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Believer – Imagine Dragons lyrics

Lyrics Imagine Dragons  – Believer

First things first
I’ma say all the words inside my head
I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been, ohhh-ooh
The way that things have been, ohhh-ooh
Second thing second
Don’t you tell me what you think that I can be
I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-oohhh.(believer)

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Write down my poems for the few
That looked at me took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heart ache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the..

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believeeer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believeeer, believeeer
Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my God, they came from..
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believeeer, believeeer.

Third things third
Send a prayer to the ones up above
All the hate that you’ve heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh
Your spirit up above, oh-oohhh.

I was choking in the crowd
Living my brain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like..

Pain!
You made me a.. you made me a believer, believeeer
Pain!
You break me down, you built me up, believeeer, believeeer
Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my God, they came from…
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believeeer, believeeer.

Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You’re the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-oooh
The blood in my veins, oh-ooooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like..

Pain!
You made me a.. you made me a believer, believeeer
Pain!
You break me down, you built me up, believeeer, believeeer
Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my God, they came from…
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believeeer, believerrr.
Imagine Dragons lyrics
Video Imagine Dragons

Emeli Sande – Highs & Lows

We don’t have a plan
Just pack your bags and run as fast as we can
We hold the future in the palm of our hands
I know you hear me, but do you understand

Yeah, we’ve been making a scene
I’ll keep on singing while you shake tamberine
Whether we’re broke, whether we’re living the dream
I see you laughing but you know what I mean

I’m talking about the highs
I’m talking about the lows
I’m sticking by your side
No way I’m letting go
I’m talking about forever, baby
I’m giving you forever, baby, it’s yours
I’m talking about the highs
I’m talking about the lows

When we’re gray and we’re old
And we run out of all the silver and gold
Will you still wanna be my someone to hold
See, I would tell you but you already know

I’m talking about the highs
I’m talking about the lows
I’m sticking by your side
No way I’m letting go
I’m talking about forever, baby
I’m giving you forever, baby, it’s yours
I’m talking about the highs
I’m talking about the lows

I’m certain that there’s no other
It’s banging in my heart like thunder
I know that I was made to love you
No way I’m letting go

I’ll be there for the highs
I’ll be there through the lows
I’m staying by your side
No way I’m letting go

I’m talking about the highs
I’m talking about the lows
I’m sticking by your side
No way I’m letting go
I’m talking about forever, baby
I’m giving you forever, baby, it’s yours
I’m talking about the highs
I’m talking about the lows

AFI – Aurelia

Aurelia, the new wolves await
Aurelia, they brought you new chains
They’re barking in the wrong key
They’re barking in the wrong key
They’re barking in the wrong key
And you sing along

Aurelia, dream animals’ wills are real
Enough to make the slow kill
They’re barking in the wrong key
They’re barking in the wrong key
They’re barking in the wrong key
And you sing along

Can you see at night?
We can see at night
And we’re barking in the wrong key
And you sing along

Robin Schulz, David Guetta & Cheat Codes – Shed A Light

Why are you keeping me at a distance?
All that I’m asking for is forgiveness
Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again?
I keep on staring up at the ceiling
Waiting for you to give me some kind of reason
Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again?

And I know you don’t owe me your love
And I know that you don’t owe me nothing at all
Ain’t no way I’m giving up on you

Don’t leave me here in the dark when it’s hard to see
Show me your heart, shed a light on me
If you love me, say so, if you love me, say so
You know I can’t live without you, I’m on my knees
Where are you now? Shed a light on me
If you love me, say so, if you love me, say so

Why when I call, you never answer?
I’ll try to talk, you keep on dancing
I can feel you on my skin, but am I only dancing with the wind?

And I know you don’t owe me your love
And I know that you don’t owe me nothing at all
Ain’t no way I’m giving up on you

Don’t leave me here in the dark when it’s hard to see
Show me your heart, shed a light on me
If you love me, say so, if you love me, say so
If you love me, say something
You know I can’t live without you, I’m on my knees
Where are you now? Shed a light on me
If you love me, say so, if you love me, say so

Shed a light, shed a light on me
Shed a light, shed a light on me
Don’t leave me here in the dark when it’s hard to see
Show me your heart, shed a light on me
If you love me, say so, if you love me, say so

Taylor Gang – Brand New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done, Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop
Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Big Sean – Moves (On Ellen) (Live)

[Intro]
Yeah
Sex game had her ass blowing me up (brrr)
Sex game had her ass texting me up
Yeah
Whoa

[Hook]
I got the moves
I got the moves
I’m making moves
You gotta move (you gotta move)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (like whoa)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I’m making moves)
I got the moves (I got the moves)
I’m making moves (I’m making moves)
You gotta move (you gotta)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (l do)
I make the city move (I do)

[Verse]
Look, give me the ball and I will have to pass it
I ain’t passing out until I’m asthma attacking
I take a plan and then I back to back it
Hit after hit, check the batting average
I take the work, flip it, acrobatic
Got a little time and a lot of talent
Do a little talking and a lot of action
Seen the competition, hmm.. not a challenge
I lean, I move, I walk through in this bitch
Packed out but I can count on my hands
Who I’mma talk to in this bitch
Girl’s from law school in this bitch
Yeah, they Paralegals, barely 21
That’s very legal, but they doing shit that’s probably barely legal
Awe man
It’s that nigga that you probably least expected
I just had a couple dots that need connecting
Now your top 5 getting redirected
From here on out it’ll be consecutive
We making moves like Tarantino, like J.J. Abrams
Moving like Channing Tatum
Moving like Jason Statham
Motherfuck the whole industry
Half of these niggas my mini-me’s
I got this bitch going off more than breaking and entering
You hot for a minute, me
I make the shit that last for infinity
Hop in the booth, man that shit like a gym to me
Don’t test the agility
Silly, silly, thinking that the negativity you talking could ever fuck up the tranquility
Okay, okay, okay, I’m on Rodeo for the day
If you owe me then you better pay your layaway, away
Stay away, or your ass might get K.O., kay today
Man that "pew! pew!" hit your ass from like way, oh ways, away

[Hook]
I got the moves
I got the moves (whoa)
I’m making moves
You gotta move (you gotta move)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (like whoa)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I’m making moves)
I got the moves ( I got the moves)
I’m making moves (I’m making moves)
You gotta move (you gotta)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (I do)
I make the city move (yeah I do)

[Outro]
Look, I’m a don, I’m a don, I’m a don (don)
I gave my whole family jobs and I take care of my mom
Me and my girl been through so much, that’s my partner in crime
Touch any of the above, now you’re harder to find
Gone

Sturgill Simpson – Call To Arms (On SNL) (Live)

I done Syria, Afganistan, Iraq, and Iran
North Korea tell me where does it end
Well the bodies keep piling up with every day
How many more of em they gonna send

Well they send their sons and daughters off to die
For some oil
To control the heroin
Well son I hope you don’t grow up
Believing that you’ve got to be a puppet to be a man

Well they cut off your hair and put a badge on your arm
Strip you of your identity
Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line
Meet your maker over seas

Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat
While your grandma’s selling pills stat
Meanwhile, I’m wearing my ‘can’t pay my fucking bills’ hat

Nobody’s looking up to care about a drone
All too busy looking down at our phone
Our ego’s begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively until our eyes start to bleed
They serve up distractions and we eat them with fries
Until the bombs fall out of our fucking skies

Turn off the TV
Turn off the news
Nothing to see here
They’re serving the blues
Bullshit on my TV
Bullshit on my radio
Hollywood telling me how to be me
The bullshit’s got to go

Section Boyz – Lock Arff (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)

Yo, what them know about lock arff?
Wah? Road get lock arff
Face get chop arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Everyting lock arff
What them know about lock arff?
Ayo likkle man
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Rifle a pop arff
‘Nough gyal get wuk arff
Unnu take unnu top arff
This about fi get lock arff
Man, war is war
Bro got the keys for the cyar
Bro got the sweets for the star
Man a rise and pop arff
Man’s champy get buss arff
That’s a shutdown lock arff
Man’s side road block arff
Man’ll knock your block arff
Bro took that top arff
There ain’t no time for no stop arffs
Mad brassiere get pop arff
Man a rise and pop arff
Fuck what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a bird
Amni’s coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock arff
Long nose ting with the two shells
You can see the front bit bruck arff
Still up in the streets, still up in the pay
No rave tryna make papers
Still up on my knees before I do street
And pray God make some changes
But I see them haters hating
And tell a man fuck arff
And I ring trap when I do road
I don’t need top up
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Everyting lock arff
Trap line pop arff
Funny boy, haha
She give me hmm now, uh uh
Gyal’s always tun so tun it
Before the man run arff
Phone ish matic for the matic
Everything lock arff
120 on the modes
In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car
Do it for my brother or mama
My white friend said that it’s pucker
Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker
I ain’t into kissing, she could be a yucker
Talking to me? Better talk to me proper
Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner
In the trap with some young guns
Since young, been a wild bunch
Dum dums and shotgun
Big rack, she a hot one
Feds at the door, I’m on the third floor
Balcony, had to hop arff
Smoke ‘nough ganja like a Rasta
Phone kill like E. Honda
Bread more tryna make that butter
M10, no squeeze, make it stutter
Two shots from the dots, that’s dumb and dumber
High road get lock arff
Do it, then run arff
Hit it from the back, then I run arff
Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
You already know I’m a shotta
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Man’ll get everyting locked, shots
Everyting pop, brick
Block down blocks
Gyal with the belly ring top
She like semis and Glocks
Stepped in there, any man watch
Section plus twenty man, what?
Take a man’s Timbs, my man tell a man what
Man’ll get everyting locked
Everyting locked, locked off
Movies, send a man in
T-house, send a man shop
Groupies send a man tings
Big acts send a man blocks
Two keys get a man robbed
Two keys get a man singed
2ps, chips in a box
Movies, clips, man watch
Doobies lit
Do by spit getting rocked
Man are real Don Dada
Old school like ragga
Man, I need them pounds and dollar
Run through green light, grasshopper
Gyal with the big breasts and the backa
Wan’ come get the room ram or the dagger
Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka
When we do road, man haffi move proper
Everyting lit, every day lock arff
We getting lit, champagne pop arff
Still up in the bits, tryna get guala
Skank ting pop and them man runner
Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka
Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper
Talk to the feds, got ‘nough man lock arff
Free TK, TY and RockOff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff

Noah Cyrus – Make Me (Cry) (feat. Labrinth) (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Chorus: Noah Cyrus & Labrinth & (Both)]
I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
(‘Cause all you ever do is make me)

[Verse 1: Noah Cyrus & Labrinth]
Gave you up ’bout 21 times
Felt those lips tell me 21 lies (yeah)
You’ll be the death of me
Sage advice
Love, lovin’ you could make Jesus cry

[Pre-Chorus: Noah Cyrus & Labrinth]
When I’m here you’re sayin’ "darlin’
Your kiss is like an antidote"
I’m fightin’ like I’m Ali
But you got me on the ropes

[Chorus: Both]
I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
Cause all you ever do is make me…

[Verse 2: Noah Cyrus & Labrinth]
Couldn’t hear the thunder
But I heard your heart race
Couldn’t see the rain
We’re too busy makin’ hurricanes (yeah)
Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way
But it gets hard, when you ain’t here makin’ me crazy

[Pre-Chorus: Noah Cyrus & Labrinth]
Baby, say the word, darlin’
You know just how to hold the sucker down
So I see you in the morning
I can’t watch you walk out

[Chorus: Both]
I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
Cause all you ever do is make me

[Post-Chorus: Labrinth]
Cry
Cry
Cry

[Bridge: Noah Cyrus & Labrinth]
Hear the thunder
See the rain
Yeah
Keep on makin’ me cry
Yeah
Hey, hey yeah
Keep makin’ me scream and holler
Keep on makin’ me cry
You don’t know what you do to me
Hey, hey yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Both]
I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
Cause all you ever do is make me

NF – How Could You Leave Us

How could you leave us so unexpected?
We were waiting, we were waiting
For you but you just left us
We needed you, I needed you
Yo, I don’t know what it’s like to be addicted to pills
But I do know what it’s like to be a witness it kills
Mama told me she love me, I’m thinking this isn’t real
I think of you when I get a whiff of that cigarette smell, yeah
Welcome to the bottom of hell
They say pain is a prison, let me out of my cell
You say you proud of me, but you don’t know me that well
Sit in my room, tears running down my face and I yell
Into my pillowcases, you say you coming to get us
Then call ’em a minute later just to tell us you not, I’m humiliated
I’m in a room with a parent that I don’t barely know
Some lady in the corner watching us, while she taking notes
I don’t get it mom, don’t you want to watch your babies grow?
I guess that pills are more important, all you have to say is no
But you won’t do it will you? You gon’ keep popping ’til those pills kill you
I know you gone but I can still feel you
Why would you leave us? Why would you leave us here?
How could you leave us here?
How would you leave us? Why would you leave us?
Oh, Hey
I got this picture in my room and it kills me
But I don’t need a picture of my mom, I need the real thing
Now a relationship is something we won’t ever have
Why do I feel like I lost something that I never had?
You shoulda been there when I graduated
Told me you love me and congratulations
Instead you left us at the window waiting
Where you at mom? We’re too young to understand where you at huh?
Yeah, I know those drugs got you held captive
I can see it in your eyes, they got your mind captured
Some say it’s fun to get the high but I am not laughing
What you don’t realise and what you not grasping
That I was nothing but a kid who couldn’t understand
I ain’t gon’ say that I forgive you cause it hasn’t happened
I thought that maybe I feel better as time passes
If you really cared for me, then where you at then?
Why would you leave us? Why would you leave us?
How could you leave us here?
How would you leave us? Why would you leave us?
Hey
Our last conversation, you were sat in the living room
Talking ’bout my music and I brought you something to listen to
You started crying, telling me this isn’t you
Couple weeks later, guess you were singing a different tune
You took them pills for the last time, didn’t you?
They took you from us once, guess they came back to finish you
Crying my eyes out in the studio is difficult
Music is the only place that I can go to speak to you
Took me everything inside of me to not scream at your funeral
Sitting in my chair, that person talking was pitiful
I wish you were here mama but every time I picture you
All I feel is pain, I hate the way I remember you
They found you on the floor, I could tell that you felt hallow
Gave everything you had plus your life to them pill bottles
You gave everything you had plus your life to them pill bottles
Don’t know if you hear me or not, but if you still watching ma
Why would you leave us? Why would you leave us?
How could you leave us here?
How would you leave us? Why would you leave us?
Hey

Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello – Bad Things (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Nothing’s that bad
If it feels good
So you come back
Like I knew you would
And we’re both wild
And the night’s young
And you’re my drug
Breathe you in ’til my face numb
Drop it down to that bass drum
I got what you dream about
Nails scratchin’ my back tatt
Eyes closed while you scream out
And you keep me in with those hips
While my teeth sink in those lips
While your body’s giving me life
And you suffocate in my kiss
Then you said

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
I can’t explain it
I love the pain
And I love the way your breath
Numbs me like novacaine
And we are
Always high
Keep it strange
Okay, yeah, I’m insane
But you the same
Let me paint the picture
Couch by the kitchen
Nothin’ but your heels on
Losin’ our religion
You’re my pretty little vixen
And I’m the voice inside your head
That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say
And you said

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
The way we love, is so unique
And when we touch, I’m shivering
And no one has to get it
Just you and me
Cause we’re just living
Between the sheets

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello]
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

Mac DeMarco – My Old Man

[Verse 1]
Look in the mirror
Who do you see?
Someone familiar
But surely not me
Before he can’t be me
Look how old and cold and tired and lonely he’s become
Not until you see
There’s a price tag hanging off of half of all that fun

[Chorus]
Uh-oh, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me
Oh no, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me

[Verse 2]
Walk on the outside, holding her hand
Someone familiar, her and her man
But it just can’t be
Look at all the steps that brought you where you are today
Not until you see
As a heart grows stronger, sometimes love is pushed away

[Chorus]
Uh-oh, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me
Oh no, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me

[Outro]
Uh-oh, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me
Oh no, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me

Lisa Hannigan – Undertow

I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away.
I want to float
On every word you say.

I want to be underneath your weather,
Every could and ray of sun,
I want to float
In between every one.

I want to sink down like a stone.
You never lost me you never broke.
I want to be adrift on your radio.
On take me under, take me home.

I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow.
I want to float
Everywhere I go.

I want to sink down like a stone.
You never lost me you never broke.
I want to be adrift on your radio.
On take me under, take me home.

Drake & Giggs – Whippin’ Excursion (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)

[Intro]
(Beam me up Scotty)

[Verse]
Whippin’ excursion
Oh shit, I’ve gotta pick up that person
In the trap house, whipping that work and
You’re not a gangster, you’re just an internet version
Whippin’ that wurzel
You know me, I’ve got the littlest circle
Mrs in the crib, you know I’m keeping that fertile
We don’t take pictures, you know I’m keeping that personal
White so clean, you know I’m flipping that Persil
Soon be the million dollar man, like I’m living with Virgil
Real shit, seen a little rehearsal
Big gun like Rick, it’s like I’m living with Hershel
Gangster, gangster
I’m with Lisa and Jackie, grab Samantha
Little bit of Drake and brang that Sampha
I’m the darkest, rap Black Panther
Man don’t powder, and I doubt man pamper
Man are real badman, unnu dat man stand for
I’m in an HSB, I went and bucked one banker
A lot of man play Ken, but man ah badman Blanka
Grab it and swerve it, turn it, grab it and burn it
Banging that Kermit, you gotta grab it and firm it
Banging that German whip, slanging that Sherman
If man has to burn then fuck it, I’m grabbing that burner
I just linked up with Buck and I’m with Alex in Berlin
Gravity surfing, cavities hurting
Man of no mercy, man have been murking
Man are just actors, man are rehearsing
And man was all talking
Now man are reverting
And now man are converting

Lil Boosie – Crabs In A Bucket

Don’t let nobody stop you, just believe in yourself
They be trying to hold you back cause the niggers is jealous
Everybody no talk about crabs n a bucket
Speak your mind if you feeling something

They try to get me for real, they try to get me
Try to take me out the zone, and do a nigga like 50
All I do is spread love, how you niggas is shifty
Bitch I came out thugging, see you niggas is greedy
Just believe in yourself, keep your plan in your mind
Cause nobody believe until you show them the grind
Everybody wanna sleep on your dreams and goals
Till you show you got money that’s a lame ass role
But it’s life you’re lucky if your parents believe
They want you be [?] way, change the feelings you deceive them
Turn people want they best as you get happy
Those are ones the true friends, niggas hate so badly
Black people only raise a lot of haters
A nigga ain’t loyal
Black man killing blacks over money and oil
Blacks and say black cause nobody loyal
Only guns in the hood, people live in turmoil
You feel me?

Don’t let nobody stop you, just believe in yourself
They be trying to hold you back cause the niggers is jealous
Everybody no talk about crabs n a bucket
Speak your mind if you feeling something

Really, how you feel, why these niggas is liars
Pimps and drug dealers, all them niggas is liars
Niggas come from the hood, and the niggas exhale
Never left where he came from, he tryin to make it in hell
Every day another nigga down, going to jail
He an addict this time, little niggas is frail
No love as babies, never hold by they mama
Mama was a crack user, she ain’t have no conscience
You was sleeping on the floor, you ain’t have no house
Even sleeping outside, cause moms put you out
That shit turns your heart cold, but you gotta forgive ’em
Ain’t nobody —- just keep living
Ain’t nobody perfect, just keep living
Hurts my heart to say that
We all play different cards, how you deal them
Don’t never give up man, follow your vision
Use the same — God damn it
I just wanna tell the real from my heart, man

Use the same determination that you do drug dealing
And do that for life living
2 love not one love, cause it’s both of us

Don’t nobody stop you, just believe in yourself
They be trying to hold you back cause the niggas is jealous
Everybody no talk about crabs n a bucket
Speak your mind if you feeling something

Don’t nobody stop you, just believe in yourself
(Man this shit so deep for me, I can’t really talk)

Don’t nobody stop you, just believe in yourself
They be trying to hold you back cause the niggas is jealous
Everybody no talk about crabs n a bucket
Speak your mind if you feeling something

Bob Dylan – I Could Have Told You

[Verse 1]
I could have told you
She’d hurt you
She’d you love you a while
Then desert you
If only you asked
I could have told you so

[Verse 2]
I could have saved you
Some crying
Yes, I could have told you she’s lying
But you were in love
And didn’t want to know

[Chorus]
I hear her now
As I toss and turn and try to sleep
I hear her now
Making promises she’ll never keep
And soon, it’s over and done with
She’ll find someone new to have fun with
Through all of my tears
I could have told you so

[Chorus]
I hear her now
As I toss and turn and try to sleep
I hear her now
Making promises she’ll never keep
And soon, it’s over and done with
She’ll find someone new to have fun with
Through all of my tears
I could have told you so

Sean Kingston – Chance (feat. Vybz Kartel)

[Intro: Sean Kingston]
Kingston
Fi di gyal dem
Worldwide

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
You, you owe me one
Runnin’, runnin
Run me my, run me my chance
You, you owe me one
Runnin’, runnin
Run me my, run me my, oh, chance

[Verse 1: Sean Kingston]
I’m waiting on you to get here
You say you won’t take that long
I’m waiting on you to find me
You never right here at home
Don’t give me no ‘cuses
Just make it up
No baby, just come see ’bout me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
You owe me one
You owe me one, run that
You owe me one
You owe me one, run me my chance
You owe me one
Runnin’, runnin
Run me my, oh, chance

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel]
Gyal you a my favorite girl
Yeah, me love yuh bumper, di way it work
Yeah, the roadway is good
Oh no, no way, it’s okay, reverse
Sit down pon it girl
Um, fuckin’ sexy from birth (smile)
Let me take a picture
Triple X scene, dont play this in church
Daddy woulda say, "Oh Lord"
Isn’t she lovely? Yami Bolo
Comin’ in from the court like [?]
Please let me hold ya
You told me once
You sold me once
Me no care if you take
Two thousand man
Come through, hold me hand
It’s a utopia

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
You owe me one
You owe me one, run that
You owe me one
You owe me one, run me my chance
You owe me one
Runnin’, runnin
Run me my, oh, chance

[Bridge: Sean Kingston]
Don’t play with my love
I need it like I need my money
I need it like I need my money
I never let you take that from me
I gave you the blueprint
Don’t mess it up
No baby, just come see ’bout me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
You owe me one
You owe me one, run that
You owe me one
You owe me one, run me my chance
You owe me one
Runnin’, runnin
Run me my, oh, chance

Ralo – Young Nigga (feat. Young Thug, Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
Ralo, Young Thugga, Lil Boat (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi!)
I want everybody in the front
The middle and both of the sides
And even in the back to turn the fuck up
You know what I’m sayin’

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Ralo gon’ deal it

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Fuck with my boy and I’ll catch me a felon
We’ll go to war with whoever, we ready
You know we shoot up the shit to be felon
Didn’t mama tell you don’t fuck with no gangstas?
You need to go back and tell mama thank you
I shoot this bitch up and I won’t move a finger
I keep them shooters with me, every angle
Young nigga flyer than Superman
I got more choppers than Yucatán
These niggas faker than Boogieman
I get in the kitchen I’m cookin’ man
I whip up that dope and I whip me a Lamb’
Whoever try me I’m never gon’ spare em
They better ask about who I am
I pull up on you and I won’t give a damn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
It’s too much money for one nigga
We do not run from no one, nigga
Come get your bitch when I’m done with her
I make a ugly ho think that she pretty
I make a friendly bitch think saditty
I make these niggas think they run the city
They go against me then we hurt their feelings

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ralo, Young Thugga, Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
I’m a lil’ different, my money lil’ larger
I don’t drive no Charger, I beat all my charges
Now I do commercials, I’m so controversial
Everytime they see me, they hatin’
They hate when I win but they love when I sin
These niggas gon’ wake the man that’s within
Boy by your looks I can tell you cappin’
Boy by your looks I can tell you a pussy
Thought it was soft then he saw who was with me
Don’t you dare to try put me with the rookies
That boy ain’t dead so he finna play hooky
He hidin’ he scared, that boy shake in his boots
I can tell pussy run deep in your roots
I can tell you don’t got guap like the Jews
I can tell you don’t got guap like I do
Got a fist full of diamonds a neck full of water
Ballin’ so hard, change my name to Vince Carter
Not ever once in my life have I ever rode Marta
This year I just might have to cop me a charter
Thugga my nigga, I swear that’s my partner
Ralo fam goon, don’t nobody go harder
Lil Boat the king of the teens and I’m smarter
I’m not 21 but I’ll slaughter your daughter, bitch

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ralo gon’ deal it
Mama gon’ have a lil baby
Shawty say she have a bite
I whip that dope in the eighties
I beat that bitch like I’m Ike
No I’m not scared of you baby (na)
We can get down any night
And yeah I’m still reppin’ Haiti
Yeah we run round with these mice
Young nigga fly like propellers
I might not fuck Cinderella
I filled up my life with some schedules
I know these bitches gon’ tell it
They can’t knock him off of the block (they can’t)
I know lil shawty gon’ sell it
They told him to stop, but he not
I know lil shawty won’t deal it
Ralo gon’ deal it
Chop up that boy with machetes
Shoppin’ sprees when I’m ready
That pussy is pink like a pig ’cause she red (sheesh, what?)
Them M&M’s all on her body, look like she ready

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot

[Outro: Young Thug & Lil Yachty & Lil Uzi Vert]
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeah)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeah)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeah)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder

Euroz – Aura

[Verse 1]
Uh, I’m tryna have you all in your mode
You real, its all in your mold
She don’t just play a position, shorty star on the road
One time and you won’t regret
You know its sown up and that’s why they seem stressed
The hottest out, yeah you cold
What you selling, I’m sold
Not content with just pussy, I’m a need a your soul
Blow your mind like a young Cobain
How the sex off the chain and yeah we both slaves

[Pre-Hook]
Where you tryna take it
Question, can you take it?
If the answer’s yes I want it all
It’s not an understatement
Been more than patient
Give you that work like I’m your boss
Now come here

[Hook]
We way past gone
And you something I can’t pass on
Too bad to not take back home
You, me, the vibe and that’s all
For tomorrow treat right now like now like it’s your last
Keep it no less than 100 like the dash, uh huh
Rolling put that lighter to the gas
Looking forward to some shit to look back on

[Verse 2]
Smoke some kick with a player
Maybe chill while we laying
Surface cool but you deep I’m tryna peel back your layers
‘Bout you that I’m tryna find out
Badder than my corner then we spending time out
I ain’t rushing we can go at your pace
You should know its no race
Long as you so good don’t give a fuck ’bout no race
Need it way more than just one time
If the neighbors ain’t notice they be calling one time

[Pre-Hook]
Where you tryna take it
Question, can you take it?
If the answer’s yes I want it all
That’s an understatement
Been more than patient
Give you that work like I’m your boss

[Hook]
We way past gone
And you something I can’t pass on
Too bad to not take back home
You, me, the vibe and that’s all
For tomorrow treat right now like now like it’s your last
Keep it no less than 100 like the dash, uh huh
Rolling put that lighter to the gas
Looking forward to some shit to look back on

Gucci Mane – Ever (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
It’s 2017 nigga
Welcome home ‘wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new bitch nigga, y’all niggas motherfuck’ at?
Pyrex pot
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
Nigga where y’all think this shit started from, nigga
It’s Gucci
Ay Guc’, welcome home my nigga, I salute to you my nigga
Ay, hol’ up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hittin’ on all-red kush, got on all-red J’s
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
I’m Guwop the walkin’ lick but can’t nobody take shit
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t shit
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick
It’s just a Sun Valley nigga, I’m had tryna get rich
I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the ‘wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta fuck me
But bitch ain’t never met a nigga that can hustle like me
And you’ll never meet a nigga with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rob so many niggas I can’t even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, nigga that’s my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, nigga I’m so side street
If you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re tryin’ me
‘Wop

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

Gucci Mane – Wasn’t Me (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Hook]
I can make two mil in a week
And I can get them pints for the cheap
And I can fuck your freak for the free
He think I robbed him but it wasn’t me
I just took the doors off the Jeep
I can fit another whore in the suite
She gave me head and I gave that bitch a Jeep
She said I fucked her but I say it wasn’t me

[Verse 1]
I’m fresh out the feds, I’m fresh out work-release
Got that strong and I think I’m Hercules
I’m the plug and I drop like once a week
I hit TZ and told him flood the streets
Me and BPM straight from BCT
Fuck that BT shit bitch re-up with me
And I see twenty-eight my motor eighty Gs
You wanna race me then let’s bet a couple keys
I got this younger one, she suck me till I’m weak
Ain’t fuck in three months and she still ain’t missed a beat
Got this lil’ young nigga and he think that talk is cheap
I’m on rotation on your feature, lose your seat

[Hook]
I can make two mil in a week
And I can get them pints for the cheap
And I can fuck your freak for the free
He think I robbed him but it wasn’t me
I just took the doors of the Jeep
I can fit another whore in the suite
She gave me head and I gave that bitch a Jeep
She said I fucked her but I say it wasn’t me

[Verse 2]
I can make five bricks off of three
And I can give your bitch something to see
At the Hawks game court side seats
I’m on Peachtree in the drop-top B
He want to be like me but Gucci too elite
Fuck them sucker niggas I don’t want to speak
Orange Lamb’, I pull up like trick-or-treat
I’m bag snatchin’ like it’s fucking Halloween
Master P [?]
I’m C-Murder I’m Pootang I’m Big Meech
This for my nigga that might never touch the streets
You never snitched then it’s easier to sleep

[Hook]
I can make two mil in a week
And I can get them pints for the cheap
And I can fuck your freak for the free
He think I robbed him but it wasn’t me
I just took the doors of the Jeep
I can fit another whore in the suite
She gave me head and I gave that bitch a Jeep
She said I fucked her but I say it wasn’t me

Gucci Mane – Sir Brix A-Lot (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s Wizop
Burr burr burr burr

[Hook]
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay-per-view [?]
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary nigga, can’t rock no ordinary watch

[Verse 1]
Slick as hell man, I’m fresh out of jail man
Fuck a cell case, marble on my staircase
As you can tell man, I don’t fuck with twelve man
Can’t catch me in it man, unless I beat twelve man
These niggas trap dry, no water in the well man
We see your ribs man, damn you’re lookin’ frail man
Look at my ring bling, motherfucker chain gang
You’re selling bales man, then we on the same thing
You’re reppin’ Zone 6, then we in the same gang
I let my nuts hang, why you holdin’ nuts, lang
You ain’t a rat so I’m gon’ treat you like a mutt, man
You tuck your tail so I’m gon’ kick you in your [?]

[Hook]
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay-per-view [?]
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary nigga, can’t rock no ordinary watch

[Verse 2]
I’m a well man, a motherfuckin’ well man
A pocket rocket on me and a pocket scale man
If I can’t work, I’ve still got my clientele man
This for my [?], all my niggas still in jail man
All these critiques and AP’s know they sick of me
Me and my niggas thick as thieves, [?]
Twenty years old, all my niggas got a brick at least
And this a drought and we ain’t had no work for weeks
They call me Guwop One Punch, I knock out your teeth
I’m in a smoky [?] that I shoot out to tease
I pistol whip the sleep and go in your Lee Dungarees
Don’t give a fuck about ’em, they don’t give a fuck ’bout me

[Hook]
Tried to play me off the street but I’m back on the block
Drew down on your partner, made him drop it like it hot
My posse’s on Broadway, I’m Sir Brix A Lot
Say some slick to Gucci, I hit you in your jaw
When a rapper got beef, want a pay-per-view [?]
I’m a trapper when I got beef then I put you in a box
That’s the love of your life, to me she’s just another thot
Not no ordinary nigga, can’t rock no ordinary watch

[Outro]
It’s Gucci
It’s Guwop
It’s Wizop

G Herbo – Humble Beast (Intro) (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

Ay Swervo

[Verse 1]
Heard its cold in the Raq right now i’m riding down Rodeyo
Then got introduced to snow i used to play wit yayo
Diss the gang and don’t get dealt wit that boy got a halo
Let off 50 shots then skeet off that clip that boy got a Draco
Loyal nigga got some knowledge put him on a pay roll
Walk around with couple thousands thats my everyday roll
Used to live in public house no heat, roaches, mouses now i ride most Italian and it got the lowest mileage
Member we was rollin wildin damn Duwop you member we was rollin round with
9’s Two Glocks sipping lean buying 2 pops and we had often shootouts i remember we was out standing let off everything then you pop
I remember we in traffic its late night just me and you Cap
Fucking on the same hoes we just tryna find some new box
City smoke wit clear blue sky lets we had some new opps
Don’t go right next to this car unless you high yeah i think they knew not
Don’t go right next to this car unless you high hop out and you die
Ever since that happen i been Cappin you don’t Cap then you die
Yall know how we bleed Kobe Cappin sipping lean over lapsing
AMG know i got a need for speed Mazzis Astons
Who the hell (?)
Driving fast talking to hoes rolling gas dropping ashes
Who would of thought i was junior still in high school failing all my classes
Then i went to school of Hard Knocks flying colours all those passes
Taught me how to make a knot taught me got to keep a pistol
Taught me never talk to cops told me that is not official
But i learnt that from observation one of them questions i was asking
Bitches told me i was ashy, i been in my pockets actually
I’m just on top of this hip hop folk nem selling pounds of zip Locks we just rotate whips to condos everything 50 thousand wrist watch
Fazoland lil nigga rick rock don’t have beef wit lil box red beam on the 30 Glock
Match my Gucci flip flops
As soon as i start letting off that stick i don’t care who get hurt
I do what i wanna bitch like lil Lil Uzi Vert
When i learn how to drive the stick i might do the vert
Go get on that corner and i put you that work
Im no organ donor so i might do the perk
2 grams 7 pointers of majuirana
Member buying 20 ounces to pour a 4 in there
Still wake up every morning like Tom Joyner
Got a trap with ps, keys, cash, AKs and some more in there
But you can’t hang if you ain’t gang that mean you can’t go in there
Going hard even if its wholesale gotta go in there but right now i’m just on tour just ring the bell i think lil bro in there

Yall know how we bleed, Pour a 4 in there
Yall know how we bleed
Yall know how we bleed, Pour a 4 in there
Yall know how we bleed

G Herbo – Dat Nigga (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Hook]
Ay
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo bitch i been that nigga Ay
Ever since i was 15 been about my figures
By my 17th birthday i had a 50 Member right before my 18th birthday i crashed them Hemi
Way before this rap shit lil roc knew i had it in me
Way before this rap shit white folks knew i had it in me
Freestyling on that hot shit block shit through blocks past the enemy
Fully autos we got plenty bitch we blast at any
Start sipping 8s of act wit kobe made me break my kidneys
And now i still might sip a 4 way just because i miss him
And i rap about that trap shit i was in the kitchen
Folk nem copped their first book i was right there my left wrist a 50
And if the feds come i won’t write them i might forget to mention
They ain’t cut from my cloth they ain’t like that man these niggas bitches
I don’t want no fuck niggas around me thats a disposition
I don’t do no rap beef nigga try me pistol whip or strip him
Pussy better mind your business my little killas itching
Disrespect No Limit thats a bad decision
Lil bro tote that glizzy and he got precision
Told him just get money and play your position
Bitch i been that nigga ever since elementary
Always in the mix i used to get suspensions
Now my whips like bitches cause thats how i switch em
Got my bitches switching kissing lied say that i missed them
Growing up i ran the streets i learned a lot of wisdom
Always used your head and duck that prison system
Broski told me take care of business i can’t lie i listened
He supposed to be still here right with me and thats why i miss him

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from i’m a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

[Verse 2]
Im 20 so its only right put 220 on the dash
Smoking posto by the zip 220 for the gas
150 strong thats 22 thats 40 imma blast
Of course if you reach for him ill pay for him all cash
Two 30s and one 50 round thats how i ride around
Fuck nigga you don’t fit around you on the wrong side of town
And you best turn that 50 around i mean correct it now
If this was back in 2009 folk nem would of wet you down
RIP grandma i miss you i won’t let you down
I know you ain’t hurting no more you ain’t stressing now
Member on the phone you said you want a platinum Album
Its 3:21 i’m thinking of them records now
Coming up my momma said i wasn’t a bad kid
I just made my choices and dealt with them as is
Now i pay my momma rent i’m talking cash shit
I see their fake smiles in my face like they ain’t mad shit
I know they hating when i did it they still say i didn’t
Street nigga i can’t count the blessings i been getting
All the commas i been spending bad hoes i been hitting
Fuck around in the new car brand new limit froze up to much spinning
Walk in the bank pulled out 30k they like what you doing today
I look at the teller i ain’t know what to tell her i need something to do with my day
She like okay if you don’t spend it all please bring it back in
And you know how that story went i might as well threw it away
Every weekend i just pull up and go get that back in
Shows for 5 to 15k and i just did 2 in a day
Imma keep on pulling up making them sick until they get blue in their face
With something new on my waist Rolex day pearl blue in her face

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
Ay, 16 fucking bitches 30 they can’t get enough, cause
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga
I know that they mad i see their temper tantrums
Wonder why i’m humble they can’t understand it
When i got them racks up i just rubber band em
Nigga now my momma live in a mini mansion
And i’m at the top now and they still can’t stand it
They know where i come from im a fucking bandit
Started from the bottom now i’m getting figures, but
Way before this rap shit bitch i been that nigga

G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

G Herbo – That’s How I Grew Up (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Intro]
Money callin’ me, trouble followin’ me
I’ma street nigga and I’ma always be
And my momma know I’m good so she don’t pray for me
I’m just a street nigga and I’ma always be

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 1]
On the Eastside of Chiraq, thats where I grew up
OG ain’t let me on Essex until I grew up
When G Fazo died in 2010 I just ain’t give a fuck
‘Member me and Manski on the phone an hour teein’ up
Fourteen we was young as fuck all ready to fuck shit up
Comin’ up no fear in us we ready to kill sum
Lil Roc died Broski turned himself in for a year or sum
Trappin’ so hard told em leave the line and watch us still run it
Back then I was sixteen probably running up a fifteen
Then I started spittin’ 16s, rappin’ 16s, by my 16th
Nigga 16 yeah them my blocks
Four blocks can’t switch, four blocks that way
Four blocks up four blocks back
We run our shit and the opps
(Gang gang)

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 2]
You can’t come where I grew up
Big ass guns where I grew up
They shoot for fun where I grew up
No where to run you fall you fucked
Wonder why your niggas never pull up
Never call you up
Ain’t know who you calling for
No body want war with us
Literally, bullshit you not
Fo’nem go nuts with them Glocks
They don’t even know how to stop
Knock that little shit off the top
Grew up fathers off the dope
Grew up mothers off the rocks
Errybody got a problem
Errybody got a opp
And I grew up just a screw up
Takin’ drugs [?]
Totin’ guns missin’ court goin’ on the run
Gangbangin’ ridin’ on opps just for fun
Pop in front of ’em masked up
Can’t see my face just the gun

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

G Herbo – Got Em Sick (feat. Lil Bibby) (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Pull up skrtt hop out the whip
Know that I keep me a Glock on my hip
And all my mans got knots in this bitch
Reach for my chain get shot in this bitch
Niggas is lame stay in your lane
Play wit the gang get shot in the brain
Fuck all the fame, fuck all the chains, I won’t let you lil niggas fuck up my name
I be ballin like I’m Klay, like I’m Steph, pull up swish
Niggas beefin’ with the gang, you might find ’em in a ditch, heard that you niggas been talkin’ that shit
I just been calm you know I can switch
You know I’m a savage I ride with the stick
I make a call and I get ’em hit

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Big G Herbo I be lit you know I’m fresh as a bitch
Chrome wheels on the M6 you know it match wit the stick
30 clip right in the whip
I don’t got no license for shit
We party we like kickin’ it
We ain’t with that "fightin’ and dip"
We counting we like dividends, see the Plug ion like middle men
I do what I want I don’t care bout the police they just gotta come get me then
Them bad bitches love me
Your hoe wanna fuck me
She drunk got her off Remy and Henn’
She callin her buddy they both gettin’ slutty
They fillin’ the kid with a Cudi
Say I make her nervous I used to be grumpy back when I was sippin’ the muddy
And I got 2 Rollies, a 40, 2 40 when one wanna play, one bezel floody
And I ain’t with no "lovey dovey"
All these bitches be all lotty thotty
Turn her up make her get off a Molly, now I’m gettin’ top in a Maserati
And you know I be off the shits snail in this bitch
Fuck niggas make me sick he can’t make bail so he snitched
He a hoey bitch, he don’t owe me shit
Haters like "fuck Herbo" stay cryin’ broke "I know he rich"

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick
Catch me flexin’ in a whip, got these haters lookin sick
I might pull up wit yo bitch, just to make you niggas sick
Shawty say that I’m the shit, spent a twinkie on my wrist
Got these haters lookin sick, say I make these niggas sick

G Herbo – Blackin Out (feat. Lil Bibby) (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
‘member I was selling packs for the low
I wake up and thank the lord that I ain’t trapping no mo’
Niggas don’t be on they block so we ain’t clapping no mo’
But just like we was in a war I still be strapped with it though
30s they wait on me right at the telly everytime I’m traveling though
And I want 20k for a show, 10 or 15 what I’m averagin’ though
My big brother be copping them O’s 10 or 15 what he averagin’ though
Yay he usually be breaking them down but that’s 50k if you grabin’ them hoe

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
I heard you got your chain snatched then you snitched on a nigga
So you can’t go to your hood cause you switched on your niggas
I got niggas in the prison you can ask them how they living
If they tell you that they eating everyday like thanksgiving
If you see that nigga with the squad treat him like a god
I ain’t never cracked a card, I was out trapping hard
Junkies knocking at my door but everything sold out
Think ’bout running in my trap it’s guns in the whole house
So you acting like a bitch you steady running your mouth
I should slap him with the 45 knock him cold out
Ambulance have to pick him up, he get rolled out
Bibby nice you playing with G Herbo you get blowed down

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Blacking out, yeah I’m blacking out
Yeah I’m blacking out
Grab them choppas load them 100 clips up ain’t no lacking out
Blacking out yeah I’m blacking out
Bitch I’m blacking out
I was serving green on the corner but I’m rapping now
Yeah I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Fresh as fuck I did that, fucked this bitch I did that
I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Flood my wrist I did that, came out my whip I did that

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Heard a lil bitch ’round town said she know me steady asking ’round
Bump into her shopping how you know me bitch, you blacking out
She said yeah I know you Herbo I seen you with Cap around Told the bitch I’m a No Limit capper I don’t cap around
Me and Cap use to smoke back to back and ride with gats around
Asked her what’s your name and who are your brothers probably clapped them down
She say ‘my name Tee, my bro name Deago’ ah he got them pounds
And my bro Mareese sell blacks and yayo he stay out of town

[Verse 4: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
I know that bitch man I say ‘now that’s that bitch that be with Keisha shawty she a super eater’
And her brother Mareese working for the police
Yeah that nigga hot sauce, I might get him knocked off
Run up do ’em dirty, police tape the whole block off
Hold up bro don’t let that lil bitch hear you get us rocked out
She just told me she ain’t got no ride and she ain’t tryna walk
I fuck around and catch him on the porch while she getting dropped off
Let me black out right there broad day, I’ma blow his socks off

[Hook: Lil Bibby & G Herbo]
Blacking out, yeah I’m blacking out
Yeah I’m blacking out
Grab them choppas load them 100 clips up ain’t no lacking out
Blacking out yeah I’m blacking out
Bitch I’m blacking out
I was serving green on the corner but I’m rapping now
Yeah I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Fresh as fuck I did that, fucked this bitch I did that
I did that, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Flood my wrist I did that, came out my whip I did that

Jacquees – Just The Intro (Since You Playin Album)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And we’re going off
(Oooh)
Ha! It’s Jacquees

[Monolouge]
I know a lot of ya’ll love my music
You know what I’m saying, love the way I do, love the way I dress,love the way I [?]
But I think It’s time I introduce myself as a man shawty you get what I’m sayin’ ?
Gucci hat, Gucci cologne, Gucci jacket
(Smellin’ good as a motherf****r)
Gucci belt
[?] when I pull up on you
If you in a Cadillac, cut this motherf****r up now, I’m feelin like T.I; young king like T.I
Aye! Aye! and if you havin’ stars in your wraith and this bag you gon’ chase cut this motherf****r up now I’m tellin’ you
This sh*t gon’ turn you up
And if you under 18, there ain’t really too much I can do for you
You know I’m twenty-two, no kids?
Livin’ on my own, feelin like a young bachelor
You know what I’m sayin’ ?
Single, I do what I wanna do, tour life right now, I’m on a tour bus right now
It’s [?] night though, we done motherf****ing turned up
Yeah, had a lot of sh*t I want to say to you, a lot of sh*t we could have did, you know what I’m sayin’?
N****s ain’t used to that intro [?}
But since you playin’ though, look since you playin’

Oooh I’m on a mission
Oooh I’m tryna get it
Get paid yeah
Do I need permission ?
I know my wrongs from my rights
Tired of playin’ games, I think you’re someone I like
Now usually I’m the player type but I think you’re someone I’d wife
But since you playin’ baby, I’m gon’ let you live your life
Go on baby girl, it’s your world
Hate to see you like all them girls
All of my b*tches, they all drinking liquor
It’s filled by the pitch, they f*ck with my n****s
They try to get with us, they see we the realest
I’m stackin’my figures, got Henny in my system
I talk to my sister, when I’m in my feelings
I figure she’d listen, I need someone to listen to me
I need someone to listen to me, yeah
To me, me ee ee ee ee ee ee
Since you playin’ games
I can’t wait, I can’t wait, no I can’t wait!
Can’t wait, I can’t wait, wait
Me ee ee ee ee ee ee

It’s just the intro, just the intro
I know ya’ll ain’t used to the intro
Twenty-two, since you playin’
It’s just the intro

Jacquees – Supposed Too (feat. Birdman) (Since You Playin Album)

[Intro]
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin’ up
Gotta keep goin’ up
Can’t stop goin’ up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 1]
I push the lambo and it’s drop top
I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
These diamonds shine look like the stars out
You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
Everything goes once the goons out
Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
Double the profit now we gotta spend it
Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
I just went from the shower to the boldest
Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
Money make all the bitches be important
But I ain’t got time for them hoes
Drop a dime on them hoes

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (Yeah)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Pussy nigga we showed you
Spend a band and we fold a few
Bitch know I control you
We livin’ life and high road too
Put it down ion know you
Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
Ship a thousand gram and we load you
Slanted eyes, side view
Strap it up if they size you
These bitches see that we glow nigga
Get money nigga and we high too
Big money fo’ sho nigga
If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
That big money, no fake cake
Big money wit paper plates
86 we 88
Jumped out we cleared the plates
Aired off, steak plates
Long sticks, banana plates
Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa