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Jazz Cartier – Make A Mess Lyrics ft. Ro Ransom

The rapper who has been holed up in the studio prepping his major label debut, Fleurever, which will release through Capital Records release his second collaboration with producer Mike Will Made It.

Diane Coffee – Eclipse (Pink Floyd Cover)

[Verse: Roger Waters]
All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow, or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

[Outro]
(There is no dark side in the moon really
Matter of fact it’s all dark)

FOLLOW – Brockhampton

He had a shaved head
Well yeah he looks old. [Pre-Intro: Zack Beitel]
I saw Will Ferrell last night
Where? What movie was he in-
I forget
[Intro: Robert Otenient]
Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de Saturacíon tres
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Nineteen, I got my first boyfriend
Nineteen, I almost signed to Def Jam
I remember being younger watching Space Jam
Told my mama that I wanna be the bald man
Got older, goals changed, needed gods plan
Got older, got a chain, nigga goddamn
Shit is gold and it hurt me when I walk man
And I ain’t got it, but I just got my advance
So I might cop it, yeah nigga that’s my energy
I might tell these niggas that they ain’t no friends to me
‘Cause I’m tired that these niggas sucking clout up
Like a motherfuckin’ ‘squito in the trough, bruh

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I got dirty money, minutes on my tracfone
I just bought a scale, now err’where a traphouse
I got on TV, then I turned into an asshole
‘Cause I ain’t selling dope or running with them bad folk
I’m eating shrimp and lobster, sitting next to white folk
Now I’m in Trader Joes with Birkenstock of iPhone
My agent called said they want me in the movies now
They used to call me ugly, turned ’em into groupies now
Now I’m on Melrose, I’m ready for my closeup
They call me pretty, need to put me on the poster
I write my name, then I buy a Tesla Roadster
I kill my haters then I leave ’em for the vultures
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Goddamn, man I think I need a therapist
Feel like a goldfish in the bowl with
Twenty other goldfish with the bowl switched
Bowl-cut or the mullet ’til I shaved it
Barely made it but I’m still here on my kickstand
Did the same shit that duffed Whitney Houston
They was boostin’ while I’m slurping from my sippy cup (sippy cup)
Need blue jeans, pulling out the pocket fluff (the pocket fluff)
Took it to myself like I hear my best friend (hello, hello, hello)
When I walk, see the arrogance flushing (hello, hello, hello)
Make the front page like Paris in the sex tape (oh)
Barely late to my first date with my therapist
[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]
Trusty press wear the colors of the ocean
Skeetin’ sad in my Supreme clothing
Hit my line if you ever need an OZ
Don’t hit my line if you think you know the old me
Have gassed ass plans in the e-class
And I’m still getting head on public transit
And I’m still really sad about my last chick
And I’m still ’bout to cry outta both heads
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow And Woody Harrelson
Just in a restaraunt I was walking down the street on La Brea
Will Ferrell and Woody Harrelson are-
They look old.

Kirk Knight & Nyck Caution – Audiopium (feat. Pro Era)

King Cap, you gave us vision
Audiopium
We keep the dope fiends itching
This that crack y’all been missing
Audiopium
Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
R.I.P. [Intro: Kirk Knight, CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$]
Sounds like another word
Yeah, Kirk, you gotta add your shit to this
Yo, my nigga, don’t even trip
I ain’t trippin’
You know we get the dollar slices for free
Too broke shit, bank rolls ya bitch
Know what I’m saying, we got them fiends round, all the way round the block twice, nigga
Pro Era
[Hook: Joey Bada$$ & CJ Fly]
Beast Coast stunna ’bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don’t need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio
Beast Coast stunna ’bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don’t need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio
[Verse 1: Nyck Caution & Dessy Hinds]
Yeah, I’m about to cop some more, it’s on me
Got the guap I’m toured
And cops circle ’round the block, know it’s time for sure
Ayo, keep that shit low nigga, lock the door
This shit pop when I got the chord

[Verse 2: Kirk Knight]
And I need more money yeah, por favor
And I sell a ton can’t wait, hold some more
Serve bass, got loud, got more in store
You ain’t do it like I do it, you ain’t popping boy
[Verse 3: Dessy Hinds]
Rap, no pop, record
They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
Then running with the packs like I pack them all
[Verse 4: Aaron Rose]
And we running like a pack of dogs
Pack the floor, the pack blast heat, leave ’em lacking thoughts
They can feel it in the streets so we tax ’em off
I gotta break up all my piece let ’em blast it off, audiopium
[Hook: Joey Bada$$ & CJ Fly]
Beast Coast stunna ’bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don’t need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio
Beast Coast stunna ’bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don’t need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio

[Verse 5: Rokamouth]
Still adding up my epiphanies
I shall abide to apply with all my abilities
Took all my alibis, bye for they lies when they tryna belittle me
Bid on me, guess you wanna see the bitter me
[Verse 6: Dirty Sanchez]
Chilling with the don and yeah it’s war, put a hit on me
You can smoke all you want, all you want bitch, just don’t fuck with my purp
I’m not finna work for no white man
Put that on my heart with my right hand
Latino heat, I do my dance
Watch the money roll like that’s my plan
I only hang with a gang full of leaders
I earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance
Fuck all my teachers, I’m hoping you see this
And everyone else that was non-believers
Sunshine and that knife in
47 shit, for forever, shit
You ain’t fucking with mine, whatever bitch
[Verse 7: Nyck Caution]
Whatever, Nyck spit sounding like Beretta clips
It’s been a minute but the Era got it’s members together
I’m with the world, got that notice
STEEZ quick to the catch yeah, want you back
Remember what was missing from the game
Audiopium, I’ll probably be addicted forever

[Bridge: Kirk Knight & CJ Fly]
Audiopium
We keep the dope fiends itching
This that crack y’all been missing
Audiopium
Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
R.I.P. Van Damme
Crushin’ strawberry, it’s the jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I’m killin’ this shit, until they bury me
My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupid King Cap, you gave us vision
[Outro: Capital STEEZ]
(Soul searchin’) ’till my flows are perfect
I ain’t trynna be a slave to grow old from workin’
Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin’ with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it’s so heavenly
That shit’ll get your hipster move with no 7D’s
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies
Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies
Grab a spoonful, we servin’ up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it’s hot
I’m flowin’ like a volcano, I’m drippin’ verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin’ on the block
Lookin’ for black kids, that spittin’ up acid
It’s in my jeans so don’t worry what my pants is
Get with the script it’s that ignorant shit
And we bound to get sick of it quick and I ain’t sealin’ my lips
It’s the shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin’ up like a ceiling fan
Droppin’ off jewels like Killa Cam’s man
When it comes to kickin’ verses I’m Mr.

Thirty Seconds To Mars – Walk On Water (Lyric Video)

Walk on water
Do you believe? Do you believe? Bloodlust and a holy war
Listen up, hear the patriots shout:
"Times are changing"
In the end, the choice was clear
Take a shot in the face of fear
Fist up in the fiery light
Times are changing
[Chorus]
Do you believe that you can walk on water? D you believe that you can win this fight tonight? [Outro]
Do you believe? Walk on water Walk on water
Do you believe? [Bridge]
Do you believe? (Do you believe? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? [Intro]
(Do you believe?) Walk on water
[Verse 1]
Can you even see what you’re fighting for? (Do you believe? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? Walk on water)
Do you believe that you can walk on water? Walk on water)
Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? Do you believe that you can walk on water? (Do you believe?)
[Verse 2]
Look at the sky, see a dying star
White lies, it’s a man on fire
Making love with the devil hurts
Times are changing
A thin line, the whole truth
The far right, the left view
Breaking all those promises made
Times are changing

[Chorus]
Do you believe that you can walk on water? Walk on water
[Chorus]
Do you believe that you can walk on water? Walk on water
Do you believe? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? Walk on water
Do you believe? Do you believe?

SZA – Normal Girl (At 2017 Black Girls Rock) (Live)

Normal girl, oh
I wish I was a normal girl
I’ll never be, no, never be uh
You like it, when I be, aggressive
You like when I say to you
"Get it if you got it, I’m ready and waitin’ for it
I’m callin’ to put it on", yeah
Like it, when I be aggressive
Love when I say to you
"Get it if you want it, I’m ready and I’m on fire
I’m burnin’ to put it on", yeah, yeah, yeah
Type of girl you wanna take home to mama
Wanna be the type of girl my daddy, he’d be proud of
Be proud of, be proud of, be proud, you know, you know
The type of girl you wanna take home right up to mama
The kind of girl, I know your fellas, they’d be proud of
I’ll be probably, I’ll be proud like, I’ll be probably a problem, oh
(No fantasy, no fantasy)
I really wish a was a normal girl
How do I be, how do I be a lady? How do I be a lady? You love the way I pop my top
Or how I lose my cool
Or how I look at you
Say why? It ain’t no fighting, no I can’t stop it
This took a while, yeah
For the way I pump my fist or how I bust my hip
For your affection, tryna be down
No fighting and no stoppin’
Stick around
Wish I was the type of girl you take over to mama
The type of girl, I know my daddy, he’d be proud of
Yeah, be proud of
Be proud of, be proud, you know, you know
Wanna be a type of girl, you take home to your mama
The type of girl, I know your fellas would be proud of
Be proud of, be proud of, be proud of, boy you know
Normal girl
I wish I was a normal girl, oh my
How do I be? Normal girl, oh
I wish I was a normal girl
I’ll never be, no never be, uh
This time next year I’ll be livin’ so good
Won’t remember your name, I swear
Livin’ so good, livin’ so good, livin’ so good
This time next year I’ll be livin’ so good
Won’t remember no pain, I swear
People got you figured out, I was just a normal girl
Normal girl, what do you say now? We own the world, ’cause we not going away now
Wait on yourself ’cause you can figure your way out
Normal girl
Why do you, babe?

Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike Vs. David Guetta – Complicated (feat. Kiiara)

Let’s not make it complicated
[Post-Chorus]
Let’s not make it complicated
Let’s not make it complicated

[Chorus]
Let’s not make it complicated
We can keep it simple, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Labels are so overrated
Let’s not make it complicated
Rules are meant for breaking, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Why don’t we just go get naked? Let’s not make it complicated
[Outro]
Let’s not make it complicated [Verse 1]
Pour another drink, I don’t wanna think
Oh, it’s been a long day
Get out of your head, smoking on my bed
Put that song on replay
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t worry now, look what we found
We don’t have to go all-in
Head in the clouds, both looking down
Doesn’t mean that we’re falling, oh
[Chorus]
We can keep it simple, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Labels are so overrated
Let’s not make it complicated
Rules are meant for breaking, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Why don’t we just go get naked? Let’s not make it complicated
[Post-Chorus]
Let’s not make it complicated
Let’s not make it complicated

[Verse 2]
Skinny dip at night, I can see your eyes
Searchin’ through the shadows
You don’t have to fight, I’ll let you decide
I can help you let go
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t worry now, look what we found
We don’t have to go all-in
Head in the clouds, both looking down
Doesn’t mean that we’re falling, oh
[Chorus]
We can keep it simple, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Labels are so overrated
Let’s not make it complicated
Rules are meant for breaking, baby
Let’s not make it complicated
Why don’t we just go get naked?

Desiigner – Liife (feat. Gucci Mane)

Music but we make that hood music (han)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (it’s Gucci!)
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Finest (git, grrah)
Desiigner
Hard to find
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrah
Git, git, grrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrah) he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money, put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater, you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D.

A$AP Ferg & Ski Mask The Slump God – ILoveYourAunt

Your bitch on my dick and she kissin’ the tip
Diamonds is blue, repping the Crip
I’m in Dior, rockin’ that Rick
Getting her top, rubbin’ her clit
Fuck a lil broad, she with the clique
Hammer go off, I’ma go click
Still live in Harlem, but I’m so rich
I go retarded, where my helmet? I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? Perfecto! How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch Pearl, I’m with Lil Boat
Want a damn big boat, Burberry peacoat
Flow like Pandico, matter fact Diesel, yup
Gas, diamonds illegal, yuh
Digital dash, he still in that Beetle, yup
Nigga be fly, just like a beetle, yuh
Paula McCartney, your girl like Atari, no
Your bitch is my darling, eat dick like she starving, yep
Just like she Britney, she wanna clean my dick head like
I’m in her kitty, but I still treat pussy like I’ll go broke
Bobby and Whitney, smoking that dick she addicted to pipe
Death always near me, like Billy, Mandy, Grim Reaper and a scythe
[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? Ayy ayy ayy, huh, huh
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Been in the booth for days
I’m in a coupe with Dave
Roof on the ‘Rari gone
Hit it like Barry Bonds
I’m like a deadly arm
Spit it like d-d-d-d-d-d-dit! How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
I put pearls all on my easy breezy cover lover girls
Lavagirl, way you look upon my bitch’s magnificent curls
Smell like hurl, [?]
Smokin’ on a Backwood pearled
And like Mrs. Diamonds is froze, I need a mint
[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? [Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Rassclaat, big tunes selector! How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood? I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – D.A.R.E. (feat. Young Dolph)

[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
(Aye, aye!)
All of my friends, they dead
All of my brothers, my dogs
Motherfuck a snitch, motherfuck the law
My niggas came from hustling
My niggas came up from nothing
I know they don’t like it, so I’m gone keep on stunting
Go sell some dope, pimp a bitch, hit a lick or something
Remember Grandma asked me, "boy, you must be rich or something"
This shiny piece of shit on my wrist, that’s another hundred
The type to introduce you to your bitch, then take her from you
Nah, we don’t do no drive-bys over here, we walk up on you
Doctor said all this ice got me coming down with pnuemonia
If it don’t come with two commas, nigga, I don’t want it
If it ain’t foreign and go 200, nigga, I don’t want it
[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga
[Verse 2: A Boogie]
I know a killer, he kill niggas
I know the difference, yeah, I know the difference
You don’t gotta tell me you real, nigga
I gave her the dick, now she feel better
I gave her the dick and she told everybody
You heard about it and you still with her
She lick on the tip and I told that bitch, "copy"
I feel like you probably would still kiss her
I make a lot
Instead of talking about how much, I just talk about the shit I got
I play the block
Instead of saying what I did, I just tell ’em I did not
They out of pocket
I gotta take off my pinky ring to fit my hand in my pocket
I know they watching
That’s why these Cartier’s cost a thousand, so they can block ’em
Bitch, I’m a doctor, I got the medicine for you
Hope that you planning on stopping
I got a problem
All of my friends are zombies, ’cause I ain’t feeling nobody
Bitch, you wyling
I got tricks with thotties
I got pink with Molly
In Toronto, I love Ethiopians and Samolians
[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga

Eli Sostre – Not Right Now

[Verse 1]
Get go
Some of my dogs on the streets they sellin’ blow
Say it’s problems but they never want no smoke
I can’t stunt, I rather give my brothers hope (Yeah, yeah)
From the projects we just tryna stay afloat
Rent that Rari, crash this shit and now you broke (Swooo)
In Miami with some hassadity hoes (Swooo)
Off this addy baby I won’t get exposed
Ain’t no pictures, please put down yo fuckin’ phone
[Hook]
Bitch I’m gon roll that blunt
Bitch I might roll one up
Bitch I might call you back
Fuck it I just might stunt
Fuck it that’s not my style
Said that’s hot last year
Nigga that’s not right now
Nigga that’s not right now
[Verse 2]
Mama know I been through hell
Pretty bitches with me smellin’ like Chanel (Yeah)
Know they hatin’ from the cribbo I could tell (Yeah)
Say they made me but I did this by myself
Hum, hum, hum, hum

[Hook]
Bitch I’m gon roll that blunt
Bitch I might roll one up (Ay)
Bitch I might call you back (Ay)
Fuck it I just might stunt (Ay)
Fuck it that’s not my style (Yeah)
Said that’s hot last year
Nigga that’s not right now (Yeah)
Nigga that’s not right now
Bitch I’m gon roll that blunt
Bitch I might roll one up
Bitch I might call you back
Fuck it I just might stunt
Fuck it that’s not my style
Said that’s hot last year
Nigga that’s not right now
Nigga that’s not right now
[Instrumental Outro]

Russ – The Game

Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed shit
Then an O.G. [Intro]
Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over
[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah
[Verse 1]
Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear shit
You don’t know the truth, you just hear shit
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, fuck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on (on)
But it’s off with they head
Fuck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me? told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to your wavelength

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah
[Verse 2]
I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering "Russ made it"
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz "Vegas" ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of pussy, y’all should really count the ass
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

Dave East – Found A Way (Paranoia Album)

[Tag]
CashMoneyAP
[Intro]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(Switch my whole life up)
[Chorus]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain (brain)
From the grind came the fame (fame)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
(I ain’t got it)
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game (uh)
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes

[Bridge 1]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way, I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for da’ games (no time)
Just wanna shine like a chain (shine)
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
[Verse 1]
Run up on me, must be out your brain
You and I, we are not the same
Ain’t say a word, when the cops a’ came
Money comin’, shit you gotta change
Hardest young nigga out the game
Watch my aim, got a hundred clip
Movin’ like I’m on the wanted list
I’m on a yacht, with a hundred Crips
I ain’t bitchin’, shit, I wanted this
Jump out in Louis Vuitton
White tee, black leather jacket, like I’m cool with The Fonz
Fuck the ring, kiss the shoe of a don
Hundred p’s, I could move ’em tomorrow

[Bridge 2: Dave East & D’anna Stewart]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
(found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
(I-I-I-I-I)
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
(y-e-e-a-a-a-h)
I found a way
(found a way, found a way)
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame (find a way)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came

[Outro: Dave East]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
It was so hard, I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I found a way

Dave East – Perfect (feat. Chris Brown) (Paranoia Album)

Don’t be shy, no, up and down
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (don’t be actin’ fake)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why you won’t listen no more? (Can you?)
Don’t be shy, no, up and down (nah)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, right here)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? (Lames)
Used to the trains, ain’t been on no planes (nope)
Really thinkin’ all these niggas the same
After I hit it, I’m pickin’ your brain (I’m in)
I wanna know what you like
I wanna know if you smoke, am I strokin’ tonight? (Listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, (away)
I’ve been, all around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searching (I’ve been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 1: Dave East]
You deserve it ’cause you perfect (perfect)
You make every moment worth it (every moment)
I’m flyin’ down Collins, I’m shirtless (skrrt)
Just thinkin’ how you might’ve curved it (might have curved it)
I knew you a minute, don’t act like you don’t know the business
I’ve been tryna get all up in it
Gave you my card, I don’t know ’bout no limit (swipe)
They can’t see us in it, that foreign was tinted (oh)
Nowadays they get too borin’ with niggas
In love with that pussy, adorin’ these women (I love ’em)
Pull out some Molly, bet all of them with it
If I take you shoppin’, make sure it’s expensive (cash up)
Nothin’ feel better than knowin’ that pussy for me (mine)
I’ve been a wolf in these streets
I hold my own in it, ain’t nobody took it from me (nobody)
I get women you wouldn’t believe
Eye on that money, I’m gon’ get high with your honey
Might take a trip out of the country
Know I got hoes, she not findin’ it funny
Her brain is so good, I can’t ride with no dummy
I only see you in Prada, not bummy
I’m from the streets, but your momma gon’ love me
I told her, "I never run out of this money"
Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me
It’s ’bout to get ugly

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Oh)
Picture us both gettin’ low on a flight
Love is a gamble, I’m rollin’ the dice
When you Snapchat, you takin’ pictures with my chain on
Club rockin’, but I ain’t goin’ (no)
Your shit get wetter than the rain pourin’
I’m tryna splash (splash)
I’m wonderin’ why we not friends? (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Better not, ha)
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? Why? Why you won’t listen no more? Why? Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (perfect)
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick? (Don’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go (damn)
Away, away, away, I’ve been (been away)
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect
[Outro: Dave East]
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
Perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect
You deserve it ’cause you perfect (Why?)
Why you won’t listen no more? Why? (Won’t listen)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Perfect, that might not describe you (it might)
I need a word, that’s much better
I’m tryna get back up inside you (oh)
Know they gon’ hate on the way that we slide through
I don’t know nothin’, I know ’bout survival (survival)
Why the hell women only fuck with lames? [Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? Don’t be shy, no, up and down (don’t be shy)
You know what it is (yeah, yeah)
Concentrate, baby, get it, get it
And bring that ass right here (right here, uh)
Ooh, ooh, I’ma go down, I’ma go down (I’ma go down)
Ooh, ooh, I’m doin’ freaky shit ’cause ain’t nobody ’round (nobody)
And don’t be actin’ fake when you see me out (better not)
You don’t wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? (Tell me that)
Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been lookin’ for you, searchin’ (I been lookin’)
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect (you deserve it)
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick? Why? Why? Damn, I let a good girl go
Away, away, away, I’ve been
All around the world
And I’ve been looking for you, searchin’
You deserve it ’cause you’re perfect
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect
Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah)
All that ass up, love how you twerk it
Can you do that on the dick? (Tell ’em)
Why you won’t listen no more? (Tell me that)
Why you won’t listen no more? (No, no)
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (Not one)
If you ask me, it kind of depends
I done got nasty with lots of her friends
I keep it a hunnid, don’t gotta pretend (no)
I be so blunted, I got to go in
I’m here for women, won’t acknowledge no men (no)
Was kind of drunk, but shawty got in the Benz (ooh)
Promise, stick with me, you probably gon’ win
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more? Why? [Chorus: Chris Brown & Dave East]
Oh, we ain’t friends no more?

Dave East – Jazzy (Interlude) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
Hey
[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all
[Verse]
I can’t go through my day
Without you crossing my mind
Them flashbacks be having me
Going insane
I need it now I can’t lie
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way (some type of way)
The way you do what you do got me wanting
You more each day
Each day, cause
[Hook]
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is all, all
[Outro]
All, all
The way you do what you do got me feeling
Some type of way
Fucking you is all that I’ve been thinking ’bout
Fucking you is
The way you do what you do

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Paranoia Album)

Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha
[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Nas]
We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch

[Hook: Dave East]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it

[Hook]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
[Outro: Nas]
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

Dave East – The Hated (Skit) (Paranoia Album)

I’m ’bout to spin, I got some shit to do later
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to come out
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to drop
I got the "Paranoia" song, I already got that
Y’all niggas be cool
Y’all niggas be cool
Yo where Nas at? Where Nas at tho? Fuck outta here
Heard you nigga
Who this pullin’ up? It look like the East nigga, hold up
Watch this nigga, hold up
Yooo! Fuck outta here, my nigga
I got all the hoes nigga
My DM is crazy, nigga
Fuck is you talking about? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas? Everybody straight? Bet you was DM’ing last night
Heard you my nigga what the screen name then? Where Nas at bro? On some real shit
How did he meet him? When you see the nigga out here shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga
All that 30 shit, man, I ain’t with that shit, my nigga
This my block, nigga
Fuck that 30 shit, nigga
Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live
That’s the most he can do
I know he better put on for the hood
I got my lil’ homie, my lil’ homie
My lil’ nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga
So if he don’t put on for my lil’ nigga, you know what time it is
Keep it cool
He know what it is
I swear he do
I swear
Nigga don’t come through no type of crazy way
Man I seen that protect too, need that joint
Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro
Like this nigga is not like that
You know I keep my shit on me 24/7
Shit got me hot, bro
Fuck this nigga
I ain’t say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here
Y’all niggas was going crazy
Saying he ain’t like that
Man, fuck that, let’s get this nigga next time he pull up
Heard niggas, bro
Heard niggas, bro
If y’all really feel like that
Keep that same energy when you see niggas, we keep it cool, bro, that’s all it is, like
You know how that shit go
We gon’ see them
Slap fire from this nigga, for real Yo what’s up, my niggas? I just picked this shit up this morning, man
Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks
I ain’t gon’ front, I didn’t even bring none of that shit back with me
Y’all good tho? [Skit: Dave East, Friend, Hater #1, Hater #2]
Yo what up, what’s cracking with you two niggas? I heard y’all niggas ain’t get no ass last night? Dave East, sup, nigga
Ahhhhhhh
This nigga in Harlem right here
What’s cracking, boy
What’s cracking, boy
Sup, nigga, what’s up
Court side, first game
I ain’t gon’ front, my nigga
This shit crazy right now for a nigga
Lil baby girl out there too, she’s beautiful
What you doing for moms and pops, bro
Niggas ain’t doin’ that
What you doin’ for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy
I got to put on
It’s Harlem, baby
One of the last real niggas left
Nowhere in the world
This nigga got 10 chains on, boy
That shit crazy
Let niggas hold something
You out here, 10 chains on and shit
Oh these are some light shit I just got
I just picked this shit up this morning
That boy bus man
You can’t share with the hood, baby, what’s up? He’s good in Harlem
Yo tell him come through, bro
That’s love, man
I can’t believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man
We came a long way
Love, man, it’s crazy
Can’t believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, mean
Fuck you mean, nigga
Listen, man, listen, man
Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro
I ain’t gon’ front I don’t even know if that nigga from Harlem
Niggas ain’t got love for him
He be in Queens?

Dave East – Paranoia (feat. Jeezy) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East]
Got me peekin’ through the blinds like Malcolm
Forty on me
[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
These niggas fuckin’ the package up
That bullshit they kickin’ ain’t adding up
Plus they don’t get no pussy like Magic’s son
Hundreds on hundreds, I stack it up
She bust that pussy then back it up
We standing on couches, we actin’ up
I don’t think these niggas mad enough
Patek cost me eighty, come add it up
Hands on my neck and my face, I got tatted up
I understand why they mad at us
But get out the way when the Phantom is backing up
You need to go on vacation and pack it up
Talkin’ ’bout drugs but these niggas ain’t trap enough
Niggas still tellin’, I guess they ain’t rat enough
Came a long way from them dimes in that Acura
So much ice, make ’em stare
Your wife got caught up in the lights like a deer
Living my life, though I know it ain’t fair
They think I’m from 12th Street, I run with no fear
See the borough from the Lear, yeah
Brown diamonds look like beer, clear
Shots’ll hit you, doctors screaming clear
I’m just paranoid, don’t believe in scared
I can see the dead

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I made a million a million times
They must’ve snorted a million lines
Mind playin’ tricks, Willie D
Let my top down, ceiling me
Hermes, thirty on the hip
Vegas watch, hundred on the strip
Half a hundred hang up out the clip
Pop that pussy like I’m Uncle Luke
This marijuana got the best of me
When I land just have a vest for me
All these bad bitches wantin’ saving
All this money, it gon’ be the death of me
New Rollies for the gang gang
New chucks, yeah gang bang
Know some niggas down to hit the lick
Eighty-six a nigga for a brick

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

Lil B – Live From The Island Hawaii (Black Ken Mixtape)

Aw no, the show’s not over! Whoo! It’s ya boy Lil B in the house! If you with your loved one right now
You might be with your girlfriend or your boyfriend
Your husband or your wife
Your kids and your family
Your sisters and your brothers
Your lovers
We all in this tonight! Keep going, turn up! But first, I wanna give a thank you to all of y’all! And then I’m gone! (BasedGod)
Where you at, where you at? We turned up! The party’s still going on! One time to have a good time tonight! Whoo! Whoo! But like I said, Lil B forever! We not done! Whoo! We not done shouting folks out! Make some noise! Make some noise! Hawaii, how y’all doing tonight? Whoo! Shout out to my boy on the keys! Like I said, I wanna give a…
Shoutout to the drummer on stage right now
Hawaii, where you at? And don’t stop!