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Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Pillow Talk (feat. Manny Lotus) (The Letter O Album) letras

[Intro: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
It’s Dame D.O.L.L.A
She gone get that pillow talk

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I don’t pay for nothing
You ain’t bout to be a [?]
Got a nice slice too
That’s my [?] you feel [?]
Center of attention, when she in the building
Her potential endless, she ain’t got no ceilings
Keep it playa though, I’ll be the boss and she the sweetheart
Raised in the gutter
Keep it classy with some street smart
Help me keep that balance, me and her we ride that seesaw
She back that thang all up on your body while I sweettalk
I’m honest, she like that
I text her, I get one write back
I say "Hi", she say "[?]"
I’m smiling, I’m feeling that arousment
She say that I look childish, but I got me some mileage
She gon respect this pilot, [?]
[Hook 1: Manny Lotus (Dame D.O.L.L.A)]
She just want the pillow talk (She gone get this pillow talk)
Latifah said it all, this what you been looking for
She just want the pillow talk (She gone get that pillow talk)
Latifah said it all, this what you been looking for
Show me what you made of (Show me, show me)
Yeah, why do you trip
I’m hoping that we could take some
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I love the way we do us, we always be vibin
She say that she love the fact that I just finished college
She work with the doctors, worry about her [?]
I say she look fine, not appreciate the [?]
She like [?] if I’m healthy
Keisha [?], them cheetah print leggings
Ouuui, Man I’m at a loss for words
All that’s on my mind is verbs
That action I deserve
She say no, she got some nerve
I might kick her to the curb, nah I’m [?] where the speakers
She always rock my sneakers and be cheering in the bleachers
I call her to my altar, let me practice what I’m preaching
I come across the world baby girl, just to see you

[Hook 2: Manny Lotus (Dame D.O.L.L.A)]
She just want the pillow talk (She gone get this pillow talk)
Latifah said it all, this what you been looking for
She just want the pillow talk (She gone get that pillow talk)
Latifah said it all, this what you been looking for
Show me what you made of (Show me, show me)
Yeah, why do you trip
I’m hoping that we could take some
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Latifah said it all (We about to set it off)
She just want the pillow talk (She just want that pillow talk)
Latifah said it all (We about to set it off)
She just want the pillow talk, this what you been looking for
Show me what you made of
Body a trip, I’m hoping that we could take some
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Outro: Manny Lotus]
They don’t get us, cause we define love
They don’t get us, cause we define love
They don’t get us, cause we define love
They don’t get us, no they don’t get us

Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Baggage (feat. Adrian Marcel) (The Letter O Album) letras

[Hook: Adrian Marcel]
Living my dreams like I never had a nightmare
I’m ahead, I’m ahead, talking like light years
I don’t see the same things when I’m way, when I’m way up, when I’m way up
It’s hard to make it harder to stay up, stay up, stay up
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been seeing, I’ve been learning, I’ve been learning
Money show you how the world turning, money show
Old friends say I’m different ’cause I’m earning, I’m earning
What’s a bridge when it’s burning

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
It ain’t the mountains ahead that weigh you down
It’s the pebble in your shoe, heavy in my boots
Invested in the dream now I’m living on the screen
Everybody want the fruits, they say I got the juice
Humble beginnings is finished now I’m making millions
Funny how when tables get turned so do attendance
People get a title like loyalty come with pension
My mind should be at ease, but I’m the one that [?] attention
I heard my boy at the crib was talking down like (what?)
Dame ain’t the same, he up on cloud nine
What an excuse to try give your pride a boost (sucker)
I gotta cut you loose but we could call it all a truce (it’s love)
I hit my pops, he like "you owe these people nothing
Tell ’em what it is and it’s not up for discussion
You gotta stand for something or you bound to fall for nothing"
Crazy how I got all, at times it’s like I’m suffering

[Hook: Adrian Marcel]
Living my dreams like I never had a nightmare
I’m ahead, I’m ahead, talking like light years
I don’t see the same things when I’m way, when I’m way up, when I’m way up
It’s hard to make it harder to stay up, stay up, stay up
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been seeing, I’ve been learning, I’ve been learning
Money show you how the world turning, money show
Old friends say I’m different ’cause I’m earning, I’m earning
What’s a bridge when it’s burning

[Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
The way I think is different, hard for me to pass a message (D.O.L.L.A.)
‘Cause every word I speak is like a class in session
I mean well but the cash in my jeans swells so they probably take offense or it might just not ring bells
People I was tight with, now we ain’t got much in common
Thinking about the times when we ain’t complete assignments
Sad to think about all my friends that turned to violence, when they was showing promise
I’m just paying homage
I feel like a victim of success, it’s lonely at the top
Every accomplishment people take the drop
A lot of vacant spots and struggling, I hate to watch
And more money, more problems, [?] tell them right
I started [?] that Jesus really the reason, I’m healthy every season and protected from the demons
And gold-digging women, that’s [?] all over [?]
A life of cold guy game got the boy feeling anemic

[Hook: Adrian Marcel]
Living my dreams like I never had a nightmare
I’m ahead, I’m ahead, talking like light years
I don’t see the same things when I’m way, when I’m way up, when I’m way up
It’s hard to make it harder to stay up, stay up, stay up
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been seeing, I’ve been learning, I’ve been learning
Money show you how the world turning, money show
Old friends say I’m different ’cause I’m earning, I’m earning
What’s a bridge when it’s burning

Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Hero (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Bonus Track) (The Letter O Album) letras

[Hook]
I just want you to know (Everybody needs a hero)
There is so much more (Everybody needs a hero)
When you try (You should try)
When you try (You will try)
When you try (You should try)

[Verse 1]
I wanna see us all rise above that poverty line
Teach them how to cross the T’s, put a dot on them I’s
A lot of folks fell victim high, lot of them died
Swallow pride to survive and it got me some time
It’s hard to play the block early, go to school late
I wonder what the world see when the product turn great
And start getting cake, fitting but he ain’t fake
Can’t put him in a box cause he attracting real estate
He went to college, got a degree and he polished
Respectful to say the least, and them records he just demolished
Proud of the place that bred him, give credit to his accomplice
Still involved with the streets, if they hit him he still responsive
It’s a jungle out there, people watch your back
And watch your front because people be tryna front
I ain’t got them kind of problems, never been the type to stunt
Where I’m from that gets you burnt and I’m not yearning for the sun
[Hook]
I just want you to know (Everybody needs a hero)
There is so much more (Everybody needs a hero)
When you try (You should try)
When you try (You will try)
When you try (You should try)

[Verse 2]
Growing up seemed like all the ones that was doing good
Was just around so they could say they loyal to the hood
I mean some was like football gods, that’ll show the strength of them slumdog odds
Sometimes you gotta move away to make away
Devil wants you coming back when you should stay away
I learned to do it for myself and you could say today
That’s the road that paper play, now we ain’t saving paper plates
I swear I wish that I could drive that bus
With them hood stars and has-beens that grind like us
Try to shine like us, but it’s a fine line
Trust me when I tell you we can thrive with a mind like us
A world different that’ll kill you if you ask for
Something in the air we breathe, you need a mask for
I’d rather see my folks with stamps up on their passports
I stay in touch because I be feeling like the last source

[Hook]
I just want you to know (Everybody needs a hero)
There is so much more (Everybody needs a hero)
When you try (You should try)
When you try (You will try)
When you try (You should try)

[Verse 3]
I done been robbed at gunpoint, failed a couple classes
Grew apart from friendships I thought was everlasting
Changed me for the better, I ain’t end up in a casket
Held on for the ride, my side seatbelt was fastened
Share my life experience because it just got sweet
And I can’t recall a time when my guts got weak
Golly, you can’t tell me we ain’t capable of rising
Tryna get the people following like I’m Verizon
It’s crazy how I feel the ones that genuine
When I’m hearing they stories feel like a [?]
Or we like one in the same, we like a synonym
I be defending them because I be really feeling them
My whole circle got degrees and weight up on they shoulders
Steady jobbing making sure them kids do what they supposed to
To the top with my seat hot, boy, I’m like Erik Spoelstra
For all the marbles, I’m colder than 2 from Villanova

[Hook]
I just want you to know (Everybody needs a hero)
There is so much more (Everybody needs a hero)
When you try (You should try)
When you try (You will try)
When you try (You should try)

ONE OK ROCK – Taking Off (Sub Ita) letras

Stuck in the same routine
Living an empty dream
When am I gonna wake up
Thought we had it right
Now it’s an endless night
Where is it gonna take us

Realizing, everything I love is slowly killing me

I know I know
We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell
‘Cause I’m never gonna let it go

音もたてず崩れ落ちた
視界から消える
狂う秒針
巻き戻す
取り戻せない何かがある

Realizing, everything I love is slowly killing me

I know I know
We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell
‘Cause I’m never gonna let it go

Don’t lie, you know everything you do is killing me

I know I know
We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell

We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell
‘Cause I’m never gonna let it go

Rich The Kid – Don’t Want Her letras

[Intro]
Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
Ya, I just want her [?] faster

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 1]
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
"Flexin’ on Purpose", then ya nigga had to sit back
Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
[?] ice in my wrist watch
Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
Kissed a ho and I’m [?], she sick
Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
Call me the goat
Too much lean, got a purple fo
I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
Nigga they tryna be me
Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
I got a foreign, I just make her count it
All of my business don’t need no accountant
Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 2]
Keep on winning, got the face up
[?] with a back up
Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
Cut her off with a scizor
Countin’ money, get a spinner
Nigga fall like the winner
Came for the ball and gotta flex up
See a hundred, got a [?] keep callin’
Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
Wake up with [?] and old Benjamins
Change a check, yeah dat way
Countin’ money, get a headache
Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

PnB Rock – Want It All (feat. Styles P) letras

[Hook]
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything

[Verse 1]
Spit it for the streets cause I know that’s what they want
When it come to work for them fiends I got that A-1
When I say that A-1, I ain’t talkin’ steak sauce
Bitch I’m talkin’ 9, 10, quarters and them 8 balls
Spit it for the jails know what it [?] feel like
Prolly ain’t gon’ be a fucking star but bitch I still
Rest in peace to Moe
I miss ’em we was drill type
Shit, ain’t a day ain’t around [?]
All I do is get high, fuck bitches, get fly
Blowing money fast while these niggas barely get by
Don’t know how they falter
Niggas always broke, man
But everywhere you go them fiends always wanna smoke, man
And I’ma get it right back
Put your chopper to the sky and wave it side to side
She keep it real high ’til the law come
And when they come, just pray
Just cause they make the law, we gon’ break it
That’s real shit
Real niggas do real things
Loyalty is a lifestyle that niggas don’t live, man
Lean told me that when I was upstate
Did a little bid, he was real cause he wrote me back
Real nigga facts, I sold crack to my man mom
Can’t change the past nor I can predict the future
This the gutter that mean it was real like Martin Luther
I had a dream I would make it some day
No job, DCC5, shit I was slanging yay
Know what I do is wrong, that’s why everyday I pray
[?] life of a [?] and continue with my name
Shit, fuck it I can’t help it I’ma muscle up
Movin’ weight these niggas still pushing double up
Been doing this since my bitch was playing double dutch
And we the same age since a youngin’ I was cuttin’ up
Chop it up raw, hood on smash
58, 12 skinnies put it in the bag
That was in the past this the present time
Nigga need work you say hoe let me call my line
‘What’s up Watt I need a couple jaws’
Like nigga why you cussing on my fucking phone
Ain’t God called back [?]
I got what you need just bring my cash
Send my youngin’ on a mission bring that chicken back
[?] flippin pack
Where they do that at, not around here
And if you not from ’round here no need to come around here
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I jsut want it all, I just wanna ball
Me and my homies spending millions at the mall
Came a long way from hustling up in the hall
Waiting on a trip for customer to call
Baby want the crib with the waterfall
Balmain, Hermes, vacations in the fall
Vacations in the winter in tropical resort
100 P’s in the town that I’m tryna cop ’em all
Tryna knock ’em off, then tryna cop some more
You was told that tough shit this what the Glock for
You tell these hoes you married
My niggas ain’t from Houston but we let them rockets off
You ain’t doing shit but you said you poppin’ off
You really got that bag and drop it off
This is PnB Rock and Ghost from D-Block
I want it all if it’s dirty money give me a detox

[Hook]
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything

YG – One Time Comin’ letras

[Intro]
One time comin’, yeah, put your shoes on nigga
The one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 1]
Oh shit, oh shit, drivin’ while black on some floss shit
Gotta stay strapped, stay cautious
Young nigga ain’t tryna see the coffin
Oh shit, oh shit, one time got behind me, we all sick
Hurry up, put the gun in the stash, calm yo ass
Put your hands up, you know how the law get
Oh, one time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
One time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
Told my daughter "Daddy love you" when I left the crib
Can’t take the money with you, so I iced out my wrist
Thug ass nigga when I’m eatin’, don’t interfere
Maybach, rear view mirror, saw the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 2]
Do the Forrest Gump, do the Forrest Gump
Get away young nigga
Do the Money dance, do the Money dance
Get paid young nigga
Our life, they tryna take away young nigga
Feelin’ like Pac, where them better days young nigga?
I’m on my own shit, I ain’t your slave my nigga
What’s your plan? Get rich then hire all niggas
Let’s celebrate, doin’ the Money dance
Walk in this bitch lookin’ like a hundred grand
Oh, feelin’ like a fuckin’ man
I’m so over the top, they don’t understand
Black man, black man, black man
They don’t want us sellin’ records, only want us sellin’ crack man
But now I’m whoopin’ ass and me and racist folks always clashin’
Now the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Bridge]
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
‘Cause our family’s scattered?
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
You ain’t ’bout to pop me, I’m like fuck that
Fuck that, nigga fuck that
Nigga, nigga, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, nigga fuck that

[Shortened Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin

Boodah DARR – Will Call letras

[Verse 1]
None of you niggas could ever kill me and I’m standing on it
The day is gon’ come when you’ll need us nigga and I’m planning on it
My circle is smaller then periods, you are not C.C.M. period
Cream City Motion an Empire, all of my niggas imperial
With my brother we was trapping out, looking for toys in the cereal
Now we hit the mall and then we cashing out, only copping if it got the serial
Most of you niggas emotional, skrt skrt, then I hit the corner
Fire flame, hit you with the burner
Cool the army, get away with murder

[Chorus]
Niggas change when they see the chains, but I’m never changing up
All my niggas, they been riding with me since a nigga gave a fuck
All the bitches that I used to have, they done left me in the cold
But I ain’t tripping, I’m a get this money and I’m steady rolling dope

[Hook]
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
I’m rolling up…

[Verse 2]
Dark skin bitches all love me ’cause they a nigga looking real special
Old bitch tryna’ run back to a nigga but she not David Hester
Rolling up dope, for bitches that’s loving the smoke
Showing no love ’cause niggas be hoes
Fresher than most, the gold in my mouth to the level that’s stood at my toes
I’m trapping, I’m running the floor with my woes
Better yet running the [?] with my [?]
Better yet taking the city from niggas that do not deserve it ’cause niggas ain’t loyal, shit
Trap packed with a couple grams and the Hennessy
Motivation from the niggas hating, still mother fuck all my enemies, shh

[Chorus]
Niggas change when they see the chains, but I’m never changing up
All my niggas, they been riding with me since a nigga gave a fuck
All the bitches that I used to have, they done left me in the cold
But I ain’t tripping, I’m a get this money and I’m steady rolling dope

[Hook]
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
Rolling up dope
I’m rolling up dope
I’m rolling up…

DNCE – Body Moves (Sub Español) letras

[DNCE]
Side to side
Walking home. Stumbling home
Getting curious
On your mind. Change of minds
Dirty mind. Not so serious

Coming for you baby, friend
How ’bout that body moves? Me and you
Body moves

Coming home with me. Oh, baby
Let it loose. Me and you
Body moves

I don’t need it but you know how bad I want it
And your touch has got me haunted but I like it
Coming for you baby, friend.
How ’bout that body moves? Me an you
Body moves
Got all night.
Show me more. A little more
It’s getting dangerous
Yeah. All my life. Yeah
Waiting for, to make sure
You feel dangerous
The stars above will light the way
Just take my hand and hear the words I say
And when the morning comes, well I will stay

Gotta know
Gotta know
That I’m feelin’ this

Joe Budden – Three (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Joe as Derrick]
My name’s Derrick, I’m from Queens right there on Merrick
Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
Gotta lil’ sister and my pops just perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torture
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds was against me, murder in the second degree
Made it less cuz I gave ’em a plea
That’s the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
When all niggas kno me for is the past
And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash
They know if something ever sparked it’ll cock it and blast
Now I’m tryna live straight and get my act together
But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together
Long time ago, when I wasn’t home she was cleaning my room
Cried when she found a gat in the dresser
Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!
But with all the dirt I was doing
I felt like I had to protect her, I had to protect us
Stead of me sellin’ crack forever
She rather me in ShopRite, getting bags together
Past endeavors, won’t allow me to get work
Forced me to get work
On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you’ll hire me
NIGGA DON’T LIE TO ME!
I gotta lil sister that’s nine
Plus moms is chillin’, wit some new dude I think she feeling
But he don’t help with the bills and I’m back on the strip
So we don’t go broke, I’m back to this hammer that I have to tote
Stash ya kno, I’m killin’ em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke
Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash
And those two checks a month that mom get don’t last
Lil Sally’s real young, she developing fast
Oh, you thinking the same thing, it’s a hell of a task
Then it clicked me, plain clothes, cops came to get me
But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me
And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant
They knew about it all they said they had an informant
I’m back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I’m back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
But society ain’t made for niggas to live right
Mommy just write
Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight
And I’ll be home real soon, don’t cry, it’s aiight

[Hook]
I know it might seem like it’s all good
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I know it might seem like it’s all good
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it’s like in the hood

[Joe as Sally]
My names Sally, and I’m from Queens I’m not happy
Dad passed away, moms remarried
I gotta big bro, but he’s in jail
Moms said for some things that he used to sell
And I’m always with step-dad, his names Beau
And theres some things about him that my mom don’t kno
And he says if I tell that it won’t be pretty
And I’m really scared of em, he’s already hit me
He touches me places I don’t like it
And I ain’t talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss
I mean touch me places that’s private
And he don’t just touch he put summin inside it
He says the more he does that, I’ll start to like it
Hand over my mouth so I’m quiet
Moms only wit ’em cuz our money is low
I’m sixteen but I’m shaped like a twenty year old
And my moms in love so she makes excuses
But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises
Why step daddy gotta take me thru this
Help, somebody, I’m getting raped I can’t do this
Nobody understands I’m weary
Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me
Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion
All the while moaning and pushin
You try to push him, he’s getting bothered
You yell and you scream but he starts going harder
Trust me, it’s summin you don’t wanna be apart of
Cuz even when it’s over, your life, it’ll scar ya
Visit my bro, he can tell I’m sad
Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I’m fat
He can tell I’m mad
But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that?
Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?
Yep, thought you’d agree so I keep it all to me
Baby on the way, and I’m not working
And I kno it’s his cause I used to be a virgin
Derrick says he’ll handle it, wipe my tears
He don’t know, this is what it’s like for years
And it falls on def ears
Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don’t leave us alone
Some secrets are hard to keep
Some secrets make it hard to sleep
And sleep is the only time I feel safe
Still the act haunts me, and I kno I’mma wake up with step daddy on me

[Hook]
I know it might seem like it’s all good
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I know it might seem like it’s all good
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it’s like in the hood

[Joe as Beau]
My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with
But she’s always in church, real religious
I hadda son he was young he was gifted
Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas
Three shots close range with a handgun
I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam’s son
I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder
And went on a manhunt just to kill they father
Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend
That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge
Derricks coming home now, and he’s gonna get it
And I kno he’ll be lookin for me with a biscuit
Not hard to find, got them TECs in handy, and
I’m in his house having sex with him family
I got his mom on the bed and the canopy
And I’m with his sister molesting her candy
Now he know it all
His friend probably told em, and you can’t hide nothing in a hood so small

[Joe as a Narrator]
But then it came Sunday, Beau ain’t hafta work
Just humped on Sally, Pam’s in church
Derrick bust in, Beau just froze
White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes
Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau"
And then he reach to his hip and let a few of ’em go
Cause he’s packin but Sally starts gaspin
Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions
Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat
Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that’s coming
Now Sally’s in the crossfire, screams out stop
Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hot
Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops
Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked
Barricades up, yep, you already kno y’all
Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars
Cops on the mega phone, "come down now"
But it all calmed down somehow
Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms
Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms
Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray
Nope! Shots done ricochet, cops take him away
And now some niggas miss em
But it wasn’t the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggas wit em
When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred
There’s some type of way kid, we’re all related
When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred
Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis
This type of shit happens everyday kid

[Hook]
I know it might seem like it’s all good
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I know it might seem like it’s all good
But this is what it’s like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it’s like in the hood

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson"
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

Joe Budden – Serious (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, "What you was sayin’, man?"
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

Joe Budden – By Law (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
See I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Go ahead and judge me, I ain’t gotta honor y’all
Shit, I told the judge I’ll sit, never mind the bond
Nigga I won’t budge in this bitch, it’s like I’m a don
You can’t con a con
Left from the long arm of the law
Actin’ right as if my momma involved
My monologue say I’m back at it
One life, so son live it
I’m committed, never did it and wish that I undid it
Young kiddies listen, the one talkin’ ain’t really with it
Just forget it, would they be talkin’ if they was really with it
Come visit and see that the loudest one ain’t the one with it
And the one with it is the last one you want with it
Been stabbed and jumped slitted
Bad, then son ascended
And I pum-chika-chika-chika-pum-pum-ch-pum-chika
Every verse about me, worded proudly
Never worry or doubt me if you heard about me
Awake with nightmares, grew with murder around me
I’m still hitting my shmoney (shout) Shmurda and Rowdy
Ayyye, calling a bluff
I’m grown so I never think anything’s more than it was like horrible bud
Never beefin’ over these bitches cause it’s more that I love
I ain’t warring with cuz over what she’s offering but
She got my hammer on rock, I’m like Thor in the club
While she semi off the Remy bitch got my dick all the way up

[Pre-Hook: Jazzy]
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It’s not OK if I don’t do as bad if I do too much
Still got nothing, what you expecting from me
Why else you checking for me
Got nowhere left here to spare, I guess that’s my fault

[Hook: Jazzy & Joe Budden]
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I’m just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride though, I know
Niggas ’round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I’ma always be a real nigga that’s by law

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
See I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Go ahead and judge me, I ain’t gotta honor y’all
Shit, I told the judge I’ll sit, never mind the bond
Nigga I won’t budge in this bitch, it’s like I’m a don
You can’t con a con
Left from the long arm of the law
Actin’ right as if my momma involved
My monologue say I’m back at it
One life, so son live it
I’m committed, never did it and wish that I undid it

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Look what the Lords been agin
Straight from the horses jaws of hay
With an enormous rage weighin’
Unfortunate we don’t know the origin but it’s important is all they sayin
This a formal statement
The airports are delaying got reporters waiting
Live from a caucus in a Secaucus basement
For Rage to leave the cage like a lawless agent
A psycho ward patient that’s often pacing
Was Rage dragging a corpse like a dog with Steak-umms
For the organization’s inauguration
I got shooters on call with the 4’s just aching
In the four door Explorer with the awful gray tints
Notes over ya head, this a orchestration
How it is when the author give the authorization
Imploring you all to ignore the baiting
You gon’ give ya opinion they gon’ call it hatin’
By law
Yeah nigga I know
Still gotta ride though I know
Yeah nigga I know
Look, now the side show I don’t play it
I might have my nigga Tory (Say it)
See we live by a code
Lemme see u get ’em, get ’em
Real nigga by law

[Pre-Hook: Jazzy]
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It’s not OK if I don’t do as bad if I do too much
Still got nothing, what you expecting from me
Why else you checking for me
Got nowhere left here to spare, I guess that’s my fault

[Hook: Jazzy & Joe Budden]
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I’m just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride though, I know
Niggas ’round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I’ma always be a real nigga that’s by law

Joe Budden – Flex (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Hook 1: Tory Lanez]
Shawty made me feel like the summer time
Feelin’ like the summers mine
Yeah, she don’t know the nights that a nigga went
To hang for a hundred grins, a hundred grins
She don’t know the nights that a nigga been
Down for a hundred nights, yeah, down for a hundred grinds
I been on a mission, I been on a mission
I need you and shawty kissin’, I been on a mission
It ain’t too much that I listen, but I listen

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, the text read "At my place you wanna meet?"
Her mouth saying hello, her legs were saying peace
Her alarm in the morning when she wake up to the D
And now half of the bed wet as she lay naked on the sheets
Biting down on the pillows, swear she take it like a G
When we finish it’s to the mission, gotta make it through the streets
We go our separate ways, take a break and let it breathe
Say the same about her face, with all that makeup she don’t need
Listen, our conversation is best in the moment
That stimulation to me is greater than sex in the moment
Least until later when I know we’ll have sex in a moment
She’ll fake sleep for a second and then she’ll press up on it, ayy
Sometimes I’ll wild out and let her friends watch
Sometimes we’ll pick a show and just binge watch
That’s how we get to round four, we should of been stopped
Dead quiet when she flex, could hear a pin drop

[Hook 2: Tory Lanez (Joe Budden)]
Shawty made me feel like the summer time
(She make me…uh)
Feelin’ like the summers mine
Girl you got something
Uh oh, I’m horny again for ya
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
(I like that shit you be doing)
Like doing that, like to go baby
(You know that shit you be doing)
Baby
(I fucks with it)
I wanna get to know you

[Verse 2: Fabolous (Joe Budden)]
I be out late tryna get it but you wait up for me
Missed dinner cause cause I’m eating, tell ’em put a plate up for me
They be comin’ sideways, you gon’ get that straight up from me
It’s always get your weight up not your hate up from me
They came to me for finessin’ baby
By they time they get to you, it’s just a blessin’ baby
They tried to overlook me, under estimate me
Shinin’ like a diamond I guess I been under pressure lately
Makeup off and she still pretty
I’m on my way and I’m still litty
I like her cause she needs no practice
Don’t wear panties, I like easy access
Know her role like she’s an actress
Laid up with your boy, jeans in the mattress
Four AM, flexin’ on them lonely hoes
Sippin’ Bobby Brown, Tenderoni flows
My heart belongs to a Roni
She’s my only lover, she’s my only love
(One more again it go)
My heart belongs to a Roni
She’s my only lover, she’s my only love

[Hook 2: Tory Lanez (Joe Budden)]
Shawty made me feel like the summer time
(She make me…)
Feelin’ like the summers mine
Girl you got something
(You know what you do to me)
Uh oh, I’m horny again for ya
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Go ahead)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (I like it when she flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (I like it when she flex)

[Outro: Tory Lanez (Joe Budden)]
It’s obvious you got
It’s obvious you got
Obvious you got
(Go, go, go, go)
Oh baby drinking, smoking and whistling please
[?]
(I love it when she…when she flex)
Oh yeah, oh
Shawty the people stop [?]
(I love it when she flex)

Joe Budden – Forget (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Verse]
Faces be looking familiar, sometimes it’s hard to know
I’ve been in a whole lot of places, I’ve met a lot of folks
Ain’t had a window to open, needed a pot to throw
In my hood the story of Mouse is one you gotta know
Could ask ma to push the i8 Beamer
Can’t remember where I seen her, I think it was La Marina
Singing all the words to Trina
Whole demeanor said freak like old pictures of Adina
But now all these broads shaped the same and waist trained
I’m on my third passport, I can’t remember these niggas
Like all the faces is blurred of most these industry niggas
Mean game somewhile for an inkling of the fame
And I can spot them from their accents when I’m thinking of their name
I’ve seen dames sip pink champagne
And do drugs that’ll put Charlie Sheen to shame
Off my penis until I came
The drugs over these years made its way to my mental
Pardon if I don’t remember when you gave me a demo
Or that one night we met up in Aces
When it count ’em an accountant, I’m just better with faces
So it’s regular Joe, a regular wherever if I’mma go
That’s since forever ago, so it’s however it could go, Joey

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for?
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge, but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is more popular
But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Where’s all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three’s company, how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound, I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin’, guess who orderin’ ’em
I’m pointin’ at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
I mean, the money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot my answer is "why the fuck not?"
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods out there fuckin’ with cops
Know they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s Joe

Joe Budden – Time For Work (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. 35 and up, 35 and up only. Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. Call us up, 1-800-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit. We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

Joe Budden – Wrong One (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Hook]
Let’s get some shit out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners like we don’t own those
Blasting this fully automatic, that’s soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one

[Verse 1]
They say if money didn’t change you, you ain’t make enough
They say if you ain’t down to bust then never say it’s tough
Got a black bitch with a body, name her Nina Skill
Don’t do the back and forth racket, but Serena will
There’s some couple rules I’mma share with you two
Know, niggas gon’ hate you for whatever you do
To let it off you gon’ need a right hand and the right wrist
And using the beam mean there was a chance that you might miss
A nigga wanna send me a message, have it delivered to me
Ticket on the coupe, sheriff ain’t even give it to me
They want me killed, I’m ready for it
Means I’ve written my will, so I’m ready for it
But I’m real so be ready for it
Cans and Desi’s for sport
Camouflage and the cameras, some batteries, we ramming doors
We ain’t amateurs at all
I flew but said my mans in the accord
That’s tha plan moving forward
Til’ I learn to get these hammers on board, dawg?

[Hook]
Let’s get some shit out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners like we don’t own those
Blasting this fully automatic, that’s soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one

[Verse 2]
Tell them bitches they can all come
Three ain’t mind sharing as long as I get them all to cum
One was an alcoholic, I swear she was drinking all the rum
Two live together Uptown, but be on Fordham some
Scooped them from the Bronx, in a small bed and breakfast fam
What was ironic was these bitches couldn’t put egg to pan
[?] thing got naked to tan
Or maybe to skinny dip but she ain’t wanna wear the pants
I mean I pulled up to the block, swore I was never Neverland
Hard wood all over the crib, stepped in the middle and
Gave her the "I’ve been missing you"-dick, she never left again
Now the bitch depressed again, I don’t need the stress again
Steal from Rage might as well send it back
I got shooters everywhere, where you gonna spend it at? murder
Still a reason they made the dress code
Figure I ain’t wanna spread bloodshed on nice clothes

[Hook]
Let’s get some shit out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners like we don’t owe those
Blasting this fully automatic, that’s soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one

Joe Budden – I Wanna Know (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

I’m bout to say some shit to you
I might need you to answer back (Top)
Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
I ain’t gotta come home and see that
(Top) Let me talk to you for a minute

I want to know..
I, want to know.. know, know know
Know
I believe I know
You’ll be my baby, baby

Let me talk to ’em
First off, all the questionin, I thought we was above that
We got some time and act like you wish to jerk that
C’mon don’t tell me that we already endin
And fuck I need to cheat on you for, I’m already winnin
It’s like (I want to know) if I got a exit them tensions
Callin her names, tryin to make her feel like less of a woman
But nah, picture I shady, WON’T lie and say I DON’T lie
Once or twice maybe, forever you my lady MY
You gorgeous but, it’s more than just your hips that talk
It’s good, but want more
It’s how we laugh, you know shall we not
My better half slash your eyes the vibe we got, it’s like
(I want to know) If I’m real in a deal
And then, she want to know if I feel how she feel
And real when I’m dealin, please believe boo
Won’t deceive you – it’s not just a want, I need you

I want to know if you’ll always be my baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
I need to know he’ll always be me baby
(You my heart, my all, my wife)
I want to know if you’ll always be my baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
(Bad enough that the mic give me feedback)
(I ain’t gotta come home and see that)

It’s like (I want to know) if I’m at some other broad’s
Laughin in bed, she got it all mapped in her head
Ma, I’m all about, you and me
But you slowly losin me when you keep accusin me
I know why you be askin where I came from
Nothin wrong with arguin but we havin the same ones
Either you gon’ ride out or you gon’ spoil it
Either you gon’ take a shit or get up off of the toilet
It’s like (I want to know) if I be lyin to her
Or if I think these other birds finer than her, so
So when your man’s on the road, he don’t see you
I don’t want the sex to be the only thing that keeps you
I give you my all, just holla at me if you want more
You tired of hearin ’bout me talkin ’bout a jump off
You my girl, my wiz, my life
Ma we can’t go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma

It’s like (I want to know) if my career catches fire
Out of all the woman in the world, why her?
Hold up now you gettin mad at yourself
Just take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself
How many times I gotta tell ya, boo you all that I got
How many times I gotta tell ya, be secure in your spot
I understand so I can’t knock it, but I’m your man stop it
Checkin my two-way, and goin through my pants pockets
It’s no need, you my girl, my wiz, my life
Look ma you my heart, my all, my wife; and you pissed
‘Cause you know other chicks would LOVE to smash your man
I tell ’em I’m aight, I take pride in that I’m your man
(My friends keep tellin me you ain’t shit)
I done been through this before baby, same shit
Long as we know what we got, we can carry on boo
We can’t go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma

It’s like (I want to know) if my career catches fire
Out of all the woman in the world, why her?
Hold up now you gettin mad at yourself
Just take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself
How many times I gotta tell ya, boo you all that I got
How many times I gotta tell ya, be secure in your spot
I understand so I can’t knock it, but I’m your man stop it
Checkin my two-way, and goin through my pants pockets
It’s no need, you my girl, my wiz, my life
Look ma you my heart, my all, my wife; and you pissed
‘Cause you know other chicks would LOVE to smash your man
I tell ’em I’m aight, I take pride in that I’m your man
(My friends keep tellin me you ain’t shit)
I done been through this before baby, same shit
Long as we know what we got, we can carry on boo
We can’t go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma

My girl, your wiz, your life
Your heart, your soul, your wife
I will be everything to you, oh baby
I want to know, if you’ll always be my baby…

Joe Budden – Idols (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Look, long live your idols, may they never be your rivals
Rakim was like Jesus, Chuck D wrote the Bible
G-Rap was God, I learned to punch from Kane
Lived in Queens so on Farmers we would see Todd James
Remember the cover of Black Panther with the fat gold chains
Then Slick Rick had a million of ’em
So I wanted a million of ’em
Yeah, back in my first days
When we ain’t know who was the nicest nigga in 3rd Base
Which emcee was the worst before my emcee search
Some niggas thought Pete Nice, me, I thought MC Serch
This before I ever met Em, way before "Hammer Dance"
This when I was asking Carrie Anne to make me Hammer pants
Smooth B was dope, Greg Nice had character
Before I ever knew image would even matter, bruh
Ice Cube raised me, gotta mention Gang Starr
Me and Premier tight right now, we in the same squad
Always tell me stories on the game and how it changed, y’all
Life don’t always come full circle, I can’t explain, God
Teacher to student
The overlap and the generational gap I’m seeing is prudent
So when I speak of pursuing
What we deemed as mere dreams and illusions
Albeit a nuisance
I’m brewing from eyes that have seen through it
It’s no time for even a body to be reclusive
Execs’ll feed you excuses, and if its seasoned, you chew it
We got old ideologies, I think we should renew it
The psychology for some of that reasoning’s even stupid
For me it’s deeper than music, much deeper than music
They stole our musical freedom, up next it’s freedom of music
As a tenth grade drop-out I’m watching the aftermath
Of everything streaming and doing the extremist
This is true shit
Don’t take a genius to see the genius is stewing
Ain’t got the reach to do it, so let me reach you can do it
It go

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Look, look
If you live long you see your idols be your rivals
Hov was like the GOAT, congratulations on Tidal
Salute, you broke through many barriers for us
When we couldn’t move the needle you carried us for us
Look forward, maybe in 30 years they’ll implore us
Push to the back of the red ignore us
I think we nearing that border
Mr. Carter, who gon’ fare for the authors?
They only there to extort us
Who gon be there to record us, nigga?
Even deeper who gon’ care for our daughters?
And our sons just the vultures
We keep handing them the culture
And the hip-hop that raised this kid is one that spoke up
I’m pessimistic, I won’t even get my hopes us
But if it’s gon’ all implode before it blow up
Need more than overcharging for what they did to the Cold Crush
Just a PSA in lieu of the movement
Can’t get a quarter back now, what about future music?
Really

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So if I’m gone when tomorrow come
The mission for my only-born when tomorrow come
How will we receive songs when tomorrow come?
Here’s my study for understudies to borrow from
New Rage & Machine, nigga, we got this
Is what you hear when label ideas meet a plot twist
Used to be faded from the killer talk
Now we suffocating from the pillow talk
Every verse like, “damn, y’all love chivalry”
They offer me fame as a man, I chose dignity
Guess everything ain’t for everybody
Maybe everybody ain’t for everything
It ain’t a thing, I’m looking through my career
I’m more the long game dude on how I choose to prepare
Not the richest, just the sickest, ask the dudes in your tier
Knew if I made it to the top I’d hate the views from up there
We don’t value the same shit, I spoke through a despair
Stood out before it was cool to be weird, my nigga, you just appear
Before these niggas hit puberty
I was online talking like it’s just you and me
The foolery, but since we hopping like rabbits
Calling everything that’s dropping a classic
With all this modern day practice
Tactics that should rot in the ashes
Some are cut from the same cloth
Some have forgotten the fabric, listen
Raised a nigga that you rather leave at bay
She ain’t walking in naked, she ain’t fashionably late
Have her bring your good shoes so you can dodge around the rumors
In a suit that light the room up like Robert Downey Jr.’s
Fifth to the court tell I did this before
Without a bearing ask Karen, nothing civil in war
It’s civil war, to judging off the shit that I saw
I’m trying to leave it so our kids’ll have more
Tomorrow is bigger than all

Jerreau – Persevere (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah
I’m just happy to be back you know
I ain’t been in this, in this booth in a minute, you know
Niggas, niggas been going through shit and shit (haha)
But thats life though
You know, you got to like persevere and what not
Ain’t that what they tell you? (hah)
Word up
Yeah
What’s up?
Ugh
Look

[Verse 1]
Born and raised in Columbus
A product of the Southside
800 South Champion, that’s where I learned not to die
Gun shots through the night, ghetto birds in the sky
I walked to and from school, black boys can’t fly
You can do anything, the greatest lie ever told
I told myself all the time, sometimes you just got to lie
Because the system is broken, and the scales are tipped
And that city school to prison pipeline do exist
You miss what you don’t shoot, I’m a hundred percent
It’s real in the field, don’t come off that bench
How you raise your gun, before you raise your fist?
But how you raise your fist, before you raise you voice?
You ain’t a man you a boy, damn what you heard
Got to speak up, rest in peace, my niggas lost they voice
I’ve been trying to cut back, I got a drink in my hand
I’ve been trying to stack up, I need more paper damn
I’ve been trying to spend time with my immediate fam
But that don’t never pan out, swear they don’t know who I am
I was raised in the church, no I don’t go no more
See I got to find God, for myself, you should know
That’s why I quit that job, I got to work for my own
I got to pull my own load, I got to build me a home
Motherfuck being broke, damn this shit is depressing
And I just got word, my ex girlfriend pregnant
And I feel indifferent, not cause I’m jealous
You should know I feel indifferent about a lot of shit
But when you’re chasing a dream, you miss out on some shit
It’s like 3 or 4 girls I could have settled down with
But fuck it I’ll be that nigga that you never forget
And you love it, I’m still that nigga, don’t you ever forget
I come through with the who want it? Like anybody can get it
Like it’s open to the public, like fuck it
It’s Fly U! Three the hard way like a foul and a bucket
F U, if you don’t love it
In my feelings like that, sometimes it be like that
Allahu akbar, I’m just happy to be here
Sip this champagne, then spit at your women friend
Leaving you smiling from ear to ear, I’m at your neck
I need more gold chains and better sex
It never happens how you plan it, what’s next?
I’m in a Range with Ramos right now
Another hour driving LJ’s ghost right now
The first time behind the wheel of a quarter mill
I told myself, I need this feeling everyday by now
But right now, I ain’t eating, and it’s hunting season
I need three meals a day, I’m three M’s away
Get my mom a new place, give her moon she need space
It’s never not okay, and it’s slave for yourself until that day
What’s up?
[outro]
It’s the Greater Than Club, what’s up, wassup?

It never happens how you plan it nigga
But get your money how you planned it nigga
Long as the ladies love a nigga, Imma always be that nigga
Whats up?

Jerreau – Really Got It (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro]
Yea
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Ay
Get your numbers up
I had to get my numbers up (un)
Now I got it like they gave it to me
But I took it, they ain’t give it to me
She really do, she really do it to me
God knew it for me
Yea it really fit, it’s a shoo-in for me (un)
I started hoopin’ for the Nike check
I played tennis for the Rolex
I be in Miami never seen a beach
Fuck in the Fontainebleau when you saw me
She was all on me I had to get her off
I just came to get these women and these fits off
I’m everywhere, I just didn’t get no pics off
You was there, shit you saw me get my shit off
Oh, oh you heard about it?
Damn these niggas love to gossip
Damn I had to get it poppin
I ain’t had no running game
I ain’t have no options
Now I really got It

[Hook]
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through a nigga had to do it
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through

[Verse 2]
Damn I love it when they get it
She know I got it
Fuck a critic and a cynic
Invite her over
I ain’t expect shit
Alcohol for dinner turned to gum for breakfast
Exit stage left on some clever shit
Like, got to pick up my pops from the airport and shit
White lies and shit
Told ya’ll I ain’t shit
I’m Federer with the serve
Kershaw with the curve
Tony Stewart with the swerve
I’m so sin-surre
Damn I love it when they throw it back
My lil quarterback, I had to run it back (yea)
I had to leave so I could bring it back (look)
The real is back how real is that? (un)
I pull up in something
Hop out like it’s nothing
Nike tech on the dresser
You wanna style her
I wanna undress her
Then give her the ‘best of’
It’s no compilation
My niggas be flexin’
Damn
It’s muscle memory to us now
Before I was up I had to stay down (yea)
Now I bat a thousand now (un)
BankReau a hundred million now

[Hook]
Yeah
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through a nigga had to do it
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through

Jerreau – Hunt & Trap (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro]

Un
[Hook: Jerreau]
Hunt and trap all night with all of my niggas
How would you figure, we get figures?
I told her point to a real nigga
She point to me, like you the realest
Hunt and trap all night with all of my niggas
How would you figure, we get figures?
I’m inspired by everything that you don’t see
Real Niggas do real things

[Verse 1: Jerreau]

Posted on the block, nigga shoot your shot
Get that shit out of here, nigga, I think that I’m Pac
Leave your ass caput
You should read a book, I was double booked
Artist to artist, I did for the look
I wasn’t underrated, nigga, I was over-looked
Nigga, you just got a good look
I been car shopping all my life, I been through a lot
I don’t fuck with the police, but that Porsche I’m a cop
Never happens how you plan, its never told how it happens
Other than making money, I don’t know what I’d be doin’ if I wasn’t rappin’
I ain’t a actor, I ain’t got a stage name, it’s Jerreau everyday
I can’t change, I can’t break a dollar – I’m too stuck in my ways
Cursin’ like a sailor, but fuck it, I’m on a wave
And I never be the reason why a hoe gets paid
And I never be the reason why my niggas late
Check the date date
Un

[Hook: Jerreau]
Hunt and trap all night with all of my niggas
How would you figure, we get figures?
I told her point to a real nigga
She point to me, like you the realest
Hunt and trap all night with all of my niggas
How would you figure, we get figures?
I’m inspired by everything that you don’t see
Real Niggas do real things

[Verse 2: Jerreau]
I look like the 84 draft
High post, Hakeem
Low post, Barkley
H-town, Phily
Met her in Salt Lake City, she never wanted to soak
I’ma playa for real, one helluva stroke
Only son that’s balling
Marcus? Jeffrey? Fuck it, Jerreau and these hoes really know
Work day, it’s mid day, I’m day drinking
House of Balloons, Coming Down, it’s The Weeknd
Couple bands down, shit hurt like paper cut
But I bounce back, like band-aid
Blessings up, like everyday
Get you money, then get you paid
You do the work, keep the faith – no other way
Sitting sideways, paused in a daze – the same way
I’m one of the greats, I shot make it, hand in my face
It’s never too late, nigga who said that lied to your face
My cousin’s case got dismissed, that nigga come home today
Aye

[Hook: Jerreau]
Hunt and trap all night with all of my niggas
How would you figure, we get figures?
I told her point to a real nigga
She point to me, like you the realest
Hunt and trap all night with all of my niggas
How would you figure, we get figures?
I’m inspired by everything that you don’t see
Real Niggas do real things

Jerreau – Make A Play (M.A.P) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 1]
I had to run up the score, I had to get back
I had to run up the floor, I had to hustle
I had to stop fucking with ya’ll, I had to mature (yeah)
I had to start saving some more
So I had to start making some more
You don’t know how I did it cause I did it with out ya’ll
You wasn’t there no you wasn’t involved
Oh God, help me get this off
One of one, I’m good with those odds
And I ain’t taking nothing back from ya’ll
Don’t send no drinks we’ll send them back
And don’t send no shots, its the same with that
I was down bad, now I’m up, no missed lay ups
For 200 Ms, I might have to D Rose the knee up
Euro step to the bank, travel like I need a Beamer
All my niggas believers (yeah)
I don’t need no more people (no)
PJ Rose in the VIP with my feet up, in my Adidas

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 2]
Lights on just to front, I’mma pull up, hop out
Imma do my own stunts, Imma do how I want
First they love you then hate you, then they love you again
The same ones burning your jersey the same ones cheering again
But fuck it
Let em all in, invite em all in
Hop in that Benz, hop out of that Benz
Call all of your friends, tell all of your friends
We in Vegas at Wynn, she came through for the win
She pulled up for the win, on some game winning shit
This where it begins, this where it all ends
On some I started this shit, I’m gon’ finish this shit
And I’m not for the play, I’m in street clothes today
Study all of my tapes, then I’m back in the gym
I’m back on they heals, I’m back in LA
Shit I’m back in the hills, hit shorty like I need to score on this break
Thought I wanted a deal, I signed my deal, then got out of my deal
Free agent, for real but we did it for real
Shoutout all the niggas that all got me here, at least it was real
And that’s how I feel, now it’s a new feel

[Hook] x 2
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

Jerreau – Looking For Something (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, ugh, follow me
Yeah, just follow me

[Verse 1]
And they never invite me round
Then say "you always out of town
Follow through and follow up
Pick up the phone can you do that much?"
But they never hit me up
Then say "you never keep in touch"
It’s a two way street I don’t want to always feel like we catching up
But you still holding on, to what got away
Let you tell it, you let it go
But that’s just some shit you say
That make you feel better about decisions you make, no
It’s not alright it’s not okay, no
It’s not becoming of you tomorrow, damn
Sure as hell ain’t today
There’s a hell of a disconnect
From what you say you want
To what you seek out
To the shit that you accept
In retrospect I would have done things different
Then I would have made other of mistakes
You got to live with it, then build with it
Damn, the shit feel different
But it’s not about me, this is not about you
This it not about us, this is not about love
It’s not about much, there’s nothing between us
It’s not what it was, todays hate is yesterdays love
I think it’s best we keep it like it is, girl just because

[Hook x2]
I been looking for something
I don’t know what it is, I ain’t found it yet
I won’t stop for nothing
I don’t know what it is, when my mind is set
I can’t stop for nothing, I can’t stop for nothing
I hope it’s not in vein, and it’s not for nothing
I been looking for something
I don’t know what it is, I ain’t found it yet
I won’t stop for nothing
I don’t know what it is, when my mind is set
I can’t stop for nothing, I can’t stop for nothing
I hope it’s not in vein, and it’s not for nothing

[Verse 2]
Spinning out of control, Jesus take the wheel
The wound is too deep to heal, it hurts me still
I’m drinking distilled, for keeping it real
My cousin just died for real, he took his own life
This shit is too real, when and where did I fail
He just had a son, just came back from jail
No I don’t smoke but I will
I just bought me a gram, I just rolled me a L
Jerreau be still, this too shall pass
I’m talking to self, I’m looking for help
I won’t carry no water, but I’m back at the well
Now where do I go, where do we go from here?
I’m lost as hell

[Hook x2]
I been looking for something
I don’t know what it is, I ain’t found it yet
I won’t stop for nothing
I don’t know what it is, when my mind is set
I can’t stop for nothing, I can’t stop for nothing
I hope it’s not in vein, and it’s not for nothing
I been looking for something
I don’t know what it is, I ain’t found it yet
I won’t stop for nothing
I don’t know what it is, when my mind is set
I can’t stop for nothing, I can’t stop for nothing
I hope it’s not in vein, and it’s not for nothing

[Outro]
All the sacrifices you made for it
Then you look up and ask, what do I have to show for?
Hope these questions don’t last, hope these questions don’t last

Jerreau – Love For You 2 (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Verse 1]
I knew some of my old girls never were mine
I never took it personal I never did cry
I know I sold myself short but damn them women was fine
And memories don’t lie we had a hell of time
That’s shallow but every end of my pool ain’t deep
That’s cool if that’s not how you think
But to find myself, gotta be honest with me
And balance and moderation that’s really the key
I left the city, you think they forgot about me?
You think that they know that I had to leave?
You think they rooting for me?
You think they checking for me?
You think they know I know it’s them and not me? (hah)
Every nigga ain’t hating and all the bitches don’t love it
And everybody don’t love you
And always ask what’s the budget
Cause everybody want something
Want Something for nothing
I mean something from nothing
Never asked how they want it
It’s not all about money they couldn’t stay down if you payed em
So do what’s best for the team sometime you sign and you trade em
Problem with loyalty they all got they own definition
That’s why I keep to myself that’s why I keep all my distance
Forgive but never forgetting
Lost but never forgotten
Everybody stay scheming, that’s what I always stay plotting
We could go through the same thing and take different shit from it
That’s why I keep to myself
That’s why I never be judging

[Hook]
They only love you you when you got something for them
I got nothing but love for them (Yeah)
It’s only right that you show off for them
Pull off in something Foreign

[Verse 2]
I touched down and touch the city, to see who miss me
I ain’t trying to hear ain’t no love in the heart of the city
The suns out, girl you could use a long kiss from me
I know cloud ass niggas got fake smiles and disses for me
For the Same reasons niggas hate niggas got love for me
And that’s okay with me I can’t make them love me
Now I remember there’s nothing promised here I had to go get it
Something meaningful something consistent
Did some things that we can’t walk back
You Said some things that you can’t take back
Words matter you should care more about em
You shouldn’t shoot off like that
That’s how people get hurt like that
And girl I know you know that
I wrote a song you can sing but it’s not about you
You know every word, you probably think this song about you
You can only hate someone as much as you love them
And a lot of these women out here looking for husbands
Who you loving? Who you want to be hugging?
You know who you are, I’m just saying
I’m not judging
I don’t know ya’ll anymore even my brothers looking like distance cousins
That’s not how I want it but fuck it
Smoking cohibas in the villa, now we in Vegas
Yamazaki whiskey, sip slow let’s get faded
Never how you plan but keep your vision
Multi before I die Million Dollar Mission

[Hook]
They only love you you when you got something for them
I got nothing but love for them (Yeah)
It’s only right that you show off for them
Pull off in something Foreign

Jerreau – The Flow (Four Stories) [feat. Kaine] (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah I know but you know how that go
We been avoiding tough questions
Just going with the flow

[Verse 1]
Good dude, you know I love you like free food
You only call when you and your mans are going through
I know you, you won’t quit until a new job hires you
That’s why I can’t fuck with you
Too indecisive, every year you start and stop school
If I was you, I’d take some time out to find you
Or you’ll be some next man’s other woman soon
No I don’t know why the fuck I’m fucking with you, ooh

[Hook #1: Kaine & Jerreau]

(Kaine)
Girl you doing too much
Why can’t you go with the flow? (yeah)
Girl your doing too much
Just go with the flow (yeah)
Girl your doing too much
Why can’t you go with the flow?

(Jerreau)
Yeah I know but you know how that go
We been avoiding tough questions
Just going with the flow

[Verse 2]
I be doing shit cause it’s convenient
I don’t really mean it, I’m starting to see it
You remind of somebody I don’t want to be with
But I’m right here, still coming over, still at your crib
We converse about bullshit, and other shit
Talk about everything but how this going to end
Damn, I’m starting to notice a trend
If we ain’t hanging out, you staying in the crib
I think she falling for the kid, yeah

[Hook #1]

[Verse 3]
We were on your balcony staring at the moon
Drinks in hand, catching up, listening to tunes
You kiss me on my neck, whisper some provocative shit
And then your friend walked in, then shit got weird
Started off platonic now we here
What happens when your friends fall for other friends?
I sound pretentious
But you got to be specific bout your intentions
Cause "Reau" will hit it, you got to deal with it

[Bridge: Kaine & Jerreau]
Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl
Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl
Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl
Girl, Girl, go with the flow
Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl
Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl
Girl, Girl, Girl

Yeah I know but you know how that goes
We been avoiding tough questions
Just going with the flow

[Verse 4]
You text me like, you saved my life
You gave me game, I took your advice
Who knew? Used to ride around with shorty
Had the windows down, music on
No destination, her and I had simple fun
But, to many options equal none
And that attention that you seek
Really made you look weak
And we be on too the next like next week
You text, can we fuck again?
I didn’t want to want it, but I did yeah

[Hook #1]

[Verse 5]
If I miss you I’ll tell you, don’t ask I might lie
Vibe with me, vibes don’t lie
I’m too picky I get bored too easy
Miss me with that, "I need you to need me"
It’s not because I don’t know its cause I don’t care
I tried to told you how it go, but you wasn’t all there
Unless they tell you the only one, presume that you’re not
And just because you start, don’t presume it will stop

[Outro]
Yeah I know but you know how that go
We been avoiding tough questions
Just going with the flow
Yeah I know how that go
Avoiding tough questions
Just going with the flow, oh

Never mention your name ladies, promise respect
Shit

Jerreau – Come Over (feat. Lolah Brown) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

(Come over, come over)

[Verse 1: Jerreau]
Yeah, Yeah
I don’t remember much, but I’ll never forget it
It happens everytime we kick it
I’m with it if you’re with it
Are you with it?
I’m with it
I wasn’t looking for it
But I’m not running from it (not running from it)
I’m not running from it
Now I say everything that I wanted
She ain’t trying to be alone
She asked what are you about to do
Let’s chill, just me and you
Whatchu wanna do (watchu wanna do)
Trying to figure if I can come see you
Can I come see you
You know it’s lit when I come through
And I’m like of course I wanna chill
I like it when you’re here
Make yourself at home
Like you ain’t never been here
No outside clothes in the bed
Like no shoes in the house (no, no, no)
You like it, I love it
Let’s see where this goes
Let’s figure it out
[Hook: Lolah Brown]
Can I stop by
See you tonight
Can I get with you
Just wanna be with you, babe
Can I stop by
See you tonight
Can I get with you
Just wanna be with you, babe

[Verse 2: Jerreau]
Uh
I don’t remember much, but I’ll never forget it
It happens everytime we kick it
I’m with it if you’re with it
Are you with it?
I’m with it
I wasn’t looking forward
But I’m not running from it (not running from it)
I’m not running from it
Now I say everything that I wanted
She FaceTime in my phone, good thing I’m alone
Shit good thing that I’m at home
I straighten up spot, do push ups and what not
Then I hear a knock
I set all the moods, I’m playing some jams
I’m running some tunes
Inquire some time I admire her mind
She said bring out the booze (yeah)
She 5’2" and she fine too
And everything she do will remind you
The kind of good you can’t turn a blind eye to
Got a grown man crush like in high school
I’m older now, more mature, I move different
Come as you are, but leave different
But when you go, don’t go missing

[Hook: Lolah Brown]
Can I stop by
See you tonight
Can I get with you
Just wanna be with you, babe
Can I stop by
See you tonight
Can I get with you
Just wanna be with you, babe

[Outro: Jerreau & Lolah Brown]
I’m older now, more mature, I move different
I’m older now, more mature, I move different (yeah)
I’m older now, more mature, I move different
Come as you are, believe different
And when you go, don’t go missing
Can I stop by
See you tonight
Can I get with you
Just wanna be with you, babe

Jerreau – All Night (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Hook]
(Stayed up talking all night)
Yeah, yeah
(Tired but we go all night
Baby I’ll roll, pass the blunt)
Uh
(Stayed up talking all night)
Yeah
(Take my body it’s so right)

[Verse 1: Jerreau]
I don’t need much, I’m on your time
Like make me feel important
Like can you make time? You work too hard
You don’t want to do nothing on your days off except get off, I know when I get that call (aye)
No more sex in the car, we’re behaving like teenagers
Unless you want to do it, I haven’t said no lately
But I got the, I got the drink at the house
And I might pull up on you now
I’m outside you should come down
Don’t need it now, need it right now
Gun go pop hear the sound
I’m coming down, she helping me down
I put you on then I hold you down
Real nigga holding you down
Just let me know what you want now
(what you want now, what you want now)

[Hook]
(Stayed up talking all night)
Yeah, yeah
(Tired but we go all night
Baby I’ll roll, pass the blunt)
Uh
(Stayed up talking all night)
Yeah
(Take my body it’s so right)

[Verse 2: Jerreau]
Hit shawty "Where you at?"
She come through like a sitter
She checking for me she look out for a nigga
No I ain’t never lie on my pockets or my dick (no)
That’s some sucker shit I ain’t with the sucker shit (yeah)
Been working on me like ain’t no women to miss
I’m just here for the check
I do everything but not anything for the check
This shit is easy, easy like fucking your ex
Pushup on her then I flex, rep after rep after rep
I don’t know, she don’t know what’s coming next
But I keep it coming she take what I give
She love it she said
She’s heard everything, but not what I said
I’m game tight, clicquot at the crib
We sip till we pissed, Talking all night

[Hook]
(Stayed up talking all night)
Yeah, yeah
(Tired but we go all night
Baby I’ll roll, pass the blunt)
Uh
(Stayed up talking all night)
Yeah
(Take my body it’s so right)

[Bridge]
I got the drink at the house
I might pull up on you now
I’m outside you should come down
I got the drink at the house
I might pull up on you now
I’m outside you should come down
Don’t need it now, need it right now
Don’t need it now, need it right now
I put you on and I hold you down
I put you on and I hold you down

(Stayed up talking all night)

Jerreau – Champagne (Ohh Baby) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro: Jerreau]

Yea
That’s just the shit that we do
Just the shit that we do
Is you wit it, is you wit it or not?
Uh
Probably not
[Verse 1: Jerreau]

One of my niggas got Beamer
Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer, E30 stunt wit my friends
Let it all work out I’m a flex, I ain’t been in no body’s gym
I live and work in myspace
When you gon come out and play? What neighborhood kids say
You should see where I stay
You should come to LA
She need to see how I live, you should just pull up and chill
Really be keeping it real
Best secret, I never tell
I need to make me some dough
Pay me for all my ideas, to the order of Bankreau
That MF, with the shits – he really is (un)
Art on my walls
I need work on call
Need you to tell me you love me and show and all
I need consenting adults, who’s up when I call
Who know why I called and down for the cause (uh)
I know you know why I called
Need cause on my walls, floating stair cases and all
In door, out door living space – floor to ceiling windows
Need private estates. My very own Xscape (escape)
Sing to me ‘who can I run to’ tell me it be ok (un)
Stack for a Wraith, save for a rainy day
But that’s far and few between, now that I’m out in LA
Look, this shit is Summer league, I need bottles to pop
I need curfew, I never make it home before dark

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 2: Jerreau]

Nah, we don’t go out like we did before
We take the music, women and drinks, where ever we go
AirBnb a house, check cell phones at the doe’
Cause they can’t live in the moment, shit you know how that go
They be textin’ me and shit but we don’t kick it no mo’
You never know who she really is ’till you say no
Younce like, I ain’t never said yes
Janet, that’s just the way love goes
Yo
Got groupies in a Uber lapped up, they can get it too
Her friends don’t even know that I rap, they just think I’m cool
Cool, till they start blockin’ on you
She sober, and an adult, shit let her choose
One won’t do, two is not enough
Win by two, that’s old school (un)
This new school, like when your family moved (un)
I had her at the crib like after school
Then she came first like after you (un)
Ended up at 1Oak after Avenue
I came a long way from Livingston Avenue
Music ain’t the half that I do
I do the math then go in half with you
Yea, look
Can’t wait on no nigga, that’s how you get left behind
Why wait? When you the one that gave these niggas a ride
Fully loaded AP, it’s almost that time
Runnin’ for Rolex president, take time
I look around at all these women, think it’ll be fine
I left the crib, moved west
Three hours behind, till ahead of you niggas
Some days I don’t want to rhyme
Damn, I got to get what’s mine
I don’t my niggas, there’s some shit that you just got to do
And I did some shit that I ain’t want to do
About to link up with my niggas how I always do
Get vittles, tear the block up and get respect – ain’t much to do

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 3: Jerreau]

Crew with your mouth closed, they will steal your food
They will take your culture, then sale it right back to you
Then shoot you
You got to pay funeral cost too
I’m brawny and brute and I stand 7’2
How I ball, there’s no substitute
Student and the teacher too
Never How You Plan, just the shit that we do