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Creed II Soundtrack Lyrics






Mike Will Made-It - Amen (Pre Fight Prayer)

[ Featuring Lil Wayne ]

[Intro]
Mike Will Made-It
Eardrummers

[Bon Iver]
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, when we fall
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, when we fall
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, save us all (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

[Lil Wayne]
God save us all, I pray for y'all
You know the tables turned, I buy a table cloth
I got it off the ground, and now it's straight to Mars
Shout out to the pilots that died takin' off
The crime rate evolve, but I take the charge
I try to obey the law, on Fridays it's hard
Vibrating floors for my groundbreaking bars
The crowd gave applause then the clouds gave us stars
When all faith is lost, you just gotta say the thoughts
Can't let us down, pause, fast forward, play, record
It's a lake to cross, hope you make it straight across
To make it safe across, we leave when we should take a cross
And when the day gets dark, that's when the fire start
They cryin' "Amen amen," the third times the charm
Brenda's got a baby, I pray it's not my baby
Say it's not my baby, and my response is "Amen"

[Bon Iver]
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, when we fall
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Bon Iver - Do You Need Power? (Walk Out Music)

Talk back, talk back with 'em
With your full rebound
I ain't nothing with such cautious time
The buzzards all over now
It all ain't nothing if you don't survive
Do I need power?
Do you need power?
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Writer: Brandon Burton, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Michael Len Williams, Phillip Gardner Cook
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Mike Will Made-It - We Can Hit (Round 1)

[ Featuring Crime Mob, Slim Jxmmi ]

You say you stickin' to the script
Save that poppin' at the lip and put your hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
Grab a shovel, can you dig?
In my zone, we splittin' wigs
Ain't no time for talkin' shit
Put yo' hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)

Bitches talkin' reckless, they trippin', they whole necklace
I don't need nobody, I'm showin' up and I'm wreckin' shit (I am)
Bitches throwin' shade, more wave, but I ain't sweatin' it (I ain't)
I can beat yo' ass without puttin' any effort in
Your nigga identical to what's between yo' legs and shit (Pussy)
Penny-pinchin' ass bitch, you stay on some petty shit
Respect this shit or you gon' end up injured by your neck and shit
We niggas gon' grab one, my niggas catchin' checks and shit
My people ready bitch

You say you stickin' to the script
Save that poppin' at the lip and put your hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
Grab a shovel, can you dig?
In my zone, we splittin' wigs
Ain't no time for talkin' shit
Put yo' hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)

Yeah, I'm still a ghetto, pistol holdin', but I got them hands
Knock the f*ck up out a nigga, meet me where you f*ckin' stand
Bitch please, I'm like Creed, don't I make a nigga bleed?
Any day, catch a fade, and have you leakin' in the street
Bitch, I be on that stupid shit, I be goin' crazy dude
I been throwed off, Draco before middle school
Standin' real tall, like he hard, but his ass soft
Got a glass jaw, I'm a mothaf*ckin' southpaw, yeah

You say you stickin' to the script
Save that poppin' at the lip and put your hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
Grab a shovel, can you dig?
In my zone, we splittin' wigs
Ain't no time for talkin' shit (Yeah)
Put yo' hands up, nigga
We can hit (Ayy, Jxm), we can hit (Ayy, Jxm)
We can hit (Ayy, Jxm), we can hit
(Jxm)

What it do, boy?
Huh, call yo' team, boy
Huh, you a green, boy
Why you makin' a scene, boy?
Huh, Hydroclean, yuh
Then I jump in a ring, boy (Huh)
Like AB, when the bell ring, I swing, boy (Huh)
Oh, you actin'?
Oh, you actin' up
What's gon' happen when somebody smack you up? (Smack)
TKO just because he wanna be tough (Tough)
Bet you fold (Fold) when somebody call your bluff (Yeah)

You say you stickin' to the script
Save that poppin' at the lip and put your hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
Grab a shovel, can you dig?
In my zone, we splittin' wigs
Ain't no time for talkin' shit
Put yo' hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)

Crank it up in the parkin' lot, what these bitches talkin' 'bout?
Lately I been seein' a lot, lately I been hittin' the lot
Gold gloves, gold gloves, I don't remember where the apartment was
You remember me from m-o-b, throwin' bows, c-a-t-e
Nigga don't impress me, test me
Talkin' 'bout f*ck shit, f*ck around gon' be in the ICU
Nigga forever we come through and nigga, we gon' hit
If you talkin' 'bout stank ho, DJ Domo

You say you stickin' to the script
Save that poppin' at the lip and put your hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
Grab a shovel, can you dig?
In my zone, we splittin' wigs
Ain't no time for talkin' shit
Put yo' hands up, nigga
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
We can hit (We can hit), we can hit (We can hit)
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Eearz ScHoolboy Q - Kill Em With Success

[ Featuring 2 Chainz, Mike WiLL Made-It ]

[Eearz]
Ayy, ayy
EarDrummers

[Eearz]
That slap, they say they want that slap
It's not sold separately, they know I come with that
Hey, what you got?

[Eearz]
Hunnids overlappin', that's a fact
I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success

[Eearz]
Ordinary, I am not that
They think I'm blasphemous, tattoos all on the neck
Grew like a crack to me, head first 'fore a check
Gung-ho for a fistful of blue bread
Girl, that ass swole, let me grab a hold and suplex
Go for broke in that pussy 'cause I remember when
Niggas looked over me, now they all wanna recollect
Feel like some' chose me, I'm e'rythin' you could've been
If you was hustlin'
Post-dramatic, cardiac
Rollin' back to back addict , damn I'm famished
I'ma need a whole bag of the cabbage
Came straight out that damn clay, like Cassius
Shoulda seen his damn face when I passed him
Lil' boy got big waves, overstandin'
All of y'all blokes piss poor, in the trash
You lookin' at the shit now, take a whiff
These diamonds DTN

[Eearz]
That slap, they say they want that slap
It's not sold separately, they know I come with that
Hey, what you got?

[Eearz & (ScHoolboy Q)]
Hunnids overlappin', that's a fact
I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that (woo)
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success (Yo, uh)

[ScHoolboy Q]
Nostradamus, booked the pilot, land in tropics
Big deposits, saucy dipping, million flipping
One too many, Lambo spinning, skrrt, might crash it
Big boy habits, legend status, label classic
Can't be average, got success needed more, uh
Made the Forbes, needed more, uh
Get the Range, needa floor it, uh
Wasn't there when I was workin' for it, got it big chillin', now you mad, uh
Motivation for the young niggas, get the bag rollin' so it last, uh
Nigga ball like the Mavs, finger-roll from the half
Run the back through the trap, double time gettin' wack
Seen it all, now I done done it all
Why can't a broke nigga say, "Uh, if was 30+ in the hood, still hell yeah, I'ma hate," uh
VVSs in the face, ay
Beat the case and do the race, uh
This the Porsche, never late, uh
Headin' North to the Ace, uh
Saw my house by the waves, uh
More lead for the bang, uh
My God, need a raise, uh
New check, never change, ay (Woo)

[Eearz]
That's slap, they say they want that slap
It's not sold separately, they know I come with that
Hey, what you got?

[Eearz & (2 Chainz)]
Hundreds overlappin', that's a fact
I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that (Yah)
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success (2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz]
God bless the soldiers (Bless), rip the head off a cobra (Rip)
Intimidate the camera holder, I can taste the victory
Yeah, I can smell the aroma (Smell), hands quicker than Dayton-
Gloves on, no isotone, locked in on my opponent (Locked in)
Frontline, yeah, I'm on it
You won't believe how much I want it (Well believe)
You won't believe how much I'm focused (Well believe)
I put the mind in determine, I put the mind on a journey
That mean you leavin' on a gurney
I'm 'bout to kill 'em with success, somebody call my attorney
Hey, alright
Alright, here doubt don't exist
I will push your tea back with Malice like the Clipse
Can of ass-whoopin', I got gallons of the shit
Love or hate me, you need balance a lil' bit
Tryin' not to be violent like a challenge in itself
When it start goin' right to the left, to the left
People slept, Jesus wept
You a pet, I'm a vet
I'm a threat, where you at?
Rep the set, that's a bet
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Mike Will Made-It - Check

[ Featuring Nas, Rick Ross ]

[Rick Ross]
(M-M) Michael Williams
Renzel Ravioli (Woo!)
(Hahaha) Ugh
This some country western shit right here (Huh!)
(Yeah!) Like Quentin Tarantino
M-M-Maybach Music

[Nas]
Yo, you ain't standin' on your word, you lose respect
Man up, check, chest out, check
Chin up, check, discipline, check
Listenin', check

[Nas]
Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square
This is like chess, strategize in the ring
He tryna be a father, but he lost his father to the same thing (Check)
Walkin' on blood stained ground, gladiator school
America, see you ain't raised no fool, catch this fade, is you brave?
Try to know what to expect out here
Fought every fight, what's left is the fight of death out here
Try to take my last breath, my air, had to check my fear (Hmm)
That's why they respect Nasir, feel me
Y'all witnessin' what you never seen
Needin' nothing attracts everything, the resurrection of a king

[Nas]
Man up, check, chest out, check
Chin up, check, discipline, check
Listenin', check
Check
Man up, check, chest out, check
Chin up, check, discipline, check
Listenin', check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check

[Rick Ross]
(Maybach Music)
Dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breeze
Never on the wiretaps let's give 'em somethin' they can see
Born to be a boss, so nail me to the holy cross
Life is a lesson, bless a nigga with a fortune (Huh)
Speak with respect, seats to the Mets
We came from the streets, you just some geeks with a check
Cuban links swing like a leech from my neck
Make a mural of my face when I'm deceased with the best
Balenciaga sneaks (Huh), Balenciaga socks (Huh)
Dark-skinned nigga, but the brightest in the spot
Dreamin' of the top, boy I mighta signed with Kotch
Carol city nigga, move a mountain with a block (Woo)
Virgil with the white (Ugh), murdered over kite (Ugh)
Wholesale price it's like it's fashion oversite (Woo)
Doubled up the shows and I tax 'em for the flights (Huh)
I'm owed by the code, so don't make me ask you twice

[Nas]
Man up, check, chest out, check
Chin up, check, discipline, check
Listenin', check
Check
Man up, check, chest out, check
Chin up, check, discipline, check
Listenin', check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check

[Nas]
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your-
My nigga, let your nuts hang
My nigga, let your-
Nuts hang
My nigga, let your-
My nigga, let your-
My nigga, let your-
Nuts hang
My nigga, let your-
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Mike Will Made-It - Fate

[ Featuring Young Thug, Swae Lee ]

[Swae Lee]
(Ear Drummers)
Pretty baby, I won't lie
I can get it right, one try
Roll this up and let's skydive
I hope you not afraid of heights
(Mike Will Made-It)

[Swae Lee]
'Cause I'm just the truth
Rolling like a fool
What have I gotten myself into?
Hurry up and choose

[Young Thug]
I'm in sky, I'm in chill
With this ice in my ears
I walk to a boat out of LIV
We shut down apartments with shields
I jump off a jet to a buildin'
I take care of everybody billings
I wish they can stop with the killin'
I bought you the ring, but I ain't kneelin'
Ain't tellin' my business to Wendy Williams
Maintainin' shit, I done had six children
Somebody else die when you sittin' chillin'
In the prison eatin' bread and chili
You can kick it in bright linen, real cap peelin'
Hardbody, this shit get real, ayy
I can crack a seal, ayy

[Young Thug]
Yeah, take a bite out the Ritalin
All these VVS, now she swallow me down like a pill, yeah, yeah
Jewelry water, high in the sky, that's a nosebleed
Hide the Rollies and Pateks, don't post these
Stack that shit tall as ladders and palm trees, yeah
Started off with a lil' ranch, now I got a lot of blue cheese
I just signed a deal twenty mil', she know not to start with me
I let the window down partially
Park the Rolls-Royce, had to dodge at least
Gotta put half on a car at least
Hollywood bitch, I'm a star at least
Gotta keep the Jeep extra large
She promised me the ménage
Keep the Dodge Jeep out the garage
Keep the black Jeep out the garage
Twenty new jeans Saint Laurent
My private jet don't get rust
Peanut butter and jelly the guts
I pour a four up of 'Tussin, oh

[Swae Lee]
Pretty baby, I won't lie
I can get it right, one try
Roll this up and let's skydive
I hope you're not afraid of heights

[Swae Lee]
'Cause I'm just the truth
Rolling like a fool
What have I gotten myself into?
Hurry up and choose

[Young Thug]
Mafia, run it up, run a couple milli' from ya clientele, yeah, yeah
Alka-Seltzer plus, serve it to the J's who come daily, yeah
I'll be glad when a nigga approach me wantin' problems
Run it up, nigga chop him up, put him in a grinder like a cow, yeah
Outside with the dealers in the projects
I'm from where the dope fiends shoot the powder heads
I'm in Saks with a half a mil', get my sack on
Cha-cha, got extreme moves for a redbone, yeah
Pussy pink like a pig, beat it 'til it's red, oh
Halftime, spent six dimes on red, oh
Figure four, still givin' head, oh
Spend a hundred thou' on a diamond for the dead

[Young Thug]
I'm in sky, I'm in chill
With this ice in my ears
I walk to a boat out of LIV
We shut down apartments with shields
I jump off a jet to a buildin'
I take care of everybody billings
I wish they can stop with the killin'
I bought you the ring, but I ain't kneelin'
Ain't tellin' my business to Wendy Williams
Maintainin' shit, I done had six children
Somebody else die when you sittin' chillin'
In the prison eatin' bread and chili
You can kick it in bright linen, real cap peelin'
Hardbody, this shit get real, ayy
I can crack a seal, ayy

[Swae Lee]
'Cause I'm just the truth
Rolling like a fool
What have I got myself into?
Hurry up and choose

[Swae Lee]
She ain't over me, yeah
She ain't over, f-f*ck f*ck it
I ain't over her just yet, I ain't over
I'll be on my way before sunset
Cancel the party, baby, I'm a wreck
I'm a wreck
I'll be on my way
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Ari Lennox - Shea Butter Baby

[ Featuring J Cole ]

[Ari Lennox]
Ooh
Want it, hold it, need it, need it
Shea butter baby, f*ckin' up your pillow

[Ari Lennox]
Touch me, take me, kiss me
Love me, impress me
Pull up, black truck, ganja
Wrist so blinding, heart so timeless
Wishing you could meet me, see me, freak me

[Ari Lennox & J. Cole]
You lost in the shape of my hips
Hope there is a move
If you really down, we could find it
Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hope there is a move (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And if you really down, we could find it
Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can

[Ari Lennox & J. Cole]
Shea butter baby, f*ckin' up your pillow
Shea butter baby, f*ckin' up your sheets (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[J. Cole]
You crossed my mind a thousand times
The cause was fine, I drawed the line
I'm back, relapse, I'm fiending
Yes, what's that? In fact, I'm dreaming
Coconut oil, the scent of your body still lingers on sheets
I got a shot at you, you wanna reach?
Cock that, cock back, trigger release
Pop that top, take a sip of your holiest water, I know I'm a part of your flow now
Said, when you cut her, don't matter you love her or not, you got part of her soul now
I ain't know then, but I know now
Apologies due, it wasn't a feud, the ones I ran through, but never left you, I pray you found peace and you whole now
I'm doin' better, I got me a chocolate bar, climbin' on top of the bar
Think of the shea butter, lick in the places you only gon' lick when you rock with her forever

[Ari Lennox & J. Cole]
You lost in the shape of my hips
Hope there is a move
And if you really down, we could find it
Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hope there is a move (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And if you really down, we could find it
Lost in an alley, make love

[Ari Lennox & J. Cole]
Shea butter baby, f*ckin' up your pillow (I can get close to you, baby, pull me closer, what are you about?)
Shea butter baby, f*ckin' up your sheets (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(I can get close to you, baby, pull me closer, what are you about?)
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Mike WiLL Made-It - The Mantra

[ Featuring Pharrell, Kendrick Lamar ]

In the way
Minus sign niggas in the way
In the way
Minus sign niggas in the way, yeah
In the way
Minus sign niggas in the way, yeah
In the way
Yeah, minus sign niggas in the way

But they will not get none, naw (Ear Drummers)
In the way, yeah, minus sign niggas in the way
Yeah, they will not get nothing naw
In the way (in the way)
Yeah, minus sign niggas in the way (repeat after me)

(Mike WiLL Made-It) hey

They will not get none, nah (in the way)
It's funny to watch them 'em there attempt that blocking
But they will not get none, nah (in the way)
He's watching me (minus sign niggas in the way)
They will not get none, nah (in the way)
The stars will keep falling, like asteroids we balling
So they will not get none, nah (in the way)
Watching me (minus sign niggas in the way, hey)

If it ain't a half a million in the face (in the face)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (in the way)
If ain't a half a million when you race (when you race)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (it's in the way)
If you good with good, not great (in the way) (not great)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (way)
No remote on the G5 plane (5 plane)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (it's in the way)
You can't fall back to sleep once you awake (once you awake)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (in the way)
You ain't supposed to worry about it when you pray (when you pray)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (it's in the way)
If what you doing don't help you elevate (elevate)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (in the way)
If you don't share the culture, shouldn't play (when you play) (way)
Far as I'm concerned, it's in the way (hey, hey, hey)

They will not get none, nah (in the way)
It's funny to watch them 'em there attempt that blocking
But they will not get none, nah (in the way, hey)
He's watching me (minus sign niggas in the way)
They will not get none, nah (in the way)
The stars will keep falling, like asteroids we balling
So they will not get none, nah (in the way)
Watching me (minus sign niggas in the way)

I was down, bad, then my life switched (then my life switched)
What a crisis, my Black Seville with no license (no license)
I was lifeless, I was dead weight, I was trifling (I was trifling)
Then my eye twitched, then my hair shook, and my fist balled
Then my right wrist took a risk for us
Saw lightning that made titans (I was trifling)
With a pitchfork, we ate you food then got bent more
With excitement, big wars on my neck piece
VVS be fighting, move fast like loose jazz
I gotta race the world and be vibrant
No plates on my scrape, yeah, that's mando
Massaging the handle left hand on the candle, huh
I'm too high profile to drive Lambo, that there is a scandal
That man grab a handful, huh
Never been love (easy), bet I pull up (DP)
I got a thing for her, I wanna f*ck (freaky)
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*cking it up (easy)
I got a thing for her

I mean I get you niggas out the way right now today, you say so
Take the safe and doctor pay 'em aiming 'fore the case closed
Operate and then meet the player move on then for escrow
Holding weight since Section 8 that's on my day-to-day though
Man-man don't shake hand, he pop shit (out the way)
She stargaze out through the cosmic (out the way)
Amped up, we blew out the metropolis (out the way)
And I've been too involved, huh (out the way)
And I got tens on call, huh (out the way)
And you pretend you ball, huh
I'ma do this for my dawg, you need a life jacket
Throw you in the deep end, that's now my target practice
Never been love (easy), bet I pull up (DP)
I got a thing for her

They will not get none, nah (in the way)
Yeah, all that they talking, that is blessing blocking
So they will get none, nah (in the way)
He's watching me (minus sign niggas in the way)
They will not get none, nah (in the way)
That bulletproof aura, no one got as far you
So they will get nothing off you, yeah (in the way) (Yeah)
Watching me (minus sign niggas in the way)
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Writer: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Michael Len Williams, Myles Harris, Pharrell L. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Mike WiLL Made-It - Watching Me

[ Featuring Rae Sremmurd, Kodak Black ]

EarDrummers
Mike Will Made-It

You can look me in my eyes and tell I'm tired of trying
Look me in the eyes and tell that I've cried
Plenty rockstar scars, I'm not tryna hide them
Remember those who win, not the ones tired
Look into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?
Lately, watching you, watching me
Lately, watching you, watching me
Look into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?
Lately, watching you, watching me
Angry, watching you, watching me

I've been thuggin' for so long tryna bypass
I be doin' so much wrong, I see my life flash
Through the pain, I persevered and I ain't even shed a tear
Overcomin' every obstacle like I ain't got no fear
And don't you know it wasn't easy, ayy
What you thinking when you see me? Yo
Even when the sun goes down, I'm up tryna keep my family straight
I just be holdin' it down and every real nigga gonna gravitate
Every day ten toes down, I swear I ain't never goin' down this way
My nigga, I'm not your man, you don't know me, I ain't from 'round this way
Go hard, I'ma die when I sleep
Go hard, I can sleep when I die
Tryna find a piece of my mind

You can look me in my eyes and tell I'm tired of trying
Look me in the eyes and tell that I've cried
Plenty rockstar scars, I'm not tryna hide them
Remember those who win, not the ones tired
Look into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?
Lately, watching you, watching me
Lately, watching you, watching me
Look into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?
Lately, watching you, watching me
Angry, watching you, watching me

Eh, ever since I came up, yeah,
I've been living like tomorrow ain't gon come
Switching girls like my heart can't go numb
Pedal to the floor like I'm on the run
All this shine, all the rain gotta glum
Gotta get mine or it's back to the slums
Back to the crumbs
I don't feel the pain, I need a little luck
And I puff my herb and I sip my drink
'Til my words get slurred
And work that bitch 'til she work my nerves
And move on to the next city like "word"
And what I do is none of your concern
I'ma take my shot, you can wait your turn
And every single thing I got I earned
'Cause every single loss is lesson learned, yeah (Jxm!)

You're the reason why my back is turned (you're the reason)
Only took one time for me to learn
I won't say a thing you don't deserve
I won't do a thing you don't deserve (yeah)
I X you out, what for?
Because survival's my only choice
I'm living life like I know it's short
Oh, it's a miracle to find remorse

You can look me in my eyes and tell I'm tired of trying
Look me in the eyes and tell that I've cried
Plenty rockstar scars, I'm not tryna hide them
Remember those who win, not the ones tired
Look into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?
Lately, watching you, watching me
Lately, watching you, watching me
Look into my eyes, tell me what is it you see?
Lately, watching you, watching me
Angry, watching you, watching me
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Writer: Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Anthony Henderson, Anthony Eugene Cowan, Bryon McCane, Charles Scruggs, Dieuson Octave, Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown, Michael Len II Williams, Steven Howse, Tim Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network






Mike Will Made-It - F.I.G.H.T.


Why do you wanna fight?
What you talking 'bout, I just told you why
No you didn't, Donnie
Why do you wanna fight?
I get why they wanna fight you, I know what they're fighting for, what about you?
Listen to me, you got everything to lose, he's got nothing to lose
When a fighter ain't got nothing to lose, he's dangerous

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Give a f*ck what my nigga did
Run 'em down, rumble, that work
Give a f*ck what my nigga did
Run 'em down, rumble, that work
Fumble, just don't le me approach ya, nigga, I'm goin' on site
Fumble, just don't le me approach ya, nigga, I'm goin' on site
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Who got my back? Ain't nobody holdin' me back
I'm out here fightin' for my life, no tellin' what come with it, right?
My mama needed bills and lights
I'm prayin' for some better days
I kept on havin' sleepless nights (shit)
But, nigga, that's life, when you tryna do right like Spike
But the licks be lookin' enticing
This shit's such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me rights
I got no time to relax, when the wall up against my back
My vice rich on the 'tech, nigga, I'll knock out your lights
Mike Will saved my life, this light will hit you like Mike (Tyson)
If it's static, then come on, strike (boom)
F*ck these niggas mean? Nigga, I grew up mean
Nigga, I came up in scenes that these niggas never seen
Everyday I got to

Fight, fight, (ayy), fight (yeah), fight (Mike Will)
Fight (bitch), fight, fight, fight
Fight (Evil Genius, bitch), fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight (bitch)

My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleep
Woke up startin' a fight 'bout a quarter passed three (huh)
"Who is Diane, Gucci who is Monique"
I said "I'm the dope man, everybody know me" (it's Gucci)
Chillin' in the club, in the V.I.Pizzy
Nigga wrist frigid and all the hoes dig it
But there's always one young nigga wanna be brave
Like we won't put his ass on the f*ckin' front page
Put your hands on me, that's a R.I.P
Bullets hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee
Put the drum in the bitch, like a mule, make it kick
She so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch

Fight, fight, fight, fight (huh)
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight

We gon' rumble in this ho
All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho
We gon' rumble in this ho
All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor (uh, uh, uh)
We gon'

Kick a nigga in the head with the hard bottoms
Your homies is dyin', I don't give no f*ck, that's your problem
I'm tryna catch yo' ass when your homies around ya
I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the ho up out ya
Hit your ass with that left right, left right, hit him in the chest right
Knock his ass out out, hope he lived his best life
I be in the set sayin' gang-gang life
I be on a jet, niggas still better think twice
I be on with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right
I be on with the homies on the block, they the killer type
I be with the homies, with the homies, with the homies
With the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah, gorilla type
YG stole that, no, nigga, hold that, f*ck your party, spark me up, throw that
Niggas know the program, the program, the program
Spit in a niggas face, pipe a nigga ho down
Take a nigga chain, take a nigga chain
Take a nigga chain then sell it back to him
Now everybody knew, everybody knew you a ho
Ayy, that's how YG do em'

Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight (and so YG do em')
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fighting like all of my life, know I'm real right and the streets call me "Zilla"
Layin' up, that what you like, heard you been talkin' up under your pillows
I get it poppin' on sight, not just with Mike, get you beat like I'm Mike Will
That drum hangin' under the TEC kill, the drummer like Eearz and Dipset
Give a f*ck about a nigga height, I still put you lil' babies on ice
You can bleed same way that I bleed, get hit with that cutter be sounding like
Pump it up for a nigga then, tell 'em come let the gorillas in
They don't wanna let the gorillas in
It's okay, I been knockin' doors off the hinge
Get the gloves if you 'bout it
In your zone homicide get you watered, know the Scoob get you watered
You can f*ck with me? Seriously doubt it
Your trip got rerouted
Now tell me what the f*ck is your problem?
You gotta be ready, fool, don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement

Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight (don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement)
Fight, fight, fight (hey), fight (hey)
Fight (hey), fight (hey), fight (hey), fight (hey)

(Yes sir) Knuckle up, knuckle up
Nigga got hit with the upper cut
He got a cut on his eye, damn, now he can't see, it done closed up (damn)
Uh, f*ck it (f*ck it), fight (fight)
Get your stripes (stripes, bow, bow, bow)
Hit him, knockin' out your lights (hit him)
Hold out my arm, I knock him out, knock him out, now he laid down in front of me (hold me up)
My mama told me, "Pipe 'em up, pipe 'em up," like she was sittin' in the front seats (mama)
It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him with a one piece (combos)
It be like, I coulda just stole'd you, I rather you one me (one up)
It be like, oh, he hit the canvas, whole crowd a be like (oh)
Oh, you went out the saddest, whole crowd a be like (woo)
I can imagine, view from the ground, it be like (damn)
Wanna rematch it? Hit my phone and be like

Fight (hey), fight (hey), fight (hey), fight (hit 'em)
Fight (hit 'em), fight (hit 'em), fight (hit 'em), fight (hit 'em)
Fight (left), fight (right), fight (left), fight (right)
Fight (hit 'em), fight (hit 'em), fight, fight (shut da f*ck up)

Mama didn't have it (yeah ho), so they cut off the lights (yeah ho)
Now I'm drippin' in ice (yeah ho), and we don't need no lights (yeah ho)
You want that check first, you gotta earn stripes
I've been through hell, feel like I did it twice
I got it bussin' like I got the pipe
Came up from nothin', I'm uppin' the price
I'm from the jungle (Jumanji), where gorillas and apes be (yeah ho)
You don't wanna rumble (yeah ho), these niggas can't take me (yeah ho)
Niggas said that they love me (yeah ho), but they show me they hate me (yeah ho)
It's a cold, cold world, no need for AC (yeah ho)
Nigga, I have my own bag, rich nigga I own that
Nigga, I'm from the projects, got a house where the Combs at
I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that mothaf*cker on flat
I cannot lose like Floyd, when this on the line, it's no match
Tried to take it then you gotta

Fight, fight, fight
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Writer: Michael Len Williams, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Mariel Orr, Radric Davis, Jordan Houston, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Samuel Gloade
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Mike WiLL Made-It - Runnin


Came up out the mud, brush the dirt up off me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness but I'm in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin', runnin', runnin' this shit, both legs broke
Runnin' 'round town, yeah they comin' for my head though
Funny thing about it they don't always see my head though
Schizo, maniac I'm fiendin' to go klepto
So hands-on kinda hard for me to let go
Let go, stacking presidents like a LEGO
Would introduce you to my friends but they dead though
(Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me)

Ayo
Runnin', runnin', runnin', I'ma take it like a klepto
Anybody want it, they can get it, come correct though
Talk behind my back but when they see me it's respect though
Still got the crown, so I never give a F though
Everything is wavy, I'ma hit 'em with the breast stroke
Then I'ma get high, I'ma get the best dope
Yeah, I make the rules, I ain't following the dress code
I-I ain't do the mess though, I'ma put a hex though
I-I ain't with the hugs and kisses, don't do the XO
Soon as the bell go ding, doe
I'll be in the ring though, we can shoot cinco
Look at all these clowns, how they studying my lingo
Peaking out the window, but they never win though

Came up out the mud, brush the dirt up off me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness but I'm in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin', runnin', runnin' this shit, both legs broke
Runnin' 'round town, yeah they comin' for my head though
Funny thing about it they don't always see my head though

I'mma flex, yes, I'm the best, I'm the veteran (yeah)
In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace (woo)
In his head, neck, in his chest he gon' catch a fist (right)
I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless (yeah)
In the ring, ain't no f*cking game, ain't no Tetris
Hit him, bang, I'mma shake his brain, I'm gon' never rest (durr)
Man, I'm air, I'm the f*cking champ, I can't fail at this (woo-woo)
Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (durr)
Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by the clique
Mo' sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (yeah)
Mo' grip when the dough flip, gimme mo' lick
Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil' bitch
Getting fit, I'mma win the chip
Watch them catch a fit
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Asheton Hogan, Darold Durard Brown, Ludwig Goransson, Mike Williams, Nicki Minaj, Rakim Mayers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Mike WiLL Made-It - Midnight

[ Featuring Tessa Thompson, Gunna ]

Closer and closer until we fall (we fall)
The space that we keep is just
Deep fall
But I know it won't be long
Till we touch the sun and it's gone
Bonded, I need a feeling
Bonded, I need it
Closer and closer until we fall back
I want it, I need it
Did you see it?
You know that
You got me gone now
I just lost all control
You got me gone now
I just lost all control
You got me gone now
I just lost all control
You got me gone now
I just lost all control

Midnight, met her at her room at midnight
Midnight, met her at her room at midnight
Coming from the inside
I really wanna spend time
I put her on the next flight
I let her live her best life
You can do what you want to
Do whatever you want to
I know the choices you gon' choose
Once we join forces we won't lose
Roll like a coaster, don't stop, ooh
She walked out your life with some nice shoes
Paid off Rolls-Royce and some ice jewels
I mess up girl I know, you worth gold on your arm
No mysteries on my own, you deserve you a home
And I earned me a throne, from the curb we done grown

I want it, I need it
You see it?
You know that's when I start to lose control
Taking off my clothes, don't you let me go
Don't you let me
That's when I start to lose control
I just lost all control
Taking off my clothes
Don't you let me go (I just lost all)
Don't you let me
Control

Closer and closer until we fall back
I want it, I need it
You see it?
You know that
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Writer: Michael Len Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Tessa Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






Ama Lou - Bless Me (Demo)

Watch out now
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You need to watch out now
Wait a minute, wait a minute

Bless me, hit me up, I've got a date (all right)
Hold here, put you through the wrong way (watch out now)
You signed for it, but you signed the wrong page (all right)
I said "Bless me," hit me up

Tell me now if you're too fragile (all right)
Yeah, leave the keys on the dresser
Did I mention that that is a house that I'm burning down?
So I won't be there to let you out, that completes my message now
And how yeah, can I decipher if I've been found?
I have stood thy only culprit
And you're not glowin' unless you're moonlit, yeah

Left wing, stays a right, the wrong place (all right)
So we need to stay right out the way
Here so maybe be, bet the decision was made (all right)
I said "Bless me," rip me away, I'm on edge

Tell me now if you're too fragile (all right)
Yeah, leave the keys on the dresser
Did I mention that that is a house that I'm burning down?
So I won't be there to let you out, that completes my message now
How yeah, can I decipher if I've been found?
I have stood thy only culprit
And you're not glowin' unless you're moonlit, yeah

I've been waiting, I'm contemplating (come here now, sit down)
All my life, well, that felt amazing (wait a minute now)
I've been waiting, back and forth pacing (welcome y'all)
Overly wasted, I have been patient (welcome to this extravaganza)
I've been waiting, I'm contemplating (come on over here now, come on over here now)
I've been waiting, back and forth pacing (wait a minute )
I've been waiting, that felt amazing
I've been waiting, I have been patient (come here, wait a minute)

Well tell me now your confession, yeah, yeah (ladies and gentlemen, what you are now witnessing)
But leave the keys on the dresser, yeah (is none other than Ama Lou)
Well did I mention? (Well did I mention?)
That that is a house that I'm burning down
So I won't be there to let you out, that completes my message now
And how yeah, can I decipher if I've been found?
I have stood thy only culprit
And you're not glowin' unless you're moonlit, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ama Lou, Mario Lionel Loving, Nesbitt Mayabi Wesonga
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Mike Will Made-It - Ice Cold (Final Round)

[ Featuring Vince Staples ]

[Ludwig Goransson]
How dare you walk from me
I'm where I'll always be
It's all downhill from here

[Vince Staples]
Ice cold, you know? (Ice cold)
I ain't go for broke
No joke, want smoke?
I ain't mad at you dawg
I scrapped before
I'm strapped, compact, I've clapped before
Who want to meet their makers
Who want to meet their saviors
I'm in a big house now
Who never seen their neighbors
Who want to see my greatness
Best believe I'm pay-per-view
Best believe I'm made for few
Boy better shoot, stay dangerous

[Vince Staples]
Who want to meet their makers
Who want to meet their saviors
Who want to see my greatness
Best believe I'm pay-per-view
Best believe I'm made for few
Boy better shoot, stay dangerous
This for the rich and famous
This for the broke and basic
Best stay outta my way
I want it, I take it
I want it, I'm jaded
I want it, I've made it
I'm scoring so you can keep count here
Just don't count me out, yeah
You know?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Ella Mai - Love Me Like That (Champion Love)

Love me like your life depends upon it
Let me know how bad, how bad you want it
Tell me, you can't stay away
Love me with the love that's got no limits
Take it just as good as you can give it
Then give me more than I can take

Don't want just your body
I wanna be the only thing on your mind
When you're not around me, want thoughts about me taking up all your time
I want you in so deep, that you can't keep, can't keep your hands off of me

When I'm gone, say you'll die just a little (a little)
Love me in extremes, not the middle
'Till you're so damn gone, you can't go back
Love me, love me, love me, love me like that
Love me like that

Say you'd hate your life without me in it
Say you'd hate it more with every minute
Say you can't live without me
Let me know how much you love to hold me
Then find a million different ways to show me
Show me, that I'm all that you need

Don't want just your body
I wanna be the only thing on your mind
When you're not around me, want thoughts about me taking up all your time
I want you in so deep, that you can't keep, can't keep your hands off of me

When I'm gone, say you'll die just a little (a little)
Love me in extremes, not the middle
'Till you're so damn gone, you can't go back
Love me, love me, love me, love me like that
Love me like

You never loved nothing before
Then love me even more
Wake up with my name on your lips
'Cause you've never had nothing like this (hey)

When I'm gone, say you'll die just a little (oh, just a little)
Love me in extremes, not the middle (no, not the middle)
'Till you're so damn gone (so damn gone), you can't go back
Love me (love me), love me (love me), love me (love me), love me like that
Love me like that
Love me like that
Love me like that
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Len Williams, Ella Mai
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






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The 2018 American sports drama film Creed II, a sequel to Creed (2015) and the eighth installment in the Rocky franchise, was accompanied by two soundtrack albums. Creed II: The Album, featuring original songs produced by Mike Will Made-It, and Creed II: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, featuring an original score composed by Ludwig Göransson, were both released on November 16, 2018.
Genre(s): Soundtrack, Hip hop, R&B, film score
Released: November 16th, 2018
Year: 2018

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