(You're off-tune)
Sittin' in the office, shakin' haters off
It's like hittin' a moving target, you want it, nigga, can't bargain
I'm irritated, mad 'cause all the opportunities lost 'cause I hesitated
Dripped and seen the vision get lost, but I'm dedicated
I can't even talk my dreams with 'em, they never made it
I can't even pop no beans with 'em, they pressin' crazy
Came out, bumps, bruises, scratches, a monster now
Came out, bag full of shit that the doctor got
Used to need a ride to the way, I got options now
I can't believe shit niggas say 'cause they lie a lot
Probably won't see my partner face, but he buy a lot
I've been tryin' to dodge what mama say, I've been high
A lot These socials got these niggas watered down, I'm in '88
The bag I got from chases custom-made for the baby Drac'
They got the most to say, but never say when we face-to-face
F*ck I get this name, the watch I got got a babyface
Me, I push spaceships, geeked up a Martian
Jumped out, ain't parkin', I got real dog shit
Boy, you know you scorchin' when they searchin' through your garbage
Tryna stick the charges on me, but I lost it
Man, I hate to say it but the PUA done made you niggas
Burned, I thought my chain was missin', fired all the babysitters
Add up all my daily spendings, deals I could've gave these niggas
I got drillers calling me every day like, "Face, who grave we diggin'?"
Niggas movin' goofy, I ain't stampin' that
Niggas move like groupies, I ain't stampin' that
All they doin' is watchin' where the action at
Phone for trackin' numbers, where the package at?
Told me l'm different, actually told me a lot of shit
But I don't wanna listen
Can't support or turn up no nigga who don't want to get it
Should be runnin' for mayor now, who did more for the city?
I do more on sadity, that you got in your stash spot
He was green and they licked it, it left me in a bad spot
Once it grow, gotta trim it, can't be leavin' the grass hot
On the lot, see the sticker, credit low, so I cashed out
Yeah, you gotta keep your ears to the street
You know I fell off and still landed on my feet
You know it came to me what you was telling to that freak
You know I ain't need an audience to tell me I was me
I'm startin' to get these questions and suggestions 'cause I'm eatin'
A show for fifteen hundred, had to drive to Battle Creek
I rode with my lil' ho and with my partner, that was P
They told me the more money that you get, you lose your peace
Dark clouds in the city, the ice'll brighten your day
Water on me is special, should call me Bobby Boucher
Five Gs for the flannel, I got it wrapped 'round my waist
Activist, baby, really, you couldn't say how it tastes
F*ck 'em all, any niggas that you came with
Watch your mouth, put a target on your main bitch
Laced them up, now I'm ballin', Calvin Cambridge
Once they cross, they'll try to burn the same bridge
Niggas movin' goofy, I ain't stampin' that
Niggas move like groupies, I ain't stampin' that
All they doin' is watchin' where the action at
Phone for trackin' numbers, where the package at?
One of one, one of none
Wavy Gang shit, forever
Babyface Ray - The Kid That Did Album Lyrics
Babyface Ray - The Kid That Did Lyrics
- Groupies & Goofies
- Count Money
- Rubberband Man
- Shy Kid
- I Need Some Motivation
- Wavy Navy University
- Watching My Page
- Delusional
- Cherish
- Stuck In My Ways
- Nights Like This
- 2 For 6
- Fish Tail Fish Scale
- Legacy
- Money On My Mind
- Million Dollar Baby
- Ghetto Boyz
- High Off Life
- Guardian Angel
- The World Is Yours
Writer: Marcellus Register, Travis Pittman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Count Money
[ Featuring BossMan Dlow ]
Bitch (okay, Treeze)
I've been countin' money all day, sittin' back, callin' plays
The coupe sits so low to the Earth, now watch it crawl away
Just to get my nigga Snoopy back, I give it all away
I used to rock the Don C's every outfit, back when dog was great
I was showin' love, smilin' for you, back when y'all was straight
Hustlin' for the money, tryna get up out my mama place
Yeah, bills paid, money straight, I'm fresh as hell, but runnin' late
She say she don't know what to do to you, I told her "Run away"
I just went two days, I'm good with the drink, now I got stomach pains
Right now, I'm gettin' high fee off this Tesla, with my stomach shaved
My lil' nigga wanna get high when that money made
Niggas tried to hop on when we took off, this another train
We ain't got no business even speakin' if you f*ckin' lames
You ain't got no business even thinkin' you could f*ck with 'Face
She lied, that's the spite when that bitch purple grey
How I drop and pick it up? That foreign scratch a whip
Yeah, countin' money all day, been countin' all day
Countin' money all day, been countin' all day
I done came a long way, I came a long way
I done came a long way, I came a long way
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' all day
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' all day
I done came a long way, I came a long way
I done came a long way, I came a long way
Big Za
I've been countin' money all day (all day), I came a long way
Bitch, I'm in L.A., droppin' forty, like LeBron James (yeah)
Movin' too fast on that drink, I done went the wrong way
I say, "Bae, you in good hands," like this All-State, nigga (come here bae)
When you speakin' on my name, don't forget I'm a go-getter
I ain't got no time to play and I ain't playin' with no nigga
Huh, crackers on my trail, they label me a dope dealer
I was f*ck-nigga free, before you even heard GloRilla
I'm in L.A. makin' plays, like the Clippers, baby
Walk in the mall and spend a thousand on some slippers, baby
I'm flyin' state to state, networkin' with killers, baby
Dog nigga with dog shit, I'm Dlow Clifford, baby
Real street nigga, I was in the trenches every night (every night)
Pop that pussy, baby, I'll get you what you like (pop that pussy, bae)
My diamonds dumb, every time you see 'em, they wanna fight
I'm on first class flights, eatin' chicken and rice
Yeah, countin' money all day, been countin' all day
Countin' money all day, been countin' all day
I done came a long way, I came a long way
I done came a long way, I came a long way
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' all day
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' all day
I done came a long way, I came a long way
I done came a long way, I came a long way
Writer: Marcellus Rayvon Register, Devante McCreary
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man (Mob)
Yeah, yeah
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Rubber bands, got it stacked in a box
Lil' nigga, is you havin' or not?
Count a hundred-thirty G's at my lil' base spot (yeah)
They'll lay outside your grass just to get what you got
Not out though, my BM ride Forgiatos, dodgin' potholes
Thick bread, hella cheese, nigga, this a Gyro
I'ma f*ck her all night, turn the lil' bitch psycho
I touched up mine and bring the head and this is not a typo
We got that young Michael (brown boy)
Yeah, the mix we got, we can turn that shit white, nigga
The hype die, I just hope you'll be alright, nigga (alright)
I hit the mic' and bleed my soul, this my life, nigga
I'm in H. Lorenzo, the shit I cop, could've put down for a Benzo
She keep f*ckin' lame niggas, put her in the friend zone
I got conversation pieces, so I let my wrist show
Ridin' with me, glizzy with the switch on it
Every week I got the city right, go ask Big Four
Mr. Put-That-Shit-On
Mr. Go-And-Get-That-Bag-And-Show-These-Niggas-How-To-Do
Candy on the old school look just like a Prada shoot
Rule motherf*cker, f*ckin' don't acknowledge you
How you turned the crib smaller than a f*ckin' college room?
Did my thing on Peach Street, Rodeo, Collins too
Money flyin' in the room, bitches like, "Who is you?"
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Mr. Rocket-Plain-Jane (real)
Ain't no time to gangbang, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin' paid
Nigga, get back, you ain't my mans or get sprayed
I'm at TEec's, spillin' Casa Azul all on my sick J's
Why these niggas get some money always get it strange?
Ayy, what hoes say? I'll never change
No filter, I'll say the shit they never say
I'm in the back relaxin', let my partner navigate
I'ma set the table, you can get a plate
Some niggas get they shit and run, some other niggas stay
Ten bitches wantin' me while I'm at Papi's stay
Shit, we all got to die, but you can die today
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Rubber bands, got it stacked in a box
Lil' nigga, is you havin' or not?
Count a hundred-thirty G's at my lil' base spot (yeah)
They'll lay outside your grass just to get what you got
Not out though, my BM ride Forgiatos, dodgin' potholes
Thick bread, hella cheese, nigga, this a Gyro
I'ma f*ck her all night, turn the lil' bitch psycho
I touched up mine and bring the head and this is not a typo
We got that young Michael (brown boy)
Yeah, the mix we got, we can turn that shit white, nigga
The hype die, I just hope you'll be alright, nigga (alright)
I hit the mic' and bleed my soul, this my life, nigga
I'm in H. Lorenzo, the shit I cop, could've put down for a Benzo
She keep f*ckin' lame niggas, put her in the friend zone
I got conversation pieces, so I let my wrist show
Ridin' with me, glizzy with the switch on it
Every week I got the city right, go ask Big Four
Mr. Put-That-Shit-On
Mr. Go-And-Get-That-Bag-And-Show-These-Niggas-How-To-Do
Candy on the old school look just like a Prada shoot
Rule motherf*cker, f*ckin' don't acknowledge you
How you turned the crib smaller than a f*ckin' college room?
Did my thing on Peach Street, Rodeo, Collins too
Money flyin' in the room, bitches like, "Who is you?"
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Mr. Rocket-Plain-Jane (real)
Ain't no time to gangbang, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin' paid
Nigga, get back, you ain't my mans or get sprayed
I'm at TEec's, spillin' Casa Azul all on my sick J's
Why these niggas get some money always get it strange?
Ayy, what hoes say? I'll never change
No filter, I'll say the shit they never say
I'm in the back relaxin', let my partner navigate
I'ma set the table, you can get a plate
Some niggas get they shit and run, some other niggas stay
Ten bitches wantin' me while I'm at Papi's stay
Shit, we all got to die, but you can die today
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, f*ck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Writer: Marcellus Rayvon Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shy Kid
(DDot, you cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches f*ckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins, they only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacin' on through the house, I'm tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
Was a shy kid, lately I been blinded by the lights
I'll buy a bitch, I just need some comfort for the night
I be high as shit, I thumb it once, I gotta thumb it twice
Shawty 5'6" and super bad, I'm f*ckin' her for life
Let me pausе and cover all the bets bеfore I throw the dice
I finally ran into her ex and figured out I'm not her type
Man, I'm five G's in, I'm just here to get a bite (Five Gs in)
She think she pressin' beef with chick, but she don't know I'm livin' life
I did a feature for a fifty, ain't do shit but buy a pint
I left my wallet at the crib, but ain't forget to bring the ice (Wow)
International, sorry, fool, I'm not local (Mhm)
Say play the cards you're dealt, so I treat this shit like poker (I treat this shit like poker)
I'm out in Atlanta right now, they treatin' me like Billy Ocean
My first time seeing Ye was with my Uncle Carl Stoke
I took that lil' bitch body, and redid it like an old-school (Yeah)
I'm the prime example of a real nigga's motion (I'm with real niggas)
Why you look surprised I went to get it like I told you?
Took a red ceiling, had to split it like I'm Moses
[Chorus]
Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches f*ckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins, they only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacin' on through the house, I'm tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
Was a lover boy 'til this lil' bitch came and broke my heart
I got a hundred bad bitches fightin' for me, play your part
I'm in Louis V spazzin', think I need a shopping cart
Hopped up out it, took a picture of it, like the way she arch
Mr. Thuggin' Out The Corner Suite, I pay the smokin' fee
It be hard to feel these niggas 'cause I'm not a wannabe
Bitch, you know your man want a feature, stop recordin' me
I'm in Ace and Spades, put on a show, these hoes applaudin' me
Money on my mind while countin' up, shit, it be hard to sleep
Said I stressed her out, it's hard to eat 'cause she can't talk to me (DDot, you cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches f*ckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins, they only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacin' on through the house, I'm tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches f*ckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins, they only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacin' on through the house, I'm tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
Was a shy kid, lately I been blinded by the lights
I'll buy a bitch, I just need some comfort for the night
I be high as shit, I thumb it once, I gotta thumb it twice
Shawty 5'6" and super bad, I'm f*ckin' her for life
Let me pausе and cover all the bets bеfore I throw the dice
I finally ran into her ex and figured out I'm not her type
Man, I'm five G's in, I'm just here to get a bite (Five Gs in)
She think she pressin' beef with chick, but she don't know I'm livin' life
I did a feature for a fifty, ain't do shit but buy a pint
I left my wallet at the crib, but ain't forget to bring the ice (Wow)
International, sorry, fool, I'm not local (Mhm)
Say play the cards you're dealt, so I treat this shit like poker (I treat this shit like poker)
I'm out in Atlanta right now, they treatin' me like Billy Ocean
My first time seeing Ye was with my Uncle Carl Stoke
I took that lil' bitch body, and redid it like an old-school (Yeah)
I'm the prime example of a real nigga's motion (I'm with real niggas)
Why you look surprised I went to get it like I told you?
Took a red ceiling, had to split it like I'm Moses
[Chorus]
Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches f*ckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins, they only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacin' on through the house, I'm tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
Was a lover boy 'til this lil' bitch came and broke my heart
I got a hundred bad bitches fightin' for me, play your part
I'm in Louis V spazzin', think I need a shopping cart
Hopped up out it, took a picture of it, like the way she arch
Mr. Thuggin' Out The Corner Suite, I pay the smokin' fee
It be hard to feel these niggas 'cause I'm not a wannabe
Bitch, you know your man want a feature, stop recordin' me
I'm in Ace and Spades, put on a show, these hoes applaudin' me
Money on my mind while countin' up, shit, it be hard to sleep
Said I stressed her out, it's hard to eat 'cause she can't talk to me (DDot, you cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Yeah, the game might never change, these bitches f*ckin' the money
Them drugs drownin' my youngins, they only talkin' 'bout murders
I'm pacin' on through the house, I'm tryna find me some service
Tucked in the back with some curtains
I custom made it myself, I need a fridge with the syrup
Writer: Delanious Leon Ward Jr., Marcellus Rayvon Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
I Need Some Motivation
Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this day
Dear God I come to you today to say thank you
For your grace and your mercy
Dear God, thank you for loving me for me
Because even when sometimes I have questioned you "Why me?"
When I don't understand what's going on
Or I'm sad, or I'm hurt, or I'm scared
And God, you never leave me
So the closer I get to you, I ask myself "Why not me?"
Because you never promised me days without pain
But you did promise me the strength for those days
So thank you God, I know that you are honest, God
So thank you for preparing me
I'm your favorite rapper favorite rapper
Dancin' on the money, feel like Michael Jackson with the bag (ah)
I'm a risk-taker, took a trip to Cali', you can't text me (yeah)
Ooh, this paper make her nasty
Ooh, these niggas hatin' on your baby, 'cause I come from nothin'
Louis scale, he cost a couple hundred, rock 'em in the summer
Let it so-so, like Wayne and Stunna in the backseat (yeah)
Diamonds hittin', changin' colors
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
I love the way it look bitter though
Talkin' while I'm hittin' from the back
She said "F*ck the flowers, give me cash"
Face card to match, got a man, boss bitch, got it on her own
Send that pretty pussy on the road
F*ckin' on me good, keep it low
Girl, you know you G.O.A.T. with the throat
Got to call me G.O.A.T., niggas know
If I tell 'em go, then it's on (go), countin' up to seven in the mornin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Broke-ass nigga, hard to handle
Tat a face on you, let me stamp, walked in, lights, camera, action
Walked in the back, I'm her nigga
I got the keys, got the keys, feelin' like I'm Pluto and Jigga (woo)
Let the top down, catch a breeze, pulled off the lot with a stigger
We would trap it down like Jeezy, rappin' in the basement like I'm-
Only thing I got up my sleeves, Rolex watches, take a picture
Take a nigga down, it was easy, popped out, I'ma take his shit off
Standin' on the couch, look at me, I'll make it hard for you to get off
Say you gettin' money, nigga, show, nigga, show me somethin'
Walked in solo, spread the club, like I'm on the hunt
Finna make a motherf*ckin' movie, grab a Polaroid
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
We goin' with these bad bitches, damn
You know what the f*ck goin' on
We walk in, we don't stress these bitches
We bless these bitches, nigga
M.O.B., Face Mob the mob, nigga
Get on your job, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
(Show me, show me somethin')
I look like paper, nigga, I smell like money (need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin')
You just can't f*ck with niggas (need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin')
Brother, hang on hoes, you niggas ain't on shit, yeah (need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin')
Dear God I come to you today to say thank you
For your grace and your mercy
Dear God, thank you for loving me for me
Because even when sometimes I have questioned you "Why me?"
When I don't understand what's going on
Or I'm sad, or I'm hurt, or I'm scared
And God, you never leave me
So the closer I get to you, I ask myself "Why not me?"
Because you never promised me days without pain
But you did promise me the strength for those days
So thank you God, I know that you are honest, God
So thank you for preparing me
I'm your favorite rapper favorite rapper
Dancin' on the money, feel like Michael Jackson with the bag (ah)
I'm a risk-taker, took a trip to Cali', you can't text me (yeah)
Ooh, this paper make her nasty
Ooh, these niggas hatin' on your baby, 'cause I come from nothin'
Louis scale, he cost a couple hundred, rock 'em in the summer
Let it so-so, like Wayne and Stunna in the backseat (yeah)
Diamonds hittin', changin' colors
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
I love the way it look bitter though
Talkin' while I'm hittin' from the back
She said "F*ck the flowers, give me cash"
Face card to match, got a man, boss bitch, got it on her own
Send that pretty pussy on the road
F*ckin' on me good, keep it low
Girl, you know you G.O.A.T. with the throat
Got to call me G.O.A.T., niggas know
If I tell 'em go, then it's on (go), countin' up to seven in the mornin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Broke-ass nigga, hard to handle
Tat a face on you, let me stamp, walked in, lights, camera, action
Walked in the back, I'm her nigga
I got the keys, got the keys, feelin' like I'm Pluto and Jigga (woo)
Let the top down, catch a breeze, pulled off the lot with a stigger
We would trap it down like Jeezy, rappin' in the basement like I'm-
Only thing I got up my sleeves, Rolex watches, take a picture
Take a nigga down, it was easy, popped out, I'ma take his shit off
Standin' on the couch, look at me, I'll make it hard for you to get off
Say you gettin' money, nigga, show, nigga, show me somethin'
Walked in solo, spread the club, like I'm on the hunt
Finna make a motherf*ckin' movie, grab a Polaroid
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
Need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin'
We goin' with these bad bitches, damn
You know what the f*ck goin' on
We walk in, we don't stress these bitches
We bless these bitches, nigga
M.O.B., Face Mob the mob, nigga
Get on your job, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
(Show me, show me somethin')
I look like paper, nigga, I smell like money (need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin')
You just can't f*ck with niggas (need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin')
Brother, hang on hoes, you niggas ain't on shit, yeah (need some motivation, baby, show me, baby, show me somethin')
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wavy Navy University
[ Featuring Veeze ]
Let's go
Yeah, mafia tied, we ain't blowin' up, bad bitches flyin' in
I was doin' hundred percent, class in session, lil' baby, sign in
Spaceship in sight, Benz' pullin' up, bitches want to dive in (Yeah)
They don't know what I'm sayin', different language, niggas ain't slimed in
Ain't go on no date, but I told the bitch she can get ready
She know that I'm heavy, not petty
Roses and Benzes, the petals, you know how I'm steppin'
I drive it like Mario Andretti
They told me the road can get high, but you know I'm not carin'
The type to go talk to the devil
Bitch with them guys, especially go pick you a side
And better not get caught in the middle
They do what they ask, you know I got paper and plastic
I told her she should pick her poison
I ball like an athlete, even though I'm not an athlete
We get this shit off in sport
I let off the VIP, I walk 'round the club with myself
These hoes know I'm very important
I just hit the bitch and now I'm DM'in' her sis
She want to ride me a joint
Lil' bro, you know that I'm rich
Get a kick off of spendin' this shit, I ain't trippin' on tabs
She say he a casual, them racks, they be flashin'
Ain't hearin' no realer, them niggas tryin' to act
My pearl in the closet, I'm drippin' all over the floor
Like soon as you get out the bath
My money get long, yeah, I ain't seen my stash in the longest
It's been 'bout a year and a half
They spinnin' and spinnin' and spin it right back
I spin through the trenches with stick on my lap
Them niggas can't spin, they get zipped in the back
You want to hear my name? Well, mention the cash
Mention a Rolls, make you sure you mention the gold
Left playin', right wrist froze
Stand on your toes, I'm catchin', I'm pitchin' 'em low
My fav' play, pick it and roll
I'm tippin' the hoes, I'm tippin' the quick with the pole
You run up, this bitch gettin' scored
We run up that shit on the low
My nigga came home, he ran up some shit on parole
Niggas who treat me can't be no cap
Check my facts, 'Face, you don't rap
Trappin' ain't dead, niggas still on that
My oldhead just dropped two doors, yeah
Sticks and bags, her hair dropped down to her ass
This lil' bitch international
I catch no Z's, they tell me that money don't sleep
I ain't got no time for naps
My favorite right now, wockesha my bitch right now
I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' her tatted
I think I'm Xzibit, changin' the panel of the Sprite
It's purple, it look like a print
Nigga, just listen, f*ck around and change your life
If you stuck to the game that I'm givin' (swear to God)
Twin, you be trippin'
How you pull up in a coupe black and brown, like I double these bitches?
Lean rock said you pop out with like thirty in deals
Nigga, I might go buy me a chicken
Huncho a hatin' ass nigga
My money so new, in the streets, might've caught your ass with it
Writer: Anand Bakshi, Laxmikant Kudalka, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma, Vantrees Karon Malcolm
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Watching My Page
Put the bullshit aside
Still runnin' 'round with some wild niggas (wild niggas)
Hop out foreigns with the fire
Say she love a nigga, she ain't even mines, why you blowin' up my line? (why you blowin' up my line?)
Need a passport, got a bankroll, take a dime to Dubai (take a dime to Dubai)
Niggas dirty, thinkin' that they slime (f*ck 'em)
Couple dollars, send him up to God (mm-hmm)
Met a plug, send 'em all to me
You ain't ready to get from out the street (to get from out the streets)
I've been bein' reckless with the munyun, you would think I'm MrBeast (money)
Like it's Zeus network, I'm an expert, who hit baddies more than me? (baddies)
Five Gs for the vintage tee (racks)
Can't waste my time, way too precious, I'm rockin' a Patek
I'm back outside, swervin' through lanes, three hundred in traffic
Real nigga, stand up, bitch niggas fold up
Gettin' this money, I made it a habit (habit)
I turn the studio into the new strip club spot, goin' up, me and Pooh in Atlanta (bitch)
Niggas try to cross me, that's when he lost me
I do a bitch nigga dirty like Fanta (mm-hmm)
This bitch sick 'cause she know she can't find another nigga like me, gotta lower her standards
Dior my body, Dior my bitch, on my kids, I treat this shit like pajamas
Know that I'm turnt, play with this shit get burnt, light a nigga on fire like candles (like candles, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Might blow a zip on the way to the sticks (mm-hmm)
Run through a load and come back with the chips (I'm back)
What is security? Got mine on my hip (yeah)
Feelin' like Madden, I send 'em they hit (bitch)
You cum in that bitch, sent her pussy through text
You cuffin' that bitch and she fell in my hands (huh)
I f*cked that bitch once and let brodie hit next (brodie)
How you want to tell me what's your plans? (how?)
We should do some shoppin' in Japan (ooh)
Let's see who run out of rubber bands (let's see)
I've been searchin' for a pint of red (red)
Sneakers cost more than a case
Spend enough, I'll get 'em to your state (yeah, dog)
Flashin' racks, I use this shit as bait (bait)
I done watched the love turn to hate (hmm, damn)
Seen the ones I love turn on me
Bullets hit him, oh, it burn, don't it? (burn)
Pull up, Maybach truck up to a Coney
In the trenches blowin' Cali', yeah, in the trenches smokin' California
When you hit the top, this shit get lonely
When you hit the top, the body fall (done, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Still runnin' 'round with some wild niggas (wild niggas)
Hop out foreigns with the fire
Say she love a nigga, she ain't even mines, why you blowin' up my line? (why you blowin' up my line?)
Need a passport, got a bankroll, take a dime to Dubai (take a dime to Dubai)
Niggas dirty, thinkin' that they slime (f*ck 'em)
Couple dollars, send him up to God (mm-hmm)
Met a plug, send 'em all to me
You ain't ready to get from out the street (to get from out the streets)
I've been bein' reckless with the munyun, you would think I'm MrBeast (money)
Like it's Zeus network, I'm an expert, who hit baddies more than me? (baddies)
Five Gs for the vintage tee (racks)
Can't waste my time, way too precious, I'm rockin' a Patek
I'm back outside, swervin' through lanes, three hundred in traffic
Real nigga, stand up, bitch niggas fold up
Gettin' this money, I made it a habit (habit)
I turn the studio into the new strip club spot, goin' up, me and Pooh in Atlanta (bitch)
Niggas try to cross me, that's when he lost me
I do a bitch nigga dirty like Fanta (mm-hmm)
This bitch sick 'cause she know she can't find another nigga like me, gotta lower her standards
Dior my body, Dior my bitch, on my kids, I treat this shit like pajamas
Know that I'm turnt, play with this shit get burnt, light a nigga on fire like candles (like candles, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Might blow a zip on the way to the sticks (mm-hmm)
Run through a load and come back with the chips (I'm back)
What is security? Got mine on my hip (yeah)
Feelin' like Madden, I send 'em they hit (bitch)
You cum in that bitch, sent her pussy through text
You cuffin' that bitch and she fell in my hands (huh)
I f*cked that bitch once and let brodie hit next (brodie)
How you want to tell me what's your plans? (how?)
We should do some shoppin' in Japan (ooh)
Let's see who run out of rubber bands (let's see)
I've been searchin' for a pint of red (red)
Sneakers cost more than a case
Spend enough, I'll get 'em to your state (yeah, dog)
Flashin' racks, I use this shit as bait (bait)
I done watched the love turn to hate (hmm, damn)
Seen the ones I love turn on me
Bullets hit him, oh, it burn, don't it? (burn)
Pull up, Maybach truck up to a Coney
In the trenches blowin' Cali', yeah, in the trenches smokin' California
When you hit the top, this shit get lonely
When you hit the top, the body fall (done, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Delusional
[ Featuring Hunxho ]
None of this new to me, they say you usin' me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Yeah, hold on, hold on, yeah, ayy
This game ain't new to me, I guess you usin' me
But, for you, I'm delusional, yeah
You ain't perfect, you beautiful, I got some bruises too
I had to fail just to learn the move, yeah
It ain't all good, but I'm alright
A rollercoaster what we call life
I'm just a star tryna shine bright
Got the world in my hand, better talk nice
Hope you ain't movin' when it's out of spite
I know I'm wrong, but that ain't right
I take you with me, get you better ice (yeah, yeah)
Just ride with me, have a better life
They say she a user like P5
But, f*ck that, we get fly like a G5
I love her, but I ain't scared, I'm from the Eastside, baby
I'm a Eastside baby, from the Eastside (side)
And I'm still tryna get it right
Ol' girl take a look inside my eyes (in my eyes, inside my eyes)
And they said thugs can't cry, so I can't cry with you
But I can wipe your eyes (I can wipe your eyes)
I've been with gang my whole life (with gang my whole)
But as of lately, I've been feelin' you and I (feelin' you and I)
And if I f*ck up, then, girl, I f*cked up (up)
But if I feel if she f*ck up, then it'd be f*ck her
Partition in the Rolls truck so we can still f*ck (still f*ck)
Now I feel if she leave me, then it'd still be love
'Cause I got love for you, give me your heart
And, girl, I still can't get enough of you
You like a virgin, these bitches, they can't f*ck with you
I go purge any nigga that try to f*ck with you
'Cause, baby, I see you
I want you for real, now what's the deal? I just don't want you for shit
I'm stuck on you, get a new bitch and look for you underneath
I don't even put names on my body, but I put you on my neck
Payin' for all them flights to my city, I put you on a jet (oh no, no, put you on a jet)
This game ain't new to me, I guess you usin' me (I guess)
But, for you, I'm delusional, yeah (ooh-ooh, mm-mm-mm)
You ain't perfect, you beautiful, I got some bruises too
I had to fail just to learn the move, yeah (mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm)
It ain't all good, but I'm alright
A rollercoaster what we call life (ooh-ooh)
I'm just a star tryna shine bright (mm-mm-mm)
Got the world in my hand, better talk nice
Hope you ain't movin' when it's out of spite
I know I'm wrong, but that ain't right (ooh-ooh)
I take you with me, get you better ice (mm-mm-mm)
Just ride with me, have a better life
Ayy, take my heart, but please don't break it
Take you places, blue book, I fill 'em with stamps (ooh-ooh)
She was with a lame, she fell in my lap, he got no chance (mm-mm)
Of gettin' it back, the captain seats, let's get in the back
Just follow my words, it's realer than rap
She held me down, I'm givin' all the energy back (mm-mm)
When she get mad, I send her to Saks (mm-mm)
No flowers but I lit up her day
Me and bread contemplatin', what I'm gettin' her next
Hate how we rockin', they keep throwin' shade
I know that it's real, she tatted my name (ooh-ooh)
Was here before fame, they'll say that I'd never change
She don't want me on that cup, I love her like the drank
She don't want me on the block, but she know crime pay
Dangerous in love, Beyoncé
Say she want to be my fiance but one day
You know a nigga scarred from the past, he gettin' crazy, ayy
This game ain't new to me, I guess you usin' me
But, for you, I'm delusional, yeah (ooh-ooh, mm-mm-mm)
You ain't perfect, you beautiful, I got some bruises too
I had to fail just to learn the move, yeah (mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm)
It ain't all good, but I'm alright
A rollercoaster what we call life (ooh-ooh)
I'm just a star tryna shine bright (mm-mm-mm)
Got the world in my hand, better talk nice
Hope you ain't movin' when it's out of spite
I know I'm wrong, but that ain't right (ooh-ooh)
I take you with me, get you better ice (mm-mm-mm)
Just ride with me, have a better life
Just ride with me, it get better with time
Her tears fall, lookin' dead in her eyes, yeah
Let's catch a vibe, go to Heaven tonight, yeah (fall in love, go to Heaven tonight)
F*ckin' them hoes, I was gon' get right back, yeah
But you can't go and do no shit like that, dog
I'm f*cked up, I can't live like that, no, no
Writer: Marcellus Register, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cherish
[ Featuring DJ Esco ]
Everythin' still everythin'
Don't get the money, then turn your back (yeah)
Say your money don't burn no bridge (yeah)
When them niggas talked, man, I should've paid attention (yeah)
I ain't want to listen, I was young and hard head (yeah)
I don't f*ck with niggas, so I took the long way (yeah)
Got a suit and I'ma start ways, start trenched
I ain't had shit, so I'm stuck in my ways
Bitches really want the time, puttin' Gucci on the kids (what?)
Better hold onto it, better cherish this shit (better hold onto it)
Can somebody f*ck with me? I'll embarrass your nigga
I'll get it right here, all the shit that I did
Get a Louis straight jacket, it's crazy out here
I'm in love with the money, finna mirror that shit
Goyard bag, just to carry that shit
Chanel everything, if you stand on my bitch
Fifty racks on me, thirty bands on the wrist
When them scammers slowed down, niggas start grabbin' smoke
Codeine price got niggas goin' broke (wow)
Ten times out of ten, Babyface on dope
I'm a God in my city, gave that ho' hood hope
Ridin' with the demons, yeah, we schemin'
Take what's mine and I mean it (nigga)
Facetimin' me, she want to see the wave
I ain't even have time to cling it (nigga)
Shorty got water, baby got water
Had to save the bitch name Aquafina (ooh)
Yeah, with my boo, and I'm leanin'
Take this gram and mines is beatin'
Don't get the money, then turn your back (yeah)
Say your money don't burn no bridge (yeah)
When them niggas talked, man, I should've paid attention (yeah)
I ain't want to listen, I was young and hard head (yeah)
I don't f*ck with niggas, so I took the long way (yeah)
Got a suit and I'ma start ways, start trenched
I ain't had shit, so I'm stuck in my ways
Bitches really want the time, puttin' Gucci on the kids (what?)
Better hold onto it, better cherish this shit (better hold onto it)
Can somebody f*ck with me? I'll embarrass your nigga
Been down from the start, so you know you stuck with me
She keep tellin' me she love me, but I got trust issues
He slurrin' his words, got a double cup with him
Invest in the birds, you'll double up, nigga (yeah)
Drop it in the pot, watch it bubble up, nigga
Became too much fast, we was comin' up different (Man)
Put it up, nigga, shit don't be lastin' forever
My closet, it change with the weather (no cap)
Leave that nigga, you can't do lame shit forever
Watch niggas do the same shit forever (for real)
They block still beatin', had to tell 'em, yeah, the gang still the gang
Same shit, it ain't changin', never (nah)
Don't get the money, then turn your back (yeah)
Say your money don't burn no bridge (yeah)
When them niggas talked, man, I should've paid attention (yeah)
I ain't want to listen, I was young and hard head (yeah)
I don't f*ck with niggas, so I took the long way (yeah)
Got a suit and I'ma start ways, start trenched
I ain't had shit, so I'm stuck in my ways
Bitches really want the time, puttin' Gucci on the kids (what?)
Better hold onto it, better cherish this shit (better hold onto it)
Can somebody f*ck with me? I'll embarrass your nigga
Dj Eskimo City
The coolest DJ on the motherf*ckin' planet
Writer: Marcellus Register, William Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stuck In My Ways
[ Featuring King Hendrick$ ]
Yeah, yeah
I just need my space right now
She just need her space, yeah
Stuck in my ways, can't blame me, look how I'm raised
Say college and get a job, I told 'em that crime pays (yeah)
I'm thinkin' matchin' Benzes, I'm talkin' 'bout nine days
Dirty lemonade, that pint want Beyonce (for real)
Same Michael jacket, three-thousand like Andre (f*ck)
I ain't tourin' through YM, me, I'm lookin' for Kanye
Ayy, you can't get no money, you're broke as your mind state
Ayy, when I got the money, they can't even sign 'Face (nah)
Rev all through the baddies, bitches, I'm just tryin' to take a picture
Ayy, I can rhyme with phonies, but I kick it with the trillest niggas
Take a flight to Santorini, Greece, and ridin' through the villas
I'm a buy a Basquiate to hide the money, just like Jigga
Court side seats at the game, bringin' all the hitters
One phone call to the plug and they get delivered
A hundred fifty P's on the floor, I need to pass scissors
Hidin' dirty money in the van, we need an air filter
Vibes in the hill, she need the WiFi (phew)
I put sixty on a Rolls, these bitches call me Dada (yeah)
She thought she saw the devil, that was just 'Face in Prada
I wake up to that surf and they ain't your mama
I'm in Chanel, diamonds appealed, it's loose
I hustle hard, a warrior, that's shooters
I hit your block, like Shawty Lo, it's foolish
I hit your block, like Shawty Lo, it's foolish
Stuck in my ways, can't blame me, look how I'm raised
Say college and get a job, I told 'em that crime pays (yeah)
I'm thinkin' matchin' Benzes, I'm talkin' 'bout nine days
Dirty lemonade, that pint want Beyonce (for real)
Same Michael jacket, three-thousand like Andre (f*ck)
I ain't tourin' through YM, me, I'm lookin' for Kanye
Ayy, you can't get no money, you're broke as your mind state
Ayy, when I got the money, they can't even sign 'Face (nah)
Nobody really talks about the weight of being chosen
But you are undeniably built for this
Even when you feel like you can't keep goin'
There will be times that you will be tested
By those that you keep the closest
But you got to keep your faith, remember your strength
Stay on your pivot and keep your focus
We never seen nobody make it out, but you the kid that did
You the one that made it through
Nobody said it was gon' be easy
But I guess that's why he picked you
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nights Like This
Yeah, cursed from birth, but I broke that, family know that
I done been places, I can't go back, way before rap
I walked the tightrope, did it all in white Low's
Now I'm on the price low, follow steps that I was shown
They tell me at the end of every storm, you get a pot of gold
I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even home
I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even drove
Tell to weigh her options, f*ck with lames or you can leave me 'lone
Yeah, nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin'
F*ck my battles, had to shake off demons (I had to)
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense
Yeah, my God, it's a miracle
They thought that the enemy, I'm on the eaters
Look at how this shit made me
The trauma, I been through, look what it did to me
The drop with the top up
I know that they plottin', can't go out like Kennedy
Know I'm gettin' topped up
I got this lil' bitch, I'm showin' 'em sent
You got me switchin' up the Frappi's
That I'm grabbin', 'cause you niggas got it
Let me see some action
F*ck the talkin' if you really 'bout it (phew)
Love her, then you spin about it, not just him, get anybody
Love it when we face to face, I'm in her body and it's watery (yeah)
Used to serve and whip, I put my wrist in it like Vincent Carter
Standin' on all ten, no dick-ridin', that shit get you farther
Not because it's ice, think I'm a jeweler 'cause I've been a baller
I done upped my rank, my niggas spinnin', bitches sinnin' for me
Nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin'
F*ck my battles, had to shake off demons
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense
Fake watches can't bust me, nigga, trust me
It's work, nigga, I ain't lucky
The Chrome heart for the buffies, 'bout seven G's on the bucket
They gon' drain you 'til you ain't you
Then they treat your ass like nothin' (for real)
Why the f*ck would you be worried 'bout me?
You need to get you some-
Yeah, chain give me a business
I got me some chicken, I'm thinkin' investment
Remember the time when I was just stressin'
Now I got necklace on necklace on necklace, bitch
And a fine mind for rockin' a Prezi
I'm probably just searchin' a bitch
Eight-hundred fifty-thousand through the wire
Send me a text when it hit
Nights like this, I wish that I was dreamin'
Off the bench, I'm ballin', Willie Peeman
Rick Ross, Drake, and French Montana, schemin' (huh)
(Maybach Music)
Yeah, told her catch me, 'cause I'm geeked, I'm leanin'
Mob, for real, what is it givin'?
What the f*ck goin' on?
I done been places, I can't go back, way before rap
I walked the tightrope, did it all in white Low's
Now I'm on the price low, follow steps that I was shown
They tell me at the end of every storm, you get a pot of gold
I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even home
I'm so up that I just bought a foreign, I ain't even drove
Tell to weigh her options, f*ck with lames or you can leave me 'lone
Yeah, nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin'
F*ck my battles, had to shake off demons (I had to)
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense
Yeah, my God, it's a miracle
They thought that the enemy, I'm on the eaters
Look at how this shit made me
The trauma, I been through, look what it did to me
The drop with the top up
I know that they plottin', can't go out like Kennedy
Know I'm gettin' topped up
I got this lil' bitch, I'm showin' 'em sent
You got me switchin' up the Frappi's
That I'm grabbin', 'cause you niggas got it
Let me see some action
F*ck the talkin' if you really 'bout it (phew)
Love her, then you spin about it, not just him, get anybody
Love it when we face to face, I'm in her body and it's watery (yeah)
Used to serve and whip, I put my wrist in it like Vincent Carter
Standin' on all ten, no dick-ridin', that shit get you farther
Not because it's ice, think I'm a jeweler 'cause I've been a baller
I done upped my rank, my niggas spinnin', bitches sinnin' for me
Nights like this, I wish that we was dreamin'
F*ck my battles, had to shake off demons
Closet the mall, it change up every season
You know when you ballin', you got to have offense and defense
Fake watches can't bust me, nigga, trust me
It's work, nigga, I ain't lucky
The Chrome heart for the buffies, 'bout seven G's on the bucket
They gon' drain you 'til you ain't you
Then they treat your ass like nothin' (for real)
Why the f*ck would you be worried 'bout me?
You need to get you some-
Yeah, chain give me a business
I got me some chicken, I'm thinkin' investment
Remember the time when I was just stressin'
Now I got necklace on necklace on necklace, bitch
And a fine mind for rockin' a Prezi
I'm probably just searchin' a bitch
Eight-hundred fifty-thousand through the wire
Send me a text when it hit
Nights like this, I wish that I was dreamin'
Off the bench, I'm ballin', Willie Peeman
Rick Ross, Drake, and French Montana, schemin' (huh)
(Maybach Music)
Yeah, told her catch me, 'cause I'm geeked, I'm leanin'
Mob, for real, what is it givin'?
What the f*ck goin' on?
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
2 For 6
[ Featuring G Herbo ]
Who the hell is Carlo?
Uh, uh
Uh, yeah
Stick got a coolin' kit
Had to quit shootin' shit, know I'm too legit
Back and forth, forth, back, couldn't keep doin' it
Clear they block, had to show my opps who was rich
Too much yellin', fussin', trippin', need a newer bitch
New Maybach three-fifty, I get two for six
I ain't lyin' (I ain't lyin'), foreign ridin' (skrrt, skrrt)
Cashed out, but I'ma do that some more times
Spent a million on a crib, four times
Eighteen, was in my hood, Porsche flyin'
We too lit, ain't sellin' shit, endorse mine
You want advice? Of course, pussy boy, grind (yeah)
Ayy, loyalty is law, can't spot a bitch with no flaw
Stuntin' like my niggas, feed the fam like my Pop
Fly high, nigga, boy, closet like the mall
Boss who? Cut it out, we the ones in charge
You the type to get that shit and let your niggas starve
They say "Sky the limit", in the Cullinan with stars
D the 'Raq, you play, I get you whacked
This shit like chess, you make a move, my boy know I'ma get you back
We outside, they might think I'm blind, got that stick attached
Off the bench, I'ma go for fifty, tryin' to get the max
Off the hip, pop up in your city, tryin' to get them racks
Off the strip, disrespect me, nigga, they gon' hit your hat
We ain't even walk in the club yet, we in the back (right here)
Let lil' bro 'nem whip the Urus, I jump to the 'Llac (the 'Llac)
Doin' hot shit out the skat, then hopped in the track (vroom)
Way, way back then, I had a fed mac' (grr)
But I ain't never goin' back, 'cause I'm havin' sack (you know that)
Nigga, I was havin' crack, now I'm havin' plaques
Pay-outs go out every month, that's like eighty racks (phew)
That ain't shit, that's how I function, I'm okay with that
Dreads got a Ghost Glock, put a K with that
We ain't have to buy the stock, no, it came with that (uh)
Hit his top again (Bah)
Flip his shit, park the drop, get in the drop again (ayy, ayy, okay)
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fish Tail Fish Scale
Fish tail new from the lot, fish scale price for the watch
Rollie did the ice on the top, gettin' mine, like it or not
Took it to trial, got thirty, man, I told 'em 'bout fightin' the cops
Niggas still perfect, miss city color purple
Pyrex, Off-White, I'm blamin' Virgil
Broke nigga holdin' you back, he don't deserve you
I just put like ten in the sky, then I'ma merge 'em
Boy, you know the cases they gave me was damn near murder
Pull up, then I'm killin' this lot, you know I heard 'em
I don't give a f*ck if it's right and I'm still servin'
I don't give a f*ck who you ask, I'm still sellin'
He an old school, act a fool, don't want to do the cruise
Got a couple kids, it ain't shit, switch 'em with the moves
"Face, is you okay?" Bet, I'm cool, live it with the tool
Shorty, once you get your money up, bitches come in two's
Say she never did this, but she comin' through
She want somethin' new, I'm in somethin' new
I'm in Vegas for a night, I'm in Fountain blue
I was down on my luck, 'til I found you
Fish tail new from the lot, fish scale price for the watch
Rollie did the ice on the top, gettin' mine, like it or not
Took it to trial, got thirty, man, I told 'em 'bout fightin' the cops
Special niggas, stay in your lane
Most of these niggas fake as they chain
Free of charge, gave 'em the game
It's rules when you still in the game
Whoever get the dope, pick up the gates
Yeah, I can tell you bankroll light
When you're broke, the bitch gon' f*ck
Your homeboy raisin' a knife
Bagged out when you got your lil' dough
Man, these niggas want a piece of the pie, you got low
Boy, I've been f*cked up cheese and got more
Boy, I've been f*cked up towns and got ghost
Take a risk to get what you want or die broke
G-wagon, love the six-hundred, I got both, bitch
Fish tail new from the lot, fish scale price for the watch
Rollie did the ice on the top, gettin' mine, like it or not
Took it to trial, got thirty, man, I told 'em 'bout fightin' the cops
Rollie did the ice on the top, gettin' mine, like it or not
Took it to trial, got thirty, man, I told 'em 'bout fightin' the cops
Niggas still perfect, miss city color purple
Pyrex, Off-White, I'm blamin' Virgil
Broke nigga holdin' you back, he don't deserve you
I just put like ten in the sky, then I'ma merge 'em
Boy, you know the cases they gave me was damn near murder
Pull up, then I'm killin' this lot, you know I heard 'em
I don't give a f*ck if it's right and I'm still servin'
I don't give a f*ck who you ask, I'm still sellin'
He an old school, act a fool, don't want to do the cruise
Got a couple kids, it ain't shit, switch 'em with the moves
"Face, is you okay?" Bet, I'm cool, live it with the tool
Shorty, once you get your money up, bitches come in two's
Say she never did this, but she comin' through
She want somethin' new, I'm in somethin' new
I'm in Vegas for a night, I'm in Fountain blue
I was down on my luck, 'til I found you
Fish tail new from the lot, fish scale price for the watch
Rollie did the ice on the top, gettin' mine, like it or not
Took it to trial, got thirty, man, I told 'em 'bout fightin' the cops
Special niggas, stay in your lane
Most of these niggas fake as they chain
Free of charge, gave 'em the game
It's rules when you still in the game
Whoever get the dope, pick up the gates
Yeah, I can tell you bankroll light
When you're broke, the bitch gon' f*ck
Your homeboy raisin' a knife
Bagged out when you got your lil' dough
Man, these niggas want a piece of the pie, you got low
Boy, I've been f*cked up cheese and got more
Boy, I've been f*cked up towns and got ghost
Take a risk to get what you want or die broke
G-wagon, love the six-hundred, I got both, bitch
Fish tail new from the lot, fish scale price for the watch
Rollie did the ice on the top, gettin' mine, like it or not
Took it to trial, got thirty, man, I told 'em 'bout fightin' the cops
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Legacy
[ Featuring Doughboy Clay ]
Yeah
'Face, 'Face Mob
I done beat the odds, I got nothin' to prove
Laughin' with the bosses, tossin' up with the goons
I'll take a clean cream, makin' the room
F*ck an elephant, it's a G.O.A.T. in the room
High off life, tryin' to shoot to the moon
My youngin' burnt out, he ain't make it to school
Life becomin' fast, I'm tryin' to get in my groove
Build a legacy before you get to the tomb, for real
Unapologetic, f*ckin' right that I said it
F*ckin' right to the mornin', throwin' dice in the mornin' (Yeah)
Remember life ain't a gamble, risk your life, get rewarded
She a good girl, I love it, but she like to record it
On stage, kind of nervous
Thought that I'd call, but I'm somewhere with no service
Paparazzi on the call, but I'm tucked behind the curtains
If you out here, you involved, then be quiet with the murders
You know they lurkin'
I put 'Marni on, just to jump in the pool
My partner, he shook, because he servin' a fool
I can't give my heart, 'cause these bitches be used
I'm in the penthouse with a hell of a view
I done beat the odds, I got nothin' to prove
Laughin' with the bosses, tossin' up with the goons
I'll take a clean cream, makin' the room
F*ck an elephant, it's a G.O.A.T. in the room
High off life, tryin' to shoot to the moon
My youngin' burnt out, he ain't make it to school
Life becomin' fast, I'm tryin' to get in my groove
Build a legacy before you get to the tomb, for real
Dropped out of school and ran it up in the trap
Got out my feelings, went and got me a bag
Really havin' motion, better ask who I am
I went from bein' poor to really bein' the man
I went from bein' poor to really bein' the man
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Money On My Mind
(We astronauts with this shit)
(I just need my space right now)
I've seen the times changed
Gap gettin' bigger, the circle get smaller
She crank when she done get that boy, 'cause I gotta spoil
Cool, calm, and flexin' on niggas, I feel like Shedeur
Louis everything, I don't like it, I change to Dior
Niggas bite the hands that feed 'em, I'ma guess they greedy
She had her man decided to leave her, she tryna chase me
Put that shit off, start tweakin', just call me AB
Black Moet in the club and I ain't attempt
You don't come through and show love like you used to
You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (nah)
You don't get it in, buss juggs like you used to (nah)
You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (nah)
Five-star, nigga, I can tell you ain't we used to it
Sorry, I don't fall, I done quick 'cause I've been through it
Midwest swang through the function sippin' Pimp Juice
Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you
Back then I ain't have this up, sand in my Travis Scotts
New phone, baggin' up, clientele, baggin' up
Tellin' me to sign right here and get a large amount
If I ever do some flaw shit you better call it out
Took about three weeks, tryna read the fine print
Came in dolo, that's who I'm dyin' wit'
You ain't had the drugs, I had the flyest, had the slime shit
Everything black-blacked out, oh, that's MOB shit
You don't come through and show love like you used to
You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (nah)
You don't get it in, buss juggs like you used to (nah)
You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (nah)
Five-star, nigga, I can tell you ain't we used to it
Sorry, I don't fall, I done quick 'cause I've been through it
Midwest swang through the function sippin' Pimp Juice
Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you
(I just need my space right now)
I've seen the times changed
Gap gettin' bigger, the circle get smaller
She crank when she done get that boy, 'cause I gotta spoil
Cool, calm, and flexin' on niggas, I feel like Shedeur
Louis everything, I don't like it, I change to Dior
Niggas bite the hands that feed 'em, I'ma guess they greedy
She had her man decided to leave her, she tryna chase me
Put that shit off, start tweakin', just call me AB
Black Moet in the club and I ain't attempt
You don't come through and show love like you used to
You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (nah)
You don't get it in, buss juggs like you used to (nah)
You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (nah)
Five-star, nigga, I can tell you ain't we used to it
Sorry, I don't fall, I done quick 'cause I've been through it
Midwest swang through the function sippin' Pimp Juice
Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you
Back then I ain't have this up, sand in my Travis Scotts
New phone, baggin' up, clientele, baggin' up
Tellin' me to sign right here and get a large amount
If I ever do some flaw shit you better call it out
Took about three weeks, tryna read the fine print
Came in dolo, that's who I'm dyin' wit'
You ain't had the drugs, I had the flyest, had the slime shit
Everything black-blacked out, oh, that's MOB shit
You don't come through and show love like you used to
You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (nah)
You don't get it in, buss juggs like you used to (nah)
You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (nah)
Five-star, nigga, I can tell you ain't we used to it
Sorry, I don't fall, I done quick 'cause I've been through it
Midwest swang through the function sippin' Pimp Juice
Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Million Dollar Baby
Cuz'
Smush just signed a deal, cuz'
Twenty mill'
Twenty mill', cuz', we on
These niggas broke, cuz', come on
What we doin', cuz'?
What we doin'?
Smush need the whole wall, you hear me?
Smush need the whole wall
Ayy, cuz', what you need?
Tell, tell motherf*ckers what you need
What you need, cuz'?
Ayy, I ain't gon' lie, I'ma-
Bitch, you can have whatever you want
We havin' that shit, yeah
We got Glocks and cash, you bitch-ass niggas ain't spendin' money
What I'ma do?
And matter of fact, give me every size in this motherf*cker
I'ma do a charity for these broke-ass niggas
You niggas ain't spendin' money like Smush
I just signed a deal
Ask the streets 'bout who havin' digits, been havin' them bitches
Ap, hotel, the fabric different, my swag ridiculous
I told her digits, she good to go, that's what she here for
I'm crashin' out when it come to family, just like Toretto
She caught me poppin' at ocean prime, to pull the check ups
I come through foolish, I told the valet I'm Shawty Lo
The Wock keep pilin' the Maybach fridge, you know I'm ghetto
I make a million off every CD, why would I let up?
Hmm, yeah, came from the game, changed niggas, still the same nigga
God bless, that mosquito glove, this the pain killers
Out in Vegas, litty like the strip, look how the chain hittin'
Honestly, now I'm gettin' paid, how amazin'
I don't say, but I'm givin' game, down to raise bitches
Blood, sweat, tears, just like black Devin, Manny
I ain't out ideas, at the crib, gettin' faded
Nigga, I don't got to up spent budget on a watch
Hit you nice, court side, niggas called me from the top
Diamonds hittin' HD, statue long, it leave you blind
Got this nigga bitch I'm f*ckin', I record it every time
And today we in the water, we deport 'em from the time
Out in Florida, like a Z, on the beach, blowin' za
Nigga, I don't trust a soul, that's how Richard Porter died
I done planted all the seeds, now the gang immortal now
And when the storm come, maneuver through it like I know
At some business out in L.A., I'm just doin' lunch at Bo
Bought a mongoose for the covers, can't get on it
Told my bitch I'm rich, she quit her job, ain't leave a notice
Nigga poppin' shit while he at mines, he lil' Jody
Let this nigga see it with his eyes, he still don't want it
I got North to South to East to West, the city know
Most my niggas get them bitches clean, the greedy on
Most you guys entertainers and it be like that
A1 say he feel my shit the most, because he see my rap
Know the older cultures and the players custom Louie bag
That lil choosey ass, I sliced her once and threw her back
You'll stand right here, then you gon' need a movie pass
All this paper I blew, my momma'll have a heart attack
Pop outside these lames, you niggas ain't touch the quarterback
Hundred-fifty thousand, nigga, that's my lawyer tab
Cuz'll send the tabs, I had to give them twenty cash
Niggas burnin' bridges, I don't even want the money back
I'll see your plug and he ain't sent the hundred pack
How you in the streets and you ain't got a hundred yet?
Outside work at school, then I ain't never comin' back
Smush just signed a deal, cuz'
Twenty mill'
Twenty mill', cuz', we on
These niggas broke, cuz', come on
What we doin', cuz'?
What we doin'?
Smush need the whole wall, you hear me?
Smush need the whole wall
Ayy, cuz', what you need?
Tell, tell motherf*ckers what you need
What you need, cuz'?
Ayy, I ain't gon' lie, I'ma-
Bitch, you can have whatever you want
We havin' that shit, yeah
We got Glocks and cash, you bitch-ass niggas ain't spendin' money
What I'ma do?
And matter of fact, give me every size in this motherf*cker
I'ma do a charity for these broke-ass niggas
You niggas ain't spendin' money like Smush
I just signed a deal
Ask the streets 'bout who havin' digits, been havin' them bitches
Ap, hotel, the fabric different, my swag ridiculous
I told her digits, she good to go, that's what she here for
I'm crashin' out when it come to family, just like Toretto
She caught me poppin' at ocean prime, to pull the check ups
I come through foolish, I told the valet I'm Shawty Lo
The Wock keep pilin' the Maybach fridge, you know I'm ghetto
I make a million off every CD, why would I let up?
Hmm, yeah, came from the game, changed niggas, still the same nigga
God bless, that mosquito glove, this the pain killers
Out in Vegas, litty like the strip, look how the chain hittin'
Honestly, now I'm gettin' paid, how amazin'
I don't say, but I'm givin' game, down to raise bitches
Blood, sweat, tears, just like black Devin, Manny
I ain't out ideas, at the crib, gettin' faded
Nigga, I don't got to up spent budget on a watch
Hit you nice, court side, niggas called me from the top
Diamonds hittin' HD, statue long, it leave you blind
Got this nigga bitch I'm f*ckin', I record it every time
And today we in the water, we deport 'em from the time
Out in Florida, like a Z, on the beach, blowin' za
Nigga, I don't trust a soul, that's how Richard Porter died
I done planted all the seeds, now the gang immortal now
And when the storm come, maneuver through it like I know
At some business out in L.A., I'm just doin' lunch at Bo
Bought a mongoose for the covers, can't get on it
Told my bitch I'm rich, she quit her job, ain't leave a notice
Nigga poppin' shit while he at mines, he lil' Jody
Let this nigga see it with his eyes, he still don't want it
I got North to South to East to West, the city know
Most my niggas get them bitches clean, the greedy on
Most you guys entertainers and it be like that
A1 say he feel my shit the most, because he see my rap
Know the older cultures and the players custom Louie bag
That lil choosey ass, I sliced her once and threw her back
You'll stand right here, then you gon' need a movie pass
All this paper I blew, my momma'll have a heart attack
Pop outside these lames, you niggas ain't touch the quarterback
Hundred-fifty thousand, nigga, that's my lawyer tab
Cuz'll send the tabs, I had to give them twenty cash
Niggas burnin' bridges, I don't even want the money back
I'll see your plug and he ain't sent the hundred pack
How you in the streets and you ain't got a hundred yet?
Outside work at school, then I ain't never comin' back
Writer: Marcellus Register, Travis Pittman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ghetto Boyz
[ Featuring Peezy ]
Top$ide
Sixty for the charm but that ain't shit though
Turn this shit up on the headphones a lil' bit more
I feel grimey as hell right now, you know?
Facts, nigga
My motherf*ckin' face balled up, right now
Mm, ugh, ah
Boy, I'll growl on one you bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, nigga
Sixty for a motherf*ckin' charm, that ain't shit though
Bitch, you better hope I don't go broke, I'm pullin' Kick Door
Bitch, I lost money then you had, I'm still rich though
Bitch, I'm sippin' on a twelfth of Wock, this ain't no Tris ho'
She hate the way I act, I just can't help it, I'm the shit
I left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick
I left the O and went back to the K, I'm in the sticks
I'll leave this rap shit alone and get back in the mix
Shh, you know what's goin' on
She gon' tell me, "Pull up when you leave, don't leave your hoe at home"
Made a hunnid G's in like three days, I wasn't even gone that long
Come back home and re-up, jump back on that road
Too many niggas that have they phone tapped so I'm back on the beeper
Bad bitch called me up, I paint her face, now she like Mona Lisa
Came straight home from jail, it wasn't two weeks, I got back on the Keisha
I feel like Pookie she keep callin' me and I just can't leave her
Boy, get off my dick cause you ain't got no cheese
Made a half a mil at home, I ain't have to leave
Knocked her down off a Perc', now she harassin' me
Bitch it ain't no limit to this pape', I feel like Master P
Yeah, Michael Corleone, sippin' good, twerkin' mobile phones
I had to cut it on to get the money, leave them hoes alone
I'm all through TSA with package on me, Boston George in Blow
I told the DEA that I'm retired, we just sellin' songs
I never ever-ever love 'em like my dough
Dolce tee was like three hunnid but my Sprite was more
Your lil' bitch must be impatient 'cause she tryna go
Last shit you niggas dropped, I wouldn't even know
I brought one, she brought one, I can't sleep alone
Countin' money, talkin' numbers, plug on speaker phone
I've been handlin' my business, gettin' bigger with the gang
A couple watchin' from the stands 'cause they went against the grain
Stop with all that playin', I pay, they dip you in your grave
All this pape', man, it's hard not to change
Writer: Marcellus Rayvon Register, Phillip Peaks, Steven Powell
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
High Off Life
[ Featuring Moxie Knox ]
For real
High off life, rep for the team
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
Leave that nigga, baby, you're better with me
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
High off life, rep for the team
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
Leave that nigga, baby, you're better with me
Leave that nigga, baby, you better with me
High off life
Red or blue pill, took 'em both, I'm not missin' my chance
Burberry trench just to take my daughter to dance
Risk taker, had to stand on a ledge
I'm at the top lookin' down, they say, "Gimme a hand"
Tables turned, I remember I was down, lookin' up
Niggas wouldn't pull me up, but f*ck it
Coach put me in the game and I start gettin' buckets
All these mans got me clouded, it get harder to trust 'em
Tryin' to figure out who real and who fake, some rats, some snakes
You know the game is the game, won't change
Dreams was the NBA, then it switched to dope man
Know I'm gifted with the bag, move that bitch with no hands
Niggas mad you got the balls what my lil ho' said
But this shit ain't nothin' new, I've been the one since Pro-Keds
Go and get it on my own, not acceptin' a thing
Put a Rollie on your wrist before I buy you a ring, that's real talk
Yeah, walked in the dealer, cashed out, peeled off
Niggas gettin' killed, dawg, better watch how you slide
I done took a couple Ls, but you live and you learn
Pyromaniac, I got money to burn
Money flyin' on these bitches, I remember they curved me
Tryin' to boost they self-esteem, send a bitch to get surgery
I've been switchin' how I'm livin', shit different at thirty
Try and go against the mob, that's how niggas get murdered
Mafioso on go-mode, f*ck a broke ho
She like O.T., she's in love with the coco
Signed a NDA, baby girl, the world won't know
Louis pearls, head-on, knew for real what you want, nigga
High off life
High off life, high off life
High off life, rep for the team
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
I'm that nigga, baby, you're better with me
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
High off life, rep for the team
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
Leave that nigga, baby, you're better with me
Leave that nigga, baby, you better with me
High off life
High with no rehab, wonderful feelin'
Wonderful nephew, one of them niggas, I'm tryin' to tell you
Came from the belly of the beast, rockin' a Skelly
Clean cut, keepin' his bread like I'm a deli
Frontin' so hard to be us
Talkin' down, 'cause we T'd up, so I don't say much when I see 'em
I don't hear from 'em unless they need me
You can be rich and still need love
Gettin' what I want, I'm a genie
Vq lean and linguini
Couldn't turn my back if I wanted, the team need me
I should've took my first check went I bought the block up
The Maybach was gold, so I got one
They say the trill niggas either dead or they locked up
But I ain't neither
'Cause you can't tell me that I'm not one, a true believer
I buy everythin' she ask for, now she a diva
I'm paintin' pictures for these niggas 'cause they couldn't see it
A visionary, Dior with the Ben & Jerry's
I'm hoardin' these daily prayers, my savings a cemetery
A day in life with the mob, come get an itinerary
Fascinated with the money, I never was thinkin' millions
The hustle in me, hustle harder for the rainy days
Stay a hundred, my wrist alone 180K
I'm puttin' on for all the G's who helped me pave a way
We eatin' now, so nigga, say your grace
High off life, rep for the team
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
Leave that nigga, baby, you're better with me
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
High off life, rep for the team
I done did shit 'cause niggas never believed
Leave that nigga, baby, you're better with me
Leave that nigga, baby, you better with me
High off life
What's this paradise you speak of?
All them summer nights I dream of us
Sometimes, but I think you should know
It's just me and mine, don't play about me
When I ride or die, don't wait on me
But I can't lie, you caught my eye
High off life
What's this paradise you speak of?
All them summer nights I dream of us
Sometimes, but I think you should know
High off life
It's just me and mine, don't play about me
When I ride or die, don't wait on me
But I can't lie, you caught my eye
High off life
Writer: Marcellus Register, Khaleema Sakile Cox
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Guardian Angel
[ Featuring Rexx Life Raj, Samuel Shabazz ]
Who am I 'posed to lean on at night?
Tell me, who catch the tears when I cry? My God
Sittin' up, I might press to the sky
I need anything
All these questions, I wonder why
Tuckin' my ego, swallow my pride, oh, my
Sittin' up, I might press to the sky
I need anything
My guardian angel
Watch down over me, guardian angel
Tell me what you see, my guardian angel
Watch down over me, guardian angel
Tell me what you see
I always wonder who's watchin' my back
Tunnel vision on that road
It get tricky, I'm just hopin' you with me
Speak clear, you might get your enhancement
Man, this music shit came in my life when I was askin' for millions
Civil, God, I ain't really want much
When I talk, they gon' pay
Leave the venue, they be askin' for pictures
One night, I took the roof off the coupe
Looked up and seen the stars, when I knew that the sky's the limit
In need of a angel
Even though I'm rollin' with demons, it still get rough
I'm only reachin' out if I need you
They lied to me young, they told me nothin' comin' with dreamin'
Just keep me protected when these niggas scammin' and schemin'
I overreact and second-guess, I think it's the trauma
Don't miss your blessings, believe it when you chasin' these dollars
I bump my head, it's crazy when you chasin' this money
We barely speak, but I need to say somethin', yeah
My guardian angel
Watch down over me, guardian angel
Tell me what you see, my guardian angel
Watch down over me, guardian angel
Tell me what you see
I wonder if my grandaddy still watchin' me smilin'
I took some Ls before the Ms, I know he watchin' me slimin'
I know God really love me, 'cause this shit I get out of
Or the shit I get into, what was I 'posed to amount to?
I ain't come out a runt, big dog from the jump
Wouldn't watch me rollin', had to have AK on
Got to watch what you say, 'cause this shit get wicked
You'll get put in position to see if you meant it
Words submitted and the bird was tinted
If it weren't real, it wasn't a dollar that made me did it
If it wasn't a dollar, it wouldn't have got me or made me with it
Had to get it poppin', couldn't stop me, not your nigga
You got love for me, don't you? Even show with the whispers
So the times you get loud, I step back and start squintin'
You done knew too much and taught yourself how to get it
When it's just too much, I'ma need me a witness
My guardian angel
Watch down over me, guardian angel
Tell me what you see, my guardian angel
Watch down over me, guardian angel
Tell me what you see
Writer: Marcellus Register
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The World Is Yours
A motherless child, still I made her proud
I remain ten toes down, f*ck bowin' to a crowd
From non-believer to achiever
Watch me change how they receive us
I bet today they'll believe us, when we say we can
Ain't about who's the man, but who's in position
I can't keep playin' this song if you niggas refuse to listen
You know the world is yours, you know the world is yours
I feel it comin' over me, it's nothin' like it used to be
Can feel it in my energy, you know the world is yours
You know the world is yours, you know the world is yours
It's nothin' like it used to be, I feel it comin' over me
They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me (it's somethin' in the energy)
They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me (you know the world is yours)
Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me (you know the world is yours)
I came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me
I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be
I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be
The world is yours, like Toni, reals dodgin' the phonies (it's somethin' in the energy)
Players duckin' the suckers, lions watchin' for snakes (you know the world is yours)
F*ck I look like drillin' some shit, I'm on my Deen
Focused on makin' music, my nigga
Dope Gang, Saint Tropez, now my pictures legit
I'm a bag by myself, not to mention my bitch (you know the world is yours)
We out of space like NASA need to sponsor our trip
Ain't in the draft, but you know I'm still the lottery pick, real shit
Lord, I done did my dirt, but I repent (can feel it in my energy)
Hundred on my wrist, for the times I wouldn't
Young, black, militant, hood raised me, not the givin' shit (you know the world is yours)
It wasn't in my plans, but I'm gettin' it (you know the world is yours)
Walkin' through the cell, leavin' Fendi prints
You pay her OnlyFans, but I give her dick
Hear what niggas sayin', but I'm livin' it
This shit like SoHo House, you need a membership
Photo like a Maybach, but the engine quick
Clutch sweatsuit, baby, I'm a max player (you know the world is yours)
Fifty-nine, sixty-one, but the strap dated (you know the world is yours)
My Detroit players
Hustle in our bloods, so the drugs could never faze us
The struggle, that's what made us
Never wanted much, I just wanted to ball
Now a nigga can't be touched if they do kill 'em all
You know the protocol I'm from the D, we ball, we fall
Bad bitches lined up, from wall to wall (from wall to wall)
You know the world is yours
It's nothin' like it used to be, I feel it comin' over me
They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me (it's somethin' in the energy)
They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me (you know the world is yours)
Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me (you know the world is yours)
I came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me
I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be (it's nothin' like it used to be)
I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be
It's somethin' in the energy, you know the world is yours
They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me
They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me
Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me
I came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me (you know the world is yours)
I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be (I feel it comin' over me)
I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be, look (it's nothin' like it used to be)
The world is yours, Nino, like Yaniqua said (can feel it in my energy)
That lil' short cut rockin', pretty freakin' red (you know the world is yours)
G Money was slippin', too busy gettin' geeked on meds (you know the world is yours)
They should be lookin' for the pimples on the cheeks instead (you know the world is yours)
This a new Jack city, hop out the Jeep on dreads (it's nothin' like it used to be)
Then it's rockabye baby, like Keisha said (I feel it comin' over me)
I don't know too many heavyweights who beat the feds (it's somethin' in the energy)
Only the real hustlers survive when the streets are dead (you know the world is yours)
And haters still be tryin' to switch off movies
I guess when you in the theaters, it might piss of Tubi (I guess)
I stay away from suckers, I ditch all goofies
Still comin' through clutch, in some Rich Paul newbies, yeah
Switch the product, no narcotics, bitch, I built the brand (I did)
Gave me nothin', made me somethin', bitch, I built the hand (I did)
Like I'm playin' tongue, shorty spread, crazy dunk (woah)
I hit the aunties and the nieces, yeah, don't play with Unc'
Life has been so wavy lately, got to stay in trunks (yeah)
We agin' like fine wine, Cabernet and Blanc (yeah)
When we link, it's like when Brady get to play with Grump (chips)
You tryin' to go play on them beaches or go play the Bronx?
I love me a bad bitch who know her watches
To be top notch, you got to know the notches (levels)
Always do your thing, never know who watchin' (for real)
Except for the streets, 'cause you know they watchin' (upside)
Writer: Marcellus Register, John David Jackson, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Milos Angelov
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
