro, why is you so f*cking dumb?" (Stupid)
'Cause he got caught with it (damn)
But I took that on the chin 'cause we was taught different (I got you)
I ain't never sold my soul but I bought niggas (I bought niggas)
I know niggas that ain't never played basketball but they cross niggas, ay
We ain't wanted to be known, we just wanted to be on
Thought the industry was full of real niggas, I was wrong
They was tryna get the throne, we was tryna get the gold
We was chasing down our goals, they was chasing down the hoes
Nigga, so where they at, where they at?
Niggas talking 'bout reach back, if I reach back, you gon' get slapped
With a stack on your head, now you whacked
Got that MAC on my lap, fully of lead, ratatat
Talking to some young niggas, juvenile where they at
Like, don't look up to these niggas, man, these niggas full of cap
Talking to some other young niggas, prison where they at
Stay solid, never rat, the real always make it back nigga, ay
Make sure that shit you say reflect on how you act (make sure)
Make sure you ain't never content with where you at (make sure)
You ain't gon' rich if you don't learn how to stack (do that)
Just listen to me, you gon' pass 'em up like that, ay (like that)
Quit hanging 'round them niggas, tell 'em you'll be right back (I'm gone)
Just listen to me, you gon' pass them niggas up like that (I'm gone)
Quit hanging 'round them niggas, tell 'em you'll be right back (I'm gone)
Just listen to me, you gon' pass them niggas up like that (gone)
(P-lo, tell them bring the bass, boy)
I just bought the new Mercedes just to get from A to B
I did shit they can't believe, that's why they hate on me (they hatin')
Really from the streets, made a way to eat, bitch, make way for me
I don't give a f*ck what y'all be doing, just don't play with me (nah)
Last thing on my mind is these pussy boys (pussy)
Last thing you would see me chasing is some pussy, boy (no)
In the club in the back, 30 in my hoodie, boy
This bitch sound like "grrah," this bitch a fully, boy
Jackin' off my pockets just to make this money come
I was young walkin' to the store for just a honey bun
Then going to the trap, seeing unc' that was on the run
With a hundred drum, rest in peace, he was a one of one
Beating niggas up for lil' bro, you better not f*ck with him
Granny took my BB gun, she ain't know I had another one
Walked to the dollar store and brought my little brother one
He took it to school, I'm like, "Bro, why is you so f*cking dumb?" (Stupid)
'Cause he got caught with it (damn)
But I took that on the chin 'cause we was taught different (I got you)
I ain't never sold my soul but I bought niggas (I bought niggas)
I know niggas that ain't never played basketball but they cross niggas, ay
We ain't wanted to be known, we just wanted to be on
Thought the industry was full of real niggas, I was wrong
They was tryna get the throne, we was tryna get the gold
We was chasing down our goals, they was chasing down the hoes
Nigga, so where they at, where they at?
Niggas talking 'bout reach back, if I reach back, you gon' get slapped
With a stack on your head, now you whacked
Got that MAC on my lap, fully of lead, ratatat
Talking to some young niggas, juvenile where they at
Like, don't look up to these niggas, man, these niggas full of cap
Talking to some other young niggas, prison where they at
Stay solid, never rat, the real always make it back nigga, ay
Make sure that shit you say reflect on how you act (make sure)
Make sure you ain't never content with where you at (make sure)
You ain't gon' rich if you don't learn how to stack (do that)
Just listen to me, you gon' pass 'em up like that, ay (like that)
Quit hanging 'round them niggas, tell 'em you'll be right back (I'm gone)
Just listen to me, you gon' pass them niggas up like that (I'm gone)
Quit hanging 'round them niggas, tell 'em you'll be right back (I'm gone)
Just listen to me, you gon' pass them niggas up like that (gone)
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Double Standards
I really don't even need to hear certain shit, like
Really, you ain't gotta say nothing, just when you with me
Just play your role, that's all I ask, know what I'm saying?
(Hit-boy) Swear that's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (I can't)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em later on
Caught a bad one, I call her Ruby with the booty (Ruby)
She ain't even know me but she treat me like she knew me (damn)
Told me that she loved me, I believed her like a goofy (I love you)
I can't put my heart in bitches' hands, that shit spooky (shit scary)
Dear Ruby, sincerely yours, from Grizzley
F*ck you and any other bitch that I think iffy (f*ck 'em)
I see you on the 'Gram and you don't even feel guilty
I know I'm still living but that shit you did killed me (man shit killed me)
You texting niggas, I look at you like an opp (bitch you the opp)
Like, what you tryna get from them that I ain't got (what you want?)
I should've left you in the room like a thot (bitch)
Ain't even hit you from the back, I got on top
That's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (I can't)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em later on
Diamonds clear, days cloudy, heart so chilly
Gucci jacket in LA 'cause it get windy
I know I cheat, but when you cheat, that shit just different
I'ma let you go your way 'cause beating bitches just ain't in me
And being loyal just ain't in you, I understand though
I'ma jump on my IG, see what your friends on (what up?)
Get a bottle, catch a vibe with them bitches (yup)
'Cause they ain't real and you ain't real either, that's why you be with 'em
Swear that's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (no)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role (bitch)
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em later on
I'm straight on bitches (straight)
Can't let 'em play with me even though I play with bitches (I know)
But I'm a nigga, it's expected
Got everything you need and you don't get neglected, look
Niggas s'posed to have hoes, bitches s'posed to have one nigga
Don't love them other bitches, I'm just having fun with 'em (facts)
It's a different between main bitches and side bitches (facts)
And you know that you my main just how I vibe with you (facts)
But you know how this shit work 'cause you got side niggas (facts)
I respect you, so when you catch me up, I'm chilling for a week
Yeah, I'm ho free
After that, I'm back on bullshit, yeah, you know me
Been tryna do the same shit I do, that's just OD
Swear that's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight on bitches)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (I cant't)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role (just play your role)
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em, bitch
Really, you ain't gotta say nothing, just when you with me
Just play your role, that's all I ask, know what I'm saying?
(Hit-boy) Swear that's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (I can't)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em later on
Caught a bad one, I call her Ruby with the booty (Ruby)
She ain't even know me but she treat me like she knew me (damn)
Told me that she loved me, I believed her like a goofy (I love you)
I can't put my heart in bitches' hands, that shit spooky (shit scary)
Dear Ruby, sincerely yours, from Grizzley
F*ck you and any other bitch that I think iffy (f*ck 'em)
I see you on the 'Gram and you don't even feel guilty
I know I'm still living but that shit you did killed me (man shit killed me)
You texting niggas, I look at you like an opp (bitch you the opp)
Like, what you tryna get from them that I ain't got (what you want?)
I should've left you in the room like a thot (bitch)
Ain't even hit you from the back, I got on top
That's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (I can't)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em later on
Diamonds clear, days cloudy, heart so chilly
Gucci jacket in LA 'cause it get windy
I know I cheat, but when you cheat, that shit just different
I'ma let you go your way 'cause beating bitches just ain't in me
And being loyal just ain't in you, I understand though
I'ma jump on my IG, see what your friends on (what up?)
Get a bottle, catch a vibe with them bitches (yup)
'Cause they ain't real and you ain't real either, that's why you be with 'em
Swear that's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (no)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role (bitch)
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em later on
I'm straight on bitches (straight)
Can't let 'em play with me even though I play with bitches (I know)
But I'm a nigga, it's expected
Got everything you need and you don't get neglected, look
Niggas s'posed to have hoes, bitches s'posed to have one nigga
Don't love them other bitches, I'm just having fun with 'em (facts)
It's a different between main bitches and side bitches (facts)
And you know that you my main just how I vibe with you (facts)
But you know how this shit work 'cause you got side niggas (facts)
I respect you, so when you catch me up, I'm chilling for a week
Yeah, I'm ho free
After that, I'm back on bullshit, yeah, you know me
Been tryna do the same shit I do, that's just OD
Swear that's why I'm straight on hoes (I'm straight on bitches)
I got feelings, I can't let these bitches play with those (I cant't)
Ain't gotta tell me that you love me, just play your role (just play your role)
I know you got other niggas just like I got other bitches
But do like me and text 'em, bitch
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Daylight
(Hit-boy)
Ay, me and brody, we gon' stay tight (we locked in)
He'll do some shit for me in the daylight (in the daytime)
Make sure his name good (name good), make sure his face right (face right)
Make sure his people straight (people straight), make sure they pay right (they pay right)
We come from makin' sure ain't no cameras 'round (ain't no cameras 'round)
Buy a mansion now (yeah), we come from hand-me-downs (all that)
They couldn't stand us, they say we outstanding now (outstanding)
We used to watch for police, we watch our credit now
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold cards)
Duffel bag (duffel bag), made by Goyard
Can't get shit from Blank, bitch, he a shark, he ain't no loan shark
New crib got cameras, motion detectors, and sonar (yeah, all that)
Boy, get off our back, you can't control that (you can't control that, bitch)
Talkin' to the universe, I'm solar (I'm on some shit)
I can't go nowhere without my blower (yeah, I need my stick)
She suck me up from time to time, but I don't know her (I don't know that bitch)
In the club with a hundred, kept it low-key (kept it low-key)
Young as a student, but living like the dean (yeah)
Take this brick, get on your feet, you ain't get this shit from me (be quiet)
And watch how many times you serve 'em, they might OD (this strong)
Yeah, let 'em know that that shit pack a punch
Before school, I took my gun, I ain't never pack a lunch
Seen my enemies in prison, made 'em pack it up
Go talk to the guard, nigga, get off the yard, nigga (f*ck on, nigga)
Ay, me and brody, we gon' stay tight (we locked in)
He'll do some shit for me in the daylight (in the daytime)
Make sure his name good (name good), make sure his face right (face right)
Make sure his people straight (people straight), make sure they pay right (they pay right)
We come from makin' sure ain't no cameras 'round (ain't no cameras 'round)
Buy a mansion now (yeah), we come from hand-me-downs (all that)
They couldn't stand us, they say we outstanding now (outstanding)
We used to watch for police, we watch our credit now
Can't just be a big nigga (can't just be a big nigga)
Gotta be a big smooth nigga (gotta be a big smooth nigga)
I can take a bitch that use niggas
Show her some money, don't give her nothin'
She gon' be cool with it (she just want the vibe)
This that old school Chevy music (nah), nah
This that 2020 Caddy music (Longsleeve)
This that white mansion, f*ck her like that scene off of Belly music (Keisha)
Rich nigga jumpin' out the Benz, bustdown presi' music (we on that)
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold cards)
Duffel bag (duffel bag), made by Goyard
Can't get shit from Blank, bitch, he a shark, he ain't no loan shark
New crib got cameras, motion detectors, and sonar (yeah, all that)
Boy, get off our back, you can't control that (you can't control that, bitch)
Talkin' to the universe, I'm solar (I'm on some shit)
I can't go nowhere without my blower (yeah, I need my stick)
She suck me up from time to time, but I don't know her (that strong)
Ay, me and brody, we gon' stay tight (we locked in)
He'll do some shit for me in the daylight (in the daytime)
Make sure his name good (name good), make sure his face right (face right)
Make sure his people straight (people straight), make sure they pay right (they pay right)
We come from makin' sure ain't no cameras 'round (ain't no cameras 'round)
Buy a mansion now (yeah), we come from hand-me-downs (all that)
They couldn't stand us, they say we outstanding now (outstanding)
We used to watch for police, we watch our credit now
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold cards)
Duffel bag (duffel bag), made by Goyard
Can't get shit from Blank, bitch, he a shark, he ain't no loan shark
New crib got cameras, motion detectors, and sonar (yeah, all that)
Boy, get off our back, you can't control that (you can't control that, bitch)
Talkin' to the universe, I'm solar (I'm on some shit)
I can't go nowhere without my blower (yeah, I need my stick)
She suck me up from time to time, but I don't know her (I don't know that bitch)
In the club with a hundred, kept it low-key (kept it low-key)
Young as a student, but living like the dean (yeah)
Take this brick, get on your feet, you ain't get this shit from me (be quiet)
And watch how many times you serve 'em, they might OD (this strong)
Yeah, let 'em know that that shit pack a punch
Before school, I took my gun, I ain't never pack a lunch
Seen my enemies in prison, made 'em pack it up
Go talk to the guard, nigga, get off the yard, nigga (f*ck on, nigga)
Ay, me and brody, we gon' stay tight (we locked in)
He'll do some shit for me in the daylight (in the daytime)
Make sure his name good (name good), make sure his face right (face right)
Make sure his people straight (people straight), make sure they pay right (they pay right)
We come from makin' sure ain't no cameras 'round (ain't no cameras 'round)
Buy a mansion now (yeah), we come from hand-me-downs (all that)
They couldn't stand us, they say we outstanding now (outstanding)
We used to watch for police, we watch our credit now
Can't just be a big nigga (can't just be a big nigga)
Gotta be a big smooth nigga (gotta be a big smooth nigga)
I can take a bitch that use niggas
Show her some money, don't give her nothin'
She gon' be cool with it (she just want the vibe)
This that old school Chevy music (nah), nah
This that 2020 Caddy music (Longsleeve)
This that white mansion, f*ck her like that scene off of Belly music (Keisha)
Rich nigga jumpin' out the Benz, bustdown presi' music (we on that)
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold cards)
Duffel bag (duffel bag), made by Goyard
Can't get shit from Blank, bitch, he a shark, he ain't no loan shark
New crib got cameras, motion detectors, and sonar (yeah, all that)
Boy, get off our back, you can't control that (you can't control that, bitch)
Talkin' to the universe, I'm solar (I'm on some shit)
I can't go nowhere without my blower (yeah, I need my stick)
She suck me up from time to time, but I don't know her (that strong)
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Winning
Ay, winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
You from the trenches, you living, you winning (you winning)
You wake up and go and get it, you winning (you winning)
You tryna double your digits, you winning (you winning)
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning (you winning)
Ay, winning
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
I'm from the trenches, I'm living, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I'm from the trenches, I made it (made it)
That's crazy, it was so dangerous
But I wasn't scared and I wasn't hating
I was just dreaming, Glock with the laser
Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it
Then link with the bros in grandmama's basement
See what we made
He play with us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (bah)
Dog food, Fentanyl
First nigga in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg (skrrt-skrrt)
They don't like me on the other side
But I'm still getting money over there, I know they pissed off
I'm so surprised that I'm still alive
I gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin'
And I ain't get hit (nah)
That's how I know that I'm winning
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
You from the trenches, you living, you winning (you winning)
You wake up and go and get it, you winning (you winning)
You tryna double your digits, you winning (you winning)
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning (you winning)
Ay, winning
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
I'm from the trenches, I'm living, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning (I'm winning)
You need some tree, let me tell, blunt (yeah)
He send that shit to your mailbox
I'm eating chicken, don't f*ck with Tabasco
You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)
Free all my bros out them cell blocks (free 'em)
They coming home, causing hell, God
Get my boy right for a band, thought (yeah)
Run up on me, you's a dead guy
Bro called, said he need an M
I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten" (damn)
But you my brother, I got you (I got you)
We way beyond locked in (locked in)
Niggas saying free my lil' nigga (what?)
Them boys ain't never tap in (not once)
Right now, I ain't buying no jewelry
Corona made me miss too many backends (damn)
But when this shit open back up (open back up)
I'm going straight on my run (I'm going straight on my run)
Hit the ground, running it up (running it up)
Doing nothing but focusing up on
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (what else?)
Winning (what else?), Winning (what else?), Winning (what else?)
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
You from the trenches, you living, you winning (you winning)
You wake up and go and get it, you winning (you winning)
You tryna double your digits, you winning (you winning)
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning (you winning)
Ay, winning
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
I'm from the trenches, I'm living, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I'm from the trenches, I made it (made it)
That's crazy, it was so dangerous
But I wasn't scared and I wasn't hating
I was just dreaming, Glock with the laser
Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it
Then link with the bros in grandmama's basement
See what we made
He play with us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (bah)
Dog food, Fentanyl
First nigga in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg (skrrt-skrrt)
They don't like me on the other side
But I'm still getting money over there, I know they pissed off
I'm so surprised that I'm still alive
I gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin'
And I ain't get hit (nah)
That's how I know that I'm winning
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
You from the trenches, you living, you winning (you winning)
You wake up and go and get it, you winning (you winning)
You tryna double your digits, you winning (you winning)
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning (you winning)
Ay, winning
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning)
I'm from the trenches, I'm living, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winning (I'm winning)
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning (I'm winning)
You need some tree, let me tell, blunt (yeah)
He send that shit to your mailbox
I'm eating chicken, don't f*ck with Tabasco
You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)
Free all my bros out them cell blocks (free 'em)
They coming home, causing hell, God
Get my boy right for a band, thought (yeah)
Run up on me, you's a dead guy
Bro called, said he need an M
I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten" (damn)
But you my brother, I got you (I got you)
We way beyond locked in (locked in)
Niggas saying free my lil' nigga (what?)
Them boys ain't never tap in (not once)
Right now, I ain't buying no jewelry
Corona made me miss too many backends (damn)
But when this shit open back up (open back up)
I'm going straight on my run (I'm going straight on my run)
Hit the ground, running it up (running it up)
Doing nothing but focusing up on
Winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (winning), winning (what else?)
Winning (what else?), Winning (what else?), Winning (what else?)
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
Satish
Loved each other way more than we loved life
Was so close people thought we had a love life
We loved each other way more than we loved life
(Helluva made the beat baby)
Still do (aye, JB)
I used to be like "I don't need security" (street niggas)
I don't want these niggas thinking' that it's fearin' me (at all)
Told my driver "Be on point", he wasn't hearing' me
Them shots went off, I'm steady callin', you ain't answerin'
You scarin' me (hello?)
In my city if you winnin', you can't stay
They call bein' broke real, they call gettin' money fake
I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin' at my date
I gave you some food, why you still lookin' at my plate, nigga?
They say they love us, but that love might be hate
I can't really tell the different, salt and sugar look the same (it's tricky)
Look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake
Look how they tried to do me but got JB
Man that jealousy so real, man that hate so deep
Man that envy shit so real, you make it out the streets
You saw it wasn't me and still shot, what she do to you?
We was just winnin', now I'm cryin' at your funeral
But every tear I shed
Another thousand on your head, nigga (that's on my f*ckin' mama, nigga)
Now show your face and think I'm playin' nigga
Every tear I shed's another thousand on your head, boy (on my daddy gave)
Now show your face and think I'm playin'
Aye JB, I wish I was sittin' outside with you
And I was in that bank with you
You know your favorite rapper wouldn't have never let them guys get you
I would've shot 'em, left 'em dyin', leakin' in the street
Wouldn't have ran, would smoke the rest and watch that man go to sleep
And you think they came for her?
Man you know they came for me
They took my heart and my brains, niggas know that I can't think
How I'm playin' with these drugs, niggas know I'm like Tay Keith
Eye's bloodshot red, niggas know I ain't been sleep (I'm hurt out here)
But all these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep
All this anger inside make it hard to grieve
Aye, all this nicotine make it hard to breathe (make it hard to breathe)
All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep (make it hard to sleep)
They found a murder weapon, bro, it's got' be hard to beat (gon' be hard to beat)
First offer fifty years so it's hard to plea, aye (gon' be hard to plea)
If they do somethin' to us then they known for it
But if we do somethin' to them, then we run for it (we run)
F*ck that, if you take mines, I take yours homie
Then gon' pray to the Lord "Don't be hard on me" (please)
Yeah, you drop one, I drop four, homie
And be like "God, please don't be too hard on me" (please)
If we tear this bitch up, they gon' say I'm dead wrong
F*ck that, these niggas got my aunty with a headstone
Niggas tell me what they do like they smart as me
But they ain't take your heart from you, they took my heart from me (bitch)
I got one last person that wantin' more from me
Ready to kill whoever play with me or shorted me
I got your kids, I got Nanni, I got Nell too
I got your baby, Kee and Zi and Gabrielle too
I got your sister and your mommy and your fam' too
How the f*ck you gon' die on me? I can't stand you (damn)
I pray they do't go to jail, I want 'em dead
I'm just listenin' to the streets, hearin' everything they sayin'
I'm just waitin' on a name, I'm just prayin' that they say it
Give a f*ck if it's the Mayor, nigga, million on his head, aye, aye (whole ticket on his top)
Wish I can wake up and beat your ass
'Cause I was just tellin' you about the dreams I had
Aye, niggas snatch my heart on my chest, can't nobody replace it
Wouldn't have ever believed you was f*ckin' with your baby
"Make sure Tee good" is all I ever heard you sayin'
Tryna hold my head, I don't know if I'ma make it
This shit been eatin' me (eatin' me)
I don't know what you seen in me, but you believed in me (believed in me)
Tell them "Keep that fake love, let me grieve in peace" (f*ck that shit)
You drop mines, I drop yours, homie (I'll drop yours, nigga)
You drop one, I drop four, homie (I'm droppin' four, nigga)
Then be like "God, please don't be too hard on me" (please)
God please don't close the door on me (please)
Was so close people thought we had a love life
We loved each other way more than we loved life
(Helluva made the beat baby)
Still do (aye, JB)
I used to be like "I don't need security" (street niggas)
I don't want these niggas thinking' that it's fearin' me (at all)
Told my driver "Be on point", he wasn't hearing' me
Them shots went off, I'm steady callin', you ain't answerin'
You scarin' me (hello?)
In my city if you winnin', you can't stay
They call bein' broke real, they call gettin' money fake
I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin' at my date
I gave you some food, why you still lookin' at my plate, nigga?
They say they love us, but that love might be hate
I can't really tell the different, salt and sugar look the same (it's tricky)
Look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake
Look how they tried to do me but got JB
Man that jealousy so real, man that hate so deep
Man that envy shit so real, you make it out the streets
You saw it wasn't me and still shot, what she do to you?
We was just winnin', now I'm cryin' at your funeral
But every tear I shed
Another thousand on your head, nigga (that's on my f*ckin' mama, nigga)
Now show your face and think I'm playin' nigga
Every tear I shed's another thousand on your head, boy (on my daddy gave)
Now show your face and think I'm playin'
Aye JB, I wish I was sittin' outside with you
And I was in that bank with you
You know your favorite rapper wouldn't have never let them guys get you
I would've shot 'em, left 'em dyin', leakin' in the street
Wouldn't have ran, would smoke the rest and watch that man go to sleep
And you think they came for her?
Man you know they came for me
They took my heart and my brains, niggas know that I can't think
How I'm playin' with these drugs, niggas know I'm like Tay Keith
Eye's bloodshot red, niggas know I ain't been sleep (I'm hurt out here)
But all these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep
All this anger inside make it hard to grieve
Aye, all this nicotine make it hard to breathe (make it hard to breathe)
All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep (make it hard to sleep)
They found a murder weapon, bro, it's got' be hard to beat (gon' be hard to beat)
First offer fifty years so it's hard to plea, aye (gon' be hard to plea)
If they do somethin' to us then they known for it
But if we do somethin' to them, then we run for it (we run)
F*ck that, if you take mines, I take yours homie
Then gon' pray to the Lord "Don't be hard on me" (please)
Yeah, you drop one, I drop four, homie
And be like "God, please don't be too hard on me" (please)
If we tear this bitch up, they gon' say I'm dead wrong
F*ck that, these niggas got my aunty with a headstone
Niggas tell me what they do like they smart as me
But they ain't take your heart from you, they took my heart from me (bitch)
I got one last person that wantin' more from me
Ready to kill whoever play with me or shorted me
I got your kids, I got Nanni, I got Nell too
I got your baby, Kee and Zi and Gabrielle too
I got your sister and your mommy and your fam' too
How the f*ck you gon' die on me? I can't stand you (damn)
I pray they do't go to jail, I want 'em dead
I'm just listenin' to the streets, hearin' everything they sayin'
I'm just waitin' on a name, I'm just prayin' that they say it
Give a f*ck if it's the Mayor, nigga, million on his head, aye, aye (whole ticket on his top)
Wish I can wake up and beat your ass
'Cause I was just tellin' you about the dreams I had
Aye, niggas snatch my heart on my chest, can't nobody replace it
Wouldn't have ever believed you was f*ckin' with your baby
"Make sure Tee good" is all I ever heard you sayin'
Tryna hold my head, I don't know if I'ma make it
This shit been eatin' me (eatin' me)
I don't know what you seen in me, but you believed in me (believed in me)
Tell them "Keep that fake love, let me grieve in peace" (f*ck that shit)
You drop mines, I drop yours, homie (I'll drop yours, nigga)
You drop one, I drop four, homie (I'm droppin' four, nigga)
Then be like "God, please don't be too hard on me" (please)
God please don't close the door on me (please)
Writer: Martin Mccurtis, Terry Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr. Officer
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Y'all are killin' us
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (What if that was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (What if that was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (What if that was my uncle?)
What if they were all I had? (That was all I had)
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Y'all are killin' us
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother?
What if that was my dad?
What if that was my uncle?
What if that was all I had?
Y'all supposed to be the heroes though
You know, protect and serve, not takin' us off of the Earth
I see the police and it f*ck with my nerves
They pullin' me over, I'm showin' 'em both of my hands
And watchin' my words, I got insurance, no warrants
He pointin' his gun like he wanna blow it
Tell me why we gotta die? He went for his wallet, reach for a gun
You think that some shit he'd try? On a cop?
He can't breathe and you still chokin' him, man, why would he lie?
Your knee in his neck, you ain't gotta do all that
It's one against five, R.I.P.
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Mister Officer (yeah, ayy, yeah)
Y'all are killin' us
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (What if that was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (What if that was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (What if was my sister, yeah?)
What if that was all I had? (Ooh whoa, oh whoa)
They put that badge on and feel like they better than us (they do)
Right now it's seemin' like they job is to make it tragic for us (it is for sure)
Crazy part about it, it only happen to us (to us)
They brought us here against our will, now they ain't happy with us (huh?)
That's crazy
Now they talking 'bout be cool, no
Let people do what they do
I see a lot of people not sayin' nothin'
Like what if that shit was you, huh?
What if that was your brother? (Huh?)
What if that was your dad? (Huh?)
What if that was your son?
What if that was all you had? Huh?
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Mister Officer (whoa, oh whoa)
Y'all are killin' us (I don't wanna die, no)
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (That was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (That was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (That was my sister, yeah?)
What if that was all I had? (What if it was all I had?)
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Y'all are killin' us (y'all are killin' in us)
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (What if that was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (What if that was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (What if that was my uncle?)
What if that was all I had? (All I had)
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Y'all are killin' us
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (What if that was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (What if that was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (What if that was my uncle?)
What if they were all I had? (That was all I had)
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Y'all are killin' us
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother?
What if that was my dad?
What if that was my uncle?
What if that was all I had?
Y'all supposed to be the heroes though
You know, protect and serve, not takin' us off of the Earth
I see the police and it f*ck with my nerves
They pullin' me over, I'm showin' 'em both of my hands
And watchin' my words, I got insurance, no warrants
He pointin' his gun like he wanna blow it
Tell me why we gotta die? He went for his wallet, reach for a gun
You think that some shit he'd try? On a cop?
He can't breathe and you still chokin' him, man, why would he lie?
Your knee in his neck, you ain't gotta do all that
It's one against five, R.I.P.
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Mister Officer (yeah, ayy, yeah)
Y'all are killin' us
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (What if that was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (What if that was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (What if was my sister, yeah?)
What if that was all I had? (Ooh whoa, oh whoa)
They put that badge on and feel like they better than us (they do)
Right now it's seemin' like they job is to make it tragic for us (it is for sure)
Crazy part about it, it only happen to us (to us)
They brought us here against our will, now they ain't happy with us (huh?)
That's crazy
Now they talking 'bout be cool, no
Let people do what they do
I see a lot of people not sayin' nothin'
Like what if that shit was you, huh?
What if that was your brother? (Huh?)
What if that was your dad? (Huh?)
What if that was your son?
What if that was all you had? Huh?
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Mister Officer (whoa, oh whoa)
Y'all are killin' us (I don't wanna die, no)
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (That was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (That was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (That was my sister, yeah?)
What if that was all I had? (What if it was all I had?)
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Mister Officer (Mister Officer)
Y'all are killin' us (y'all are killin' in us)
Mister Officer
What if that was my brother? (What if that was my brother?)
What if that was my dad? (What if that was my dad?)
What if that was my uncle? (What if that was my uncle?)
What if that was all I had? (All I had)
Writer: Martin McCurtis, Terry Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Smartest is the third commercial mixtape by American rapper Tee Grizzley. It was released on June 19, 2020, via 300 Entertainment. The mixtape features guest appearances from Big Sean, Lil Baby, Lil Keed, Meek Mill, Queen Naija and members of Detroit Youth Choir. Production was handled by several record producers, including Hit-Boy, Avedon, Helluva, Mustard, P-Lo and Scott Storch.
The mixtape peaked at number 22 on the Billboard 200. It was promoted by two singles: "Satish" and "Mr. Officer".
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Tee GrizzleyThe mixtape peaked at number 22 on the Billboard 200. It was promoted by two singles: "Satish" and "Mr. Officer".
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 45:22
Released: June 19th, 2020
Year: 2020