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Foster The People – S.H.C. (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Verse 1]
(Omnipotent, omnipotent)
You are our secret
It’s worth keeping
And now I’m keeping my mouth shut
On the weekends
I won’t hang out with anybody else
The pavement
Always baking
What’s it want from me?
And I keep falling backwards
Looking for relief
Want to be free

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’ve been counting all the minutes
And the days have been counting me

[Chorus]
I want to live my life again
But you won’t
I’ll never understand the winds
But you do
I didn’t know I was afraid
But you did
I want to do it again

[Verse 2]
Well I’ve been sleeping
Waiting for something
But to feel nothing
At all, avoid the call
Sometimes I’m reckless
Sometimes misdirected
Sometimes when I’m tested
I tend to do nothing at all

[Pre-Chorus 2]
When I’m alone
There’s a ghost that keeps talking
And I know there’s gotta be more
For sure

[Chorus]
I want to live my life again
But you won’t
I’ll never understand the winds
But you do
I didn’t know I was afraid
But you did
I want to do it again

[Bridge]
Omnipotent (omnipotent)
I’ve been numbing my thoughts for hours
I know you wanted to save me from myself
We’ve been wilting and young for seeds
And I can’t compete
Until I’m strung to the field
What’s real?

[Chorus]
I want to live my life again
But you won’t
I’ll never understand the winds
But you do
I didn’t know I was afraid
But you did
I want to do it again

[Outro]
(Omnipotent)
Do you want to live forever?
Do you want to live forever?
I would

Foster The People – I Love My Friends (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Verse 1]
All my friends are, they’re on vacation
But I’m just stuck here in this parking lot
Well, looking for a mirror, I’m looking at a screen
These pixelated dreams are blowing up my pocket
I’ll find some action, and cut the scene
I’m on a merry-go-round, I’m in a washing machine
Just spinning

[Pre-Chorus 1]
All of my friends, they don’t do any favors
Unless they’re partyin’, then they got all of ’em
All of my friends, they blow all of the paychecks
They got no money, because they’re dumb and reckless

[Chorus]
I love my friends, I love my friends
We got each other, don’t need no others
I love my friends, I love my friends
We’re a disaster, yeah you know it’s true

[Verse 2]
We’ll I’ve been caught up in the action
Heat, fire and smoke
It’s so breezy ’til we’re crashin’ and I’m all alone
You know it’s nothing new, yeah we’ve been here before
But let’s take it to my house ’cause I know I want more

[Pre-Chorus 2]
All of my friends, they’re crawling on the weekend
Looking for something ’cause there’s nothing to do
All of my friends, they always end up leaving
For something better when it’s time to cruise

[Chorus]
I love my friends, I love my friends
We got each other, don’t need no others
I love my friends, I love my friends
We’re a disaster, yeah you know it’s true

[Verse 3]
Pull on face, and we’ll make it through again
Even though the days feel long and the nights feel just the same
Well I believe that forced a drink and the stars stay satisfied
To live in a safer place where there’s peaceful paradise

[Outro]
I love my friends, I love my friends
We’re a disaster, yeah you know it’s true
We’re a disaster
We’re a disaster, yeah you know it’s true
We’re a disaster
We’re a disaster, yeah you know it’s true

Foster The People – Orange Dream (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Intro]
Doctor Afro Mal-Funkenstein

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
Doctor Funkenstein

Foster The People – Static Space Lover (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Verse 1: Mark Foster and Jena Malone]
A circuit lightning
You glisten back
It started shifts, started shift of love
One morning I did try
To call him by his name
But my man didn’t know when to come around

[Chorus 1: Mark Foster and Jena Malone]
How long, how long will we try to make it together?
It’s too long, it’s too long, we could die, just hanging here forever
Hold on, hold on we’ll get by as static space lovers
And we’ll be fine circling each other

[Verse 2: Mark Foster]
We’re placing bets, saying "praise the Lord"
Your static lips, leave me wanting more
Well don’t float too far
‘Cause I won’t live without your constellation
Reach out my love
‘Cause I can’t hold on forever

[Pre-Chorus: Mark Foster]
I’ll try
And we’ll never have to say goodbye

[Chorus 1: Mark Foster and Jena Malone]
How long, how long will we try to make it together?
It’s too long, it’s too long, we could die, just hanging here forever
Hold on, hold on we’ll get by as static space lovers
And we’ll be fine circling each other

[Chorus 2: Mark Foster and Jena Malone]
It’s too long, too long, we could die, just hanging here forever
Hold on, hold on and we’ll get by as static space lovers
And we’ll be fine circling each other

Foster The People – Lotus Eater (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Verse 1]
Well I could never be like you
Well I don’t ever talk like that
You smile with a sparkling drink
And stumbling in your lipstick mess
Your Hollywood philosophies
Yeah, it’s a tragedy
But you keep hanging on
With a vacant look
Just waiting around
For someone to take you home

[Pre-Chorus 1]
And I know you know I’m not the one
I’m sorry I was late, I didn’t wanna come

[Chorus 1]
Aaaaaahhhhhh!
Oh no, man, it’s just not that much fun
Oooh

[Verse 2]
Well my eyes are wandering
Can we just eat the news?
And dance around the room
In a scattered point of views
Well take my hand and breathe
Babe, just count to three
I wish that I could blink
And turn all your words into ice cubes
So I could fill my drink

[Pre-Chorus 2]
And I know you know I’m not the one
I’m sorry I was late
Next time I just won’t come

[Chorus 2]
Woo!
Aaaaaahhhhhh!
Oh man, yea, I think I gotta run!
Oooh
(Laughter)

[Verse 3]
Well hey, what’s that called?
When you’re sitting on your couch
And having fun, just being by yourself
Wondering why
We can’t commit to love
The things that we got
We always want more of

[Pre-Chorus 3]
I know you’d rather have me fake it
But I’m not gonna make it

[Chorus 2]
Woo!
Aaaaaahhhhhh!
Yeah yeah yeah, man I gotta run!
Oooh

Foster The People – Loyal Like Sid Nancy (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Verse 1]
Parading to the masses, we’re coming so fresh to death
I’ve been stealing looks from shadows you conjure with your purse
Yeah, you’re walking in stilettos, but your nose is bleeding out
I’ve been running from the devil, but the devil’s on my back
I’m decreasing, took a leave of absence from the war
If the wall is coming down, then we gotta press the pedal
Got my hands up in the air, I’m saying I can’t breathe
I got my hands up in the air, I’m saying

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, man, get away from me
Yeah, hey, man, get away from me
Uh
Yeah, oh

[Chorus]
Never ask for any favors, there’s nothing I want from you
I’ve been looking for an answer to keep me from falling through
But I’m waiting for the voice to speak, ’cause I can’t see
I hope we’ll hear the sound eventually

[Verse 2]
I felt their claws obstruct and refuse refugees in the new Rome
Lock our voices in the oven like S-Sylvia at home
My eyes are on the world, yeah, my hands anxious to feel something real
True colours tend to glisten and then reveal

[Interlude]
Where’s the love?
And why are we so far from love?
Chased by badges, ducking lights
Push the dagger when it’s right
Martial law, inshallah, mi casa es tuya
Ghosting like I’m Daniel Johnston, and I’m locked up in the basement
Where Satan lies in satin tweets and realigns his facelift
The criminals are laughing with their empty, toothless faces
We melted all our gold to recommence our idol worship
We all pretend one day we’ll be the greatest of the Gatsbys
Growling mouths with rabies and loyal like Sid and Nancy

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, man, get away from me
You pretend you got control
Hey, man, get away from me

[Chorus]
Never ask for any favors, there’s nothing I want from you
I’ve been praying for an answer to keep me from falling through
Yeah, I’m waiting for the voice to speak, ’cause I can’t see
Oh, we’ll hear the sound eventually, yeah
We’ll hear the sound, we’ll hear the sound eventually

Foster The People – Harden The Paint (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Verse 1]
Face me and embrace the pressure
We were made for another time
(When you need me I’ll be there)
(Say my name, yeah I’m right here)
Let’s drift away in fits of pleasure
You’re a beautiful design
(Say you need me face your fears)
(Say my name, yeah I’m right here)
Yeah, I’m just floating with my hands up
All street and gold dust
Caught up in the fluff fat
Tell me when I’ve crossed the line
(When you need me I’ll be there)
(Say my name and I’ll appear)
Been living in another fall
Trash caught me tripping out
Love, please open up
I’ve been gone too long
(When you need me I’ll appear)
(Say my name, yeah I’m right here)

[Chorus]
I’ll fall into you when you give in to me
You can be my only woman whose control I won’t hold back
We’re living the truth, we’re chasing the dream
Just giving up both, yeah giving up control

[Post-Chorus]
I’ve been looking for an answer
I’ve been running out of time
I’ve been looking for an answer
I’ve been waiting for a sign
Just say that you’ll be there

[Verse 2]
Free your self-reflective color
Yeah I know how to make you shine
(When you need me I’ll be there)
(Say my name, yeah I’m right here)
Face your fate you pretty faker
Lay back and catch the light
(Say you need me, face your fears)
(Say my name, yeah I’m right here)
Yeah I’m just floating with my hands up
All street and gold dust
Love, please open up
Yeah, I’ve been gone too long
When I drift away it feels so wrong

[Chorus]
I’ll fall into you when you give in to me
You can be my only woman whose control I won’t hold back
We’re living the truth, we’re chasing the dream
Just giving up both, yeah giving up control

[Refrain]
Just say that you’ll be there
Just say that you’ll be there

[Outro]
I’ll fall into you, just give into me
This will be my only
I’ll fall into you, just give into me
Yeah I’m giving up control, now I’m giving up control
This will be my only
Yeah I’m giving up control

Foster The People – III (Sacred Hearts Club Album)

[Verse 1]
If age is a trap
I wonder why I hold back
Mistakes, mistake to make me laugh
Well only time can answer that

[Chorus 1]
Sail on in
Beautiful is your life
Sail on in
I want to live in your love
Forever

[Verse 2]
I’m done, I’m giving up control
So hold on, never let me go
I know we’re not invincible
So I want to live
Live for something more

[Chorus 2]
Sail on in
Beautiful is your life
Soak it in
I want to live in your love
Forever

[Verse 3]
And I won’t be afraid it’s true we’ll never know
When the night will come and take us home
And people change, we fade from youth
And evolve into eternal life
Don’t slip away, well I’m begging you
To let me sing with angels

[Outro]
Wake the sleeping from their dreaming
We all want more, we all want more
Saints will sing and hearts are beating
Saying we all want more, we all want more

Bugzy Malone – King Of The North (King Of The North Album)

[Hook]
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I’m King of the North they call me the..
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I’m King of the North..
King!

[Verse 1]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Right now you’re listening to the King of the North
Yo
Can I get a clap please?
Can I have the bell start ringing?
Can we have the ladies singing?
Cause this one gotta be right
And this isn’t a funeral
So you can take the black clothes off
And everyone switch their phones off
And I’m gonna celebrate life
Is that the horns that’s sounding?
I hope she’s not got long left
Is there anybody out there?
Alright, we’re going in 5
How do I look, am I decent?
Do you think I should change this footwear?
Too something a little more formal
No?
Alright lets celebrate life

[Verse 2]
I’m the King of the North
Like it or lump it
Fuck what you thought
They come out in their thousands just to support
They play trumpets in the background when I talk
I wear tracksuits not to be casual
I just don’t wanna change now, that I’m rich
I want to wear what I wore when I was poor
And right now I’m tryna’ inspire the kids
I changed the game
I changed the game so much
Them niggas are physically scared
I’m in your face
I’m everywhere to the point man think their visions impaired
They don’t want me to win
They don’t want me to get a trophy
They want me to kiss their feet
But I’m not the king, cause I said that I was the king
Just listen to the people speak

[Hook]
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I’m King of the North they call me the..
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I’m King of the North..
King!

[Verse 3]
I’m King of the North
Forget what other MC’s wanna say
Me, I got given this name by the fans
And I’m not letting them down, no way!
Cause they say fortune favours the brave
Now that I’m lucky enough to have fans
They know that I will die for this shit
I’ve already got one foot in the grave
Call me deep, into this music ting and I’ll I wanted to is vent
Now I’ve got Wireless and when I do Wireless there’s hardly any room left in the tent
[] pay for the rent
I would tell a Henry VIII to my friend
I’ve done my first CD in 2-10
Now I do a CD and I get a top 10
Mum was scared
I was on the road so much
I forgot what it was to be safe
Cause I be carrying a bladed article, just in case anybody got in my face
She gotta be fast if you gotta take chase
You gotta be bad if you’re gonna show face
But I swore to God that I make it
And now that I made it, can somebody say grace? (please)

[Outro]
How’s everybody feelin?
Don’t want anybody nervous
I’ve come to serve one purpose
That’s celebrate life
And you make sure the old king’s watching
And the prince if you can please
And you got them a seat right?
Let them see me shine
Can I just say thanks to my true fans
Without you I wouldn’t have maid it
You walk with me and I’m grateful
And I’m no longer facing time
How do I look, am I decent?
Do you think I should change this footwear?
Too something a little more formal
No?
Alright lets celebrate life

[Hook X2]
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I’m King of the North they call me the..
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I’m King of the North..
King!

Bugzy Malone – Aggy Wid It (King Of The North Album)

Yo, yeah
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
I’m a bully to the beat, I’m a daddy wid it
I hold her so tight when I’m doing my ting, she told her friends I’m a baddy wid it
Uh, don’t bother wid it
I’m a double champion, I’m Conor init
Give me the beat, give me the mic, I swear down you already know I’m bodying it
Uh, way too mucky wid it
If it’s not dank, I’m not fucking wid it
If she’s not gang, I’m not woodying it
Them man are jokers, they’re funny with it
Uh, he keeps copying it
Down to the way I dress, he’s copying it
Down to the way I do my ting on Instagram, I checked his and he’s copying it
Uh, too calm wid it
Them man are Sports Direct, I’m Harvey Nichs
His new CD’s so dry that I hope that he hands out some lip balm wid it
Yeah, too raw wid it
So hard, I’ll snap man’s jaw wid it
You’re not a serious guy, you’re a doughnut, you’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap
MC’s struggling ’cause they smoke too much weed when they chill with the bros
I don’t wanna be like them, are you mad? When they see me it’s like seeing a ghost
Speaking of ghosts, she died her hair blonde and thinks she’s Marilyn Monroe
She wears too much makeup and it’s gross
Plus she smokes, it’s a joke
MC’s struggling on the low
Telling us things that we already know
Drilla, drilla, drilla gang
Drilla, drilla, make it bang
Drill it, bill it, flip it, light it
Whip it, whip it, whip it, wipe it
You don’t crap, you’re chatting crap
I look back, I’ve overlapped
I don’t have to trap and be an MC
You’re not popping if you’ve gotta do both
Yeah I miss bagging, bagging, bagging up
But I make way too much money from shows
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap
This one’s a straight up wobbler
This one’s aggy like Pogba
It’s like I warn bankers when it comes out of the speakers, it might rock ya
Uh, this one’s dangerous
This one’s killing off haters
This one’s wiping out any MC in a five-hundred mile radius
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
And if you don’t want holes in your boat, don’t come anywhere near me
Oh no, no you don’t, not in your wildest dreams
I’ll release the hounds on man in the night and listen to the barks and screams
Man know the season
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap in a minute
If I get-get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
Get mad, get aggy wid it
You’re gonna make man snap-snap-snap
Man know the season
Bugzy Malone, you know

Bugzy Malone – Make Or Break (King Of The North Album)

[Verse 1]
To be the best at what he do
He just kept kickin’ and kickin’ and kickin’ until the bag wouldn’t move
Until his shins were numb
He just kept powerin’ through
He wants to look after his mum
Somethin’ his dad couldn’t do
He used to train out in the park
In the blistering cold
Until the roads went dark and the streetlights gave you that orange glow
He would keep kickin’ but he would get kicked back ’til he had a broken nose
It could’ve been boxing, could’ve been wrestling, it could’ve been taekwondo didn’t matter he was there 6 days a week
Same gym bag same trainers on his feet
Worked on the door so he could eat
Trained hard cause he didn’t wanna taste defeat
But sometimes you have to lose and learn before you become the man to beat
And the night that his mum stood next to the cage to support him it was just clear to see
She kept payin’ and payin’ and payin’ for sessions and all of em paid off
Cause now when he kicks, he doesn’t feel pain and he could take somebodies face off
He won in the second round but by then his mum would just ruin the make-up
He made thirteen grand and dropped it all on his mother’s table

[Chorus]
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey

[Verse 2]
To fail and know it’s too late
There was three of em all of em cousins and they would play on the estate
They didn’t get along with the other kids
So they would get into fights
But the oldest cousin felt like he had to make sure they were nice
So he started… fightin’, fightin’, always fightin’ just to protect
He put himself in a position where nobody liked him
He got arrested for the last time
Say good night to the bad guy
Only sixteen lookin’ at eighteen months and at least he’ll do nine
And this meant the younger cousins were left on the street to fend for themselves
And now the protection’s gone for the oldest out of the two it was hell
And now he’s just.. fightin’, fightin’ always fightin’
But he’s not originally from this country so he’s on his final warning
He got deported back to his hometown where the older cousin was holed now
Feelin’ guilty his younger got sent home so he’s ringin’ his mobile phone now
He didn’t answer, and when he went on his facebook, it just said R.I.P
The reason I know this story is because the oldest cousin in this was me

[Chorus]
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey

[Bridge]
Life is only what you make of it [x5]
I pray you [x4]
I pray you never let it break you

[Chorus]
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey

Bugzy Malone – Through The Night (feat. DJ Luck & Mc Neat) (King Of The North Album)

[Verse 1]
Looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Tell them I’m lurking nigga don’t sleep
I’ll ride into your village on horseback
5000 soldiers in my fleet
But it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
And they’ve had nothing but invisible beef
They can bring Zeus because I’m like Ares
I’m a warlord but I’ve never been Greek
Now it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Looking like you coming up against me
Looking like Bugzy Malone’s top 3
And set man are getting too old to compete
Set man are getting too old for this grime ting now
Man are way too old for these beats
When the album dropped everybody stop listening
To his album after one week
Now your looking confused, looking at me
You sing now but you didn’t sing last week
Oh you want to make a track for the gyaldem
Because the gyaldem love beauty and the beast
This ones a robbery with no baly and gloves
Man know I got a bare faced cheek
I’m not from London but when I go London
Man know I got a army behind me

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

[Verse 2]
What did he want to do next
This ones simple it’s nottin complex
Man don’t start showing me respect
Then I’m going to start putting guillotines on necks
It’s not that deep it’s not the Loch ness
But I’ll start taking shots like George Best
Man start trying to cook something up for me
When I’m Gordon Ramsay and they’re just the chef
Gogglebox everybody looking at me
MC’s blinking like it can’t be
How can a guy come from out of town
Come to town and fuck up the whole grime scene?
How much money does he make per show?
And how much did he make from the EP?
Wait and all that from his own label
He must have way more money than me (damn right!)
How did he get that car? (Life!)
How did he come so far? (Life!)
How did he go from selling drugs signing on
To becoming a star? (Oh Life!)
I’m like the Leonardo Dicaprio forget about trophy’s
I just want to know have you ever counted
£500,000 out in £20 notes? No?
Because I’ve never been standard
You can get lost out here and get stranded
Anybody coming to the North tryna fuck with the King
On a boat or ship and get anchored
All hands on deck because I don’t take kindly to idol threats
These MC’s are some overnight MC’s
That’s why they want me dead

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

[Verse 3]
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life I don’t fuck with none of these guys
It’s groggy season Rucka’s after Rucka’s
Most of these MC’s are just muppets
Dem man say I’m just lucky
Like said I don’t know bar for bar I’m just mucky
I’ll make a dark-skinned MC crumble
Just like a double chocolate chip cookie
I’m King Kong
I’ll make a light-skinned MC sound like a new born puppy
They can team up they can round the whole scene up
But it’s not going to make a difference on G-Dot
Dem man are pissed off because they’ve got shows
But right now they’re performing for peanuts
What kind of a MC looks at the DJ
Reaches out for the decks to get wheel ups
You’re not a MC you’re just a copycat it won’t last

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

Bugzy Malone – We Don’t Play (King Of The North Album)

[Intro x3]
Kill or be killed
Savages…

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

[Verse 1]
No fuckboys in my section
Nothing but cacao in my complexion
Don’t you know I got diamonds in my rolex
And we’re not gonna sleep nigga that’s no rest
I’m gonna leave it fading on gravy
I got the bangers where the mash is crazy
Wanna drink from my table then pay me
Th-th-that bitch is shady
Th-th-that bitch can persuade me
She says she knows who I am
Cause she’s seen my face on the gram
She did have a 1 but he’s gone
Somebody pass me the Don Perignon
Can you pass me the Don Perignon
I made money from drugs
Made money from drugs
I was mixing the does with the buds
Mixing the does with the buds
The money was good
All the money was good
Money was the only good thing in the hood
Only good thing in the hood

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

[Verse 2]
I’m fadin’ she noticed
I needed a song for the roadies
I’m famous he’s lonely
Don’t let him pretend that he knows me
Why they so nosy
They wish they could phone me
I bang it in
I’m a striker she a goalie
She eat it up like I’m guacamole
If you wanna take it off you better hit the switch
I’m grabbin’ her throat she’s grabbin’ my dick
And now this bitch’s tryna bite my lip
Don’t she know I’m a badboy I don’t like to kiss
Shot’s through the black now we hit the strip
Man don’t play man are built for this
All my niggas working money mitch
And I’m like the dark-skin version of Richie Rich

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

Bugzy Malone – Memory Lane (feat. Tom Grennan) (King Of The North Album)

(Bugzy Malone)
Yeah

Today is gonna be the day
That they throw it all back to you
And by now
You should have somehow realised what you have to do

The world keeps on turning round
Bridges keep burning down
Nobody can hear you now
No matter how loud you shout

Sitting in total silence
Totally lost, no guidance
You don’t call no more
Nobody can find ya
Nobody can find the time like they lost their watch
They find it hard to think you went soft
They find an architect that I’ve promised that I make sure
He puts the building blocks in place

Start rebuilding, we’ve been broken since children
They keep telling me that we’re only human
I don’t do no silly excuses
Nobody wins we’re losing
So violent and abusive
It’s all battle, scars and bruises
Cuz what really

(Tom Grennan)
The sun shines down on me, on me, on me
And breaks my ties you’ll see, you’ll see, you’ll see
That angel’s eyes, they bleed
This life, I chose
My open wounds they show that
Memory lane is like a winding road

(Bugzy Malone)
Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I feel about you now

I just want you to know that I love you
It’s a cruel world outside but
I need you to know that I got you
Such a forgetful place and
I don’t want them to forget you
Hard times have arrived and
I wanna make sure that we get through

I look into your eyes sometimes
All I can see is emptiness, no resemblance, no more fire
Or anything similar
When did the winter get to us , I go blind
Looking at a light so bright ?
But if I can find my way
Then I’ll come back for you and I’ll make it right
I wanna say something but I don’t know how
I gotta keep it moving, I can’t turn ’round
How did David make Goliath fall down?
What’s the king if the king has lost its crown?

(Tom Grennan)
Today is our day
We’re running away
But the night was so long and
Today is the day that we break off our chains?

When the sun shines down om me, on me, on me
And breaks my ties you’ll see, you’ll see, you’ll see
That angels die, they bleed , this life
My open wounds they show
That memory lane is like a winding road
Like a winding road

(Bugzy Malone)
Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I feel about you now

(Tom Grennan)
Memory lane is like a winding road
(Yeah)
Memory lane is like a winding road

Bugzy Malone – Bruce Wayne (King Of The North Album)

[Verse 1]
Everything black on the C63 for real impact
Man could never tell me that I’m whack when I’m sat back in the tracksuit that I designed and it’s mad
Go and tell them man they can fall back
Cuz’ I’m king of the north and I’m on a warpath
You don’t wanna see me when I’m in a ski mask cuz you know I got the big ting in a rucksack
0-60 in four point zero, hero cuz I’m batman and all that
Man don’t want it with the don god and I got a level that I’m not showing them and all that
I watch man looking at my watch fam, but I’m not a watch man cuz I’ve never been a raw ?, ? couldn’t even stop man
And I got baddies to catch I’m batman and all that

[Chorus x2]
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out doors with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man, then I’ll do a batman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting

[Verse 2]
See when I got beef
I get blacked out down to my feet
I mean I got something new for the street
And I swear on my mums life it’s the kind of tracksuit man use when they got beef
Blacked out down to the feet
I mean I got something new for the street
Supply&Demand part 3
Yeah I’m on a different planet
They’ve seen everything I got and they want it
Man say that they’re gonna’ smack man about when they see man in the flesh and they don’t want it
Why say you wanna go bar for bar
Cuz when I heard you bar for bar you were robotic
This ones like a gangbanger, with a blacked out man bag and a flow psychotic
I’m hard like a gym with no tonic?
Flyin’ like a Tails with no Sonic
You don’t know the AMG is trick tronic and the kick on it is quick like a pick pocket
From a nobody to a somebody, I got bodies on my résumé
Ask my man he got bodied
Truthfully I couldn’t wifey the ting off, she isn’t my cup of tea or coffee

[Chorus x4]
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out doors with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man then I’ll do a batman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting

Bugzy Malone – Sniper (King Of The North Album)

[Intro]
Bang, bang, bang
Sniper, Sniper, Sniper
Sniper! (Bugzy)
Sniper, Sniper, Sniper

[Verse 1]
Man are fucking with the wrong one
Tripping like the shoe laces are undone
Other than the nigga with the gold teeth
Tell me what’s really happening in London?
They looking at me like I’m the conundrum
They must think I am a lyrical gun man
Coz I sit there looking down the scope of the sniper rifle
Hittin’ man on the random
Alright now you got me on a tangent
And let me pray for the nigga’s I abandon
Nobody from the north makes it
Everybody gets hit, I am the last man standing
And you take shots on me on a regular basis
But I’m on a Teflon don ting
I had a dream that the game was a house, I just kicked off the door, caught man on the landing (BAH,BAH,BAH,BAH!!)
No danger, I’ve got them shot like I was pulling the trigger on a taser
I’ve took chase with man on the back of a super bike, you can go and ask Vader
Double clutching it like I was a racer
Felt like I went to sleep that night with my freedom
Woke up in a small cell with nothing but a TV and a blue Radox
Am I making an album, no it’s the Third EP
And all I know is I got it in a cage chained up and its growling
If man thinks he’s on the ball, I’ll foul him
I am the wolf so I climb up to the top of the mountain and I just sit there howling
No one’s fucking with the King of the North I go down in history
I stopped the scene from drowning
The grime minister, like the door said 10 and the street said downing
Anybody with a Bugzy Malone diss track’s dry and just tryna get a little drink from the fountain
They are pissed off ’cause I tell stories better than J.K Rowling
I’m the Don Gorgon, which means I’m the daddy out here
Man try and I’ll ground him

[Hook]
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down
I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man what the King of the North is about
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man that the King of the North is a sniper

[Verse 2]
I’ve been thinking
What’s the point in all this money if you’ve not got anywhere to spend it
I was walking around a Mercedes showroom asking ’em if I could lend it
I remember the BMW 3 series drop top, stood me at 10 quid
Now I’m driving around in something that Bruce Wayne himself couldn’t contend with (MAD)
Mad to the point that I’m not sure what I’m gonna do next
I get so many cameras pushed in my face, right now I can’t hide from Complex
I was reloading that much in one night you would’ve thought I was on decks
I got to much legal money it’s time to invest
I don’t praise none of these niggas above me
I think all these niggas are ugly
I heard your new CD is rusty
Now I know why they do not trust me
They know that I’m gonna take their fans
But they think that I wanna shake their hands
But I can’t be friends with a one trick pony that’s standing in sinkin’ sand
Yo, when I shoot I don’t miss
I’ve been ticking off man off my list
We can have war, we can have beef
But you’ll end up in a boot of your own whip
Indirects, so many indirects it’s like he let off the MAC
Panickin’, and none of them shots have hit anything
When I let off my thing I’m bodying
I heard that you love your girlfriend
I hear that you trust your girlfriend
I know man that have loved your girlfriend
I know man that have touched your girlfriend
I don’t know if she told you everything
Ask her if she told you everything
I don’t know if she’s shown you everything
Carry on and I’ll tell them everything

[Hook]
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down
I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man what the King of the North is about
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man that the King of the North is a sniper

21 Savage – How To Ball (Issa Savage Album)

[Intro]
Hundred bricks, on my face card
(Struggling for the motherfucking traps in the trunk nigga)
Yeah nigga, 21 savage nigga
I showed the young nigga how to ball nigga
Shirofresh on the track nigga, Hundred bricks nigga
Front it nigga face card good nigga
Been getting money young nigga
21, 21

[Hook]
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball

[Verse 1]
I’mma show a nigga how to get some paper (lil nigga)
I’mma show a nigga how to get some cash (young nigga)
Ye ain’t got it trust you need to get it fast (hurry, hurry)
Young fly nigga got a lot of swag
I like smoking gas
I like cooking glass
Wait a minute, wait a minute(hold up)
New Jag
Paper tag, hundred thousand cash
Got these nigga mad, got these bitches mad
Shoutout to my plug cuz he sent a lot of bag
Shoutout to myself cuz I sell them real fast
AK-47 with the nightstand
Shoot a nigga from the mounds like the Taliban

[Hook]
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball

[Verse 2]
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I-I-I just left the mall
I swear I try to buy it all
I walked to Ferragamo bought the whole wall
Real street nigga all I go is hard
When I’m in the building better cuff your broad
Chevy and Lil Harold they’ll pull your card
Rolex on my wrist they call me forty large
All a nigga do is get money
Put em on the stick we gunning
Spent a hundred thousand that’s nothing
Say you get money you fronting
Popping out since I done it
That canneroll fucking up your stomach
And we chilling with a killer we thugging
Nigga make the wrong move he blooded

[Hook]
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball

Tyler The Creator – Foreword (feat. Can & Rex Orange County) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
How many cars can I buy ’til I run out of drive?
How much drive can I have ’til I run out of road?
How much road can they pave ’til they run out of land?
How much land can there be until I run in the ocean?
You niggas go with the motions and all the plans
Sea I was never into the beaches and all the sands
See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows and posies
Falling outta my pocket, but ya’ll want to know if I swam to cool down
How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?
How many fans can I have until I turn on the AC?
If the AC blows, well then I’m TNT, I’m gone

[Bridge: Rex Orange County]
I’m gone and I’m finished
And I ain’t seen my friends in a minute
Guessing nothing lasts forever
Yeah, nothing lasts forever
Nothing sticks together
Sick of sitting in doubt
Please let me figure this out

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Shout out to the girls that I lead on
For occasional head and always keeping my bed warm
And trying their hardest to keep my head on straight
And keeping me up enough ’til I had thought I was airborne
How many raps can I write ’til I get me a chain?
How many chains can I wear ’til I’m considered a slave?
How many slaves can it be ’til Nat Turner arise?
How many riots can it be ’til them Black lives matter?
Niggas click clack splatter, pew, pew that nigga
Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga
‘Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull
‘Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool
‘Cause I know what I’m driving is usually paid in full
And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one
Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms
Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views
Them views get some stares and my backyard does too
And if you walk to the bottom you’ll prolly see a pool

You better not drown, keep them ten toes up
‘Cause if those ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up
And that’s what I swim in

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
And if I drown and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
And if I crash and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
And if I fall and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
I’m wondering if I don’t come back
Maybe then I’ll know

Tyler The Creator – Where This Flower Blooms (feat. Frank Ocean) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo
Let take it back to them day
Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah’s floor
Carpet was my baby mama
80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured
Rent-A-Center calling everyday
Nobody home, they’re knocking on the door
Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
In toys I only dreamed that I could afford
Now I roll through Okaga, California

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp Sun shining on me
Slick circles floating
Vro we off this world
Yea yea
Run it run it run it yea

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
I rock, I roll, I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I grow
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Ain’t nobody fucking with T, but that may just be my ego
But don’t be too cool, you may freeze
Because niggas get stuck in the cold (Man, look at this ice)
Shit weighs a ton, water your garden my nigga and stunt
(Stunt on these niggas)
Tell these Black kids they could be who they are
Dye your hair blue, shit, I’ll do it too
Look, I smell like Chanel
I never mall gup with my manicured nails
I coconut oil the skin
I keep the top low ’cause the follicles thinnin’
But other than that, man, it feels like I’m winning
Went from statistic to millionaire
CNN doubted ’cause my skin is dark
But they forget when I get in my car

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp Sun shining on me
Slick circles floating
Vro we off this world
Yea yea
Run it run it run it yea

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I grow (I grow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I-
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Flower boy T, nigga that’s me
Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree
Took a little while, nigga making leaves
Keep ’em in the branches so my family can eat
Favorite color green, energy is strong
Giving niggas life like birdies and the beez
Dropping them seeds, not what you want
You don’t know what I keep in the trunk…. tree

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Ah, shit!

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it
Run it
Run it

Tyler The Creator – See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, oh

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Anytime I count sheep
That’s the only time we make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
I don’t wanna wake up

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis]
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, I
Wonder if you look both ways
When you cross my mind, I said, I said
I’m sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You’re the one that’s always running through my day dreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said I’m ’bout to go to war
And I don’t know if I’ma see you again
Can I get a kiss? (Can I)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you)
I said I’m ’bout to go to war (‘Bout to)
I don’t know if I’ma see you again
(Uh, switch it up)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I said, okay, okay, okay, okie dokie, my infatuation
Is translatin’ to another form of what you call it? — Love
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I ain’t met you
I’ve been looking, stop the waiting
‘fore I stop the chasing, like a alcoholic
You don’t understand me, what the fuck do you mean?
It’s them rose tinted cheeks, yeah it’s them dirt-colored eyes
Sugar honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene
Yeah I’d give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie
Yeugh!

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis]
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, eye
Wonder if you look both ways
When you cross my mind, I said, I said
I’m sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You’re the one that’s always running through my day dreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
(So)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I get a kiss?)
And can you make it last forever? (Oh, forever)
I said I’m ’bout to go to war (Go to war)
I don’t know if I’ma see you again (See you again)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you)
I said I’m ’bout to go to war (‘Bout to)
I don’t know if I’ma see you again

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, oh
La la, la la la la, la la
La la, la la la, la la
La la, la la la la, la la
La la, la la la la
One more time?

Tyler The Creator – Who Dat Boy (feat. A$Ap Rocky) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that nigga, I swear
Stand out guy, him don’t need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? ‘Cause nigga, I’m right here
I don’t shop at the mall, all y’all just
Dumb mothafucka, I’m a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I’ll draw you a closet
And you know that it’s GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
It’s runnin’, nigga, I’m runnin’ shit
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin’ face blown off, that’s how they found him
It’s Young T

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad ’cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that?
Nigga, who dem boys?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
Still doin’ math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime ’06, had the Number (N)ine
Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen ’til they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, don’t forget my pass
Been that nigga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad ’cause a nigga’s neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the-?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Fuck the rap, I’m tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin’ business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin’ like some bitches, like they’re fuckin’ with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin’, Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin’, she exquisite, bitches be expensive
(Yeah, let ’em know, nigga) And I don’t even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I’m currently lookin’ for ’95 Leo
My mom say she worried because I’m so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin’ some meals
Get out of my way, way, boy that’s McLaren
That’s 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I’m gone

[Video Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me
Call me, how you doin’?
Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number, you can reach me, woo!
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me
911, call me

Tyler The Creator – Pothole (feat. Jaden Smith & Roy Ayers) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
My mother warned me that some niggas ain’t my right hand
To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man
His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props
He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop
So now I’m speedin’ and tryna drive away from the fact
That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back
The streets are filled with some clues, like how I ain’t notice that?
(How I ain’t see that?) Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuck in the cul-de-sac
I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help
But what you want for some, some niggas really don’t want for themself
Now do I stay? Do I go? That’s my dilemma
And traffic is picking up, if I don’t leave I’ma get stuck (skrrt)
So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awk-
-Ward, and I heard through some words that you’re off it
I got too much drive, don’t wanna steer off path
And crash and get distracted
But I listen to that weather man ’cause it might rain
Keep my windshield wipers prepared ’cause y’all throw so much shade
But I got jacket in trunk, but that’s in the front
I also got power for both of us if you’re ever in need of jump
Just let me know, my nigga

[Chorus: Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator]
I had to switch gears on ’em
Fishtail in the rearview mirror on ’em (Skrrrrrt!)
I had to switch gears on ’em
You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on ’em
Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Snakes in the grass, but I walk
I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF
So I be prepared for their bites, they’re all talk
I left the condom in the grass so fuck off
Watchin’ Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it
Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted
I drive by piggies when I’m in it ’cause it feels amazin’
The irony is I stopped eatin’ bacon
Don’t get it twisted, nigga, I’m still hungry, oh he lonely
All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies
But all I can show ’em is a couple cars and more things
That I’ve made in the couple past month, he’s on, please
Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf
Nobody gon’ make a peep ’cause everyone wants some wool
Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool
Man I’d rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with their fleece
See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw
Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows?
One day, "Fuck no," the next day, "Okay"
But fuck y’all, I know that T is four for four
I just want that garden and that Batmobile
Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile
Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards
But my vehicle’s good for now, that’s in a couple of miles
Now keep it pushin’, nigga

[Chorus: Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator]
I had to switch gears on ’em
Fishtail in the rearview mirror on ’em (Skrrrrrt!)
I had to switch gears on ’em
You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on ’em
Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Fuck, okay, next one
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Gotta watch out for the potholes
Ooh, said watch out for the potholes
Haha

Tyler The Creator – Garden Shed (feat. Estelle) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
You don’t have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That there’s something more to say, baby
Them words
Damn, run me back, yeah

[Bridge: Estelle & Tyler, the Creator]
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go

[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is where I was hidin’
That is what love I was I in
Ain’t no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings that I was guardin’
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn’t read the signs
I didn’t wanna talk and tell ’em my location
And they ain’t wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought it’d be like the phrase; "poof," gone
But, it’s still goin’ on
Big fan of the pale tan
Polka dot nose, how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies wanna float
But I was always like, "Eh"
Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, "Bruh"
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cookin’ batter
‘Til the temperature that’s risin’
Steppin’ on that ladder, tryna
Grab the rings of Saturn, I’ma
Planet by the time you hear this
Shit and chatter ’bout the heat
It will not fuckin’ matter

Tyler The Creator – Boredom (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Rex Orange County & Corinne Bailey]
When you’re having fun, fun
Time flies, time flies, time flies
When you’re having fun (time flies)
Out the window (go, go, go)

[Hook: Rex Orange County]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Ohh-whoa

[Verse 1: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Boredom got a new best friend
(Boredom, boredom, best friend)
Cause boredom got a new best friend (oh, oh, oh)
Boredom got a new best friend
Na-na-na, na-na-na, oh-na-na-na
Oh oh oh

[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
(Find some time, oh)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, I’m serious
I ate ’em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I caught ’em
If we’re talkin’ ’bout real meals, ask my stomach, he ain’t saw ’em
I’ve been in this fuckin’ room so long
My eyeballs are turning to dry wall
My friends suck, fuck ’em, I’m over ’em
"Hi y’all, y’all ain’t hit me all day
What the fuck is the problem? Is it me?
‘Cause I’m not solved, I’m… bored."

[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Bored and getting desperate as hell
(Desperate, using, texting, amusing)
Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will
Message me with some plans that are amusing as well
Cause I haven’t seen the exit of these walls since before this morning
Morning, morning, morning, morning
(Morning, ohh, what the fuck?)
Got some cars I can handle but nowhere for performance
My stomach angry and yellin’, I need some food, I could order
But I hate eating solo
Need someone, we can loiter in parking lots
And sunsets at the border, yeah
Ringy dingy dong, I can’t be alone
I been starting to feel like I don’t know anyone
So now I’m staring at my ceiling fuckin’ going
Like I have no idea where I’m going
Tick tock
(Damn, gotta get outta here)

[Hook: Rex Orange County, Anna of the North and Tyler, the Creator]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Hey, can y’all help me right quick?)
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator & Anna of the North]
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Boredom got a new best friend
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Tick tock

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
Find some time, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time

[Shane Powers]
"Ride’s over, we got some tickets to see s-"

Tyler The Creator – I Ain’t Got Time! (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Shane Powers]
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio!
(God I love this sample)
We’re going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time

[Verse 1]
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I can’t believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First… happy birthday!
You bitch ass nigga, yup I’m thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time

[Verse 2]
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
‘Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you’re a house nigga, so you don’t know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

[Bridge]
(Hey)
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

[Verse 3]
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’
Next line will have ’em like "Woah"
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three mmms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
‘Cause Vans fucked up
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
You ain’t important
I’ma keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden
(Tick tock)
(And that’s a fact boy!)
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And at them Golf boys?
That’s my motherfucking set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
What’s that thick odor?
Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
(I ain’t got time!)

[Verse 4]
Better talk shit
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
I’m Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down
(Boy I ain’t got time!)
Yeah right now
‘Cause niggas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
And i-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Nigga I ain’t got time!)

[Outro]
Listen man, I’m that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Bitch
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
"Fuck… Hello"

Tyler The Creator – 10 911 Mr. Lonely (feat. Anna Of The North, Frank Ocean & Steve Lacy) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

Part I: 911

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me)
(Call me) How you doin’?
(Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number
You can reach me, woo!

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me)
911, call me some time
911 (You should call me, oh)
911 (Call me)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin’ on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Can’t see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you can’t gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah, I got a sold out show
Crowd wild out but don’t matter ’cause you not front row
I’ve been lookin’ for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911

[Bridge: Steve Lacy, Anna of the North & Tyler, The Creator]
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line, you know I’ll answer (click)
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Anna of the North]
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
911, (you should call me, oh)
911, (you should call me)

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the ‘burbs, ‘burbs, with the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the night line
Work line
Dial nine

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don’t mean nothing, nothing
Nothin’, nothin’, without you shotgun in the passenger
I’m the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancing to throw ’em off
I’m gon’ run out of moves ’cause I can’t groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell ’em to call me at 911…

Part II: Mr. Lonely

[Intro: A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q & Tyler, The Creator]
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old lonely ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old weird ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
They say the loudest in the room is weak
That’s what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (that’s me)
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin’ lonely
Writin’ songs about these people
Who do not exist, he’s such a fuckin’ phony
One thing I know, is that I wanna
Win so bad, but I’m not Chicago
Heart is low, it’s real low, it’s so low
You can’t lift me up, I’m like Gallardo
From the start it’s been real dark
It’s been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh
I’m playin’ like Hasbro
I’m really Saari, call me Arto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin’ ’bout cars (skrrt)
But what the fuck else do you want from me?
That is the only thing keepin’ me company
Purchase some things until I’m annoyed
These items is fillin’ the void
Been fillin’ it for so long
I don’t even know if it’s shit I enjoy (ohh)
Current battle as an adult
My partner is a shadow
I need love, do you got some I could borrow?
Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
But that never comes
Like a vasectomy, what have I done?
I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I haven’t found someone (who)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
The loneliest of them all (me)
Cupid actin’ stupid
Do you got another number I could call?
Never had a pet
I’ve never had a pet
There’s more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So I’ve never been good with bitches
‘Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, that’s where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit
Check in on me sometime
Ask me how I’m really doin’
So I never have to press that 911

[Outro: Jasper]
Ohh! Damn! Damn!

Tyler The Creator – Droppin’ Seeds (feat. Lil Wayne) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

Tyler The Creator – November (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

Tyler The Creator – Glitter (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You’ve been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends

[Chorus]
You light my firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
You’re the one that I needed in my life
You’re the one that I need to give my time

[Verse 1]
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck
They ain’t build me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it’s all up on that hip
I’ll use it on myself on the day you dipped
Got that 45, 7 track, 8 for me
"Babydoll", I hope you agree
Because you light my

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I wanna give my life
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can’t lie
We ain’t gon’ work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Your pale skin see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you ain’t an L, could be a DJ
‘Cause when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t (how ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I’m caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don’t save me

[Bridge]
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me, yeah)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?

[Outro]
We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck

Meek Mill – Connect The Dots (feat. Yo Gotti & Rick Ross) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Ayy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch (okay)
32 deep so it don’t matter who you get (no way)
All my niggas hittin’, it don’t matter who you with (okay)
We gon’ whack you if you tellin’, it don’t matter if you snitch
You done told on your homie, you a pussy (you a pussy)
In the kitchen with the Pyrex, baking cookies (cookin’ work)
Every time you see me out, I got it with me (Know I got it)
Bending through that Bentley truck, they couldn’t miss me
Bought his baby mama a Patek, now that nigga wanna kill me (oh man)
Yeah, bitch I’m talking fifty
If I stand up on my money they can’t never overlook me
White come straight from cross the border, you can never overcook it
This that raw, this that raw, bitch I ball like Chris Paul
I switch it to Blake Griffin, they gon’ blame that shit on y’all
Homie said that he a blood, we gon’ paint that shit on dog
Told my bro to bring his hit, we gon’ hang it on the wall
All my shooters trained to go, they’ve been waitin’ on my call
They’ve been waitin’ on that ring to pull that thing and chop it off
To knock you off, brrr

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Let’s talk about the trap, let’s talk about the streets (What’s up)
You looked up to Jordan we looked up to Meech (Meech)
Clean a nigga block, leave that bitch bleached (brrr)
Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (woah)
What type of boss is you, you gave your dawg a draco (draco, draco)
Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll (payroll, payroll)
Drop Rolls Royce, that’s a don nigga (don nigga)
I got pocket seats, them bitches orange, nigga (Hermes)
We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum
Yeah, hit a button on that new don and watch it transform (transform)
Yeah, you been misinformed
Think you can disrespect the king and hate don’t come with harm
Quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm
Milly Rockin’ in the kitchen, tryna make it form (fuck it up, fuck it up)
My religion get this money, Christian or Islam
And my tradition send the money soon they said it’s bond
And my lifestyle, don’t leave your house without your fucking gun
The goal to leave the hood but not forget where you from

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
All about the timing and I’m feeling so correct
Got all these diamonds, bitches say I seem possessed
You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check
We always styling so my niggas fresh to death
No need for wallets, ball that shit up in my fist
Get out the projects, that’s the first one on the list (mama)
Pack up your bags, mama your lil son is shit (mama)
We impeaching niggas, then we hit them with the bliff
Speaking in silence, it’s okay to talk in code
It’s still lil’ booty boys, and gotta shout the zoes
We one of one therefore I tailor-made the clothes
I got the don setted on D’s and the lows
Still fly commercial but I don’t do TV shows
Fucking a actress so she gotta play the role
You seein’ money, what you know, you see the most
Versace diners at a Donatella toast
Black in a ‘Vetty, got IG out, watchin’ post
They gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce
Who you fadin’, pussy boy, go get a body bag
Renzel records, with your Tina Turner contracts
Still war ready, never run with rats
Once again, the dope boys running rap

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, ho!