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2 Chainz - Rap Or Go To The League Album Lyrics



2 Chainz - Rap Or Go To The League Lyrics






Forgiven

And we're introducing the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21, Tauheed Epps

Yeah
Pray for our sins, I
Pray for our souls, the
Tears that we're cryin'
Let 'em all be forgiven
Let it all be forgiven (When your dream, when your dream, dream, dream)
Just let it all be forgiven

When your dreams turn to nightmares
Transactions turn to Nike Airs
Went to Greenbriar Mall and bought five pairs
I stayed in the Creek, junkies used to preach
In the dope game, tryna reach my peak and go undefeated
I pleaded with the judge, this my first offense
High school b-ball, I'm tryna get a scholarship
No ACC, SEC, ClayCo APD
On a bumpy road like an ATV, EBT
Used to give me peace
I smile on the outside, inside discreet
As far as the past, wish I could press delete
Let my dogs off the leash
Rather buy it than lease or get murdered in the streets, fine line

Who can learn
Pray for the children (I pray)
I pray for our healing (I pray)
I know you feel it (I know you feel it)
Just let it all be forgiven (Lord forgive him, yeah)
Just let it all be forgiven (Lord forgive him, yeah)
Your sins, let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Dead lies, that is how we livin' (Lord forgive him, that is how we livin', yeah)
Just let it all be forgiven

Got a phone call from Lil' Fate
Somebody shot his son, he didn't make it
My head achin', hands started shakin'
Foul beyond flagrant
He said, "Bro, what I'm supposed to do?"
I paused, remorseful
We been partners since public school
Kids ain't supposed to die before us
As a parent, it's apparent, ain't no parents
Seeing stops once we leave the carriage
Cold of the streets react with the heat to create balance
One of the biggest revenge is prayer
Me, Sean, Dre, and Chris was there
Guess Flesh won't spend Christmas there
But in spirit, know you hearin' it loud and clear
Whole family miss you as we stare off in the atmosphere
No fear

Pray for our sins, I
I pray for our souls, the
Tears that you're cryin'
Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Your sins let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)

Hey, I don't know need to hear this
Dead lies, that is how we livin'
But if you're doin' somethin' to make
Just let it all be forgiven
If you're doin' somethin' to make your parents have to bury you
You may want to slow down
Everything got a consequence, whether good or bad
Rest in Peace Shaylin
Bigg, I love you, bruh
You know what I'm sayin'?
My other partner lost his son too, right before the 18th birthday
We out here bullshit, for what?
Pray for my soul
You don't get another life
This ain't no practice life
Pray for my sins
These tears that I'm crying, let them all be forgiven
Let them all be forgiven
That's it, that's it

In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they address him
Still linger in the velvet of his dreams, the scene unseen
Black boy fightin' for manhood in a world that still sees through Jim Crow lens
Oh, them love him in his place
Separate, away, torn, disconnected, passive, submissive, and shufflin'
Oh, now just turn that shufflin' into dancin'
'Cause you know them love black boys dancin'
And singin' and ballin'
You know them love black boys' strength
But don't love black boys
Let me see your hands
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Writer: Dwayne Allen Abernathy, Hugh Perry, Kanye Omari West, Marsha Ambrosius, Maxwell Livingston Smith, Shawn C Carter, Tauheed Epps, UNKNOWN WRITER, DWAYNE A ABERNATHY, KANYE WEST, LEE PERRY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Capitol CMG Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Threat 2 Society

Be here, yes, it is
It's so good just to be alive, well, well, well
It's so good to be here, yes, it is
It's so good just to be alive, well, well, well
It's so good to be here

Natural disasters, all these emotional rappers
Master of my own fate and I own my own masters
Don't let this smooth taste fool you, when I bust, I school you
They throw rocks and hide behind the computer
It's yellow tape and white chalk when I'm on the beat
Yeah, you rich, but your talk is cheap
Never see me tryna walk with sheep
I'm so famous, can't even cough in peace
Your alter ego is Maltese
I was waitin' for Auntie Punkin release
You niggas cryin' over spilled milk
Probably never seen your friend killed
Probably never seen your dad die
Or played dodgeball with fed time
I done some things I ain't proud of
Like sold my mom drugs
The devil put some toxin in me
Demons tryna have an auction in me
They wanna sell my soul
Goin' once, goin' twice, never sold
Best story that was never told
Keep in mind that I have several episodes
A lot of things to be thankful for
A wife and three kids, I may make it four

Never get the credit I deserve
I don't know if you hearin' every word
I don't get the credit I deserve
Rest in peace Johnny, really had them birds (really had them birds)
Yeah, I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat
Yeah, I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat (threat, threat, threat)
You know I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat (threat, threat, threat)
Yeah, I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat (threat, threat, threat)

They wanna know where the jump shot come from
Coach Outlaw taught me the BEEF method (rest in peace)
Balance, eye contact, elbow room, follow-through
See, that's what I was taught to do
I probably learned more from Coach Gwyn
Than I did from my own kin
Yeah, the streets was my sensei
I sold dope then rapped about it on my mixtape
I had respect but I gained more
You rather be underrated or unemployed?
Hmm, think on it
Kesha ring big enough to skate on it
My lifestyle big enough to hate on it
This beat hard enough to put Jay on it
My yard too big to put a rake on it
But I got the Cullinan, the Wraith on it

Never get the credit I deserve
I don't know if you hearin' every word
I don't get the credit I deserve
Rest in peace Johnny, really had them birds (really had them birds)
Yeah, I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat
Yeah, I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat (threat, threat, threat)
You know I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat (threat, threat, threat)
Yeah, I'm a threat, I'm a threat, threat, threat (threat, threat, threat)

It's so good to be here, yes, it is
It's so good just to be alive, well, well, well
It's so good to be here, yes, it is
It's so good just to be alive, well, well, well
It's so good to be here, yes, it is
It's so good just to be alive, well, well, well
He could have taken my life
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Writer: Douglas Le Allen Williams, Leonard Williams, Melvin L. Williams, Patrick Denard Douthit, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Money in the Way

Hit 'em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

Psychedelic flow, I'm the dope and the antidote
Fade down the street from the pocket store, what you know?
Goin' back and forth, in and out, movin' lateral
Tools like mechanics, takin' women for collateral
Put her on the saddle with a paddle and an Adderall (Yeah)
Just tryna string it out like Latimore (Alright)
Old timer ass nigga, you are unemployed (You)
I'll buy my girl a building with the furniture (Tell 'em)
You still gettin' their hair done, I'm on the tummy tuck (Hah)
Yeah, I'm 2 Chainz, I'm known to double up (Double up)
In the double R with a double cup (Double cup)
Yeah, double parked at the W (W)
I'm from the South Side, go'n and throw it up (Throw it up)
Bein' around lame niggas give me phobia (Damn)
Every verse I do need a coroner (Coroner)
They say I'm heavy handed when I'm pourin' up

'Bove sea level (Yeah), I'm on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don't see nothin' (Alright)
The money in the way, f*ck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin' big flexin' (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin'
The money in the way, f*ck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way

It's definitely in the way, the bezel get replaced (Uh)
Whatever's in the safe, I put it in your face (Yeah)
They say life a bitch, we goin' on a date (Tell 'em)
I came from canned goods, I came from paper plates (I did)
God don't make mistakes, but he'll make a way (He will)
I got a pinky ring that cost 'bout 80K ('Bout 80)
You was led astray, I'm 'bout to set the pace
I think I'm booked up, but let me check the date (Let me check)
Watch my footsteps, yeah, ankle weights (Big)
Bought a new scale, tryna calibrate
Tryna add it up, I'm tryna allocate
Rockin' reptile, talkin' alligate'
You can clap that, talkin' patty cake (Bah)
School of hard knocks, you ain't graduate
Surround the bedroom with some yellow tape
And some chalk lines, they gon' investigate

'Bove sea level (Yeah), I'm on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don't see nothin' (Alright)
The money in the way, f*ck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin' big flexin' (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin'
The money in the way, f*ck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way
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Writer: Bruce Hawes, Joseph B. Jefferson, Tauheed Epps, Tyrone Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © AMG 4 EVER, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Statute of Limitations

Statute of limitations
30, you a motherf*ckin' fool, nigga
I ain't made a play since 2011
Can I talk my shit now?
Gotta talk my shit
I put in the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit

McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
Had a half a ticket 'fore I met with Def Jam
Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
No Wolverine here
Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
And Weezy gon' buy everything except a brick
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
You ain't runnin' shit

Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people's girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it's a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people's girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin')
If they don't like me then they respect me

You won't meet a girl that say that she left me
I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
Testing, testing, God gon' protect me
Went to Pristine, IV gon' protect me
Ask Steph Jack about the pack
Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat'
Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat'
I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people's girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it's a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people's girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin')
If they don't like me then they respect me

Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh mmh
Havin' legal petrol now, though
You dig?
87, 89, and 93
Gas
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Writer: James Phillips, Jonathan Smith, Michael Len Williams, Phalon Alexander, Sammie Norris, Samuel Gloade, Tauheed Epps, Todd Anthony Shaw
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






High Top Versace

Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I'm sayin'
(ATL Jacob)
Proud of you
Gang, gang

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got Popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (slurp)
It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (what?)
All this motherf*ckin' money startin' to double up (startin' to double up)
F*ck it, look at how much money startin' to double up (start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (swerve)
All this motherf*ckin' money startin' to double up (double up, double up)

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I ain't takin' no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds, got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that's from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, yeah, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I'm gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon's lair, yeah
I been spittin' fire, know you motherf*ckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu', Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, "yeah, mon"
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got Popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (I got hot)
It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (let's go, let's go)
All this motherf*ckin' money startin' to double up (bankroll)
F*ck it, look at how much money startin' to double up (double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherf*ckin' money startin' to double up

Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin' Actavis like it's red, yo
It's daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin' on your daddy like I'm Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin' by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Ken, Ryu

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got Popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (slurp)
It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (what?)
All this motherf*ckin' money startin' to double up (startin' to double up)
F*ck it, look at how much money startin' to double up (start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (swerve)
All this motherf*ckin' money startin' to double up (double up, double up)
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Writer: Jacob Denzel Canady, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Whip

Yeah
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
They really wanna keep us outside
'Cause you know we go way too live

Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under (Yeah)
Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under

Sell a bird, KFC (Bird)
And it was twenty LLC's (Yeah)
"Alexa, play," who played me? (Me)
Just made a mil' like Meek (Alright)
Pick a side, no in-between
Roll an L with the winning team
She a king like Billie Jean (Billie)
I want smoke, yeah, nicotine (Smoke)
Is you finer than Fashion Nova?
I wanna really see what's in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it's just a quick weave? (What?)
I'm 'bout the S with the lines through 'em
Partition with the blinds pulled
Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon' sign to 'em
Yeah

Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah (Yeah)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I'm the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside (Outside)
'Cause you know we go way too live (Too live)
Too turnt up for your club (Too turnt up)
4AM, ain't f*cked up

GLE, 63 Benz
Yeah, it really depends (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm covered, I'm drenched
Wet floor signs, hope you don't slip (Slip)
Yeah, my homie a Crip (Woo)
Seafood and you is a shrimp (Damn)
Money tall, you gon' need stilts (Tall)
Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh
Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah (Out of here)
She do whatever I want, yeah
I had the Maybach for five years
I still never sat in the front, yeah
I bought her designer, lil' mama, I'm proud of her
She got a body, pick her out a lineup
She ever leave me, I'm comin' to find her
Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas
Yeah

Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah (Whip it, whip)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I'm the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand (Do it, do it)
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside
'Cause you know we go way too live (Yeah)
Too turnt up for your club
4AM, ain't f*cked up (Yeah)

Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under
Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under
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Writer: Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, Mike Dean, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






NCAA

Honorable C.N.O.T.E

Who me?
I take this open beat (Yeah)
I smoke myself to sleep (Alright)
Got myself for free, yeah, ayy
Made a left right up the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I use good pussy like it's lotion, yeah, uh
I shoot a nigga for promotion, yeah
Drop my album off the court and make 'em post it, yeah, uh
I told you trappin' is a sport
My old school is Panamera Porsche, yeah
My last bitch got some head you can't ignore
I told her I might take her head on tour, uh
I used to roll my weed in front the store
Then drive so fast, I disrespect your car
I told 'em that my drizzle caviar
I'm playin' with the clit like a guitar
I'm playin' with the clit like a guitar
I'm playin' with the clit like a guitar

NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah

Let me get this straight, if I drop 40 today
You don't care if I eat, you don't care if I ate
They say, "You better have a good grade like a mixed baby hair"
They say, "We goin' to the tournament, we gonna need you there"
I have more crab legs than Jameis
You fake like you got a girlfriend, Manti Te'o
Maurice Clarett with bangers
This could drive a college kid crazy
This that Barnum and Bailey, the greatest show on Earth
I can't wait to go to the league so I can buy my mama what she want
This that mindset, that mentality
Made me a killer, fatality
From the public houses to a couple houses
To a couple cars, sippin' a cup of tea
No teacup, this a bully (Bully)
I re'd up with a fully (Bah)
My mood change about money (Uh)
Might open up another company
Put that in an LLC (LC)
Like, "How you gonna try to sue me?" (Sue me?)
My jogging pants filled with two G's (Two G's)
My jogging pants filled with few G's (Who we?)
I surround myself with a few G's (Few G's)
Wait a minute, let me follow this
You think because I got a scholarship
That I don't need dollars just to parlay with? What? (What?)
Manziel had the highest sellin' jersey
Bron moved back to Cleveland
Drake made a song 'bout him
Man, he ain't even workin'

NCAA (Damn), we the young and dangerous (Damn)
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
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Writer: Carlton Davis Jr. Mays, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Momma I Hit a Lick

(I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it)

Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (yeah, what?)
Wake up, count chilly (what?)
I'm up, count chilly (up)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick)
Huh, mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick

I'm comin', baby, send the address
Progress, never digress (never)
Your last man didn't passed the fly test (test)
I eat rappers, no digest, f*ck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (yeah)
Money taller than a giraffe (tall)
Feng shui by the mic stand, have you ever had two one-night stands? (have you ever?)
I'm a emperor, very sinister
Somewhere smokin' on indica (mmm)
Fox on me like Vivica (mmm)
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Rackies by the big face (yeah)
They want my spot, they wanna switch place (yeah)
They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (yeah)
Baow, baow, straight to the face (bow)
I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (whole)
Makin' a play in the police face
They was like, "Man, he fresh"
I was like, "Go, DJ" (go)
When they played your new shit
I was like, "No, DJ" (no)
You can go on and skip that
I buy a house and flip that

Chilly, chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (count it)
Wake up, count chilly
I'm up, count chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick (hit it)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Huh, mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick

(Ahh) fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch
My commas hit the floor, you call off in this bitch
I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch
And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch
C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch
Man, y'all not in this bitch, y'all are not familiar
Y'all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch
I, f*ck the opp, no competitor
Got into it with my bitch last night, she was right, but I had to get at her
Two popped bands and they dance on my waist
Hit the face, that's the editor
I don't take pics on a jet, lil' nigga
This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard
Sit your roody-poos in the nosebleed
Now my pockets holding big protein
Big, big protein (protein)
I leveled up past Fab Five, your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives
Playin' with me get you chastised, milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied
They didn't fall for it, strategize
Switch the flow 'cause they know niggas like identity theft
Oh, you got like me? (say less)
Oh, you pop like me? (say less)
Mask keep a nigga (in check)
Huh, swag keep a nigga (with checks)
Huh, tags on my wall (success)
Huh, played the underdog, now flex (now flex)

Chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly)
Wake up, count chilly
I'm up, count chilly
Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick)
Tell my mama I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick

Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kendrick Duckworth, Pharrell L. Williams, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Rule the World

Yeah
Uh-huh
(Hitmaka)
2 Chainz

Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (yeah)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (used to it)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
I realized we could rule the world
I realized we could rule the world (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Yeah
Fell in love with a real one, this a dedication (wow)
Had 'em patiently waitin' for a revelation
Even when I ain't around, ain't no separation
Your skin's smooth, your eyes brown and you're far from basic
Then we go to different places with no suitcases (wow)
But when we come back, we got suitcases (yeah)
Right now I use love for a medication (love)
Back in the day I'd shoot Cupid with no hesitation (bow, bow)
I got more than 40 acres for my reparations
Pussy on my navigation, that's my destination (tell 'em)
Please don't never tell on me, baby (never tell)
That mean don't call 12 on me, baby (don't call 12)
As long as the meal prepared for me, baby (it's prepared)
The mills I prepare, I share with you, baby (share)
Of course they gon' like this shit, look at it (look)
Everybody ain't happy, then look at me

Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (used to it)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (yeah)
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (wow)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (wow, tell 'em, baby)
I realized we could rule the world
I realized we could rule the world (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Why don't we ride four deep
Rode so far, we on E
She on E, she on me (yeah, yeah)
Let's try that way, okay
Shawty came in, walkin' like a model
Shaped like a bottle
She know if she mess with me, it's gon' be trouble
I'ma bust that bubble
I'ma always love her, mess up all the covers (yeah, yeah)
Watch me break it down like a foldin' chair
See me in the Chain Reactions, I got 40 pair
Sorry I ain't answer the phone, I was slappin' ass
Last night ain't answer, I was pullin' hair
Y'all know me, so lowkey
All this ice on, I got cold feet
My shawty bad, she a trophy
She like to lay on me and call me cozy (yeah)

Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (pray for me)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (alright)
Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (skrrt)
Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (skrrt)
Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it
I realized we could rule the world
I realized we could rule the world (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Skrrt (yeah)
Yeah
I'ma trap it out one way or another (yee)
Yeah (oh)
One thing about love, they say it's blind
No matter where you're from though
You gon' bump into it one day
Tru
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Christian Ward, Carl McCormick, Rob Hallday, Lerron Carson, Moore Melvin Ray, Racquelle Anteola, Rich Harrison
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Girls Best Friend

Say shit gotta go fast (uh)
Gotta move with the (huh, huh)
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta let 'em know (Dolla Sign)

I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds)
I'ma buy some diamonds (I'ma buy some diamonds)
I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds)
I'ma buy some diamonds
They say diamonds (oh-woah)
Diamonds (oh-woah)
They say diamonds a girl's best friend (Best friend, best friend, ooh yeah)

Just so you know, Dwayne Carter, that my best man
I ain't playing, so no switching to the next plan
I need insurance on the chains, damn I need a neck plan
Then I told shawty you ain't really with the X-Games
I ain't playing, I ain't tripping in my (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I ain't tripping, I'ma hit her in the (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm a grown man, I ain't gotta beep it out
Say you gotta new watch, lemme peep it out
Yah, new Chanel
And I'm known to floss like a root canal
And I live the boss life, you can tell
Bracelet on frostbite, heavy metal
I ain't giving up, no way
I'm too good if you ain't got me ranked
I'm too good, I'm beyond outer space
I'm too good to be in line at the bank

I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds) (yeah)
I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds) (alright)
I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds) (yeah)
I'ma buy some diamonds
They say diamonds (oh-woah) (yeah)
Diamonds (oh-woah) (yeah)
They say diamonds a girl's best friend (let's roll right here) (woah)
They say diamonds (oh-woah) (alright, yeah, uh)
Diamonds (oh-woah) (yeah, yeah, uh)
They say diamonds a girl's best friend (best friend, best friend)

So they hit me at the jeweler (the jeweler)
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Let's spend some more cash (Spend some more cash)
Get some more ass (Get some more ass)
I'ma pop some more tags
I'ma get some more bags
I'm going real fast
You slow, I'ma pass
They gave and I grab (They gave and I grab)
I'ma make it last
Keith Sweat on they ass (Keith Sweat)
Smoke a P and a half
Hashtag gettin' money
Hashtag out the mud
Hashtag found first
Hashtag show love, oh

I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds) (yeah)
I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds) (alright)
I'ma buy some diamonds (Buy some diamonds) (yeah)
I'ma buy some diamonds
They say diamonds (oh-woah) (yeah)
Diamonds (oh-woah) (yeah)
They say diamonds a girl's best friend (let's roll right here) (woah)
They say diamonds (oh-woah) (alright, yeah, uh)
Diamonds (oh-woah) (yeah, yeah, uh)
They say diamonds a girl's best friend
(Best friend, best friend) (woah) (oh yeah)

(Bop, bop, bop)
Diamonds (Bop, bop, bop)
They say diamonds (Bop, bop, bop)
(Yes, bop, bop)
Diamonds (Drip, drop, pop)
They say diamonds (Bop, bop, bop)
Diamonds (Bop, bop, bop)
They say diamonds (Bop, bop, bop)
A girl's best friend (yeah, bop, bop)
(Drip, drop, bop)
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Writer: Brock F. Korsan, Dylan Cleary Krell, Ronald Latour, Tauheed Epps, Tyrone Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






2 Dollar Bill

Yeah, I know that I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin' (Wow)
Yeah, yeah, uh, I know that I'm winnin', I'm winnin' (Dos)
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', yeah
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Yeah, I'm rare, I'm rare
I'm rare (This shit hard), I'm rare
I'm rare, I'm rare
I'm rare, I'm rare

Like a two-dollar bill
Like a two-dollar bill
Like a two-dollar bill
Like a two-dollar bill
I'm rare, I'm rare
I'm rare, I'm rare
I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Rare)
I'm rare (Yeah), I'm rare (Uh)

Spit cold shit, need Mucinex
Diamond chain 'round my neck with the crucifix
Got a family now so I had pipe down
'Fore a young hoe f*ck up my timeline
I wear my shades at night like Corey Hart
Stopped trappin' and the plug say I broke his heart
On a seafood diet, I don't f*ck with pork
Foreign my safe drive, I got a lot of torque
Trap check, check, one two
She wanna split, dip, fondue
Shinin', I'm in the sunroom
Life a bitch so you better use a condom
I'm rare like a nigga that's loyal
I'm rare like a girl with me that ain't spoiled
I'm rare like Mr. Clean with hair
Yeah, I'm rare, uh

Like a two-dollar bill
Like a two-dollar bill
Like a two-dollar bill
Like a two-dollar bill
I'm rare, I'm rare
I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Yeah)
I'm rare (Yeah), I'm rare (Yeah)
I'm rare (Yeah, yeah), I'm rare (Uh)

I'm rare, I promise, I swear
I'm high, mid-air, don't vomit up here
Like the 13th floor, f*ck it, I'ma take the stairs
Like what 2 Chainz wears, shit's from Rio de Janeiro
I'm rare, like a commercial with Future and Cher
Like a cop that's fair, like a triple-double dare
I'm rare, really rare, you scared, you really scared
I'm where? I'm here and there, you stare, you disappear
Oh, yeah, that's really real, that flare, them semis tear
That trigger softer than hair, silencer's hearing-impaired
That's rare, shoot up a fair, that's rare, my goons don't care
They bears, might get the chair, who cares? They say their prayers
Oh yeah, the claps drop, I'm rare as Sasquatch
Get spared, trap house, Codeine, mascot
I chill where it's hot, Brazil, backdrop, I'm real
Her ass not, I'm rare, Tunechi

Like a two-dollar bill (Mula)
Like a two-dollar bill (That's Mula)
Like a two-dollar bill (That's rare)
Like a two-dollar bill (That's rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)

Rare like real niggas, rare like 12 figures
Rare like wagu steak, rare like 88 Polaroid pictures
My bite is stronger than my bark, this shit like dog park
Treat a Bugatti just like a f*ckin' go-kart (kart)
'Bout my business and my soil is my witness
Only f*ck with real niggas, them fake niggas, I have to diss 'em
F*ck with 'em from a distance, I'm a tycoon
Hella sharks in this business, stay with a harpoon
I got game like Donald Goines
Start-up companies, cryptocurrency coins
Like a bicentennial quarter, I'm hella rare (Hella rare)
I've been hustlin' since I was in daycare (Daycare)
Now I'm a mothaf*ckin' millionaire (Millionaire)
Money longer than Diana Ross hair (Ross hair)
I'm rare like white running backs, these squares a box of Apple Jacks
I'm an innovator, a trend-setter, far from a copycat
I don't rap like none of you niggas, I'm one-of-one (One-of-one)
The baddest bitch in the world could suck my dick and I bet I won't cum, bitch

Like a two-dollar bill (I'm rare, I'm rare)
Like a two-dollar bill (I'm rare, I'm rare)
Like a two-dollar bill (I'm rare, I'm rare)
Like a two-dollar bill (Bitch)
I'm rare, I'm rare
I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Rare)
I'm rare (Rare), I'm rare (Rare)
I'm rare (Yeah), I'm rare (Uh)

I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
I'm rare (I'm rare), I'm rare (I'm rare)
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Writer: Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Dwayne Carter, Earl Stevens, Tauheed Epps, Terrace Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






I Said Me

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
(30, you a mothaf*ckin' fool, nigga)
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles (Yeah) and warm woolen mittens (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got plenty of this shit)
Brown paper packages tied up with strings (I got plenty in my bag, I got plenty in my holster)
(Plenty of ammo) These are a few of my favorite things
Big long like... you know what I'm sayin', but I'm really...
My kids be listenin' to my shit, now, I be havin' to dumb that shit down, yeah

Yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a f*ckin' killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me

I get high if it's the right amount (Yeah)
I get a buzz checkin' my account (Alright)
I get tipsy eatin' red pussy (Tell 'em)
I stay drippin' 'cause the feds lookin' (Tru)
Teriyaki on my portobello
So many rides at the house look like a fender bender
Slept on the futon, I know hard remember (Lord)
I ain't have no work done like Kendall Jenner
Got my first plug around 19
Saw someone shot when they should have been fighting
Yeah, I'm on the top, icing
Maybach truck, enticing
Somethin' prestigious, precisely
Lookin' within just to sightsee
I see you lookin' sharp, lightning
My past is really dark, frightening

Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a f*ckin' killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me

I just lost my count countin' blessings
12th grade I got locked up for possession
I tried to call God, but he ain't answer (Hello)
Sent me to voicemail, he pressed cancel (Damn)
Load the AR for temper tantrums (Yeah, yeah)
A round hit a A&R, damn, son (Yeah, yeah)
She know she is a snack like concession (Snack)
I used to sell crack out the detention (I did)
Had a MAC-11 at Burger King
Me and Steph gon' turn this to a murder scene (Bow-bow, bow)
Talkin' no beef, no pork and bean (Nah)
Serve you Young Dro, make your shoulder lean
Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)
Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)
This shit here real as hell, no VR
When the light bill up and down like a seesaw

Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a f*ckin' killer was
I said me, uh (Raindrops, roses)
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah (Raindrops, roses)
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me

Think I was born with trap in my system (Was I?)
'Cause I was raised around the packs and the pistols (Bow)
On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (Wow)
Been a long road, check the distance (Road)
Rest in peace, tats the initials
Put it in black and white like officials
Dope cases messin' up hoop dreams
All you know is get money is the routine (Raindrops, roses)
Used to want birds like Larry (Swish)
Used to keep the white like Barry (Ayy, raindrops, roses)
It was my oblige like Mary (Blige)
Had the J's at the end like Terrance
Vibin' on the terrace with some red wine
I be gettin' started 'round bed time (Tru)
It's either fed time or it's state time
If you don't make time, better take time

What up? What up world?
Man I'm so tired of these niggas calling everyday complaining
"Man I ain't got nobody out here but me my nigga
You know what I'm saying? Man I need help my nigga"
I'm tired of that shit mane
Dawg, some of these niggas complain when they got work
And they complain when they ain't got no work
Nigga you blocking your blessing nigga, you know what I'm saying?
I hate that old negative ass vibe, man
Quit calling me with that negative shit my nigga
Dawg look, man I had kidney failure nigga
Three days a week I get dialysis, they stuck two big ass needles in my arm nigga
That shit be hurting like a motherf*cker
You don't hear me complaining nigga
I'm out here gettin' it nigga, going to work everyday
Ten toes down, taking care of my responsibilities
Don't call me with that shit nigga
The light bill people don't listen to that type of shit
The rent people don't listen to that type of shit
So I'm not gonna listen to that type of shit
So if you ain't got some positive shit nigga
Lose my number nigga, lose my motherf*ckin' number
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Writer: Adarius Moragne, Lonnie Smith, Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers, Samuel Gloade, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Im Not Crazy Life Is

This that good ass weed, too
I feel like good ass weed can solve any problem, for real

Stayed in the streets like it's room and board, they knew me for it
That's beside the point like a shooting guard, I'm moving forward
Had aspirations of college ball, I done it all
Back on the wall, I'm so appalled, I'm gonna brawl
My fashion sense commenced when I was young
Wore guns in dungarees next to a pack of gum
Unfit mothers that's on that butter, concrete gutter
Wanna hear that gun talk, that Draco stutter
This the life I chose, and it chose me back
They threw me out to the wolves, the wolves threw me back
Got no compassion for rats, the pastor said, "Who else gon' bleed for me?"
I told all my side bitches they couldn't cheat on me, uh

They say I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"
They say that I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"

I met my BM when I was nine, I had a hunch back then, but I took my time
I told 'em Trump was gon' win, they said, "You lyin'"
I seen a whole bunch of signs, I didn't sign
I told you empty your pockets before you took my charger
I told you they wasn't solid before you took them charges
Trademark the three and then market to moms in supermarkets
Taraji P said don't leave after I won the Best New Artist
I'm like a fortune teller, Orson Weller
More developed Shark Tank idea, I'm an orca whale, an ocean dweller
Freer than an open letter, I connect the polka dots
They just gon' say conspiracy, haters gon' say it's Photoshopped

They say I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"
They say that I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"

F*ck Instagram, I don't need your blue check
Project baby, my whole family in a duplex
I be steppin' on fellas, I still be selling records
I'm 'bout to call my lil' homie to go steal me a Tesla
Travis Scott say he love I put my soul in it
And J. Cole told me that I'm the one that cold with it
Ay, I'm outside with the glizzy, he say that boy silly
Versace on my feet, Versace on her titty
I got two chains on my neck but I be more litty
Remember Master P told me I was the new Diddy
Master P tried to sign me but I wasn't goin' for it
I told Birdman, "You is gon' need some more coins"

They say I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"
They say that I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"

They say he crazy
They say he crazy
They say he crazy, baby (look at that crazy man)
They say he crazy
They say he crazy
They say he crazy, baby (look at that crazy man)
Look at him, look at him
Look at that crazy man
Look at him, look at him
Look at that crazy man

They say I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"
They say that I'm crazy now
They said I was crazy then
They like, "Look at that crazy man"
They say, "Look at that crazy man"

They say, "Look at that crazy man" (so crazy)
They say, "Look at that crazy man"
So crazy then, more crazy now, so crazy then
Shit crazy now, said I was crazy then
They say, "Look at that crazy man"
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Writer: Chancelor Jonathan Bennett, Dieuson Octave, Markous Roberts, Mike Dean, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Sam

High life
We livin' that high life
Luxury
High life
Luxury
We livin' that high life
By now you should know how a sip feels

He say, "One more chance," he say, "One more chance"
He say, "One more chance, you won't forget it"
He say, "One more chance," he said, "One more chance"
He said, "One more chance, you won't regret it" (Yearly)
He say, "One more chance," he said, "One more chance"
He said, "One more chance," like he Biggie (Biggie)
Say it one more time, I don't stand in line
Got my drive in overdrive
I work overtime and he take half of mine
Yeah, my uncle like the middle man that's stealin' on the side to survive
They say taxes gonna pay for the plan
I think Sam takin' grams out the bag

Uncle Sam takin' grams out the bag
I think Sam takin' grams out the bag
Uncle Sam takin' grams out the bag
Kinda hard for a nigga tryna stack

High life
Yeah
What are taxes, for real, though?
We livin' that high life
Don't let 'em try to Wesley you
If you rich they gon' try to Wesley you

What bracket that you in, yeah, all of that depends
See the taxes pay the government to build a new bridge
See they take from the rich, give to the poor and sick
And I can't lie, I been on both sides of the fence
See, the education levels 'round here don't exist
Taxes pay 12 but don't pay 'em to kill the kids
What it is? That was just a cellphone in his hand
I think Sam takin' grams out the bag

Uncle Sam takin' grams out the bag
I think Sam takin' grams out the bag
Uncle Sam takin' grams out the bag
Kinda hard for a nigga tryna stack

High life
Yeah
We livin' that high life

A tax is a mandatory financial charge
Imposed upon a taxpayer by a governmental organization
In order to fund various public expenditures
A failure to pay, along with evasion
Or resistance to taxation
Is punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost forty percent
Which is almost fifty percent
I remember, I been in the game a long time so I knew a lot of people, you know
Prior to bein', prior to the fans really realizin' who I was, and
And one day, I told, I told Puff, I said
You know, that's when I first started gettin' some money, I'm like
"They want me to pay like two million in taxes"
That boy Diddy said, "I had to pay a hundred"
He said, "But I gave 'em a hundred and five
You know what I'm sayin', just in case"
Right then I knew I needed to dust my shoulders off
And keep movin'
High life
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Writer: Bernard James Freeman, Chad L Butler, Joseph Johnson, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Back to: 2 Chainz


Rap or Go to the League is the fifth studio album by American rapper 2 Chainz. It was released on March 1, 2019, through Gamebread and Def Jam Recordings. The production on the album was handled by multiple producers, including 9th Wonder, Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Mike Dean, Mustard, Pharrell Williams, Terrace Martin, and WondaGurl, among others. LeBron James also served as executive producer. The album features guest appearances by Young Thug, Travis Scott, Kendrick Lamar, Ariana Grande, Ty Dolla Sign, Lil Wayne, Kodak Black and others.

Rap or Go to the League was supported by two singles: "Girl's Best Friend" and "Rule the World". The album received widespread critical praise from music critics and was a commercial success. It debuted at number four on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 65,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Performed By: 2 Chainz
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 55:00
Released: March 1st, 2019
Year: 2019

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