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Fetty Wap – Make You Feel Good

[Intro]
Yah, God damn
Yah, God damn

[Hook]
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Yah, hey God damn)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Yah, woah, God damn)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Woah, hey, hey, God damn)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Woah, hey, hey, God damn)

[Verse 1]
Ay, look, I ain’t tryna waste your time
And she fine and her other nigga made it hard to find her
He tried to confine her
Ain’t let her come outside
And that’s why I give her shining, yeah
She love how I make her feel inside
And she beautiful outside and
Girl I had to remind you baby
Ay, and he mad that you mine too baby
Hey, I’m so happy that I found you baby

[Hook]
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Yeah baby)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Girl I make you feel baby)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Girl I make you feel baby)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Yeah baby, ay, ay)

[Verse 2]
I need a chance, let me make you right
Licking you all night
Let’s do it twice, type of shit she like
Leavin’ on the lights
See a lamp, shawty say the work
Find her in the night
What you like?
All I got is time, I’ma spend it right
In the hills I just roll the wood, I just need a light
If it’s cool, you could bring a bag, you’ll just spend a night
All that bullshit, I ain’t on that, cause you right
In Chanel bags, coppin’ (?) keys, shit you like

[Hook]
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Yah, hey God damn)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Yah, woah, God damn)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Woah, hey, hey, God damn)
Why you think I’m wastin’ my time?
Make you feel good, does it make you feel good?
(Woah, hey, hey, God damn)

AJ Tracey – Pasta

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 1]
In and out of flats for the floos (guala)
You ain’t with the dogs, you’re a puss (meow)
Tell ’em "domme jongens in je stad" (ayy)
My Dutch bruddas bun ’em like kush, ayy
Who can kick the riddim like man? (who?)
Rich, living lavish, that’s the plan (by 25)
Jakes see me winning, they’re vexed (they’re vexed)
They just want a brudda in the can, nope
You ain’t cool if you ain’t in a gang (gang)
Hours and them hours like Stan (up there)
Always got my hood up like Kenny (got my hood)
No killing me, though, I’m the man (you can try)
Fader said I’m doing up shows (that’s real, you know)
Complex said I’m gonna blow (Complex)
The papers said that you should come and watch man (Guardian)
My mama said to leave my bro alone (haha)
Still up in the manor, that’s Grove (West 10)
Cruising through the music, I drove (skrrr)
White up in the tees like Hov (skrrr skrrr)
All my niggas whip it on the stove (whip)
No one ever helped in my zone (no one)
Bro, I had to do it on my own (on my ones)
Old girls didn’t wanna fuck me, now
I don’t even fuck them and they still moan (they’re moaning)
Hit a bitch once, then I skate (I’m gone)
Never let a Jezebel stay (never)
Drunk, seeing life through my Ray-Bans
I don’t even sleep till the day (I’m out here)
Tell a model bitch come play (come)
Give a couple beats like Dre (boo-boof)
Wetting up the pussy like clay, ayy
Now she’s tryna call a nigga bae

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 2]
Every time I step up in the place (hey)
Girls all tryna get up in my face (wah?)
"Oh my god, it’s AJ Trace (oh my god)
Baby boy, I wanna be your mate" (hey)
No, bitch, man are on the chase (on the chase)
Chase for the guala and the papes (bread)
Bro fresh home from a case (yeah)
Let him hold a badders called Stace (hit that)
I just wanna make bare dough (leave me alone)
Beg you give a young nigga space (OK), ayy
Cooking up a jawn, get a plate (plate)
Eating, I ain’t even saying grace (my bad)
Henney going straight to my face (to my face)
Spilling liquor when I’m onstage (splash, splash)
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably), ayy
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably)
Alex to my pals, I’m Age (I’m Age)
Feds have got my bruddas in the cage (free ’em)
Couple opps out here all brave (OK), yeah?
I’mma slide with the MAC on rage
Gat long like a twelve gauge (nah)
Catch a corn or you’re gonna catch a shave (dip, dip)
Get a nigga down for the brodies (bros)
Get a nigga down in the grave (ahh)
Nike Air Max on my coat (on my coat)
Masked up when I do the roads (skrrr skrrr)
Girls can’t stay up in my hotel (nope)
Give a couple rounds, then I’m gonna ghost (I’m gone)
For the game, I’m tryna get the codes (them codes)
You’re broke but you wanna talk loads (you chatty)
When I see these guys, they’re running, running
Jumping over fences like a toad

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

Keisuke Kuwata – Kimi E No Tegami (君への手紙)

空を眺め佇む
羽のない鳥がいる
水のない川を行く
櫓(ろ)のない船を漕ぐ
キミはいつも 冷たい雨に打たれ
傘もささずに 旅をする

波音に消えた恋
悔やむことも人生さ
立ちどまることもいい
振り向けば道がある

だからボクが 夢の欠片集めて
キミに捧げる 歌がある

いとし Brothre, sister, mother & father
時計の針を止めて
サヨナラと出逢いの繰り返し

ひとり 夢追って 調子こいて
こんな男のために
よく まぁバカが集まったな

重い荷物降ろして
時には遊びに行こう
燃える夏を過ごせば
実りの秋が来る

キミ と ボクは 同じ空の青さに
魅せられながら 生きている

昔 Brothre, sister, mother & father
夜中のラジオで聴いた
ハートを切なくさせた歌よ

やがて 恋に落ちて 愛を知って
希望が胸に溢れて
涙の味も 覚えたよ

いとし Brothre, sister, mother & father
時計の針を止めて
サヨナラと出逢いの繰り返し

ひとり 夢追って 調子こいて
こんな男のために
小粋なバカが集まったな

Quavo – Shine

[Intro]
Migo!
Cinco!
QC!

[Hook]
Migo and Cinco need ’bout 50 PT
The way she eat that molly she think it luigini
All these cameras on we in the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
These niggas would take yo’ life for the spotlight
Gotta keep me a pocket rocket with the red light
My momma told me they will turn on you for the spotlight

[Verse]
My momma told me they will turn on me
If I didn’t listen it was all on me
Some of the niggas I didn’t, some of the niggas I did
If you niggas didn’t wanna see you when you hit yo’ friend
Not at all
Grown up, had to fight these niggas like Steven Seagal
You play with me now and I’mma shoot yo’ head off
Cinco gotta make the call
Just for the spotlight I know niggas would knock you off
Quit lookin’ at my life, get yo’ mind right
Versace my eyesight, I’m lookin a lot like
Not you
Is a nigga mad ’cause the spotlight not on you?
I’m killin’ the game ’cause my momma she told me to

[Hook]
Migo and Cinco need ’bout 50 PT
The way she eat that molly she think it luigini
All these cameras on we in the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
These niggas would take yo’ life for the spotlight
Gotta keep me a pocket rocket with the red light
My momma told me they will turn on you for the spotlight

Jared Evan – Role Model (The Blanket Truth Album)

[Verse 1]
I’m a dumb kid, I got no excuse
I don’t read my books (yeah)
And I don’t go to school
I don’t need to tell you
You’re the older me and I’m the younger you
You and I, we share a brain
So maybe you could tell me what I’m supposed to do
Like the shit I say, am I wrong? Will my records play?
Do I know what a friendship is? And what my future’s like?
And if my girl will stay? Hey, we can give it time though
You ain’t singing the same problem that I know
Since you can’t follow me then
Maybe you could be my role model

[Hook]
Wait here and I’ll, I’ll follow, follow
Stay here now, I’ll follow, follow

[Verse 2]
I could rise you from your throne, it doesn’t belong
Everything is stupid, important things don’t sink in till it’s over
It ain’t over

[Hook]
Wait here and I’ll, I’ll follow, follow
Stay here now, I’ll follow, follow

[Bridge]
It’s like time’s stuck, when we wind up
With our face down, if we wake up
We don’t need a whole lot of time to sleep
And I can’t see yesterday
Tomorrow they won’t tell me what is next to me
They don’t tell me why when it gets to me
But I’ma have to cook it all with no recipe
It’s like, if you could reverse this

[Hook x2]
Wait here and I’ll, I’ll follow, follow
Stay here now, I’ll follow, follow

Jared Evan – Kids Forever (The Blanket Truth Album)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
What’s my age again?
I’m caught in a teenage dream
No I don’t want to be older
So why don’t we get high
And celebrate tonight
The life, that we used to have lets bring it on back now

[Pre Chorus]
I hear the other kids calling
And I, I never want to lose all this
So we could party all the time, yeah
And all the trouble that I got caught in
I, I, I wish that I could restart it
But its times like now that it all goes down so sing it out loud y’all

[Chorus]
No matter what they say, we can be stubborn
As long as we want cause
We’ll be kids forever
We just want to play, and live like kings forever
As long as we want cause, we’ll be kids forever
(We’ll be kids forever, we’ll be, we’ll be…)

[Verse 2]
It’s like I’m right ’til i get wrong
I’m spending it right ’til I get home
Now remember when the time we were living in was nice we was innocent
So could we just begin again?

[Pre Chorus]
I hear the other kids calling
And I, I never want to lose all this
So we could party all the time, yeah
And all the trouble that I got caught in
I, I, I wish that I could restart it
But its times like now that it all goes down so sing it out loud y’all

[Chorus]
No matter what they say, we can be stubborn
As long as we want cause
We’ll be kids forever
We just want to play, and live like kings forever
As long as we want cause, we’ll be kids forever

[Bridge]
We’ll be kids forever
Oh oh
We’ll be kids forever
Oh oh oh yeah
We’ll be kids forever
And ever, and ever, and ever

[Chorus]
No matter what they say, we can be stubborn
As long as we want cause
We’ll be kids forever
We just want to play, and live like kings forever
As long as we want cause, we’ll be kids forever

Jared Evan – The End Game (feat. Allan Kingdom) (The Blanket Truth Album)

[Verse 1: Jared Evan]
All right, we’re alright
We’ll watch the sunset a million times
Before we arrive

[Pre Hook]
I came cause you sucked me in
And you shot me up, you’re just like a gun
You say you will never leave, if they think less of me
Would you carry on?

[Hook]
When all is said and done now hoe
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

When all is said and done now yeah
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

[Verse 2: Allan Kingdom]
I said I reached out, tell me how you gonna feel
When I came up cause you didn’t know the deal
When I came up you didn’t know what was real
When I came up you didn’t know I would kill
Said I reached out cause I gotta play the field
I am not an athlete but I know the drill
You could take the backseat motherfucker chill
Plus I’m fucking nasty you should take a pill (duh duh, yeah)
I’ve been doing what you dying to do
Never needed your reply, you never tried to be true
I don’t wanna hear your crying, cut the drama
Quit your lying I’m defying everything
You didn’t want me to do (uh)
Trying to cop some murakami to rock
Old tommy on your mommy
You should call me your pops
You don’t fit up in my schedule
Innocently I’m a rebel
You don’t get it when I tell you
I just can not be stopped

[Pre Hook]
I came cause you sucked me in
And you shot me up, you’re just like a gun
You say you will never leave, if they think less of me
Would you carry on?

[Hook]
When all is said and done now hoe
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

When all is said and done now yeah
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

Jared Evan – Revive Me (The Blanket Truth Album)

[Verse 1]
Dig me up from this grave
Lift me from the dirt I lie under
You put me back in first place
You strike me like the lightning thunder

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause you make the stars align in the sky
Don’t know why
I could die
And you make me feel like I’m so alive
Don’t know why
I could die

[Chorus]
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me

[Verse 2]
You can feel my heart break
Maybe it’s the way I’m undone
You bring me back down from space
You’re the world I want to wander

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause you make the stars align in the sky
Don’t know why
I could die
And you make me feel like I’m so alive
Don’t know why
I could die

[Chorus]
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me

[Bridge]
Drawing a flat line
In this lonely place
In this lonely place
Broken my past life
But you fixed it the same
You fixed it the same

[Chorus]
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me
Revive Me!

Jared Evan – Hourglass (feat. Lloyd) (The Blanket Truth Album)

[Verse 1: Jared Evan]
What we decide
They’re always the wrong things, woah
Could we change who we are?
Or is it too late?
It’s never too late, woah

[Pre-Chorus: Jared Evan]
If time would of changed here
We’d slow down
I know now
It’s ticking away here
So slow down
You know now

[Chorus: Jared Evan]
Maybe if we saw our pasts through this hourglass
It wouldn’t be so cold
We don’t know how long it will last in this hourglass
No one really knows

[Verse 2: Lloyd]
Now baby girl I tried too
Give you my love but oh you
Worry about what I do
You don’t know the things I go through
Must I remind you
That you’re the only one I’m
Giving my time to
I just wanna love you but

[Pre-Chorus: Jared Evan & Lloyd]
If time would of changed here
We’d slow down
I know now
It’s ticking away here
So slow down
You know now

[Chorus: Jared Evan & Lloyd]
Maybe if we saw our pasts through this hourglass
It wouldn’t be so cold
We don’t know how long it will last in this hourglass
No one really knows

[Verse 3: Jared Evan]
I guess what they say is so true
You can never turn the new one to the old you
And what our minds want
Could always let the time stop
We fly like a bird’s eye but never get the whole view
Huh, it’s our show listen for the moment
And if the hand stops
Grab it and hold it
It’s so crazy walking our path
The hours pass while we stuck inside this hourglass

[Chorus: Jared Evan & Lloyd x2]
Maybe if we saw our pasts through this hourglass
It wouldn’t be so cold
We don’t know how long it will last in this hourglass
No one really knows

[Instrumental]

Jared Evan – Big Brother (The Blanket Truth Album)

[Verse 1]
Nothing’s changed, still wanna be just like you
You used to give me advice, on how to be just like you (like you 2x)
And I’ll always remember when I stole from your room
I still imitate every move you make

[Pre-Hook]
I’m done wasting my time, running ’round tryna figure it out
I could just copy your blueprint that you filled out

[Hook]
Always looking for a master plan
But you gave me the light it’s shining in my hand
I could die if I knew that I could be just like you
I would lie if I said I’ll never be just like you (like you)

[Verse 2]
You can even ask my sister, I tried to paint a copy of my brother’s picture
And my big brother was the one that gave me wisdom
When I was just 5 who would have thought where I would end up
When I got in trouble, you know you saved my life
Even when it was my fault, you made me feel alright
I didn’t know how I should talk to bitches, I was shy
And all the things you taught me, man, they made me real
Made me realize

[Pre-Hook]
I’m done wasting my time, running ’round tryna figure it out
I could just copy your blueprint that you filled out

[Hook]
Always looking for a master plan
But you gave me the light it’s shining in my hand
I could die if I knew that I could be just like you
I would lie if I said I’ll never be just like you (like you)

[Bridge]
I will never find another mentor like you
All my teachers, man, they let me down, they’re all the same (like you)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to fix it all (like you 2x)
If I said I’ll never be just like you (like you)

[Hook]
Always looking for a master plan
But you gave me the light it’s shining in my hand
I could die if I knew that I could be just like you
I would lie if I said I’ll never be just like you
Always looking for a master plan
But you gave me the light it’s shining in my hand
I could die if I knew that I could be just like you
I would lie if I said I’ll never be just like you (like you)

Jared Evan – The Blanket Truth (The Blanket Truth Album)

[Verse 1]
Everyone I see around here, could they be people that I know?
And what if everything we found here
Was more than what we’ve been told?
I think we’ve waited too long, now it’s time to see the truth
It isn’t just me and you, and everything we thought we knew

[Pre-Chorus]
On and on we go
We’re all holding onto this blanket we know
Maybe we should love more truly here
And you’ll see

[Chorus]
There’s more to life because we belong to something
We’re strangers to each other
But closer than we think we are
It’s late at night and we’re dreaming here forever
So let’s just come together

[Verse 2]
Maybe, just maybe if we’re honest
We can see the truth and all of the reason-why shit
So many times I think of positions that I’m in
Like the time I dropped up outta college
Now I’m trying to fill my soul ain’t trying to fill my wallet
A freak and a geak, guess you can call me Childish
Looking for a road that’ll lead em back to my shit
And have the entire globe singing every word to my shit

[Pre-Chorus]
On and on we go
We’re all holding onto this blanket we know
Maybe we should love more truly here
And you’ll see

[Chorus]
There’s more to life because we belong to something
We’re strangers to each other
But closer than we think we are
It’s late at night and we’re dreaming here forever
So let’s just come together

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
There’s more to life because we belong to something
We’re strangers to each other
But closer than we think we are
It’s late at night and we’re dreaming here forever
So let’s just come together
See who we just really are

[Instrumental II]

[Outro/Dialogue]
Say this blanket represents all the matter and energy in the universe
Ok, you, me, everything, nothing’s been left out
Right, all the particles and everything, exactly
This is everything, ok
Let’s just say, that this is me, right, and I’m what?
60 odd years old and wearing a grey suit, blah, blah, blah…
And let’s say over here, this is you, and you’re, I dunno?
You’re 21, you’ve got dark hair, etc…
And over here, this is the Eiffel Tower, right, this is Paris
And this is a war and this is a museum and this is a disease and this is an orgasm and this is a hamburger
(Everything is the same even if it’s different?)
Exactly!
But our everyday mind forgets this, we think everything is separate, limited
I’m over here and you’re over there, which is true
But it’s not the whole truth
Because we’re all connected
Because we are connected
We need to learn how to see The Blanket Truth all the time

Young Lito – I Love This Game (In Due Time Mixtape)

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

Young Lito – Go Time (In Due Time Mixtape)

I said a young nigga stressed
My chain ain’t the only real shit up on my chest
I’m gettin’ sour looks, still a young nigga fresh
Double workin’ overtime, but a young nigga blessed (amen)
And lately I don’t know who to trust
It’s just me, myself and I and we all doin’ us
I’m just tryna stay alive with my hands out of cuffs
But when I ain’t in the streets, then I feel out of touch
And I hear niggas talkin’ foul when I’m out of town
Soon as I touch down, I don’t hear a sound
Niggas ain’t givin’ mugs, niggas givin’ pounds
Cause they know I won’t hesitate to put ’em in the ground, for real
If you know me then you know the deal
And know what I’m goin’ through then you know how I feel
I only got one gear, I don’t know how to chill
Hov told me to relax, let’s get to the mils
I will, but shit just got me upset
I lost my man and the cops treat me like I’m a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get enough threats
But they ain’t bussin’ no moves, just sendin’ tough texts
Shit got my moms worried, this what she fear
Ds at the door, she yell I’m not there
Just like I’m still trappin’, man, shit all weird
She don’t want me out late, now she all scared
I be damned, mama, they know who I am, mama
Them boys food, I eat ’em just like your ham, mama
On Thanksgivin’, toys on me, but ain’t kiddin’
We been through worse, this shit light like Blake Griffin
There’s no danger, R.I.P. Banga
Free the boy Ave, them crackers is tryna hang ya
Just watched the news, I see that they tryna blame ya
But you know how I play, I’m slidin’ just like a Ranger
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin’ like the Black Mamba when he wore number 8
Nobody safe, it’s no passes, just shootin’
Straight savage, and y’all lookin’ like the Raptors
Again free T-Roy, but we’re not alike
I’m more like Bruce Leroy, mixed with a D-Boy
And sho’nuff, your boy glowed up
Pressure make diamonds, and mine all froze up
It’s no chucc
Ti-ti-time to put my cleats in the dirt
Gotta come off the bench and give niggas that work
I’m Tom Brady when Drew Bledsoe got hurt
Had to get out my feelings and get in my Birk (that’s my bag)
Sorry for the delay, but I’m ready to play
Honestly, I was sick and had nothin’ to say
Lost my girl and my homeboy in the same day
She came back and he can’t, that’s where the pain weigh
Rob told me don’t rap it if it ain’t from the heart (Rob Mark!)
But this shit from my soul, I wrote this in the dark
They tellin’ me not to stop, yo I ain’t even start
My life really a movie, man, this is a part
These other dudes is actors, this my real life
I never been a fraud, tell me what it feel like
Can’t front, without bro, it don’t feel right
But like a Harvard grad, my future is real bright
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin’ like Brady way before they knew he was great
But I won’t deflate, it’s no passes, just shootin’
Straight savage, and I’m ready for you bastards
It’s go time

We in Banga Fresh’s home
Young Lito man, next in charge, man

Lil Boosie – No Drake On (Happy Thanksgiving & Merry Christm Mixtape)

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
I’ve been riding up and looking
When I find you lil pussy
I’ma slam you in (?)
I’ma grab you by the pussy
Shit I’m from Louisiana, we call it Chopper City
Me and my partner stop the city, welcome to Chopper City
Mink on, Draco
Keep that itty bitty boy in the back seat
Keep that itty bitty boy in the trap geeked
30 more in the clip on the back seat
I ride and I listen to Boosie
I turn up the bass, I rub on (?)
I’m ready for missions to do it
I’m doing it nigga
Didn’t want the automatic fire on your pussy ass
You know I’m bout to ride on your pussy ass
Head down when you see me
Can’t even look a nigga in the eye with your pussy ass

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
I’m a country nigga, run the city
Got a team of killers and they riding with me
Money thing gon’ bring envy
Can’t play fair cause these suckers iffy
I fill the cup up with Henny
Paranoid, ride with the semi
It ain’t no rest for the weary
With the tool I can see clearly
Bump all y’all (?)
Young niggas swipe a credit card
Real ones gon’ take the charge
Mouth closed stead of acting hard
Hate when niggas acting like a broad
In your eyes I can see the fraud
End up snitching on his whole squad
Real nigga, won’t spare (?)
I’m riding around with the banger
The police, they getting the finger
Full of that liquor and flavor
Waving that thing out the Wrangler
I don’t agree with no haters
Spectators are really debaters
I’m I’m into chasing the paper
Straight up, I don’t need a chaser
Riding around with a bankroll
Rest in peace my nigga Bankroll
Streets go when I say so
(?) with that Draco

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
Got the semi automatic rifle in the backseat
Three deep in the Cherokee
Street sweep three deep, where you gon’ run bitches?
You scared of me
Being a bitch, I will never be
I’m on that 2Pac feeling heavenly
I ride down the street with my weaponry
I ain’t in the mood for (?)
(?) I hope they don’t
Ride late night with your thug, how the thug life
(?) fucked up looking at the club lights
Riding with my nigga with my finger on the trigger
Let me fuck pussy nigga ain’t got no Draco
My lil nigga just got out the groovy
He jumped in and told ’em put Boo on
Went and got in my Chrome 25 and took ’em a ride through the school zone
Turnt up on that gangster shit
I’m in my zone, I’ve been getting bands
My niggas be turnt up on that gangster shit
Lotta lean and a lotta Xans
Nigga hanging out the window when it hit the fan
Nigga come and get the money, put it in the bag
Got a hundred round drum, bitch don’t run bitch
Free my cousin (?) and that nigga Chad

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
G shit, say something
Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it
I ain’t got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on
Riding around with my Draco
I ain’t got no Drake on, I ain’t got no Drake on
I got Murder Was The Case on

Baby Queen – Had My Heart (Baby Queens Album)

[Chorus]
Tell me that it’s all a dream
Tell me that it’s make believe
I gave my heart up for free
Tell me why I let you in
To feel my heart broken
You said that we’d never go deep?
And I knew from the start
And still you had my heart
You had my heart (x4)

[Verse 1]
You’ve faded, I waited
Tendentious
Erase parts of your heart
Tear me apart
And I faded
I miss you
Can’t live life without you
[?]
I knew right from the start, and now
This trauma, this torture
I drown and you watch me
[?]
My baby, forget me
Dont hold onto me
[?] They remain unexplained

[Chorus]
Tell me that it’s all a dream
Tell me that it’s make believe
I gave my heart up for free
Tell me why I let you in
To feel my heart broken
You said that we’d never go deep?
And I knew from the start
And still you had my heart
You had my heart (x4)

[Verse 2]
Lost to you, lost to me
Should be found eventually
[?] My love is pure
I grit my teeth every time you speak
You still staring back at me
I thought about us and I thought about me
You were breaking me down so gradually
Said you wanted to know how I be
Tried to resist but I could not leave
Had my heart, had it on a leash
Open my eyes, look up to see
The person I loved so desperately
Turned out to be no part of me
Lost to you, lost to me
Should be found eventually

[Chorus]
Tell me that it’s all a dream
Tell me that it’s make believe
I gave my heart up for free
Tell me why I let you in
To feel my heart broken
You said that we’d never go deep?
And I knew from the start
And still you had my heart
You had my heart (x4)

[Outro]
You had my heart
Had my heart
These open arms
Covered in scars
This broken heart
You tore it apart
You had my heart (x8)

Baby Queen – Red Light (Baby Queens Album)

[Intro]
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go
Don’t go

[Chorus]
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go

[Verse 1]
I know the lights look bright
And your heart’s telling you to move closer
But there’s a hazard in sight
Put your beamers on and keep your eyes open
And when you see that sign
You know to tread slow
Don’t you keep on trying to see the light that lets you go

[Chorus]
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go

[Verse 2]
Cause we’ve been on a journey
So long
No time to turn back now
Wheels keep rolling
Rolling on
We’re gonna make it somehow
Are you with me
For the ride
Are you strapped in tight
Cause I know where we’re heading
But we won’t get there
Until you see that light

[Chorus]
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go

[Bridge]
So sexually
When our future’s come to be
And the right place to be
But if I try to now succeed
Cause there’s no song without a beat
Heavily mixing with a treat
Spittin’ by the poetry
Night after night
Rhyme after rhyme (Rhyme after rhyme)
I could count up all the ways you make me feel in one night
Instead I write at 16 to show my appreciation
A 3 minute track
Every bit of my concentration
So I sit down
And endure what I endure
Your music is my life
But suddenly it’s even more
See I don’t know how to explain
This sentiment before
So I get up in the morning
Chuck the keys on the floor
I love you with my heart
I keep thinking that you’re going
But then I realize
It’s the first stage of growing
So I take a chance
And let our relationship escalate
I love you all the way to the red light yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Don’t you see the red light
Can’t you see the red light
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go
Stop don’t go

G Herbo – Strictly 4 My Fans (Intro) (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo yeah man I know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters they know that everything that happened to me was fully organic it ain’t nothing forced it ain’t no fly by night shit it meant to be something real and it’s gon be something real. Alot of time my fans try to say with music I wanna make ’em wait not tryna make ’em late but, ain’t even the case I’m tryna really change the world with this shit the way I drop shit it’s like a system, its systematic I try and give it to you but its a meaning. It’s a meaning behind why I give it you you, when I give it to you and what I’ma give to you next

[Verse]
Look, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (fuck nigga)
And every time you and try and kill him why its always a thousand left? (fuck nigga)
I heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times
Go broke now 999 count up a thousand times
And these is real facts I ain’t just saying that
What if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that
‘Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back
Been on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back
Meanwhile, I’m just riding with this desert eagle
Smoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal
And if I fly past you fast yeah just know I see you
I can’t pull up on fuck niggas no you not my people
And I’m for the people
But I’m not the most
Bitch I just die for my bros that’s all I know
Live and I die by the code
My niggas ride by the code die for the code
Shit I did time for the code
If the folks pack up and say they come get me now
Before I rat I’ma lie down and roll
Lay down and die before I fold
Hoes and bankrolls, ain’t nothing but a bonus
Everybody know that my la familia is who its happening for
Promoters like Herb you ain’t dropped in a year
25 thousand too high for a show
The less you in town the less shots that I hear
At least y’all I ain’t out here in traffic no more
Gang!

[Outro]
Gang gang, ay, G Herbo man, ay, nah for real though the reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans is cause that’s who this shit for, strictly for my fans, the reason why I get the motivation cause I be going through my comments all type of shit on instagram and motherfuckers tell me the shit I be spitting in the music just the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives, it really get motherfuckers through certain types of situations and other shit and I’m still having fun with this shit you know. So that’s why I really just put this shit together man strictly for my fans, for the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans cause a lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas. As far as fan shit its strictly for my fans worldwide its strictly for the street real niggas you already know what’s going on man

G Herbo – Gutta (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo, young nigga been through it all man, everything under the sun man. I do this shit for everybody that come from the struggle man, the gutter, what I come from man. That can relate to my struggle and everything I’ve been through and what I put in to get to where I’m at. Cause this shit for who it for

[Verse]
Roaches, rats, and apartments
Mama smoking, babies starving
Pistols loaded, discharging
I grew up in all of it
Ghetto, hell, slums, bottom, what you wanna call it?
Nobody role models, everybody alcoholics
The shorties either gang banging or they basketballing
Where niggas get left slain, stinking, cause they chain swangin’
And them kids won’t see they moms again cause homie ain’t aiming
Damn the streets changing
These lil niggas dangerous
Don’t even mask up no more, these lil niggas brainless
I got so many fallen loved ones, nigga out here painless
Don’t know when it’s my time to go, I keep that armor flaming
Wanna see me dead or broke, I know I need that motivation
Like if I blow my shot, lose everything I got
Put my hand out on that block
Become everything I’m not
Been through that life, I blew that check, lost everything I had
This shit just left me looking silly and my mama sad
No nigga never gave me shit when I was down bad
I was by myself in a 6 foot room, right there on my ass
And now I stack that shit and mean it like I’m on my last
I stay so low from fuck niggas like they on my ass
You know if I don’t fuck with you, better not cross my path
Niggas thinking sweet ain’t seen me in the streets, I’ve been in my bag
Better stay lowkey but I can’t wait to let ’em feel my wrath
Still trained to go, start doing backstrokes in the bloodbath
You wake up, flame up, pop up, post up, chill, don’t clap folks (?) still lakeside kill us for white folks (?)
Started gettin’ real money, I was 17, I’m 20 now, I’ma take it way back though
Fourth grade I was tryna be Ivo’, shooting ball, playing round, singing rap notes
Grammar school shit been throwing Ls up
Never knew what we all headed out for
Young niggas having real life shootouts
At my grandma house, had to move out
Started rapping, wasn’t tryna be a star
I was speaking what I live, what I knew bout
17, had labels tryna sign me
Thought I might as well speak so I flew out
Flew back, had to see what I was worth
Hit studio, I know what I’ma do now
Meanwhile tryna make it in a war zone
Matter of fact, let me hold that thought
My city know, I ain’t even gotta talk
Pull up, hop out, white chalk
Now you see me, smell money when I walk
Humble with it no I ain’t tryna floss
And a real street nigga took a loss
Took a few, bounce back, shake it off
Had an X by my name, took it off
150 Dream Team, I’m the boss
I came from gambling, toting, rolling stolen transportation
Police station
Look at me now, tell me congratulations
I got this shit straight out the mud, yeah no exaggeration
I just been focused lately, money got my mind on greatness
Can’t stop my grind for niggas, bitches, extra aggravation
And every nigga can’t be with me, I just gotta face it
Every nigga ain’t yo’ nigga, read they bodies (?)
Don’t fuck with snitches, bitch niggas catch them bodies cases
Gotta leave my city, too much talent, catch a body, waste it
Get homesick, I’m right back, where that pipe at?
Same shit, snap right back, yeah it’s like that
The murder capital, everyday welcome to Chiraq
Born and raised, homicide on the morning day
Red tape, mama’s crying, it’s just the morning, wait
Bodies drop here probably more than babies born a day
Son and daughters dying, all the families torn away
The whole judicial system set to have you going away
This just my life, I spit the shit that I was born to say
Love or hate me, niggas bite me, bitches wanna date me
Say they ain’t groupies, they just like me, wanna have my baby
Tryna trap me, be my wifey, bitch you must be crazy
Bullshit and problems just come my way on the daily
Till I’m like fuck all that shit and just keep getting paper
More money, all this paper, solve all the problems later
They say more money then more problems, I want all the paper
The problems come along regardless, what’s on problems paper

G Herbo – Crazy (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo, Swervo
Humble beast man, you know I’m just doing me, I can’t complain

[Verse 1]
A product of my environment, of course I am
Walking with this torch I am
Still smell like gunpowder, straight up off that porch I am
Youngest nigga got up on his grizzy, without (?) I am
Go and cop that new Ferrari, 700 horse, I am
And I told my big bros, "let me see you run it up"
I don’t give a motherfuck about them if they ain’t one of us
Niggas, they ain’t nothing like us
They wasn’t on that block like us
They don’t tote them Glocks like us
They won’t die for Roc like us
Understanding, overhanded, get that money rubberband it
Count it first before you spend it
I don’t think they comprehend it
Thinking about my big bro Crazy James, he got apprehended
All we know is blocka-blocka-blocka then the coppers had him
Can’t forget my bro Da Roe, I love him like my mama had him
That night we lost Kobe on the 8 block, had that Glock beside him
Can’t forget about them days and nights cause they made me
We survived the trenches, we was crazy

[Hook]
I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

[Verse 2]
Used to post up on that corner
It was after midnight on a school night
30 clip right on us, Lord I promise, I’m just tryna do right
Tell me how you grew up, this my story, let me hear what you like
Bullet wounds in middle school, he just tryna protect his new bike
Now I did the presidential, I might go Patek with blue light
I might go Ben Frank the Mueller, make it work, curse out the jeweler
Golden links like Rick The Ruler
In your club, might able to rumor
Walk outside with sticks and rulers
Pull shit, be so quick to do ya
Anyway, I’ve been straight since a teen, literally
Fuck shit up, walk out tell ’em bill me, Hillary
You starving, we eating over here B
Get a piece
Closed mouths don’t get fed, you a pussy, don’t come near the G
And they say I’m crazy, me I say I’m brazy
Mom, pops, at home, the street life, that’s what raised me
The streets they love me one day and the next I know they hate me
I love what I’ve become, I’m just a product of what made me

[Hook]
I was lonely, I was hungry, almost drove me crazy
Walked out the house and got right in the streets, that shit was crazy
Bullets flying right in front of me, that shit was crazy
Shooters diving right in front of me, my niggas crazy
Don’t know how but I made at home, shit was crazy
Turned me out then eventually I just start going crazy
When I say I don’t give a fuck they think I’m crazy
Don’t blame me, I’m just a product of what made me

[Outro]
Almost drove me crazy
That shit was crazy
That shit was crazy
My niggas crazy
Shit was crazy
I just start going crazy
They think I’m crazy
I’m just a product of what made me

G Herbo – Run It Up (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Ay, ay, run it up
Nigga run it up
Yeah, run it up

[Hook]
Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up"
Ain’t no one man army, told my niggas run it up
If my mama told me one thing, that’s to run it up
I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck
Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha
Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla
I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy

[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo, you know I’m not with that rapping boy
Don’t do rap beats, keep my strap on cap, I’m clapping boy
Know No Limits, Dream Team 150, we make lots of noise
M16 totes, 50 shots, yeah we got lots of toys
Soon as I ran up that check bitch I bought choppers and cocaine
Soon as you ran up that check, you bought Givenchy and Balmain
These lil niggas is silly
They don’t really hear me, they ain’t tryna run up on mili
I was broke than many, I ain’t had a penny, they ask do I miss it, not really
Now it’s 200k when I come back from states, bout to link up with (?) and Philly
I might dash out the ‘Rari or might pull up passenger seat in that new Wraith with Bibby
I’m not fucking around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I’m on top, evidently
And No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fucking with us
Told my niggas run it up

[Hook]
Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up"
Ain’t no one man army, told my niggas run it up
If my mama told me one thing, that’s to run it up
I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck
Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha
Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla
I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy

[Verse 2]
Since before I ran it up I’m with the same niggas
Mama told me, stay from out there with them gang members
Foe nem posted, serving heights, smoking tote pipes, shooting dice
Fucking hoes, hitting blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it’s the life
I got day one niggas fresh out the prison, some of them niggas got life
Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitching, I swear these fuck niggas ain’t right
And I don’t fuck with police, I keep my shit on me cause I can’t get left at the light
See them lights and pull over, no go, I’ma smoke ’em cause they don’t read niggas, they write
Used to go sleep at night with like 4 sheets at night, we ain’t had no heat at night
Now I can see at night, go spend 10 Gs a night, spend 10k on (?)
Used to sip on that drank, till no more I couldn’t take, wake up and I pour least an 8
And I save me some cake but it don’t really matter, I’m gon’ run it up either way

[Hook]
Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up"
Ain’t no one man army, told my niggas run it up
If my mama told me one thing, that’s to run it up
I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck
Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha
Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla
I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy

G Herbo – Pull Up (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Baby, don’t stop
Baby, don’t stop
You couldn’t make me this
I wanna get freaky, freaky
And let me lick you up and down
(Let me take you up and down, haha)
Up and down
(Up and)
Up and down
(G-Herbo, ha)
Let me making you soaking wet baby

[Verse 1]
Let me show you how the gangsters do it
I know you tryna get it off
Turn the Bryson Tiller off, let me fuck you to this gangster music
Party bag and I can’t refuse it
Pussy so good, so tight, know I gotta abuse it
One stroke, two strokes, same beat as the music
Aye and that shit so wet I took the rubber off, can’t even use it
I love when you start screamin’ out when I go deep into it
Know I’m goin’ hard, I can’t stop killin’, in love with you moanin’
We go again, over and over, know she my opponent
Win, lose, or draw
She leave me breathin’ hard, I leave her soakin’
I kiss your lips, we lick and suck, and let me bend it over
She throw it back, I’m in her stomach, know she feelin’ it
So deep, she tryna run but can’t because I’m still in it
She feelin’ it, she lovin’ it, she feelin’ it
We wasn’t deep at first but now we got our feelin’s in
When I’m on the road she missin’ me, yeah cause she not on that
When I’m layin’, I’m on my way, can’t wait to put my mouth on it

[Interlude]
(Up and down)
Aye
(Up and down)
Let me lick you (up and down)
You already know what is man when you callin’ me baby
Just pull up, two, three cribs, you come whenever look

[Verse 2]
Baby let me get it fresh up out the shower
Tongue kiss your lips, caress you, stroke you for an hour
She leakin’, soakin’, bite her lips soon as I’m slidin’ in
Can’t get no deeper, she start scratchin’, and she grabbin’ me
I can take the pain, she say my name when I start grinding it
Fucked around and fell in love, I met her from around the land
First started off as my little bitch, wasn’t even fuckin’ then
Let me inside, I’ll beat it up, and I’ve been busting since
Can’t take it when I’m lickin’ it, when I start suckin’ it
She comin’ in spread her legs, keep lickin’, make her cum again
She know I keep it super real, realer than most of ’em
She know it’s fuck them other bitches, can’t get over her
Aye, like a roller coast with her
Haa, she ride, I’m holdin’ her
And after that I told her

[Outro]
(Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby)
Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby, haha
(Baby, don’t stop)
Don’t stop
(Baby, don’t stop)
Get on top
(Baby, don’t stop)
I told her
(Baby, don’t stop)
Haah
(Baby, don’t stop)

You already know what it is, you know? When I’m with you it feel like, when I’m with you it feel like — It ain’t nothin’ else goin’ on, everything revolvin’ around us, you know we kickin’ it. Besides us fuckin’ baby, we just be kickin’ it. I need somebody to kick it when I’m goin’ through everything I’m goin’ through. When I can just lay back, smoke a blunt, rub my back or somethin’, you know I’m sayin’? Let me vent to you sometimes baby. Hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha I told ’em hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha

G Herbo – Control (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Hello, whats up, I’m in the studio. No, hell no, no, no I don’t got nothing, I’ma call you back, I’ma call you back man, I’ma call you back when I leave the studio

[Hook]
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time

[Verse 1]
She a scorpio
Oh, she like that devil though
Oh, but I can’t let her go
She used to be my homie though
Now act like she don’t know me though
And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her
I’m doing shows but I’m still calling and still texting her
She fuck with me cause I stay real, no I don’t flex to her
In states with different hoes but she couldn’t tell when I laid next to her
But minus that she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up
He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her
A lil down bitch, he think she a rider
But she think he a provider
He (?) the designer
Really only fuck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup
Let her have the keys if you drive something
She don’t let him fuck if he ain’t buy her nothing
I’m MOB and I let God be my witness
Feds she told everything, don’t let ’em know your business
These bitches

[Hook]
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time

[Verse 2]
Say she ain’t never going back to not having shit
She say she ain’t gave a nigga her heart who ain’t damage it
She say she can’t stand niggas, she say we so scandalous
She say she can’t fall in love, her heart like a mannequin
This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panicking
Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about
She just want a new car, she want a new bag
She don’t fuck with last season, she want that new swag
She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash
Dex put her on Balmain, ain’t even buy his ass a du-rag
When that paper dried up, that’s when she moved back
These bitches ain’t shit dog, I already knew that
She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes
She just want control in your mind, in your soul
In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes
That’s a double wrong, what you focused on?

[Hook]
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time

G Herbo – Tired (feat. Lil Bibby) (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Hope it all pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive
See my face pop up on Channel 5, talking about a homicide
He was caught laid out on Essex Ave gunned down a bunch of times
No gun on me so that means I lied in all them fucking rhymes
I ain’t tryna go out like that, how the whole city run they mouth like that
Got a .40 cocked back, hollow tip magazine, yeah I leave out the house like that
Gotta stay lowkey, I ain’t been off lean but I’m ready to bounce right back
Getting tired of everybody putting stress on me, fuck around and relapse right back
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
Tired of being around my homies dying, seen too many homicides
Kobe’s last breath right before my eyes, shit had me traumatized
I’m so sick and tired of being tired, I don’t even exercise

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
I tote me a big .45, I’m tired of eights, I’m tired of nines
Niggas got my name in they mouth, guess they ain’t never gonna get tired of dying
I’m tired of trying, I’m tired of flying, I’m tired of niggas lying
Bout to move down south, cop a big ass house, I need some peace and quiet
I was always silent, grew up violent, adapted to my climate
Fly as a pilot, please come try it, I stay with my sidekick
I already cocked back, pussy nigga top back, put a bullet hole in your Sox cap
Niggas wanna start rumors like I ain’t got shooters, tell ’em hating ass niggas stop that
I know real drug lords and I really fought war why the hell you think I bought these guns for?
40 Glock with the beam, pull up on the scene, I make all the niggas run for it
See me out in the town, got at least 30,000, so them hating ass niggas come for it
I ain’t worried about the bread, put a hundred on your head, make all my lil niggas hunt for him

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Outro: Lil Bibby]
I said if you wanna get ahead sometimes you gotta go with doubt you feel me? You have to make a lot of sacrifices for this shit man, you know what I’m saying? A wise man once told me, he said Bibby you want something you never had, you gotta do something you ain’t never did. You feel me? He said Bibby you having too much fun, you know what I’m saying? It’s grind time man and I like niggas to be on my ass sometimes man. Look, push me, they push me to go harder, you know what I’m saying?

G Herbo – Havin’ Shit (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo…. G HERBO!!

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 1]
BITCH, IT’S G HERBO!!
Yeah, I know you know me
I be gettin’ dough
I been tourin, remember
I was poor that had to be at least 7 years ago
At 14 we was out there on that savage shit
In the hood we beat niggas snatching, smashing shit
Now I might be in LA smoking that Cali shit (Pasto)
Up in Barney fucking up the Mcqueen and I’m just
Buying shit
15 racks in my Balmain you can see it poking
40 tuck so tight don’t even look like I got it on me
Stay in your lane you a fuck nigga, no you not my homie
I don’t got nothing for no nigga I just got it on me

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 2]
Look 2015 I did like 120 shows
I’ll pop a 65, 10,10,10,10,10K
I was sipping on drank
Blowing off stank, fucked off 50K
And when I went broke, I saw my last
I dont know what to say
I didn’t do no crying, got off my ass, ran up a 100K
I had that money running laps like I’m late
Them packs were outta town, I don’t remember her name
By the time my 18th birthday I was up a 100K
Rubber band up at my momma house
I don’t have no fucking bank
I remember my sophomore high school teacher said what I couldn’t make
She made like 24 a year, my Bezel 38 (BITCH!)

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

G Herbo – Something (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit

[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain’t jog or nothing
I ain’t lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y’all, I ain’t brag or nothing
Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain’t let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, had me a (?) or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y’all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that shit don’t count for nothing
When I told ’em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love ’em
Come backstage, they let me fuck ’em
Free (?) don’t owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it
She can board her flight
Lil (?) might get her something to go, I guess I’m sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I’m not regular, no I’m not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can’t leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I’m there too long I gotta move
Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don’t like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don’t leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
(?) everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the score button
Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling 47 with the torch running
(?) on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my niggas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon
But we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain’t no cops killing us
Ain’t no ops killing us
Some say I might sound cocky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I’m gon’ get home where I’m from that’s (?)
Where I’m from shit get scary, niggas get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don’t you double dare me
I’m from the Eastside of Chicago
I’m Gucci where I go
Niggas know me where I go
I’m an OG where I go
You can’t help what you born with
But it’s on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go

G Herbo – Eastside Story (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
RIP them niggas, hah

[Verse]
Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the back
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was micced down in ’05
Timbos and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout fonem all the time
Back when Grams lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real running wild
WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
8 bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time
Fuck with OGs off the fire
Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd
Four of them fucking up the wheel
I ran (?), ain’t fuck with (?)
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Acting East can’t hit it for the (?)
Five to nine, (?) to (?) and (?) was on the map
Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
Used to do pelly coats with his crew back
Chrome buck 50, smash the new gat
Leather (?) with the weed (?)
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, ain’t need to say more
Bust so hard, make you wanna shoot back
(?) don’t do that
Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, why talk about ’em?
All they like us niggas bitch made
Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
Made 1800 on a good day
Don’t end up dead or broke
Go jail like a (?) is what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
I’m on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, "hello"
Got smoke like Dero, remember walking (?)
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was running the east
Turning into Herbo G
The big humble beast, ay

G Herbo – At The Light (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
So much money keep coming, I get it like "what I’ma do with that?"
Buy choppas and clips hold a hunnid, now what I’ma do with that?
Wonder who I’ma shoot with that
Ride through the 8 block and the Rugers clap
Call up J.Dot, broad day face shot
Hollows make his face drop, knock his noodles back
Now how true is that?
Yeah my niggas they doing that
All black, lets go do a hit
Hoodie on, they like "who is that?"
We at war, we got stupid shit
Talking 50 shot macs with the cooling kit
Fazoland where I’m cooling at
Bodies drop, I don’t got nothing to do with that
And man it’s crazy, that I ain’t even made it, but these niggas hate me
And I’m patient cuz I’m still in 1st place, but I ain’t even racing
I’m just sprinting to 100’s and 50’s and Beamers and Bentleys
Yea its with me, if you want it come get me
I move with that semi
Don’t come near me, cause I’ll act a fool with that semi
In that new SRT8 with a whole pint of drank and a tool in this hemi
Heater right on my lap yea so I’m cool in this Hemi
And when I stop at the light I make sure I grip tight on that pipe

[Hook]
I know niggas out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I’ll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights (2x)

[Verse 2]
Me and Kobe off ACT with the sprite
He just left and they took his life
Wish the lord woulda just let him fight
But don’t trip man its gon be aight
Cuz I got lil niggas tryna earn stripes
I could write them a check for your life
They might walk up and check you tonight
40 sneeze we gon’ bless you tonight
Mask up broski, lets do it right
Catch a crowd bring them choppas out
Ain’t no shooting out the car, nah bro’nem hopping out
Yea, smash on sight fuck the cops we gon’ pop it out
And we stay in the field, block busting I’m popping out
NO LIMIT’s what’s popping now
City love me, ain’t nun else to talk about
Labels all on my bumper now
Call Mikk like "bro, what they talking bout?"
If they ain’t talking them M’s, ain’t none else to talk about
Wait ’till my tape drop, watch the label start stalking now

[Hook]
I know niggas out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I’ll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights (2x)

G Herbo – Koolin’ (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro]
I’m just koolin til my tape drop
Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape
Let’s get it
GANGGGG!!

[Verse 1]
10 birds in the Louie bag
Wrapped up in the glad top
Hop straight in the Audi, 9 tucked in the stash box
Got thousands everywhere
There’s money piling everywhere
Why the cops hot on our block?
Man, there’s violence everywhere
Boy don’t try us, why you think you hear them sirens in the air?
Hollows flying, mommas cryin
There’s homies sighin’ over there
We start rollin thru them blocks
Whips stolen, shooting Glocks
Man down, blew his top, then walk around like "who was shot?"
And we not talkin to the cops, so we don’t know what’s true or not
And bitch I cop so many fits to rock, don’t know whats new or not
It’s Lil Herbie I got lots of swag
True religion all that
Went to town workin lots of jabs
True religion skull cap
Talkin shit then get ya skull cracked
Beat that nigga wit a ball bat
Pussy niggas I ain’t dealin wit em’
Let the 50 hit em’ to resolve that
Why the whips so hot
I spend 10 grand tomorrow
I promise ima make it all back
Ima ball so hard, don’t got no competition
City know that ima dog now
And my money long, just imagine all the niggas tryna call my phone now
When I was on the block, you ain’t really think that I could do it on my own NAH
Now im on the road, smokin doin shows, you think you could come along? NAH
But nah you ain’t real
Nigga you ain’t really real
And if you was in a jam and you had to give up info, you’ll tell
Don’t walk up on me, what’s the deal?
Mally paranoid let the semi spill

CRAHHHH!!!

[Hook]
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole

[Verse 2]
You niggas foolish, im just coolin and yall still losin
I see you tryna steal my shit, but yall can still use it
And I ain’t trippin bout that bitch, man she’s still useless
Nah, I ain’t tryna save that ho, but you can still do it
Im bout my paper, im just chasin
Remy keep the chaser
He said im broke, yeah he’s a hater, he must be mistaken
Pull up in all types of whips
They all excite ya bitch
On Instagram yall like to kick
She always bite the dick
Got no time for relationships
Catch me on flights n’ shit
Or im in the 9 in the nicest whips
Runnin thru lights n’ shit
Told myself if this shit take off then I just might get rich
Can’t forget bout that hellhole, I spent my life in it

[Hook]
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole

G Herbo – Fight Or Flight (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don’t exist!"
And just cause she’ll suck ya dick, don’t mean you could trust the bitch!
I’m just giving you the real
Cause I don’t come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
I’m from where mothers don’t care and babies get killed
Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
And it’s hard for a young, black nigga like myself
Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
So that means if you yourself they think you’re everybody else
So I don’t care ’bout no one else
Just my family and myself
Yeah, that’s just my way of thinkin’
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it’s cool
I’m still livin’ over East
We still chillin’, sippin’ lean
Smokin’ swishas, stackin’ hunnits to the ceilin’
We still winnin’
We just fightin’ to survive
It’s a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
They used to say…

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

[Verse 2]
Lil Herb, I’m the actual
Hottest young nigga comin’ out the murder capital
Spit lyrics that when real niggas hear it they just capture you
But don’t let it capture you
They like, "Fuck who went before you, who the hottest after you?"
That actual answer is unanswerable
Haters try to answer, but who the fuck was askin’ you?
And it’s true, I’m the truth
I just grind, no excuse
And broke niggas I won’t stoop to a level low as you
I gotta get it, I ain’t down with it
All the shit I did, I can’t slip
So I’m dying with it
Any nigga try and get it!
They try to be with it
See me? I gotta be with it!
Won’t ever leave my squad, but I can’t put my family in it
My family in it, can’t confuse family with business
NO LIMIT MB, we’ll fuck ya family nigga
It’s family dinner, break bread everyday
Pray my circle never break
And I can hear my momma say, "Look…"

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

G Herbo – 4 Minutes Of Hell (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

Intro(Lets get it! Fazo Land Roc Bloc L’s)

[Verse 1] (Lil Herb)
I remember growing up tryin get it
Gotta eat by any means, for that green I was with it
But I had to humble down I learned
Money come around now I’m tryin to raid the town
So my clips scrape the ground
If I’m riding round ima get that
Petty stains i ain’t with that
Never fed in to the chit chat
Cause these fuck niggas they’ll act hard til the mac spark
Leave em flatlined in the backyard thats a quick hit
Scratch the hit list
My lil niggas gone flip shit
Don’t tolerate no bitch shit
Mossbergs that’s 6’6 better duck from the bucks
Buck after buck, 1 leave em stuck 2 leave em slumped Throw the pumps in the trunk
Knuck if you want if he jump he a chump
Better watch how he move if he clutch he’ll dump
I ain’t worried bout em, I ain’t taking no L’s
Only heard about em cause the old heads told stories about em
And Rel just told me, Herb man fuck em up
And that’s what ima do, so if you riding, man buckle up
You know its goin down, so the guys gone knuckle up
We booming on the work, so on the first they come and fuck with us
They know we got that drop, yall rocks playing double dutch
Stepped on concrete, washed out like laundry
Pharrow in the cut Dooski twisting up the blunt
And Remo in the garage and grab the ozz so we can stunt
I be getting money, keep it coming, new joints on my feet for nothing
Bitches always staring at me, trying to get a piece of something
And they can’t get a piece of shit, still i make them eat the dick
I’ll never be a stain, and I’m always Fazo Land so ill never be a lame
Niggas playing hard to kill, That’ll never be a game cause if we catch you we doing you
Farewells at funerals, hollow tips get to chewing you
Let him see the light
Ain’t no time to revive he gone rest in peace tonight
Make him fight for his life
Pussy nigga should have never brought a knife to the fight
Tell his moms her baby boy lost his life to a pipe
Thats gone break her whole heart
Have her all on the news like my bae was so smart, he should have took another route
Then she tried to testify, so we took the mother out
Bitch we grimy on the 9, we get reckless on the 8
We the reason why they got all them detectives on the 8
But we ain’t snitching, so we safe
No face, no case, The rats get the whole thang
Cops snatch me up, I don’t know shit but my whole name
Sweep off the 8, blow one and back to the dope game
Flip a ounce and cop a drop top whiter than cocaine
With my doe up, the strip gone blow up like propane
If we deep in the streets, we taking up both lanes
John walking with the thang
He shooting like D Gaines
Don’t get it brought to your front door
Jamal on Muskegan posted up like Mutombo
Thrax packs for the low, them 7’s go for the honcho
If he short, he in debt

He don’t pay and leave em wet
Overtime in the trap, im tryin make this nina stretch
If you front us for a dime, put some ether in his neck
Maintenace man hate the block, cause we always leave a mess
And they call us hotboyz, but we always leave em wet
And the ops don’t come outside cause they always need a vest
I’m on the Ave. all night, so i always needa rest
I got a couple of keys to stretch
So my trap on D’s and F’s
My niggas on they P’s and Q’s out here wilding squeezing Tecs
And my bitches fiend for sex cause i leave em steaming wet

[Outro]
[Lets get it man Fazo Land
Roc Bloc Vito City, be real
Nothing, Welcome to Fazo Land the mixtape, L’s]