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Kodak Black – Twenty 8 (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
You know, project baby comin’ up and shit
I was clutchin’ on twenty-eight grams of crack cocaine
But then I fell in love with a twenty-eight year old
Both of them twenty-eight

[Chorus]
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that Mary Kate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no medicate-ate-ate-ate

[Verse 1]
I just dropped that twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I whipped it in my new play-aye-aye-aye
I put the pot on the floor
So it could stick a little more
Drop palm all over your door
So it could stick a lil’ more
Twenty-eight, that’s my bae-aye-aye-aye
I spent a brick on my chain-aye-aye-aye
Thirty-six in my safe
Thirty clip to your face
You snatch my chain, you gon’ die
So why would a nigga try?

[Chorus]
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid

[Verse 2]
She twenty-eight, she got the whip
My first verse was water whip
My second verse was ’bout my baby girl, she
Don’t even like to go to work without me
I be here sellin’ yola
She was with me in the yoda
I met her on that ugly corner
Remember runnin’ with that poker
Out of state doin’ fraud-aww-aww-aww
That my baby, that my broad-aww-aww-aww
I’m too young, girl, that’s illegal
I’m ’bout to let her meet my people

[Chorus]
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid

Kodak Black – Patty Cake (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ be a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane’s
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Kodak Black – Save You (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Hold me down
Hold me down, hold me down
Just hold me down
Hold me down
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

[Verse 1]
I’m scared to show you how I feel
I ain’t got no heart, but you the one that make me feel
How you would you take it, if I show you how I feel
It’s somethin’ bout you, I ain’t even know that I could feel
Say you ain’t the one, but I’m rocking with you still
Ain’t about the sex, girl we could Netflix, we could chill
I’m here to stay, I love you like you my kid
And by the way, I want you to have my kid
My homie told me no, baby girl I’m gonna save her
I think they might be right, I’m just gon’ regret it later
Money over bitches, but girl I love you like the paper
Cause when you with me, I don’t even want to get no paper

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Verse 2]
I stopped hanging with my homies, ain’t listen to ’em
They tried to tell me you wasn’t for me, ain’t listen to ’em
That you my motherfucking one, you got me whipped
And I done chased you like the money
I like the way you walk, like the way you flip your hair
Too easy to give up wanna show you that I care
I’ma treat you like my shooter, me and you girl we’re a pair
I’ma treat you like my food, baby I don’t wanna share, you
Make me forget that I’m a jit
Cause baby when I’m witcha
I don’t even think about the streets
And when I’m witcha
I don’t even wanna hear no beats
And if you leaving
I don’t even know how I’ma breath

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

Kodak Black – Conscience (feat. Future) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Blee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don’t gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

[Verse 2: Future]
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up a geek, it’s the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it’s the same name
Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it’s plain Jane
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick lil’ dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a wig ’cause she ain’t got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber ’cause she ain’t got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I’m Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock ’cause I’m a damn Warrior

[Verse 4: Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain’t no worries
Run my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I’m credit card swipin’ at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin’ houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Verse 6: Future]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

[Verse 7: Kodak Black]
I know my niggas, they be missin’ me
So I be posted on the straw
I don’t even care about how much cash I see
I’m always gon’ be in the ‘No
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can’t wait to let it spray
I’m sorry mom ain’t mean to bring you through so much pain
I said I’m sorry mom, I ain’t mean for it to be this way
Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I’m here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m gettin’ paid

[Outro: Kodak Black]
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid

Kodak Black – Tunnel Vision (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Gleeee!
Southside
Aye, Lil Metro on that beat

[Hook]
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin’ all my homies on a mission
And I ain’t tryna miss out on these millions

[Verse 1]
I jumped up out the Wraith, Kodak bought a Wraith
I get any girl I want, any girl I want
She want me to save the day, but I ain’t got a cape
She wanna see me every day, she wanna be my bae
That money make me cum, it make me fornicate
Uh, I’m the shit, I need some toilet paper
Follow my player rules, then we gon’ be okay
On the real I need a bih’ who gon’ cooperate

[Hook]
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin’ all my homies on a mission
And I ain’t tryna miss out on these millions

[Verse 2]
I told you niggas I’m gon’ be that fuckin’ nigga
Everything be good ’til you doin’ better than ’em
They wanna see a nigga shot or see me in the system
All you niggas out here poison like snake venom
Codeine in my liver, rockin’ Balenciaga denim
I’m booted even when I’m sober, I don’t need a jigga
They sendin’ all my niggas on a fuckin’ journey
I told that baby to come over ’cause I’m fuckin’ horny
My mama told me: "Kill these niggas, son, keep it goin’!"
I’m thug to the bone, but I’m still her baby boy
Lil Kodak, boy they hate to see you in a foreign
They miss when you was in that ‘Yota kickin’ door

[Hook]
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin’ all my homies on a mission
And I ain’t tryna miss out on these millions

Kodak Black – Corrlinks And Jpay (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ Blige but I’m blowin’ Mary J
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, I’m gon’ let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope lock up
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just said, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that beamer, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the ground
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
This for them niggas eatin’ Zoom Zoom’s and Wam Wam’s
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy told me Black you a profit, nigga
Cause when you, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

Kodak Black – Reminiscing (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Off the head, shit, you know what I’m saying
Blee, brr, off the dome, man, I’m in, ayy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
22 hours locked down, ain’t shit to do but think
I remember like it was yesterday, was drinkin’ out the sink
I’m sittin’ back plottin’, I’m just sittin’ back vibin’
A nigga can’t complain, I had to use my time wisely
I’m sleepin’ in a dorm, but they ain’t send me off to college
I still got money buried from that lick I hit in Raleigh
I’m book-smart but the streets gave me all my knowledge
So there ain’t nun’ for you when you comin’ out the projects
So there ain’t nun’ for you when you comin’ out the slum
A mouth full of gold teeth, they think a nigga dumb
I got a handful of dreads, think a nigga illiterate
But I know when I go to talk, a nigga’ll reconsider it
I know you niggas just tryna benefit
I ain’t fuckin’ with you a little bit
I ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
I ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
I was sellin’ weed in middle school, just meet me in the halls
Right now I’m goin’ in, but I was just behind the wall
This jail got me thinkin’, I feel like everybody flawed
I got too much to lose, but I’ll still go at a nigga jaw
I’m down for the count, I’m never down for the cause
I made a million dollars off of shows and goin’ hard

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I love money, I can’t go back to the bottom ’cause I
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
But, I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah
Fuck your problems, it’s too late to tell me sorry
I pulled up in a ‘rari, it don’t come with no apologies
I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I remember everythin’, I done been through everythin’
I remember who shitted on me, or who been in the paint
Like Ray J, got a bitch from the Bronx givin’ me brain
Like Ray J, I done walked through the motherfuckin’ rain
Right now I done got too far to give a motherfucker a feature
I’m the freshest man in high school, but I’m a motherfuckin’ senior
Lil’ shawty want to kick it, I told her I don’t play FIFA
I jumped up out the Beamer, now I’m slidin’ in the regal
That pussy so tight but I be tryna go deeper
If she can make moolah, she a motherfuckin’ keeper
Reminiscin’ about my niggas, reminiscin’ about my homies
I’m thinkin’ ’bout my niggas, I’m thinkin’ ’bout my whoadies
I don’t fuck with Fooly no more but I still fuck with Cody
Got a booger in my nose, A Boogie on the chorus
A young nigga, I jumped off the porch, run Forrest
I’ll lose it about that money, I’ll go dumb for it
I’m workin’ like a Mexican, fuck around and get deported
I bought my mama a crib, thirty clip in my forty
She said that my baby, I told that bih let’s go to Maury
Lame niggas get extorted, if it ain’t foreign then it’s borin’

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I love money, I can’t go back to the bottom ’cause I
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
But, I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah
Fuck your problem, it’s too late to tell me sorry
I pulled up in a ‘Rari, it don’t come with no apologies
I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah
Reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah

Kodak Black – Side Nigga (Painting Pictures Album)

[Hook]
Fuck this shit, I’m tired of this
Ain’t tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
You don’t know what you could be
You ain’t don’t even know my pitch
Like you don’t wanna be my bih
I’m tryna make you my bih
I don’t wanna be your mini-er
Don’t wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I’ma be your man

[Verse 1]
Baby I ain’t even playing
I just wanna be your man
Lately I been thinking
Wanna have some romance
I’ma treat you like a princess
Ain’t gonna nowhere, I’m staying
Fuck them lil hoes, they hating
Ain’t gonna nowhere, I’m staying
Tired of this other nigga, I know he a lame
I would X him out the fucking picture
But you won’t tell me his name
I’ma crop him out the frame
I’ma find out where he stay
I’ma get that nigga slayed
But you don’t wanna tell me his name

[Hook]
Fuck this shit, I’m tired of this
Ain’t tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
You don’t know what you could be
You ain’t don’t even know my pitch
Like you don’t wanna be my bih
I’m tryna make you my bih
I don’t wanna be your mini-er
Don’t wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I’ma be your man

[Verse 2]
You don’t want me, then just tell me that
I swear to god I’ll understand
Probably feel like I’m just a kid
I’m nineteen and you twenty-six
I’m infatuated with everything you do
But I’m tired of trying to impress you boo
So tell me what it is
And baby I’ma let you live
Baby I’ma let you be
Do you want him or you want me
Swear I don’t wanna be your secondary
Lil Kodak crop him out the picture
Baby you just don’t know
I ain’t even got no hoes
I just wanna be your only though
That’s only if you want me to

[Hook]
Fuck this shit, I’m tired of this
Ain’t tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
You don’t know what you could be
You ain’t don’t even know my pitch
Like you don’t wanna be my bih
I’m tryna make you my bih
I don’t wanna be your mini-er
Don’t wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I’ma be your man

Kodak Black – Off The Land (Painting Pictures Album)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m painting pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil Kodak making movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live my life, when you hear my songs you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Getting bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate so why lil shawty wanna kick it
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-laundering
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talking Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me I’m booted up, ain’t talking Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleeping knowing that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby how I’m sucking on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculating every move, this shit like playing chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cutting dope with Arm & Hammer
When I was jumping in them houses like I’m fucking Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

Kodak Black – Top Off Benz (feat. Young Thug) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Got the Hermès on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Kodak Black – Feeling Like (feat. Jeezy) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
My lil nigga trippin’, have the one catch a body
He even dropped outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and don’t talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit everybody
I’m livin’ like a sniper, lyin’ with the window cracked
‘Cause I’m about to see out the end
I be chasin’ paper but these ladies, they be after me
And every time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of ’em got a game plan on try to catch me
Think about my life, every night I’m smokin’ grabba leaf
I think about my homies in the system
I think about my homies ’cause I miss ’em
I wish you could call me to come get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my nigga
You missin’ out on your children
The streets vouch for me ’cause rappin’ what I’m livin’
I rap the way I rap ’cause I be rappin’ what I’m feelin’
[?] I’m gone

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for my her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin’ Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that’s in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I’m livin’ large
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and parted ways
50/50, make it back, that’s what they all say
Y’all pray for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them lights get behind us, I’ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, nigga lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain’t no lookin’ better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain’t right for ya
But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these chains take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the ‘rari in designer frames
Mad luck just hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like niggas don’t want me to be great
Until you’re made but they’re inside, G’s fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money
But the devil got me workin’ for this rap money
They tried to stop me livin’ good, I’ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, I’ma die that way

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy

Kodak Black – Why They Call You Kodak (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Alright, the name Kodak Black! How’d you get the name Kodak Black? How’d you get the name Kodak Black?
I mean, it’s a lotta ways I could explain it. You know what I’m sayin’?
Brrr, glee, Sniper Gang, ayy
I say, "Man, you gotta let me in the club with my Ruger, man, you got to"

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m on probation, but I’m sly and not even ‘posed to be out
But I’m lurkin’, tryna come see what your press about
See, when it’s ’bout me, I’ma slide, run in yo’ house
See, when it’s ’bout me, niggas die, ’cause I’m in my prime
I ain’t got no time to do no beefin’, like I’m a vegan
See when it’s pressure, I ain’t sleepin’, I ain’t doin’ no tweetin’
And I’ll violate to get a pussy nigga straight
And when I pull up, when I’m bussin’, that shit out the gate
And I don’t leave no shells around with my thirty-eight
And I ain’t wearin’ a suit, but I’ll catch me another case
I ain’t no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I’m in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Verse 2]
I shoot a pussy nigga like I’m doin’ a film
I don’t lay up, I cross up like I’m in the gym
I got my shooters with me posted with me under the rim
I got my sniper on the bleacher, you don’t even see him
I got a Beamer, but I’m slidin’ late night in the kill
And I ain’t playin’ football, but I’m really in the field
And Lil’ Kodak, I be flashin’, I’m scared of snappin’
And I ain’t doin’ a show if I can’t come in with my ratchet
A nigga ever snap my chain, I’ma stop rappin’
These niggas don’t really be ’bout the issue, they just be cappin’
I ain’t no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I’m in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Outro]
I mean, it’s a lotta ways I could, I could explain it. You know what I’m sayin’? I be livin’ for the moment. Yeah, I could explain it that way. That’s some fly shit. I think. I ain’t no cameraman though, but I’ll shoot a nigga. I just thought of that, really. People be asking

Kodak Black – There He Go (Painting Pictures Album)

Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco
Ay, Lil Kodak on the beat I got that bass, ho
Boy I drop that shit that they be waitin’ for
I like the Beamer but I’m about to go cop a Wraith tho’
I done peeped your true colors, boy you a rainbow
I got Space Jams on my feet, I’m on the moon
I’m really lit, so I ain’t gotta use no auto-tune
Yeah, I’m the shit, but you know damn well I ain’t number two
I’m in this bih’ around some niggas who ain’t got nothin’ to lose
But shawty got that head, she got that fire brain
She know I love the head, I love that migraine
You ain’t never run off with a boss ainna
She know a nigga be stunting like a Power Ranger
Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco
These ain’t Ray-bans, these Saint Laurent shades, ho
The way my niggas hit your block, you’d think it’s Halo
No more home invadin’ now, I’m on the radio
I don’t even like to fuck, I only want fellatio
I done jumped out to that bag, baby check my swag
Money fallin’ out my ass, I got a lot of cash
Ay, everybody runnin’, nigga got a gun
I ain’t makin’ beats but the Draco got a drum
I don’t wear no fuckin’ Yeezys, I got too much sauce
Like I don’t believe in Jesus, how I triple cross
I ain’t even brush my teeth, but I’m on the block
I ain’t even brush my teeth, all I do is floss
Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my 40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

Wale & DJ Luna – Heisman Watch (Before I Shine Mixtape)

[Intro]
You know these niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You know that, right?
Look what you’ve done

[Hook]
It’s like I’m on the Heisman watch
That’s gotta be what would describe, symbolize I’ve got
Skill, four times the talent around me
Desmond Howard playin’ for Howard
Just tell me how can I be, stopped?

[Verse 1]
This Allen Ive’ at an Ivy college
They can’t check me, I don’t practice, my class too hard
Nigga mean my swag is grown, bag too big
But y’all not hip, I’m Bo Jackson though, go
Prolific, no weapon that’s formed against me
Is prosperin’, my guard center his wall for me
And SportsCenter endorsin’ me
I’m Anthony Dorsett on these niggas
Was in the picture, the stars called me
Got sweeter than Peter Warrick or
Warrick Dunn when I’m done leavin’, we gettin’ on the bucks
Trust, we gettin’ on the bucks
Like a mid-major playmaker, niggas ain’t on to us
Yeah, keep sleepin’
Still I rock it like Raghib every time I feature
Ha, yeah, that’s Rocket Ismail, y’all
Speed kills, I’m a speed demon
And what you deem a deacon I see as a Duncan, big
Fundamentals, longevity in abundance and
And I run this shit, comin’ to fuckin’ humble niggas
Fuckin’ dusty lookin’ Sanduskys could never touch the kid
Yessir, Folarin applyin’ pressure
Keep defyin’ odds, increase your haters and net worth
Yessir, Folarin got hitters that work
I’ll pop 48, leave your whole team in a redshirt
Yessir, that’s work

[Interlude]
Who will be the winner?
The winner is…
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you, y’all
Know I don’t play, mixtape and football but I’ma roll ’til I’m tired
And rap lines still matter
Nike! And while I’m at it I’d like to shout out Roc Nation Sports
Young Hov, Pecas, OG Juan
Young Money Sports, Mack Maine, God bless you
Gifted athletes forever
Keep it down, keep it down, I got somethin’ to say
Look… hollup

[Verse 2]
USC, would you please give Reggie his trophies?
And I hope the NCAA pay the players like coaches
Joe McKnight, I pray for your soul and family with passion
And a cold cell in Angola for Mr. Ronald Gasser
And a former college runnin’ back, now just an honest rapper
And I ran a 4.4 twice, but these 16s much faster
Deshaun Watson, Lamar Jackson
I start rappin’, they start watchin’
They start gaspin’, I don’t need no backup
R.I.P. Rashaan Salaam, this shit was hard to tackle
But if I bear it they gon’ see what’s on my head, now catch up
Like CTE got some of my people feel a lil’ off
Memory loss, mood swings, tryna feed the family
That CTE got some of these niggas slowly fallin’ off
So I pray that y’all retire healthy and keep a passion
Young, rich and happy, and you ain’t got to like me
But I got that vibe, make Mel Kiper go write about me
Now send the kite up to Lawrence Phillips, no, Thunder Collins
The former running’s for Cornhuskers, they fumbled out it
Now read up on Randy Moss, playin’ for Bob Bowden
I’m Tyreek Hill, I see redemption, I see my talent
Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled
They’re Ryan Leaf, their season cancelled
Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled
May not have no Grammy, but goddamn I should be in Canton

[Hook]
It’s like I’m on the Heisman watch
That’s gotta be what would describe, symbolize I’ve got skill
Four times the talent around me
Desmond Howard playin’ for Howard
Just tell me how can I be… stopped? Ralph

Bush – Mad Love (Black And White Rainbows Album)

[Verse 1]
I was saving you from drowning
You were silent as a rain cloud
The ceiling was imploding
The walls were closing in
I was feeling a prisoner
Was running so fast
I was speeding through the red lights
Speeding past

[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy

[Refrain]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

[Verse 2]
So restless while waiting
You’ve been gone so long
I fell in your slipstream
Fell in my arms
And I want you to dance now
To dance just for me
It’s all out of focus
You make me so free

[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy

[Refrain]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy
Still got mad love for you, baby
Still got mad love for you, baby
Every day you find ways to drive me crazy

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Mad love, mad love

Bush – Water (Black And White Rainbows Album)

I will always be yours
You stole my heart some time ago
Now with the madness this winter
We wait for Spring to grow

Till the blossom blows
Till the blossom blows
Till the blossom blows

Got to be like water
Got to be like rain
Got to be myself again
No matter what you say

You will always be mine
Together or apart
We might be dead forever
Nothing kills like covered hearts

Till the blossom blows
Till the blossom blows
Till the blossom blows

Got to be like water
Got to be like rain
Got to be myself again
No matter what you say
Got to be like water
Got to be like rain
Got to be myself again
I’m in an inner space

Breathe life into dead things
Breathe life into beauty, yeah

Got to be like water
Got to be like rain
Got to be myself again
No matter what you say

[?]
When you can’t see your enemies

Got to be like water
Got to be like water
Got to be like water
Got to be like

Bush – Lost In You (Black And White Rainbows Album)

She rests her head close to mine
I feel her in me all the time
It’s been a while since I’ve seen her around
We weren’t at our best when she left town
I’ve seen the red of the sun
It’s dull compared to what I’ve done

And you’re haunting me from space
As I crush my car again

I, I get lost in you
A safe place to come
‘Cause you, you are the only one
To help to see me through

Faces can tell you’ve been used
I’ve seen how much there is to lose
Love seems to shine falls down
All the new tattoos have gone wrong

And you’re haunting me from space

I, I get lost in you
A safe place to come
And you, you are the only one
To help to see me through

It’s hard not to miss what you destroy
All that weakness knows no joy
Will I ever see her again
Once I was inside her

I, I get lost in you
A safe place to come
And you, you are the only one
To help to see me through

I, I get lost in you
And I try, try, try not to fade

Bush – All The Worlds Within You (Black And White Rainbows Album)

The longest night is over
The longest day has just begun
I turn myself in someone
I should’ve been all along
But these trials are here to mould us
We are how we reply

And all the worlds within you
And all the places that you go
All the love that’s inside you
All the scars and all the lows
All the worlds, all the worlds, all the worlds

There’s murder in the streets
Don’t need matter in the houses
We lost our minds, lost valentines
You push so far, you push so long

And all the worlds within you
And all the places that you go
All the love that’s inside you
All the scars and all the lows
And all the worlds within you
All the places that you go
All the love that’s inside you
All the scars and all the lows
All the worlds, all the worlds

When will you come around?
I’m so tired of this waiting, tired of this waiting
I’m so tired of this waiting

To all the worlds within you
To all the worlds within you
To all the worlds

Bush – Dystopia (Black And White Rainbows Album)

[Verse]
We don’t know what is coming
We know where we’ve been
In this city of ghosts i find myself again
There’s seventeen ways you tried to kill me from the inside
And now all this scars all this wounds will be healed

[Chorus]
Dystopia
Things got so out of control
(Dystopia)
I find so hard to let go
(Dystopia)
Things got so out of control
(Dystopia)
I find so hard to let go
(Dystopia)

[Verse]
I know you’re living on the edge, in a minefield
I’ve waited such a long time for you to feel
I’ve missed you for the longest, it has been so long
There was a time you were but now i know you’re gone

[Chorus]
(Dystopia)
Things got so out of control
(Dystopia)
I find so hard to let go
(Dystopia)
Things got so out of control
(Dystopia)
I find so hard to let go
(Dystopia)

[Verse]
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is sand
Everything you know is broken
Everything you know is gone
Everything you know
Everything you know
Everything you know
Everything you know

[Chorus]
(Dystopia)
Things got so out of control
(Dystopia)
I find so hard to let go
(Dystopia)
Things got so out of control
(Dystopia)
I find so hard to let go
(Dystopia)

Bush – Nothing But A Car Chase (Black And White Rainbows Album)

There’s blood on the walls, this town
Some screams have no sound
Been around the world for love
You’ve been around the world for love
You’ve found the scene in the silence
The flowers in your hair
Hang on to yourself, babe
Hang on to yourself, babe

It’s all so temporary
Change is like the rivers running through the mountains
Your heart was a sanctuary
Now it’s just a mystery to me

This will pass, it’s like suicide
Don’t give it up, you got to make it alive
It’s nothing but a car chase, babe
Nothing but a mind gone crazed
Trouble in spades, yeah
At seventy five miles per hour

Hang on to yourself, babe
Hang on to yourself, babe

It’s all so temporary
Change is like the rivers running through the mountains
Your heart was a sanctuary
Now it’s just a mystery to me

A house of mirrors
A house of mirrors, a house of mirrors

Made my way to the city, oh
There was noone around, oh
I remember you so beautiful
I remember you so down, down

It’s oh, so temporary
Change is like the rivers running through the mountains
Your heart was a sanctuary
Now it’s just a mystery to me

The house of mirrors
The house of mirrors

Bush – The Edge Of Love (Black And White Rainbows Album)

I’ve never thought I’d see your face again
I always felt that we both knew it was the end of things
You’re strong like a fire
You’re beautiful and wild in a dangerous wind
Now you are here, despite all the fears that we share within

We’re on the edge of love
Dive in the drowning pool we loose ourselves
See a light shining through on the edge of love (on the edge of love)
See a light shining through
Ooh ooh uah

I see the flicker of the valley lights
A million of heartbeats, so bittersweet, that go out of time
A million mistakes, the way that we break to never return again
I’ve waited to bloom, I am clinically blue
But I won’t fade on you

We’re on the edge of love
Dive in the drowning pool we loose ourselves
See a light shining through on the edge of love (on the edge of love)
See a light shining through
I’ve tried to run, destroyed all I can
Bombs around, on a beach of quicksand
We’re on the edge love
Dive in the drowning pool we loose ourselves
See a light shining through on the edge of love
Dive in the drowning pool we loose ourselves
See a light shining through on the edge of love (on the edge of love)
See a light shining through
Ooh ooh uah

Bush – People At War (Black And White Rainbows Album)

I’m a stranger to your people
I’m a stranger to your love
I am miles from your systems
I’ve seen you up above

We hurt together
We hurt apart
Peaceful people at war
We’re peaceful people at war

I’m the refugee of angels
I’m the refugee of war
These lights can be so frightening
When you don’t know what’s happening

We hurt together
We hurt apart
We hurt forever
We hurt so hard

Peaceful people at war
We’re peaceful people at war
We are lost
Floating nowhere

And the storm is closing in
And the cover of top clothing
It’s you, me and stars
Every ending is a beginning
Every ending is a start
I am so far from my homeland
So far from your arms

Peaceful people at war
We are peaceful people at war
Peaceful, peaceful
We are peaceful, peaceful

Casanova – Tax Letter (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

This nigga Tax out here volunteering to eat ass
This nigga wanna eat ass
Fuck Cas
Cas out here with his wife
If he wouldn’ve left her home we would’ve been litttttttt
Litttttttt, everything getting shot

Dear beloved, how you holdin’ up?
Whip still movin’, we ain’t slowin’ up
Wish you was right here rollin’ up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I’m blown’ up
That fed case hit me like a car crash
But I still listen to your podcast
On the beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon’ bring that heat
Like that interview with Meek?
In the Wraith, still drinking D’USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they callin’ you a devil
You went against the grain, you was more like a rebel
I know you waitin’ on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he’s helpin’ with the bail money
And thats a fact, you helped me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain’t ever goin’ back

Just tryna get you situated back
Even Wack said the situation wack
The billys still beefin’ with the macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I guess they know my face now
"Don’t Run" got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one try
This is how it sound when a thug cry

The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn Irving Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, at a Roc Nation brunch it was crazy
Cut a couple niggas off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I’m state to state though
These niggas showin’ love, but it’s fake though
Yeah I know its gettin’ late, bro
But you already know, nigga, be safe though

Casanova – Stick And Move (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Intro]
You know what
I’m bout to restore the feeling

[Chorus]
100 pieces for the road
Nah I ain’t fly nigga I drove
You a pussy ’cause you told
I can never get exposed
I stick and move yeah I stick and move
Take a niggas jewels that’s what hitters do
Don’t make me black out don’t let me switch a fuse

[Verse 1]
9 out of 10 I ain’t in the mood
If I gotta eat, everybody food
Everything I rap about I really do
All that shit you rap about ain’t really you
I’m in the club with a deuce deuce
Bouncer checked my pockets he ain’t check my shoes
The chopper outside if you wit’ ya crew
Niggas violate, end up in the news
Niggas don’t want no problems
I robbed ’em, thats how we feed the dog’s dem
I went from starving to foreigns

[Chorus]
100 pieces for the road
Nah I ain’t fly nigga I drove
You a pussy ’cause you told
I can never get exposed
I stick and move yeah I stick and move
Take a niggas jewels that’s what hitters do
Don’t make me black out don’t let me switch a fuse

[Verse 2]
I keep that mother fucking stick on me
Two extra clips on me
That Swiss Army can’t discharge me from this army
Your bitch on me my gun blacker than Rich Homie
Woah, think you a don?
Then let me ask that question and get it wrong
I’m in your project building on your lawn
Bout to push a wig back, word to LeBron
I’m the Don Don Dada, yea top shotta
All I know is ski mask, squeeze fast and gun powder
My gun louder than a drum coward

[Chorus]
100 pieces for the road
Nah I ain’t fly nigga I drove
You a pussy ’cause you told
I can never get exposed
I stick and move yeah I stick and move
Take a niggas jewels that’s what hitters do
Don’t make me black out don’t let me switch a fuse

Casanova – Rip Rollie (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Intro]
See, I done ran through the white gold Sky Dweller
Rose Gold presi
The AP, nah I ain’t really fuckin’ with that shit no more
I’m gettin’ too much money
I’m gettin’ too much fuckin’ money

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 1]
Oh that’s a Rollie? this 3 of those
But I like ya watch don’t get pita rolled
See you shinin’ in the club hope your peoples know
That I got it on my hip not in the vehicle
Before I signed a deal I had 100 pack
You signed a deal where your money at?
What you get a show I bet I double that
And those ain’t Rolex diamonds what you done to that?
You see my watch how it’s frozed up
You saw opps then you froze up
I got a Glock ready to load up
Ya song was hot all summer but now it slowed up
So it’s R.I.P. to the homie
If your watch tick-tock, it’s a phony
Before I took that shit you shoulda told me
I went to the jeweler look what he sold me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 2]
Try to be cool, get the right vibe
But no more Mr. Nice Guy
Hope the shell for the 12 is the right size
Got the hitta to my left and my right side
Bout to step to any rapper with his chain out
If he tryna resist blow his brains out
Baking soda for the blood, get the stains out
My drugs and my side bitch in the same house
You got lined for it, but you grind for it
What you sayin’, you ain’t ready to die for it?
If it ain’t about money ain’t got no time for it
But if it’s war, nigga I’m all for it
So it was R.I.P. to ya brodies
I don’t fuck with them niggas them niggas police
Patek is a watch that’s what they told me
And if you getting that money than nigga show me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

Casanova – The Old 50 (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Chorus](x2)
We fresh out the coupe
The homies point ’em out I’ll shoot
If your bitch bad we scoop
Fuck boy you out the loop

[Verse 1]
Fresh up out the Wraith
Whats the combo to the safe, left right, left right
Where the case!
Oh you screamin’, here’s some duct tape, for your face
I came to your place, to put your monkey ass in your place
I dumped the body just in case
Cop come searching for a trace
Disrespect I love to react to
Clear the whole block with that Mac (boom boom boom)
This the kind of music you can trap to
Everybody get down this is a jack move
And this is my city (Ha)
Don’t I sound like the old 50 (Ha)
That chopper holds 50 (Ha)
So if you come to kill me, know you going with me (Ha)
You niggas never left the stoop (you stupid)
I was in the field with the troops (the Hoolies!)
And your baby mama loose
I hit her doggy style, I move it like [?]

[Chorus](x2)
We fresh out the coupe
The homies point ’em out I’ll shoot
If your bitch bad we scoop
Fuck boy you out the loop

[Verse 2]
Tell my bitch pass the strap to me
Yea I gotta keep it strapped to me
Don’t say my name in your song, this ain’t just rap to me
My goons’ll cough up your lungs, then bring it back to me
Nobody been this gritty since Suge
Yea I make my city look good
You maricón you not a ghost I ride with toast
When I approach I fire close then adios
Y’all niggas beefin’ on the internet
I’m beefing with my shooter asking why you ain’t hit him yet?
You niggas know I been a threat
You ain’t met a nigga in the city realer yet

[Chorus](x2)
We fresh out the coupe
The homies point ’em out I’ll shoot
If your bitch bad we scoop
Fuck boy you out the loop

Casanova – OHB (feat. Chris Brown Lo) (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 1: Young Lo]
Yeah, I’m ridin’ like Pac, play Suge and get shot
I’m like Eazy on the corner, Ice Cube’s in a pot (boom boom boom)
Yeah, today was a good day
Made a mil off of Pills like Dr. Dre
‘Cause murder was the case that they gave me
I hit it doggy style, now Brenda got a baby
Hard as ice tea on me, they wanna get the guy
I pull that mac 10 and spray it with a crooked eye (where you blowin’)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
OHB, DMV, where you think it all started, nigga?
You started with ’em, I started trippin’, this Virginia
100 clips and I’m pushin’ T’s
On my Timbaland shit like I made the beat
I’m for real, my nigga, boy, don’t play with me
Shout out to Missy but ain’t no misdemeanors, we catchin’ felonies
Where you think you get all your drugs from?
How you know the plug? Where you think you get your guns from?
3 shooters, 3 shots, fish bombs like AI
Neck cold but I stay hot, we do walk ups, that’s a face shot
Richard Mille, yours a fake watch
I love pullin’ triggers, I don’t take shots

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 3: Casanova]
Let me bust a rhyme for you cats
Shoot up the club, I’m like Shyne with the gat
Throw your queen over the bridge
Tell your bitch this were Nas used to live
I’m from the jungle but it’s concrete
I bring havoc when I mob deep
Fuck around and be a dead man
I’m a Blood, you could call me red man
I’m in the telly with a lot of girls
Or in your bitch belly like I’m Tommy Bunds
And if I ever land on D block
I’ma wild out like the 3 LOX

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
[I’m a gorilla, nigga]
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

Casanova – That One (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Bridge]
Before I die Imma catch a body
Before I die Imma rob somebody
Before I die I’ll flip the whole brick
Before I die you’ll get the whole clip

[Chorus]
Cause I pack guns
I stack ones
I’m that one
I’m that one, that one, that one
That one, that one
That one, that one

[Verse 1]
At the train station with a rubber grip
They got me crying cause my mother sick
And they ain’t give him a bail I know my brother sick
I guess it’s me against the world I’m on some other shit
Lemme take you back to that hoolie shit
(?) shooting on some movie shit
Remember when I bought my first mask
Didn’t go to church I went to Church Ave
Rob niggas and I sold drugs
Whole hood Crip, but I turned Blood
Didn’t care about myself or nobody else
Til’ I told myself, there’s nobody else

[Chorus]
Cause I pack guns
I stack ones
I’m that one
I’m that one, that one, that one
That one, that one
That one, that one

[Verse 2]
Dad I remember nights that we ain’t speak
I remember nights that I ain’t sleep
Outside hustlin’ on them mean streets
Pocket shallow but the pain deep
Always had a fight, woulda stole one
If you got on a page you got the whole one
Only thing I never did was snatch a purse
But I put a nigga in a hearse
DFY only made me worse
Even my mother told me that I’m cursed
Said I’m just like my father, and that shit hurt
Said I’m just like my father, and that shit hurt

[Bridge]
Before I die Imma catch a body
Before I die Imma rob somebody
Before I die I’ll flip the whole brick
Before I die you’ll get the whole clip

[Chorus]
Cause I pack guns
I stack ones
I’m that one
I’m that one, that one, that one
That one, that one
That one, that one

Casanova – Come Thru (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Intro]
Yo
Why you facetiming me Cas’?
‘Cus I know your man not there
How you know?
‘Cus I’m outside, come downstairs

[Hook]
Girl, you can get fly with a nigga
Roll something, getting high with a nigga
Or you can ride by with your nigga
‘Cus when your man leave, you can come thru
Just me and you, or you can bring your friend too
You already know how we do, yeah
Girl, you can ride by with a nigga
Roll something, getting high with a nigga
Or you can ride by with your nigga
‘Cus when your man leave, you can come thru
Just me and you, or you can bring your friend too
You already know how we do, yeah

[Verse 1]
When ya man leave call me
Girl we can have a orgy
Bring ya friend if she horny
I told you she was on me
I’m a gangsta and she like that
Gave her the piece and told her swipe that
Saw you with ya man sometimes it like that
But when I hit you up you hit me right back

[Bridge]
And thats true, baby girl I want you
You could come through
We could kick it like kung-fu

[Hook]
Girl, you can get fly with a nigga
Roll something, getting high with a nigga
Or you can ride by with your nigga
‘Cus when your man leave, you can come thru
Just me and you, or you can bring your friend too
You already know how we do, yeah
Girl, you can ride by with a nigga
Roll something, getting high with a nigga
Or you can ride by with your nigga
‘Cus when your man leave, you can come thru
Just me and you, or you can bring your friend too
You already know how we do, yeah

[Verse 2]
She like the way I’m inked up
Hit her late night tell her link up
Pour a lil’ liquor tell her drink up
Always in my bed is where she end up
I dont give a fuck if you a Headphanie
We gon’ fuck all day need a referee
I don’t know nothing if he step to me
But when that nigga leave, girl get next to me

[Bridge]
And thats true, baby girl I want you
You could come through
We could kick it like kung-fu

[Hook]
Girl, you can get fly with a nigga
Roll something, getting high with a nigga
Or you can ride by with your nigga
‘Cus when your man leave, you can come thru
Just me and you, or you can bring your friend too
You already know how we do, yeah
Girl, you can ride by with a nigga
Roll something, getting high with a nigga
Or you can ride by with your nigga
‘Cus when your man leave, you can come thru
Just me and you, or you can bring your friend too
You already know how we do, yeah

Casanova – Decline (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D