YG - My Krazy Life Album Lyrics

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Momma Speech Intro

Keenon!
Keenon Daequan motherf*cking Jackson
I hope you ain't outside hanging with them gangbangers
You gon' end up in motherf*cking jail, like your damn daddy

 

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BPT

[Hook:]
Nigga I'm from BPT
West Side, West Side
TTP, what block, what block
400, Spruce Street
What y'all doin'?
Nigga kill off all beef

[Verse 1:]
I'm a Westside get brackin' in the back like what's happnin'
That 40 Glock snap like Insta, ain't no need for a caption
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage
I did my stuff like a young nigga, that's how I'm s'posed to handle it
'Hamad threw a right, duck, hit him with the left, bop-bop!
Two to the chin, bop! One to the chest
One to the ribs, the haymaker didn't connect
Dropped him but didn't stomp him cause that's disrespect, woo!
That's how I got put on
Tree Top Bompton, yeah I got put on
It was hard in the hood
I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood
I know Game from cedar block, Dom from the West
[?] and Pac [?]
Just got a call, the homies just got bust on
Niggas gotta go, we can't hold on

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I was in the county with lions, most of these rappers be lyin'
Cause when I seen 'em, they be quiet, the definition of silence
That's a principal of proof, the definition of logic
That this nigga is bitch, every chance he get he's dodgin'
I brought back this West Coast shit
And this the mothaf*ckin' thanks I get?
All the licks I split, from the houses I hit
They brought him more cases in jail but a nigga ain't snitch
That's how it's s'posed to go down
Held it down, didn't nobody else go down
Give you a blind date, have my bitch pick you up
Then have one of my Top members stick you up
I know Nipsey from 60, C-Hood from 10-4
Tiny Bone from 40 Crip, that's my kinfolk
My whole family tried to save me but it didn't work
Momma know I've been bangin' lately, nigga

 

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I Just Wanna Party

[Hook: YG]
Mama ain't raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
But I'll beat the f*ck out of a nigga

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm drunk off Hennessy
Hope I don't run into my enemies
That dark liquor give you energy
Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be
Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G
I'm back on that bullshit
But she ain't f*ckin' and that's bullshit
I can't die, I got too much to live for
I'm getting money, that's what niggas rob and kill for
F*cking with Tenisha and Keisha
But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon' whoop her ass
All my homies gangbangers
They dry their clothes on hangers
All these hoes f*ckin', but they don't wanna seem like a ho
So you gotta hit 'em on the low (hit em' on the D-Low!)
West side, get money gang
Socked the mouth for trippin', he lost his watch and earrings

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover stomp until the cops come
Silver satin get the job done
Money ain't everything, but still I'm rich
Money ain't everything, I'm still gon' crip
From Figueroa to Harv Side where we sock on lips
We break on jaws, niggas since VCR's, nigga
We hope out cars, nigga
I be groovin' 'til I die
Smokin' weed until I'm fried
I could sell a key to God
Pants saggin' with the Glock
I ain't wanna pick the box
All my homies gangbangers
We keep a thumb between our two fingers
We trippin' off the Henny
So don't let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Nigga, I'm from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic
Gang bang, slap a bitch
I ain't with the extras, I ain't got a stunt double
You ain't got no hands so they might let the gun touch you
Is you bangin' or you ballin', nigga?
You a fax machine, we can't call it, nigga
Everybody ain't a friend, reason why I keep a fo'
You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, nigga
She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it
And if she give me that back, bitch, I'ma break it
Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas'll chase it
She acting like she be nuttin', some bitches are fakin'
You fightin' to save many souls, know that you losin'
These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozin'
YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging?
Shouldn't have chunked his fingers up if he ain't bangin'
I'm sayin'...

[Hook]

[Outro]
But I'll beat the f*ck out of a bitch
Why you bullshitting?

 

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Left Right

Okay, okay, okay. Told her bust it open she said okay.
But what she wearin? Chanel & Dolce. How she want it?
Beat up like O.J. Skurt, Skurt on a bitch nigga.
How much time do you got for a rich nigga?
I need action while relaxin, and a bitch that knows gymnastics so
She can divide her legs on this dick like a fraction.
Right, Right, Left. Hit em with that Right, Left.
I got that best stroker, I don't need no pipe test.
My dick work girl, I don't need no mic check, no panties on I can see your pussy through that white dress.
I ain't trippin baby girl make that money, cus if I f*ck her right she just might give somethin to me, and better yet...
F*ck with me for better sex I know all the right spots to keep that punani wet.

Girl you know you look fine as hell right?
You know I'll buy you that Chanel right?
You know I'll f*ck you like I'm fresh outta of jail right?
And if you cheated on me I won't care right? (She make that ass go)
Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right (She make that ass go)
Right, Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right.

I'm a Pisces. She's a Taurus. She said she expensive. Well. I could afford it.
Never pay for it, but I could explore it, have your tongue out and legs cocked open like Jordan.
She just wanna... strip and make a million right?
So she could get rich and feed the children right?.
She ain't got no ass shots her shit real. Got her checkin in with me like I was a P.O.
I hate make-up, I hate broke hoes, I can't talk to you bitch I ain't SoSo.
Where the bad bitches at? Let me know doe, I can send this dick your way baby postal!
Is it Brittany? or Myiesha? Where the ghetto bitches at? Queesha and Syeeta?
She dancin for them dollas cus she don't know no betta, she from the hood so she know how to throw it back betta.

Girl you know you look fine as hell right?
You know I'll buy you that Chanel right?
You know I'll f*ck you like I'm fresh outta of jail right?
And if you cheated on me I won't care right? (She make that ass go)
Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right (She make that ass go)
Right, Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right.

Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, Right, Left, Right
Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, Right, Left, Right
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, Right, Left, Light
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right.

Girl you know you look fine as hell
You know I buy you that Chanel right?
You know I f*ck you like I'm fresh outta of jail right?
And if you cheated on me I won't care right? (She make that ass go)
Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right (She make that ass go)
Right, Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right.

Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, Right, Left, Right
Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, Right, Left, Right
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, Right, Left, Light
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right.

 

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Bicken Back Being Bool

[Hook]
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool

[Verse 1]
Pull up on the block like what
F*ck the police, niggas better call the SWAT
I ain't never played with the pot
I was in your house trying to find a spot to extend my knots
I went to jail for a flock, came home with a strike
You went to jail as a bitch, came home as a dyke
Nigga, yikes! I don't play that shit
Wifey like SEGA, I don't play that bitch
I'm a real Bompton nigga with a motherf*cking attitude
Walk up in the spot, you would think that a nigga mad at you
I was on the block chilling, homies, what's the mission?
Came back in a quickness, hoping there wasn't no witness
And they came back shooting, my homies went back shooting
Ain't nobody hittin' nothing, man this shit getting stupid
And my homies with the news so they grabbed that tool
This all started from a day of niggas bicken back being bool

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Verse 2, the sun come down
You know when the sun come down the guns come out
Click clack bow bow, bow bow bow bow bow
I used to rob niggas, that's probably why they try to rob my style
And karma is a motherf*cking biatch
You got your homie in jail, you sniatch
All in the court telling the judge who it is
Like a bitch when you get to the pen, niggas on your wick
Niggas be lurking, bitches be slurping
Niggas got caught up on them Nextel's chirpin
It's a must in the county, I ain't have no pagers
My bitch wouldn't come see me, I was in there masturbating
Smoking on a bigarette, eating a bowl of bereal
Niggas on the block selling O's like Cheerios

[Interlude]
Ey nigga, nigga, nigga, I got a whole zone right now
Like right now right now
Like what you trying to do right now?

[Hook]

[Interlude]
Meanwhile at a home invasion near you
These niggas was robbing your shit

 

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Meet The Flockers

[Verse 1: YG]
First, you find a house and scope it out
Find a Chinese neighborhood, cause they don't believe in bank accounts
Second, you find a crew and a driver, someone who ring the doorbell
And someone that ain't scared to do what it do
Third, you pull up at the spot
Park, watch, ring the doorbell and knock
Four, make sure nobody is home
They gone, okay it's on
Don't be scared, nigga, you're in now
If the police come you gonna find out who your friends now
That ain't them talking, that's your mind playing tricks on you
You're conscious cause you know you got nines with two clips on you
But f*ck that, motherf*ck that plasma
And f*ck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box
You tryna get paid?
Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson they'll give you cash back in the same day

[Hook: YG]
Meet the motherf*cking flockers
Make some noise if you've ever stole something in your life
Don't be ashamed, it's okay, baby
Make some noise if you've ever stole a dollar out your mama's purse
[?]

[Verse 2: Tee Cee]
Niggas don't know the history 'bout the fly
Put the flathead in the door
Pull it, make it go fly
Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks
That nigga in the car better be listening to that box
Ay, I ain't staking out shit, nigga
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe and ding dong ditch
Ain't a safe I can't crack, nigga, that's on Crip
I'm with my Pirus from Compton, we gon' pass and get rich
50 racks, three niggas, 65 a split
Let some weeks go by we at the dealership
I never took notes
Nigga I need the pink slip
Hit Icey, making up for my bullshit
Spent about ten cash
We jumped into the whip and did the whole dash
Deez-Lo my nigga, my nigga
Hit my first lick pass with my niggas

 

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My Nigga

I said that I'm a ride for my motherf*cking niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grinding outside, all day with my niggas
And I ain't going in, unless I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My motherf*cking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

First thing first, I love all of my niggas
This rap shit crack, then I involve my niggas
You looking for some lean, let me call my nigga
He sell it for the high, I need all my niggas
Some nigga smoke, smoke, some nigga drink, drink
Got niggas on the block with the glock they don't think
That's a nigga back up, they in the bucket lapped up
I got that act right if you niggas wanna act up
He talking like a snitch, no that ain't my nigga
He tripping off a bitch, no, that ain't my nigga
Take a nigga case, shit, that's my nigga
Know him since I was 8, yeah, that's my nigga
F*cked my first bitch passed her to my nigga
Hit my first lick pass with my nigga
F*ck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
I ride for my niggas, f*ck them other niggas

I said that I'm a ride for my motherf*cking niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grinding outside, all day with my niggas
And I ain't going in, unless I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (dope boys, my niggas)
My nigga, my nigga (YG, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (Rich Homie, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (It's the motherf*cking world)

You know I'm down with the niggas down for me
I got two words for you, love and loyalty
It's me and my nigga tripping on a half of bean
We used to hit up wall and buy everything we see
Me and my down ass nigga getting twisted
Nigga get to tripping knock the gravy, out your biscuit
Jay know I f*ck with you the long way, my nigga
So when I see you out I'm like hey, my nigga
Tried to act right, buy the case my niggas
Drink the act right and get straight with my niggas
Me and my nigga riding dirty, tryna chase them figures
Who got the yola? who got the yola? Don't matter, go figure

I said that I'm a ride for my motherf*cking niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grinding outside, all day with my niggas
And I ain't going in, unless I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (YG, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (Rich Homie, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)

My nigga sell cake, my nigga got weight
My nigga fronted me, he the reason I'm straight
My nigga got a hoe, my nigga got a lady
My nigga we eating, my nigga get a plate
And I'm still hittin' licks, my nigga, my nigga
Knock a nigga shit, my nigga, my nigga
I f*ck a nigga bitch with my nigga, my nigga
If a nigga talking shit then he ain't my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
YG my nigga and I ain't going in they
Tryna leave my nigga, shawty see me and wanna leave with a nigga
But it wasn't enough room 'cause I came with my niggas
My niggas, my niggas, I need a set of wings 'cause I'm too fly, nigga
And I'm all about my business like a suit and tie, nigga
I'll ride for my niggas believe that

I said that I'm a ride for my motherf*cking niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger
I been grinding outside, all day with my niggas
And I ain't going in, unless I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My motherf*cking niggas)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (My motherf*cking niggas)
My nigga, my nigga (My motherf*cking niggas)
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My motherf*cking niggas)
My nigga, my nigga (My motherf*cking niggas)

 

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Do It To Ya

[Hook: Teeflii]
Annie, girl, let's play house
And you can show me what that's 'bout
Girl, nobody beat the pussy up like me
Who you know that beat the pussy up like me?
Girl, I'm gonna lay you on your back
Bam-bam, beat it like that
I'm a do it to ya, do it to ya
I'm a do it to ya, if you, if you let me
Girl, I'll do it to ya, I'll do it to ya
Girl, I'll do it to ya, do it to ya
Eat it, beat it, bang like ah!

[Verse 1: YG]
I know you had a long day baby, I know!
The 9 to 5 shift probably seem like all day baby
You're 'bout your money so you're probably working overtime huh?
Cause that minimum wage just ain't enough
Long as your'e getting it, more power to ya
Make a nigga wanna be the guy to give it to ya
Long as you're not sitting up on your ass
That'll make a real man say hallelujah!
You got a son and you're raising him by yourself
You need a real one in your life
It ain't no probably, it's obvious that
Your baby daddy didn't do you right
I got a mama, girl I know how to treat a woman
I like dessert, girl I know to eat a woman
Lay with it, then play with it, I beat it up
I know I'm sinning but before I eat it I'll say my grace in it
What?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: YG]
I'm going down on you first
The real definition of down to earth
I ain't the one you ask to buy you a purse
I'm the one to make your insides hurt
From the back with your face in the pillow
From that position I know that you can only take a little
But missionary she can take the whole thang
It's so good I have her screaming out my government name
And she ain't never got to tell me how she want it
I'm a real one baby, I'm already knowing
She said her nigga's shit's weak
Cause he ain't make her nut and they was f*cking 'til the morning
You know it fire when she's telling you to nut in her
But I'm a nigga, I'm thinking something up with her
I know the homies might think a nigga's krazy
But you could f*ck around and have my first baby
What?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I said face down ass up
That's the way we likes to f*ck
Do my dirt on the low
That's the way shit's 'sposed to go

But I be tryna hit it right at the wrong time
I said it's yours, you say it's mine, Shit we both lying
We both tryna 69 and some more time
My girl tryna FaceTime hitting both lines

[Skit:]
[Girl:] Oww you f*ck me better than my nigga! [x2]
[YG:] Yea Bitch!
[Girl:] I'm cumin aw f*ck I'm cumin! [x2]
[YG:] Cum then Bitch!
[Girl:] Nigga Damn
[YG:] I'm Cummin
[Girl:] Wait Wait don't take it out put it back in
[YG:] Yea Bitch
[Girl:] why you stop
[YG:] Shit. you know you hear my bitch callin me
[Girl:] f*ck dat bitch I want some dick
[YG:] Hold on Hold On hello
[Narrator:] (Mean while why YG's f*ckin his side bitch, His main bitch was creepin on the low)
[YG:] She was with who?
[Narrator:] "typical nigga shit"

 

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Me & My Bitch

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Used to have a girlfriend
Now all I got is hoes
Just looking for a down girl
But she was f*ckin on the low

[Verse 1: YG]
Hair done, nails did, caramel complexion
Pussy stayed wet like she was mixed with Mexican
Love I invested in, Trust I invested in
So if she wasn't f*cking with me I was stressing it
Wasn't no questioning, pussy was mine
Wasn't no questioning, Bonnie and Clyde
Still living in my momma house, but I let her move in
Momma thought I was tricking
But really I was just choosin', that was my bitch
I was claiming her when we was f*cking
My bitch, wasn't using condoms no nothing
I was in love, she came first before my homies
Like f*ck it, I'm 'bout to get your name tatted on me

[Hook]

[Bridge: Tory Lanez]
And that was me and my bitch
Knowin that these hoes ain't shit
Me and my bitch
Cause nigga ridin' on that Westside shit

[Verse 2: YG]
Damn, I caught the bitch cheating
Damn, she was with him last weekend
What you mean you gon' call right back?
What you mean you ain't got time like that?
She f*cked the nigga I knew
Ain't really f*cked with his crew
I did a song with his brother
And she f*cked with him too
All that shit she was talking
She wasn't really 'bout it
And it made it even worse
When my homie told me 'bout it
I gave you your swag, told you to dress like that
I hit your spot, made you say "yes!" like that
And they ask me why I trust no bitch
Cause my ex had me feeling all embarrassed and shit

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: YG]
Now she tryna get me back tho
I had her sneakin, creepin through the back door
I was horny, I just wanted to f*ck
I bust a nut in ten minutes I was in a rush
Reality, I hit it and she sad now
She pregnant, she know I coulda been a dad now
She text me like "I love you"
I text her back like "f*ck you"
I looked down and looked up
Her best friend ain't shit cause my best friend hooked em up
But she know a nigga rich now
She text me like "I'm stylin"
She just wanna be my bitch now

[Hook]

 

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Who Do You Love

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm that nigga with the plugs
I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm the nigga on the back street
With the fire heat, niggas better run like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
Uh, you that nigga on the low-low
You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
Niggas can't afford these
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
I call my homie's not 9-11
I'm the nigga with the juice
But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did

[Hook: YG]
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?

[Verse 2: Drake]
I got a shorty name Texas and
She got a buddy name OJB and now you know the deal
We turnt up in the studio late night
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through
Eatin' crab out in Malibu with no boo
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
Did the model, took a flight to the golden state
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Young money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
I'm a crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big

[Hook x2: YG]

 

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Really Be (Smokin' N Drinkin')

[Verse 1: YG]
I woke up this morning, I had a boner
I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner
I be going through shit, losin' bitches and homies
If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless
My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough
If ain't bringin' home that money, my whole family is f*cked
I swear I move like the mob, I'm watchin' movies too much
If niggas want it, you're dead, what would you suggest?
They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs
Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love?
I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun
I stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lung
Had him on life support, where's the family support?
He knew who shot him, but he ain't even show up in court
Yeah, that's a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, nigga
The homie popped him so I hope he don't kill me, nigga

[Hook x2: YG]
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

[Verse 2: YG]
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I f*cked, when, how and where
You ain't my main bitch so why the f*ck do you care
That's why bitches get f*cked, then turn around and get left
Somebody need to teach them less talk, more sex
I'm pressed when I'm stressed, my granny tell me I'm blessed
Well, why the f*ck do Jesus Christ got me goin' through this shit?
Everybody need favors, what happens if I go broke?
Or say I ain't got it, then buy my lolo some new spokes
Right up in your fake setup, f*ck you up like some mace
So f*ck your handout, give a young nigga some space
Give a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt that's laced
Sprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my face
The snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his case
Holy shit, oh lawd, where is the world today?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
I smoke this industry shit, to me it's one big ass lick
I walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R nigga strip
Tell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been known Section 8
I've been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake
Meanwhile I'm grindin' cause drug money ain't like rap money
Four white kilo snow bunny, equal one whole show, dummy
I'm on this tour bus and I'm f*cked up, I got a bad call, they killed Braze
They killed Chad my big homie Pup
Puppy eyes in my face, bro, and I've really been drinkin'
Why the f*ck I've really been smokin'?
What the f*ck, I'm the sober one
When I'm so stressed out I can't focus
Hideout when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out
Speed past in the Cut-lass-me and little Ocho
And we young nigga hop out
2 tears in a bucket, I feel like f*ck it
That's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know
All alone, but I'm out here though
Call my troops like vamonos
I'm on this tour bus and I'm f*cked up
I got a bad call, and it's all bad
Of OG with my OG and some OE, but the tall glass

[Hook]

 

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1Am

[Verse 1]
It was 1 in the mornin' and I was up yawnin'
Moms asked where I'm goin', to the hood if you ain't knowin'
Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me
I was out the house, ASAP Rocky
And it wasn't cause she couldn't control us
We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us
And we ain't get disciplined, her friend started whisperin'
About how she was a bad mama, mama said "f*ck 'em then"
I was in the streets stylin', nobody could tell me nothin'
Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin
I was buzzin'
F*ckin' all these hoes wearing no condoms, no nothin'
I used to ditch school when the homie had the Chevy
I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

[Hook]
But now I'm rollin' on dubs
How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?
Now I'm rollin' on dubs
How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?
All these hoes showin' love
How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?
All these hoes showin' love
How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?

[Verse 2]
SKKKRRRT, I was on a mission
On a mission to the money, sun down till it sunny
Know my family love me
Ridin' in the car with two niggas and a pistol
This ain't funny, I do it all for the money, hold up
Slowly as I pull up to the donut stand, I already know the plan
Hop out and get on your mans and take what he got
Go through pockets, wallets and socks, dig all the knots
It's a stick-up, phone ring, it's my mama
In the middle of some drama, so I don't pick up
Thinking I gotta get my shit up, I gotta pick my bitch up
Let's hurry up and leave, I feel the police near us
So we left with a thousand dollars cash
It was me and my nigga, so you know I went half
Then shit get real when niggas get greedy
Pop, pop, pop, pow, that's when he leave me

 

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Thank God (Interlude)

[Verse 1:]
All my life,
Ones say they love you, wanna make you cry
Say never leave you, o-oh how they fly
Gave up my loyalty and paid the price
Got me asking why these people wrong you, but you done them right
They giving up and all you do is fight
You sacrificing, you would even die
And I thank God for never leaving me alone even when I'm on my own
Won't break, I'm standing strong
And I thank God for showing the road to go
When I'm weak and feeling low, built tough, but never show

[Verse 2:]
Sorry, Ms.Jackson, I hate to call in this fashion
I understand it's late and you work harder than average
Plus I'm knowing that you and your son have been clashing
But Keenon called and told me to tell you what happened
He hit a lick with his homies, his homies switched it on him
They spent the money, he got greedy and put the pistol on him
Shots fired from both sides, but nobody died
I thank God he survived and got out alive
But this gon' hurt you to hear
Keenon went to jail, might be facing some years
Police say it's evidence he broke into someone's residence
The neighbors say they witnessed it and plus they found fingerprints
They say the bail like 50 thou
But it's gon' be like 5 thousand to get him out
Man, I told him not to f*ck with them niggas
I'm sorry, I don't mean to curse, but I just never trust 'em at all
And he up in the pound, my dawg
And his girl ain't accepting his call
Can't let him fight the charge in his cell, he didn't bail on me
I got 2, we just need the other 3, fight the case on his feet

 

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Sorry Momma

[Verse 1: YG]
Momma said I ain't acting like her son
Cause I'm getting money Momma, you ain't giving me none
You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow
So get used to the things that I'm doing for dollars
You said: "Boy, you better watch your back
Your pops in jail, remember that"
Momma it get like that
You said: "Don't call me for no bail money"
Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me
You said: "Keenon, keep that bitch out my house"
I said I'm 18
You said: "This your place?" Nah, this is Section 8
Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful nigga"
Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya
"You gon' treat me like this? And you know I have seizures
You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers"
Damn, now I'm feeling less than a man
Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand
I'm sorry momma...

[Hook: Ty Dolla Sign]
I'm sorry momma
Let me take some weight off your shoulders
I'm singing to momma
You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over

[Verse 2: YG]
I'm sorry momma, I know I ain't shit
I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick
Your last dollars...
Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse
(What?) yeah, I know it hurts
I remember days we used to go to church
I used to fall asleep, that shit used to work your nerves
I remember when you had surgery
In a wheelchair hooked to IV's that hurt me
You're like Superwoman in my eyes
You do a lot to be blind out of one eye
But you ain't let that hold you back
You wheeled on your marathon and run your laps
I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you
I know that ain't the type of things your son should do
You gave birth to me, I love you and thank you
Just know you're well-appreciated

[Hook]