Lil Baby - The Voice of the Heroes Album Lyrics

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Voice of the Heroes

(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

Missed out on my kids life for a year and I gotta accept it
Certain days, niggas never came to my shows and I felt neglected
Growin' up, seein' my uncle dyin' in his bed, that shit made me reckless
Pourin' up and I ain't never sharin' my meds and I ain't bein' extra
And I paid like two of my niggas bonds before I bought a necklace
I done seen my brother stack his bricks up and it look like Tetris
Have a real shootout up on the e-way, you can't miss your exit
Told the bitch she can't hide the smell of my cologne, she gotta go change her panties
Take care of your family and them kids 'cause I'm too big on family
F*ck them fast cars, before that shawty 'nem was gon' slide in Camrys
I'ma give my lawyer an extra dub because it come in handy
Felt like I'ma vomit off this Perc' 'cause I don't take no

Voice of the hero
I'm the voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
See, I'm the voice, Baby, he the hero
Baby, he the hero
I'm the voice, but Baby, he the hero
But Baby, he the hero

I wasn't even tryna be no idol
I put niggas on, and all of the sudden they feel entitled
Put the barbers on 'em, you only get this kit when you got a title
I'm exhausted, I been workin' shift-to-shift, but I keep fightin'
Not my fault if I don't miss your likeness
And I'm still with Ced still
We the ones, for real, for real
I just got two hundred for a walk through, I'll still drill
High-speed chase in a Dodge Stratus, I can still peel 'em
I be tryna put on a smile for 'em but I don't really feel 'em
I just spent three-fifty on a Richard for the second time
I showed all my niggas in the trenches it's a better life
Never get too big for me to listen, I'll take your advice
I just told Durk, "We rich forever if we play it right"
Just keep on bein' the voice, I'll be the hero
And everything I got is a profit, started with zero
I can never turn my back on my apartment, that's where I come from
And I'm just gettin' started, relax, wait 'til I warm up

I done been to jail too many times, it feel like karma
Everywhere I sleep, I keep my stick, what I need an alarm for?
Police caught me in the cut, I had to walk out with my arms up
Ain't too big to pray last minute, I put my palms up
Yeah, flood my system with these Perkies
Took the bitch to eat out at Thirteen, she was squirtin'
I just cashed out on my bitch, Celine to match her Birkin
All this shit these bitches textin' me, just do it in person
Yeah, I might pop a half an Adderall, I don't like Perkies
Put the phone on DND, I'm somewhere, ain't no service
I just slimed a nigga out today but it was worth it
I switch cars like bitches switch they purses
I slow down on features, I do verses if they worth it now
This shit done got deep and, let's be honest, we can't work it out
Peeped that lately you been actin' funny, wonder what it's 'bout
This shit really in me, hope you never doubt it, on gang

Voice of the hero
I'm the voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
See, I'm the voice, Baby, he the hero
Baby, he the hero
I'm the voice, but Baby, he the hero
But Baby, he the hero

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2040

Yeah
They don't want no beef, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like, yeah, I'ma f*ck with 'em, though
(FOREVEROLLING)
(Flexin' on that)

I'm doin' donuts in my neighborhood, it made me feel good
I swore I would never do that shit again, but still do it
I feel better with no IG but I'm too big of an influence
And live your life, don't try to make someone else have that shit, might ruin it
Yeah, I make money off all type of shit, I got stocks for me and my children
Had to put the wide body on the Lamb' truck, it look sexy, call it "Mrs. Urus"
F*cked up playin' around, now I'm serious
I got two-hundred bands in each ear
I was damn near the man before I started rappin'
These other niggas just cappin'
I can take the top off while the car goin'
Call it, "Gettin' nasty in traffic"
I done reached another bracket, eight figure taxes
I can't touch a bitch if she average
Any location, play, we gettin' at 'em
All this shit come and go, it don't matter
These boys subtweetin', why you ain't @ 'em?
We don't even social beef, we get active
Everybody killin' now 'til somethin' happen
I feel uncomfortable without a ratchet
I might shoot my shot at what you call it
I'm forever ballin', I might eat her pussy good and never call her
I been runnin' from her, I heard you a stalker
We is not the same, lil' nigga
I been drug through the mud, had a girl f*ck the plug
I put numbers on the board, this is not for no awards
I get money, that's enough
If I get him, that's a plus
Handle business is a must
Get hurt feelings when you trust
Came from prison, didn't have nothin'
Ran it up a couple months
Bustdown Patek came from Thug
Boy, you know, that's real love
I ain't never changin' up, yeah

If I like you, you lucky
I'ma change your whole life like it's nothin'
Girl, I know not to stall when you come in
I be busy, I'm not in my comments
I be playin' with that fire like I'm John Wick
Don't be walkin' up on me
I'll be ballin' 'til 2040, I promise, I'm not for the moment
I be killin' that shit when I get there and wake up and kill it again in the morning
I be chillin', but trust me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be laughin' a lot but don't get it confused
In the blink of the eye, I click
Ain't ever gon' switch

Switch for what? I give you everything you want
Bitch, for what? (Let's get it)
I call a bitch right out the blue when I'm off this Perc'
Like, "Get this nut" (bitch, get this nut)
If you play with my name, I'm gettin' you touched
Two-hundred a show, not feelin' enough (feelin' enough)
I like switches, they take fifties
A nigga like me hate fillin' 'em up (ch-chic, boom)
I don't talk much, nigga like me gon' get that cash
I'm gettin' you touched (gettin' you touched)
Molly, Percocet, mask on, no, it's off, don't give no f*ck
I pay rent to lawyers, got the Lamb' truck cash, I can't rent no Goyard
Growers call growers for that weed, just to fill this order (gang)
I know bitches act like they know Baby, so they feel important (let's get it)
I know niggas pay niggas for safety, so they get extorted (pussy)
I got shooters, take off half the city, I just get them Jordans (boom, boom, boom)
Rather send off all these goofies 'round me, just not none of my shorties
My foot on the gas (skrrt), I'm on they ass turnt
My homie just died off a bad Perc'
I'm lucky, you lucky, just ask Smurk
Put an opp inside a 'Wood first
You suck it good, you get a good purse (let's get it)
Twenty-million, I was in the trenches, I just stand on business
I'm the voice, can't give out a bad verse (Durk)

If I like you, you lucky
I'ma change your whole life like it's nothin'
Girl, I know not to stall when you come in
I be busy, I'm not in my comments
I be playin' with that fire like I'm John Wick
Don't be walkin' up on me
I'll be ballin' 'til 2040, I promise, I'm not for the moment
I be killin' that shit when I get there and wake up and kill it again in the morning
I be chillin', but trust me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be laughin' a lot but don't get it confused
In the blink of the eye, I click
Ain't ever gon' switch (ain't ever gon' switch)

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Hats Off

What's happenin', Chi Chi?

[Lil Baby]
Change my name to the kid, that's a baby goat
Keep a Drac' like I started up OVO
You can get a percent, but I want the most
Got a house with a lake, so I bought a boat
'Bout to switch up a play, that's an audible
State-to-state, private jet with some model hoes
Had to run up more dollars than followers
Me and bae take the week off in Cabo
Life's a gamble, I'm playin' the lotto
I'm bettin' it all 'cause I know that I got 'em
'Member me? I was drivin' Impalas
We don't beef, if it's problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 rеvolver I bought for my partna
He died in a argumеnt
They was hatin', that's why I'm way farther than 'em
'Member askin' my mom where my father been at
Ain't no talkin', that fire what I'm tryna get at
Niggas cuffin' these hoes that the crew done been had
Get them racks out the bank, put it right in the bag
Say he wouldn't do that, but he would if he can
Hop out marchin' with drums like we play in the band
I come straight out the mud, I ain't been in no sand
Twenty-hour flight, had popped me a Xan
I got horny, almost f*cked on a fan
I had thinked about it, I can't end up on Shade Room
Everything that I hit, I done paid for
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my neighbors

I wear my chain proud, it's a trophy
I'm with the same crowd, these the brodies
I don't got the same mind, you don't know me
You don't gotta do it loud, keep it low-key
I'm tryna be here for mine, I can't hold you
The Forgiatos twenty-four, this for Kobe
I shouldn't have to say, you know that you owe me
You ain't gotta search, you know that it's on me

Hats off if you keepin' it real
It's so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say
I'm the hero, I come through, save the day
Hats off if you keepin' it real
It's so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say
I'm the hero, I come through, save the day

[Lil Durk]
Bitch, I'm a D-boy, do it for T.Roy
I'm on you forever, that's just word to V.Roy
I'm with the killas forever, the trenches is in me
The Grammys can't change me for nothin'
I like the bitches who let me just offer them cash
You never gon' ask me for nothin'
Never gon' switch
Only time I ever switch is a Glock with a motherf*ckin' button
Rappers be runnin' back, tellin' them bitches we hittin'
That's why we don't be tellin' them nothin'
4TF, Only the Family
But Four Pockets Full, but we keep it a hundred
That shit solid, I done took losses
I done turned robbers to killers and bosses
I been that nigga from way, way back
Way before Uzi was droppin' the cross
We just a family, we never recruitin'
Clique full of killas, we choosin' to shoot 'em
Someone tell Kanye and Kim to just stick to the script
And just tell 'em to free Larry Hoover
Me, I'm the voice, Baby, the hero
Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah
Been in it a minute, it's crazy I'm winnin'
It only feel like I've been rappin' a year
Let a nigga play with me, I'm ready
My bitch gettin' rich off cosmetics
Life off, they done freed my daddy
Lights off, I couldn't see my baby
2010, I had a gun in my Pelle
2011, I was fightin' my celly
2012, I signed my deal in Cali
2021, I'm big as Khaled, oh-woah

[Lil Baby]
I wear my chain proud, it's a trophy
I'm with the same crowd, these the brodies
I don't got the same mind, you don't know me
You don't gotta do it loud, keep it low-key
I'm tryna be here for mine, I can't hold you
The Forgiatos twenty-four, this for Kobe
I shouldn't have to say, you know that you owe me
You ain't gotta search, you know that it's on me

Hats off if you keepin' it real
It's so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say
I'm the hero, I come through, save the day
Hats off if you keepin' it real
It's so easy to fall victim to fake
Durk the voice 'cause he know just what to say
I'm the hero, I come through, save the day

[Travis Scott]
(Yeah) After this drop, then it's only the label
You see the crosses surroundin' the table
But never crosses, we flip ya, alfredo
Bro, do it silent without a potato
I took the logic and built out a payroll
All the whips chocolate, I built it like Legos (Let's go)
I leave him deceased (Yeah)
Only way that they ever find peace (Yeah)
In that case, then I might need a priest (Yeah)
In the streets, gotta keep the belief
Not a wave, gotta keep you a sea (Sea)
Look for me, gotta keep you a fee (Fee)
Made a hundred and put it on gold (It's lit)
Took the steppas and put 'em on roll (Straight up)
It's a lotta them ridin' and glidin' and slidin' that's ready to snatch up your soul (Yeah)
I was eighteen still when I got my deal, then Dre had to go up the road (Up the road)
Now he back outside and see lil' bro, he got believers
R.I.P. Big Tone, I know you see us
Sorry, gotta f*ck on the low, I can't make Cheaters
Dawg, we got it bussin' out the bleachers (Yeah)
It's jumpin' like wall to wall

[Travis Scott & Lil Durk]
(Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah)
(The truth, see, see)

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Who I Want

(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (who I want), yeah (who I want)
Yeah (who I want), yeah (who I want)
Yeah (who I want)

She tryna f*ck me while I'm fastin', she can't come around no more
Walked in the house, my pants unfasten and she swallows, what a ho
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
I can't split rent with my lil' bitch, that's some shit you would do to a ho
I even told you hoes I hit, some shit I was 'posed to kept on the low
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)

I'll make a scene for you
When you sleepin' with me, then your dreams come true
Ain't no limitations the things we do
We just kickin' it now, she'll be lovin' me soon
I be straight to the point, ain't no cut on a movie
F*ckin' her good all over the room
Make her nut, she'll lay there, she don't even move
I gotta go, but I'm comin' back soon
Don't tell our business, you know that's the rules
It feel good to tell someone to Google you
I tell him, "Chill," 'cause I know what they'll do to you
I run Atlanta, gettin' paid like I'm Julio
We made a way from the streets to the studio
Anyone feelin' me, that's who I do it for
You can't just pop out and say you the hero
You gotta put on a cape and save the day
Shawty my type, she ain't got no stomach
Look her dead in her face when I'm cummin'
Send a video, and tell me she want it
Just the other day, I gave her some money
Plead the fifth, I ain't makin' no comment
If it happened to them niggas, we done it
Too much shit to step 'bout, I can't be runnin'
Boy, don't make me fly your bitch out the country

She tryna f*ck me while I'm fastin', she can't come around no more
Walked in the house, my pants unfasten and she swallows, what a ho
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
I can't split rent with my lil' bitch, that's some shit you would do to a ho
I even told you hoes I hit, some shit I was 'posed to kept on the low
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)

Never lied to me when I asked you somethin'
No matter what, you just be real with me
A lot of shit come with a nigga like me
I just hope that you learn how to deal with me
I only be out with a couple of niggas
Now shit bound to happen whenever we deep
I run with some hitters that run from a camera
They won't even take a picture with me
The teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up
I stood up and told her, "Big Meech"
My mama ain't have much, and I wasn't good at no sports so you know I had fell to the streets
And I ain't no Chef Boyardee but I get me a lil' bit of food, I'ma make sure we eat
And that shit be crazy how we used to swap our spit with each other, we don't even speak
Come with me, we'll be gone for months
My lil' shorty, show her how to roll blunts
Hit Rodeo, let her get what she like
Drop a bag on it, she get excited
Tryna steal her heart, I'm on a heist
I only trust her 'long as she in my sight
One thing she know, we in this shit for life

She tryna f*ck me while I'm fastin', she can't come around no more
Walked in the house, my pants unfasten and she swallows, what a ho
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
I can't split rent with my lil' bitch, that's some shit you would do to a ho
I even told you hoes I hit, some shit I was 'posed to kept on the low
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)
But it's you who I want (but it's you who I want)

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Still

(KJ, what you got goin' on man?)
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Back of the Phantom to get me some head
Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (yeah, woo)
(Young Nick Papz, make it slap)

Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten offenders (what?)
I was in the trap house chillin' with the Mac out
Gang-gang, me and my members (gang-gang)
Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here
Just glicks 'round here with extenders (big boy)
Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit sensitive (yeah)
I had the check, fell in love with it
I got the neck for the hell of it
Money, respect, get a Cullinan
Come down a lil' block like a elephant
I got the lil' Glock with the drum in it (yeah)
We the ones, they the ones crackin'
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket
They say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah, ooh (brrt)
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you get in it backwards
Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper
Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God
And he tell you get in the casket (nigga, get over there)
Stack up the M's and spend all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah

Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? We spinnin' for sure
Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts
They put up for show, we spin in the cribs and traps fasho, we spinnin' his shows
And we took L's fasho, but in Chicago, they know we winnin' fasho
You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for (boom), them niggas be talk
That nigga was f*cked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us or who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars
Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to f*ck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs
Glock with a switch, two of those when I ride through the city (when we ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (but he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it)
Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly
(And you know we slide to Philly)
(Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly)
(Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly)

(Yeah, Baby)
Anythin' close to a dub
And a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he down to get caught
Long as I send him the items, consider it bought
I call the shots, I'm the boss
I'm ridin' with a semi
Two of them, I can't die in my city
Do a shootin', it ain't gotta be pretty
Catch him out, and we handle the business
I ain't gettin' in no nigga business
Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
F*ck her good, make her nigga not turn her on
They got brodie on camera, he comin' home
Run it up from a scale to a microphone
Treat Dior like a muhf*ckin' Nike store
And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?
Any time we have smoke, it just pipe me up
Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck
Get whatever you want when I'm tryna f*ck
And we chillin', nobody can't f*ck with us
Put the four in the P with the f*ckin' M
I should never bring the pain on my f*ckin' self
Really need it if I ever ask for help
I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death
I made all them hoes who ain't never left
I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude
I was broke, I woke up with an attitude
Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you
I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes

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Man of My Word

You don't know what it took
(IRoccOnTheBeat)
You f*cked Boona and Wuk
(Nile, I hear you)
(You made this shit, Pharaoh)

How she actin' funny, I bought her her titties?
Niggas she be f*ckin' ain't none of my business
Uppin' my pole, that's a part of my fitness
Don't matter where I'm at, bitch, I'm known for the trenches
We the first niggas put drums in the city
We robbed the niggas, put drugs in the city
F*ck where you from 'cause I know that you with it
Check on his ass, I'ma handle my business
Trust you with nothin', f*ck you more than once
And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us
If you talkin' 'bout murders then I'm hangin' up
Run up on 'em, baow, ain't no one-on-one
I got the money, so who I'm runnin' from?
I got a lawyer that cost a honey bun
Before I buy pussy, I buy a hundred guns
Judge told me nigga died with my gun
Twenty ten briefs sayin' Ralph Lauren
Died close, feel like he died in my arms
Reinstated, they denied my bond
A nigga play with Smurk, you're not that smart
Sucked it twice, and I'm still not hard
Niggas cry out loud when they gettin' shot
That nigga worried, don't stand on my block
F*ck what you heard, I'm the man of my block

Stop playin', bitch, I'm Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon' catch him first

Yeah, we run the game, now them boys gotta sit out
After I hit, tell her man, make her get out
Hundred mill' comin', I still ain't gon' chill out
I'm really that, I'ma show 'em how I get down
Hard on a bitch, man, I shoulda been pimpin'
Hard in these streets, the majority with me
He can't be serious, you gotta be kiddin' me
I'm really laughin', these lil' niggas temptin' me
I get offended when niggas say, "Tap in"
I buy the bro'nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth
I watched JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don't know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain't never gon' change, I know that's real
This one outta here, straight to the backfield
I sleep good every night, now I'm happy
"How you go where you go?" I'm a trapper for real
"How you know what you know?" I adapted for real
We too rich with the feds, we put shit in the mail
My lifestyle expensive, this shit high as hell
Lil' bro tryna score, so I gave him a lay up
I gotta go somewhere, no, I can't lay up
Bitch, stop playin', you better not tell

Stop playin', bitch, I'm Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon' catch him first

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Still Runnin

[Meek Mill]
(KJ, what you got goin' on man? Let's go, let's go, yeah)
Back of the Phantom to get me some head
Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (Yeah, woo)
(Young Nick Papz, make it slap)

Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten up offenders
I was in the trap house, chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members (Gang gang)
Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)
Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit sensitive
I got the check, fell in love with it
I got the neck, for the hell of it
Money, respect, get a Cullinan
Come to the lil' block like an elephant
I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it
We the ones, they the ones cracking
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strapping, yeah, ooh
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you gettin' in backwards
Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper
Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God, and he tell you, "Get in the casket" (Nigga, get over there)
Stack the M's and spin all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah

[Lil Durk]
Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? (Gang) We spinnin' fo' sho'
Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts (Gang)
They put up for shows, we spinnin' the cribs and traps fo' sho', we spinnin' his shows
And we took L's fo' sho', but in Chicago, they know we winnin' fo' sho'
You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D-(Boom), them niggas be tucked
That nigga was f*cked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us, and who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars
Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to f*ck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs
Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (We ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (But he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (Let's get it)
Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly
(You know we slide to Philly)
(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)
(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)

[Lil Baby]
(Yeah, Baby)
Anything close to a dub, and a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he damn near get caught
Long as I send him the items, consider it bought
I call the shots, I'm the boss
I'm ridin' with the semi
Two of them, I can't die in my city
Do a shooting, it ain't gotta be pretty
Catch him out, and we handle the business
I ain't gettin' in no nigga business
Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still
F*ck her good, make her nigga not turn her on
They got brodie on camera, he comin' home
Run it up from a scale to a microphone
Treat Dior like a muhf*ckin' Nike store
And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up?
Any time we have smoke, it's just pipe me up
Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck
Get whatever you want when I'm tryna f*ck
And we tellin' nobody, can't f*ck with us
Put the four in the P with the f*ckin' F
I should never bring the pain on my f*ckin' self
Really need it if I ever ask for help
I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death
I made all them hoes drink, never left
I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude
I was broke, I woke up with an attitude
Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you
I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes

---

Medical

(We got London on Da Track)

How you steady screamin' out child support? You don't even support your own child
You don't support none of your niggas locked in them cages, waitin' for trial
I was always one of them niggas who the whole hood pray make it out
Don't shoot the innocent bystanders, you gon' slide, then make it count
Goin' around this bitch like you real with it, whole time, you a clown
F*ck you, if you ain't OTF or 4PF, I think out loud
I can't trust you if you run off with some clothes, I can just imagine pounds
Chicago hoes act like they love you, but rob you or just put you down
Friends or not, you touch one of my chains, them niggas gon' put you down
I'm savin' style, bulletproof Trackhawk cost me a hunnid-eighty thou'
My main homie, talked shit behind my back, but I was so in denial
You changed on me, same niggas with me, the same ones at my trial

All these drugs, I want medical
So high, I'm on cloud 9, I need a parachute
He think I sold his ass some mud, I sold him Theraflu
Take prescription, I need love, that's what I'm tellin' you
Medical, I need medical
I need medical, I need medical, I need medical
I need medical, I need medical, I need medical

Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
I came up kinda hard, I hope I don't come off crazy
I read between the lines, you really bein' shady
Militant minded, whole lotta ARs, we like the Navy
Run around town with Lil Keed in a 300 black out
I put the guys on pause, that's the only reason they back out
I signed up for the streets, not UFC, I ain't gon' tap out
They gave big bro a mandatory ten, he 'bout to max out
When he take a pic, his racks out, he go in the house, his strap out
He done really worked his ass off, he been at it his whole life
He don't have a book if he start writin', he don't care about excitement
He been tryin' to take his time, he done finally got it right
He's important and he think he needs drugs to keep goin'
He loves her, he loves her not, he don't be knowin'
He stay gettin' a lot of guap, he don't be showin'
He stay with a f*ckin' Glock, he don't trust no one

All these drugs, I want medical
So high, I'm on cloud 9, I need a parachute
He think I sold his ass some mud, I sold him Theraflu
Take prescription, I need love, that's what I'm tellin' you
Medical, I need medical
I need medical, I need medical, I need medical
I need medical, I need medical, I need medical

All these drugs, I want medical
(All these drugs, I want medical)
So high, I'm on cloud 9, I need a parachute
He think I sold his ass some mud, I sold him Theraflu
(He think I sold his ass some mud, I sold him Theraflu)
Take prescription, I need love, that's what I'm tellin' you
I need medical, I need medical
(I need medical, I need medical)

---

How It Feels

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Section 8 just straight cooked that muhf*cker up)

I just put a Mansory kit on top of a Lamb' truck
I know how it feels to stay down and run you some bands up
Hundred grand on me, it's hard holdin' my pants up
TRX the Hellcat motor inside a RAM truck
Real ones like me hard to come by, it's only a handful
Ain't no money in the world that make me give my mans up

I know how it feel to think everybody against you
I know how it feel to watch bullets go through a windshield
I know how it feel when you try your best to be real
I know how it feel when you think no one understands you
I know how it feel when the one you love gettin' ran through
I know how it feel, I done really cut off my mans too
I know how it feel when you broke, and them bills past due
Oh, you thought this shit was a joke? We on your ass too

I can't give my energy to anybody
I'm a billionaire in the makin', I promise I'ma get one
Lil' bitch tryna chase me, had to stiff-arm her
Only had a couple dollars, I was still gettin' fresh
I ain't tryna say I'm cocky, but I feel I'm the best
Every time, I want the maximum, ain't takin' nothin' less
I been back-to-back jets, but I still fly Delta
Thick lil' shit, but she can fit in my schedule
Yeah, always on the go, but I make time for that ass
Know I got a lot, but I'm on the grind, tryna get mad rich
I know I be calm, but I am nowhere near average
A hundred million dollars cold cash gettin' buried
Lookin' at the man I'm becomin', it's gettin' scary
All these bitches f*ckin' whoever, who gettin' married?
I ain't tryna go back to nothin', I'm tryna have shit
I be quick to pick up that blicky, I got a bad wrist

I know how it feel to think everybody against you
I know how it feel to watch bullets go through a windshield
I know how it feel when you try your best to be real
I know how it feel when you think no one understands you
I know how it feel when the one you love gettin' ran through
I know how it feel, I done really cut off my mans too
I know how it feel when you broke, and them bills past due
Oh, you thought this shit was a joke? We on your ass too (Smurk)

I know how it feel to have the killers tell you everything (yeah, yeah)
I know how it feel to wake up cut up from them bed springs (yeah, yeah)
I know how it feel not to eat, it give you head pain (yeah, yeah)
I know how it feel to talk to granny and forget everything (yeah, yeah)
I just sat in jail with a bond, couldn't bond out
I know how it feel to dodge scooters, smoke the garage out
I know how it feel, the bitch you love f*ckin' bums now
Rushin' while you cheatin', usin' water to get the cum out (yeah, yeah)
I know how it feel to lose your brother to the trenches (trenches)
I know how it feel to get burnt 'bout some bitches ('bout some bitches)
Lyin' on some murders, actin' turnt like he did it
Slidin' in the Demon, but lowkey he a Christian (skrrt)
I know how it feel to give my mama a house
I know how it feel to pour a four right by Obama house
Try to buy O'Block 'cause Von want it, but he gone now (gone now)
I know how it feel when you broke, now I'm on now, on now (yeah)

I know how it feel to think everybody against you (yeah)
I know how it feel to watch bullets go through a windshield (yeah)
I know how it feel when you try your best to be real (yeah)
I know how it feel when you think no one understands you (yeah)
I know how it feel when the one you love gettin' ran through (yeah)
I know how it feel, I done really cut off my mans too (yeah)
I know how it feel when you broke, and them bills past due (yeah)
Oh, you thought this shit was a joke? We on your ass too

---

Lying

Yeah, Smurk
I ain't gon' lie, this shit be
I be on that shmurda shit, that shit over with
Like that, no auto
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) gang
Man, what?

Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang)
I be cooled up and to-, f*ck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzys, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts)
If you snitch, yo' ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang

You got your gun, and you be postin' on the 'Gram? (Yeah)
I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell
In these streets, you really gotta watch them niggas, that shit real
I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble (Zelle), these niggas losin' (gang)
We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? That shit the truth
I ain't gon' speak on other cities, but Chiraq, that shit a zoo
Pop a pill and ride around with your killers, that's the move
2015 killers talk 'bout who they killed, that shit be new
Put your mask on (that's facts)
This that striker shit, for sure
Put some tags on (go do it)
If your ass got a bag, put your guys on (put your guys on)
Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do, he got lied on (that's true, yeah)
Roll your blunt up (yeah)
Ain't no gas inside that steamer, get 'em for stuntin' us (stuntin' us)
We pop outside with two 30s, look like num-chuks (two 30s, two 30s)
Just to get inside our party give your guns up (yeah)
You a dumb f*ck (man, what?)

Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang)
I be cooled up and to-, f*ck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzys, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts)
If you snitch, yo' ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang

I never f*ck with nan one of y'all, don't put that on my name
You ain't lit, you did a little fraud and went and bought a chain
I'ma stick out like a sore thumb, ain't none of us the same
I came up inside a dog house, my mom gave me the game
I boss everyone up around me, how the f*ck y'all gon' complain?
Know my opps never gon' catch me, I ride in bulletproof Range
I'm a real big dawg, go on Sparks Street, my apartments go crazy
It's just somethin' 'bout that chopstick when that fryin' pan get shady
I was just dead broke, seem like yesterday, now I'm thankin' God that I made it
F*ck all these fake pages and these clout chasers, don't none of y'all know Baby
I'm bein' calm now, when that time come, I swear I'm playin' straight crazy
I'm at the top spot, they gotta pay me, y'all lil' niggas move out my way

Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang)
I be cooled up and to-, f*ck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switches on them glizzys, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts)
If you snitch, yo' ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang

---

Okay

(Danny)
Why the f*ck they put my business on the blogs?
Sisters know they never gotta get a job
Brodie said he rather spin shit and rob
Damn dawg, he ain't playin' dawg
That's your plan dawg?
This your man dawg, f*ck both of them, I want 'em all gone

Shit been gettin' shaky, I'm stayin' where I'm safe at
Couple spots, I don't know where I stay at
Why would you play and you know we don't play that?
Flippin' words when you know I ain't say that
I been good, so I'm guessin' it's payback
Smokin' 'Woods in the back of the Maybach
I'm the hero, so they gotta face that
Hit Dior, where the f*ck is my cape at?
I'm on a other one, bought another cup, then another one
Bank account like I just won a settlement
Sippin Wock', I'm addicted to medicine
Pockets on elephant, large
I get two pretty women to come kick it with me at the penthouse, we have a ménage
I go in any nigga city, bunch of killers with me everybody got a rod
Swear I'll nod off 'fore I fall off, this that drank talk, oh yeah
Fifteen foreign cars when I pop out, I run ATL
When I get older, I might have back problems, these Cuban links big as hell
I done f*cked M's up with these lawyers tryna get my niggas outta jail
Five hundred racks for a bond, do whatever for brodie, we came up from cars that was stolen
Before it drop I'ma have it, on top of this fashion, I'm stayin' in touch with the owners
You stab me right in my back when you could've just asked what happened, when you be disloyal
We sharin' all of this shit, from the money, the cars, to the hoes, it don't matter the order
One of my niggas got out and another one in, so I'm gettin' sick and tired of that order
I see you drownin', I'm comin' to help you, I'm riskin' it all, I'ma die in that water
I'm rich as f*ck, I can do what I wanna came over sober, she left here a stoner
She know she fell asleep inside the condo but I f*ck her like I'm fresh up off the corner

I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways
Poppin' half a half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now? Okay
Tell him don't play with you, okay
I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too
I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I'll show and prove
I'm the one and not the two, yeah
Lot of money on you now, yeah
Shit together, gotta count, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah
Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah
You can't sit and wait around, yeah
Gotta get up and get out, yeah
You gotta get this shit now, yeah

I got a Cullinan 'cause I just wanted one
I run up a check and look out for my brother son
I asked did he trick and that nigga was stutterin'
I knew him for years and he don't know my government
You can't come around if you keep on recordin' me
I'm trappin', you trappin', that shit be a tournament
Voice of the trenches, and I can be a journalist
I pour up a cup with the niggas who murderin'
But I ain't gon' hold you, nigga had told what I told
Niggas be usin' emotions, sayin' I'm bogus
I was just down on my back, I couldn't send cash, I wrote you
My brother did ten, got out of jail, I'm glow
I take care of my block how I'm 'posed to
I'm done f*ckin' hoes who local
Pop me a ten and ain't feel it
I gotta go boot up them doses
Asked can I leave them streets alone?
Bro went to jail, and I got him a phone
Just 'cause he think 'cause he lost his motion
My brother think he ain't comin' home
Fentanyl and felonies, gettin' you gone
I switch on a nickel, I feel like a stone
The niggas who died, I'll never respond
I'm slappin' the bitches who don't listen to Von

I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways
Poppin' half a half, I'm up for a day
Oh, you gettin' money now? Okay
Tell him don't play with you, okay
I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too
I do everything that I can do
Make it happen, don't make an excuse
I'll show and prove
I'm the one and not the two, yeah
Lot of money on your now, yeah
Shit together, gotta count, yeah
Glad you took a different route, yeah
Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah
Glad you really made it out, yeah
You can't sit and wait around, yeah
Gotta get up and get out, yeah
You gotta get this shit now, yeah

---

That's Facts

(Wheezy outta here)

She send a sad emoji when I f*ck and leave, she say I treat her like a slut
Bae, I can't come to your condo, can't fit in no parking garage in this big ass truck
If it was once then it might've been luck, if I did it two times then it stand for somethin'
All my niggas say I'm f*ckin' the game up with all of these bitches, I'm playin' too much
I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin'
If I ain't popped the seal, I ain't sippin'
I paint my Wagon blue, I'm still Crippin'
Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful
Give her the world, and she gon' still come to me
Oh, you ain't heard? I'm unf*ckinwitable
Boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up
Three mill' a year what my artists make minimum
Look at me, I done built me a business up
Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billi' up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
It's like ten of us with a Richard Mille
We be turning shit up, you should f*ck with us
You can't name a young crew that can f*ck with us
Any category we'll f*ck 'em up
From the cars, the jewels, the titles, the deeds, the streets, the beef
Whatever, they know it's us
I'm 4 Pockets, I pop out with OTF
We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there
I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better
I lost my coat, and I had to wear two sweaters
I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fool
I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school
Been a lil' player, knew I was gon' be the one, I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem when in fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin'
We follow all of the opps on our Finsta
Soon as they post a location, we flip 'em
My niggas takers, I ain't talkin' pictures
They be on bullshit, I can't take 'em with me
Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutter
Sat in prison a couple of years
I got my shit together, some investment partners
Now I own me a couple of million

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it

I done f*ck too many bitches
I only gave one of 'em money, she might want a belly or somethin'
A real one, I still gave her hips even though she was f*ckin' on Gunna
I done gave lawyers to niggas who really be dissin'
But f*ck it, them niggas gon' tell if it's f*ck 'em
And it's some bitches I'm hittin', I'm thinkin' I'm lit, but in reality I can't duck 'em
Check my net worth, hundred-fifty cash on the pay worth, Google better change my net worth
I paid three-million cash for all the cars I got, pink slip come through the mail though
I done spent money in all the stores, I need to call Dior
I been 300 before he was claimin' 300, I could've signed Lyor
Rappers slick, tryna pull up to my sessions, they tryna find they whores
Bronem takin' every Glock they see, what is we buyin' them for?
He say he be hangin' with murderers, I'm with the murderers, so niggas is not who you think
Niggas be plottin' and takin' off shit that you rockin' as soon as you niggas can blink
(You not from the mud) if you ain't wash up in the sink
(You not from the mud) if you ain't grow up with a link
It's Only The Family, f*ck what you believe, shit, free Lil Steve
I heard niggas say I couldn't come on my block, shit, this shit on my sleeve
I f*ck one bitch everybody wanna f*ck, had that ho on her knees
I f*ck with all the gangsters, and we locked in with the T's

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it

---

Please

(Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)

Tryna make a change
Tryna make a dollar when I only had some change
Sittin' inside a one man cell, I tightened up my brain
I can't f*ck with all of y'all, I'm tightenin' up my game
Come too far for me to complain
No one came as hard as I done came, fasho
I could've kept goin', but I made a lane for bro
That's what you 'posed to do
If any nigga overstep they boundaries, you supposed to shoot
And it's enough money in it for all of us, I'll post your music
I know that this shit is a façade, I ain't gon' let 'em fool me
I can't put my trust inside no broad, I ain't gon' let 'em use me
I done put her heart inside my pocket, I ain't gon' never lose it
I done had to stand in front of the judge, and tell him I'm not losin'
Damn, go to sleep, we f*ckin', wake up, then we fussin'
Baby, we can't force it, love will run its course
I'll make you call my name until you lose your voice
Me and money married, we f*ck off as a couple
Takin' uppers 'cause I don't like to be down too much
But I sip syrup, and I don't play around too much
Take my word, you can't just be down with us, we put in work
Half a ticket on a Phantom just to ride around Atlanta
My lil' boys gon' make the Forbes List, dress my mom up for these award shows
I'm just happy it ain't court dates, I ride 'Raris, I don't horseplay
I'm a grown ass man, gotta have a blicky when I land
You keepin' your business clean, everyone tryna endorse you
I will never stick my dick in no one I pay child support to
I've been tryna build a fortune, got millions for my niece and nephew
I've been playin' the trampoline, whoever fallin', I'ma catch you
If you wanna play that shit so sour, you know I would've helped you
How the f*ck you leavin' without me? It ain't no goin' in
My lil' nigga told me it was free, but I still gave him ten
We do what we want, it ain't no askin'

Take your Rollie off when you slidin', they say time will tell
You gon' die or get you some money, or you go to jail
All these choppers will turn the city to a livin' Hell
It was crowded on the elevator, I took the stairs
Lost some people on the way up, but I don't even care
I can't keep you, but for the night, I want to please your body
I want to please your body, I

If it ain't no Wock' then I drink Tris
Can't no promoter book my bitch
Can't name a nigga from Chicago ever said they took my shit
I can't post up like a killer knowin' them niggas killed my twin
We gon' spin 'til we get dizzy, we gon' spin 'til we see him
Child support did me wrong, tried to get me out a M
Only time I hear from them when I post money on my 'Gram
When to Herman, I need a big kit on my Lamb'
She a Ifa, so she keepin' on her beads when she prayin'
My lawyers dogs, when I call, they get richer by the case
I got niggas f*ck with dogfood and get richer by the day
I know watches, your shit fake, I could tell a Richard by its face
Real nigga, when I'm around y'all, I be feelin' out of place
The industry ain't let me in, the judge ain't let me travel then
Ain't no solid Percs, I might go take one of them capsules in
And I know some hoes that run they mouth, that's why I don't never see 'em
All my diamonds GIA, certified gems
No cap, got a top tier bitch, she my side bitch
Bitches from the trenches claim they kids on they taxes
How you dressin' better than your kids? You need your ass kicked
I laughed, he wasn't matchin', now he matchin' with his casket

Take your Rollie off when you slidin', they say time will tell
You gon' die or get you some money, or you go to jail
All these choppers will turn the city to a livin' Hell
It was crowded on the elevator, I took the stairs
Lost some people on the way up, but I don't even care
I can't keep you, but for the night, I want to please your body
I want to please your body, I

---

Up the Side

[Young Thug]
Wheezy outta here
Voice of the Heroes of the Streets
Young Spider checkin' in, ah

Big faces, little faces, mix it up
Everywhere you see me, I got the semi tucked
Gave her a rack the first day, now she look like a prostitute
I got a really bad, bad, bad bitch tyin' my shoes (Yeah), huh
I put it up the first five years so how the f*ck can I really lose?
I learned to wipe my face with these dollar bills and all of 'em blue (Woah)
I was dyin' those with the really expensive crevices (Ha)
Gettin' millions, who the f*ck better than?
And I'm ill like a reverend (Yah)
Wearin' ho all over her back and swappin' teams like a letterman
I'm celibate (Ayy), no settlement (Ayy), I'm fly as hell, I'm pelican
When you die, it's irrelevant (Oh), I live in every sense (Oh)
I got the settlement (Oh-oh), I went from shuttle to the medal to the Rolls truck
I got the Smith & Wess' in Cali' and I showed up
Guess I never growed up (Ye-ye)

Half a million on me right now
Hundred thousand on me, count it right now
Know you run up, you get gunned down
Shit get sweet, the label doin' anything now
Half a band, purple Benzo
And I'm gone, it's a wrap
Breakin' out 'cause you scared to run your bags
Coach had told me, "Run it up the side"
So let's run it up the side (Side)

[Lil Durk]
Street nigga with elite status (Yeah), I done popped me a pink Addy (Yeah)
Young nigga make killin' a fetish (Yeah)
I know a scammer who'll leak your addy (Let's get it)
I'm lowkey so I ain't sleepin' in the tele' (Let's get it)
Wockesha done blew up my belly (Drank)
I'm a street nigga, stay outta my business
My bitch gon' stunt with a careless (Yeah)
They say I lost my mind when I'm off these drugs, I go to sleep (When I go to sleep)
I was f*cked up when my dawg had caught a bond, I couldn't reach (Couldn't raeach)
Gotta watch out for the ones you call your dawgs, 'cause he a leech (Facts)
I done f*cked up my whole profit, made it back in one week
I scream, "Free Nine," like nine times, I'ma always carry my nine
They shot my cousin in from the blind side, they didn't even look him in his eye
You got a gun and you ain't slide, I swear that shit gon' kill my vibe
I keep braggin' about the other side 'cause them niggas keep dyin'
(Oh, no, no, no, no, no)
I'm the Voice of the Hero
(Yeah, I know Thug the coach, let's get it)

[Young Thug & Lil Baby]
Half a million on me right now
Hundred thousand on me, count it right now
Know you run up, you get gunned down
Shit get sweet, the label doin' anything now
Half a band, purple Benzo
And I'm gone, it's a wrap
Breakin' out 'cause you scared to run your bags
Coach had told me, "Run it up the side"
So let's run it up the side (Up the side)

[Lil Baby]
Run it up for miles (Miles)
I don't get no help in stores, I'm really havin' style
Knew I was gon' be the man one day when I was a child
Used to try to serve everyone, I'm pipin' up the crowd now
Steady goin', they know I'm the one, they gotta bow down
I'm from the city, she call me country, she like the way I sound
It's a lotta people lookin' up to me, and I ain't gon' let 'em down
Lil' bro nem can get whatever from me, I had 'em sellin' pounds
It's crazy now, I'm real big on privacy, I come from public housing
Just work with me, I need a little time, I'm tryna fix up my life
That shit was real good, I can't lie, but I had to sacrifice
I'm focused now, and the shit that don't matter won't even cross my mind
A lot of shit is startin' to look different, I opened up my eyes
And I done changed my life from just watchin', I owe a lot to slime
I twist all my problems in the wood and I get real high
Some folks just don't get it, you can't make 'em, I was still tryin'
I had to realize

[Young Thug, Lil Baby, & Both]
Half a million on me right now (Right now)
Hundred thousand on me, count it right now
Know you run up, you get gunned down
Shit get sweet, the label doin' anything now
Half a band, purple Benzo
And I'm gone, it's a wrap
Breakin' out 'cause you scared to run your bags
Coach had told me, "Run it up the side"
So let's run it up the side

---

If You Want Too

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
The Voice
(Section 8 just straight cooked that muhf*cker up)
The Hero
Ain't nobody bigger than this here
That shit be script
Ayy, Baby, I told you, bruh, do you hear me?
Doin' four hundred first week, nigga

We beat the odds, got it poppin', this shit ain't usual
When everybody want somethin', feel like they usin' you
I wanna turn up some more, but for what? I keep it cool
I'm startin' to feel like a god, I'm like, "What would Jesus do?"
You got a piece of me forever, I can't never leave you
Can't go back and forth with no one, I know what that lead to
Told me you wanted some space for shit, I wanna breathe too
I can't go back to my neighborhood no more, I breeze through

I had to sleep with my gun when I was booked, I wanted to sleep with my son
Parole board had a grip on my bond, I couldn't dip
She was broke, but the hood knew her well, she couldn't strip
Plus ain't no type of scam in this world she couldn't flip
Ain't no type of lean in this world I couldn't sip
I beef with my cousin, we catch him, it's f*ck him
He f*ck with the other side, he gettin' killed
He f*ck with the other side, he gettin' killed
I'ma speak for everybody who ain't gotta wait, get 'em
And if I say a number, and you ain't got a way, cashier
I done got bigger and richer than last year
I don't f*ck with too many niggas from last year
Bond him out for fifty thousand cash, I use a cashier
And I wasn't, said he got the time, I got mad tears
Whatever go up must come down, Ferris wheel
He ain't buy 'em guns, but he'd rather buy Chanel heels

You can be the voice if you want to
You can be the hero if you want to
You can have millions if you want to
And you can do what you want to
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up to
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up to
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up to

Police get behind me, then I better not stop
Binary trigger on the AR, not stock
We don't ever post, but we be makin' TikToks
Why you don't be in the hood no more? That shit hot, yeah
Niggas really thinkin' they can catch up with me
That is not my bitch if she ain't rockin' Richard Milles
Just because you got the same kind of car, we not the same kind
I just had two best friends tryna suck me at the same time
Damn, I miss them houses in the hood, we used to trap 'em out
The only reason we ain't on your ass 'cause you was tappin' out
My opps just went to jail, I paid the bros to go and pap 'em out
Four hundred a show, ain't nothin' less, I bet I pack it out
Catch him out in traffic, gotta ask him what them captions 'bout
Internet gangstas, y'all just actin' out
They made jokes when I was broke, look at who laughin' now
I'm gettin' too big for all these chains, I gotta pass 'em down
I'm tryna turn up all the killers, ain't tryna crash 'em out
Ain't got no credit, I need to get some, I be cashin' out
You with the bitch because she lit, she gettin' passed around
I know some niggas who look rich but buyin' a couple pounds
Stop all that huffin' and that puffin' 'fore we blow you down
I got six pipes on this G-Wagon, this bitch super loud
Turks & Caicos scuba divin', vacation three hundred thousand
I'm the headliner now, I might jump off in the crowd

You can be the voice if you want to
You can be the hero if you want to
You can have millions if you want to
And you can do what you want to
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up to
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up to
And we be them niggas who they lookin' up to

---

Rich Off Pain

[Rod Wave]
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Nigga came from nothing, but still they gon' hate
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate, yeah
Look, rich off pain
Look

[Rod Wave & Lil Durk]
Nigga came from nothing, but still they gon' hate
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate
And I come straight out them trenches, in the field every day
Young nigga out that bottom, use my tears to motivate
And so much came, with this money and this fame
But I can't complain, yeah
I came from walking through the rain, prayed for better days
And now a nigga rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain (Rich off pain, yeah), rich off pain, (A nigga) rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain, rich off pain, (A nigga) rich off pain
Rich off pain, rich off pain, rich off pain
A nigga rich off pain, you know what I'm saying?
(Young nigga rich off pain, young nigga rich off pain, yeah)

[Lil Durk]
Young nigga, I was tryna get my money right
Mama support the crib when my granny, daddy servin' life
Breakin' in my auntie room 'fore school, I used a butter knife
Teacher bitchin' at me like her husband, can't be f*ckin' right
Wild niggas slidin' 'round in Tracks and SRTs
We stealin' packs from the older cats to buy us new Jordan 3s
I know a million niggas who millionaires off PPP's
That's how we got the address to the O-P-P's
We were stained to make it out the hood, well that's what we thought
Rob, kill, or scam, but never gon' get caught, that's just what we taught
No fist fight, but first degree murders, that's just what we fought
Gotti told us, "Never forget your dog," and that's law
I got blamed for niggas dying, I wonder why?
They say I sacrificed to be in this position, that's a lie
See, the blogs can't break me down, see, I'm the voice, I don't reply
But the rumors y'all done heard, I'ma humbly deny, yeah, yeah

[Rod Wave & Lil Baby]
Nigga came from nothing, but still they gon' hate (Yeah)
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate
And I come straight out them trenches, in the field every day
Young nigga out that bottom, use my tears to motivate
And so much came, with this money and this fame
But I can't complain, yeah
I came from walking through the rain, prayed for better days
And now a nigga rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain (Rich off pain, yeah), rich off pain, (A nigga) rich off pain
Now a nigga rich off pain, rich off pain, (A nigga) rich off pain
Rich off pain, rich off pain, rich off pain
A nigga rich off pain, you know what I'm saying?
(Yeah, Baby)

[Lil Baby]
I take everything I go through and I put it in these songs
I ain't gon' never go against you, please correct me if I'm wrong
Amounted to what I show for, she'll never know what I'm on
And you can say whatever you want to, but you gon' miss me when I'm gone
I be everywhere with it on, free them runnin' it up off of strong
Ain't not one of us get the loan, ain't never fell off, I went broke before
Damn, that shit be crazy, real niggas die for something a ho done told you
Take whatever come with it, don't show no emotion
I'm back in that mode, bruh
I get impatient about that money, what's the hold up?
I gotta do this shit for my kids, now they growin' up
Win, lose, or draw, but no matter what, it ain't no hoing us
Lookin' at the phone, I saw you callin'
I am way too far to turn back now, I swear, I'm all in
I know it get rough, but you stay tough and keep shit solid
The Brabus truck got G800 on the back and it got stars in it
I'm just tryna show my young niggas they can ball too
Any time I ever hit her rough, she know to fall through
I done ran up millions off this pain shit
I don't like to deal with her too much 'cause it's the same shit
(Uh, yeah-yeah)

---

Make It Out

(M-M-M-Murda)

I told my daughter, she don't understand who her daddy is
I'll tell you somethin' to run your mouth, but I bet he did
Landlord came to pick the rent up, but I ain't let him in
And I be embarrassed, I'm too addicted to this medicine
Hundred-thousand on my, take it back, tell him, "Don't threat again"
Pray to the high power, hope the judge give me a severance
Young niggas turnt up with the check, look like a settlement
It's only me and a different couple rappers who ain't checkin' in (yeah)
You will never see my name in paper work, never, never
And it's a street nigga on my case, but he a teller, teller
And I had a deep talk with my dawgs and that shit feelin' better
4TF, this shit be big whenever we get together
I felt like a lil' boy 'round this bitch, had to get my shit together
I told my bitch that shit is a go when you're shit together
Ain't talkin' lean, switch his beam, shit, my kit together
Certain shit be temporary, but loyalty, this shit forever (oh)
Every time your dawg die, they forget about his mama'nem (oh)
I done left his ass around some cash, and he ain't pocket shit (oh)
Ain't the type to try to spread a rumor, I go off documents (oh)
I don't take threats lightly, he died off an argument (oh)
Yeah, slide with me (oh)
Okay he did, but he died with me (oh)
How you say your ass a baller, but you don't provide niggas? (Oh)
And I really love my brothers even though I clash with 'em, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)

The second time ain't nothin' like the first, you gotta make it count
Everyday I'm tryna break this curse, I gotta make it out
We ain't had no other way to go, we had to take a route
Soon as they come in, we try to get 'em out
One day we gon' run into you, nigga, better watch your mouth
Really don't be demons, I don't believe it, that shit all for clout
I can make my people'nem come see you for a small amount
I'm hot as a fever, you know we the ones they talkin' 'bout, yeah

Steady tryna get it, uplifting my city
Asked the D.A., "Can we fix this? I need Durk to get acquitted"
Bad bitch with me, suck me 'til I'm finish
We both got a lot to lose, so she won't never tell my business
Nobody hang with me, I ain't tryna have no co-defendants
You don't know how it feel where everywhere you live, you get evicted
Rubber band money, the day I signed my deal I lost half a ticket
I wasn't even rappin' yet, I moved my mama out the trenches
Twenty-one to twenty-two, I'm talkin' fresh up out of prison
I won't give a damn, if I did it then you can
Gamblin', won a hundred grand and started with two bands
I'm one of them ones to sell a truck load with a few plays
I'm one of them ones who wear the same clothes for a few days when I'm grindin'
OTF and 4PF, you know this shit get slimey
I won't get on one knee, I'll pay one-mill' for a diamond though
You know where to find me, I ain't hidin', ho

The second time ain't nothin' like the first, you gotta make it count
Everyday I'm tryna break this curse, I gotta make it out
We ain't had no other way to go, we had to take a route
Soon as they come in, we try to get 'em out
One day we gon' run into you, nigga, better watch your mouth
Really don't be demons, I don't believe it, that shit all for clout
I can make my people'nem come see you for a small amount
I'm hot as a fever, you know we the ones they talkin' 'bout, yeah

---

Bruised Up

Oh, no
Oh, no, no
I like to sing my pain away
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

They left me bruised up, they tried to leave me used up
I was confused 'cause the ones I love ain't prove much
I did everything, they lied say I ain't do much
And they ain't call me to plead they case, and it'd been two months
Postin' guns on your page, that put us all in danger
But they say I'm one of the leaders 'cause I'm the one that's famous
Some niggas don't come around unless it's entertainment
When it's time to kill for real, them niggas gon' keep complainin'

Ain't no cars, ain't no guns, ain't no fun
What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up)
Ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds
What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up)

I ain't never committed no crimes, somebody lied
I'm on the case with niggas I love, but two of 'em died
And it irks my nerves if you talkin' about murders, he ain't even slide
When bro'nem died, I said I was tired, I lied, I cried (on my mama)
Just got a check for thirty million cash, and I'm gon' sign
Everybody around me gon' kill someone, they gotta walk around with a mask (woah, woah)
Every time you slide, nigga, that shit better make the news or somethin'
Young niggas better stay inside they lane, better go to school or somethin'
Pissed me off, I'm puttin' up three hundred cash, that shit like voodoo numbers
I done got so high off this batch of weed, it feel like Tooka comin'
I can't back door none of my dawgs 'cause I'm too one hundred
You can front a nigga a thousand pounds, I can prove the money (yeah)

They left me bruised up, they tried to leave me used up
I was confused 'cause the ones I love ain't prove much
I did everything, they lied say I ain't do much
And they ain't call me to plead they case, and it'd been two months
Postin' guns on your page, that put us all in danger
But they say I'm one of the leaders 'cause I'm the one that's famous
Some niggas don't come around unless it's entertainment
When it's time to kill for real, them niggas gon' keep complainin'

Ain't no cars, ain't no guns, ain't no fun
What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up)
Ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds
What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up)

They don't tell you about the other part, takin' showers with your boxers on
If you ever go to prison, buy a knife before you buy a phone
Got caught up in the system, ain't have life, but he ain't make it home
That's crazy, got killed in the place that was 'posed to save him
I'm grateful that I got the paper to pay the lawyers, brodie waitin'
These niggas flaw, and I see the hate in they faces
I bet they'll be all happier if we could stop and trade places, but nah, nigga
Ain't a competition with no one, I'm tryna ball with you
I don't care if you richer, what's the tab?
I got half, I'ma pay for me and brodie'nem
And a lot of y'all rappers should've been on Nickelodeon
Actin' ass niggas don't come close to him, yeah

They left me bruised up, they tried to leave me used up
I was confused 'cause the ones I love ain't prove much
I did everything, they lied say I ain't do much
And they ain't call me to plead they case, and it'd been two months
Postin' guns on your page, that put us all in danger
But they say I'm one of the leaders 'cause I'm the one that's famous
Some niggas don't come around unless it's entertainment
When it's time to kill for real, them niggas gon' keep complainin'

Ain't no cars, ain't no guns, ain't no fun
What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up)
Ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds, ain't no bonds
What I'ma do if I get locked up? (Locked up)

---

Still Hood

(We got London on the track)
You was fakin' it all along
Felt that shit inside my bone
Had a feelin' you had told
When I felt it in my soul
And you know your word ain't strong
'Cause they know you gettin' old
Ever since I been on
We give the trenches hope
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, keep it a buck, it ain't nobody f*ckin' with us
I can't sit 'round talkin' about other niggas
That shit old, I don't care what he did
We was cool, but it is what it is now
Broke as f*ck, used to live at my man's house
I work hard, they ain't give me no handouts
Bro ain't really a opp, he just fanned out
Can't believe we just slept on the same couch
How you play like it's f*ck me then come back
And switch up and ask me for somethin' with the same mouth?
We have spots in the hood, make sure everyone good
Beat that bitch for too months then we change out
We could be anywhere, we gon' bang out
If you see me, they pay me, I don't hang out
I got too many cars, need a bigger garage
Call the realtor, tell her to change house
This shit deep, I take care of my kids side of they family
I'm too rich to let somebody handle me
Nah, for real, I pay rent for my young niggas mama'nem
We got away on the chase, I was one of them
Pay attention to me, you could run it up
I ain't drove it in weeks, gotta warm it up
You gon' D-I-E if you come at us
Got a Richard Mille, it's a one-of-one
I was stuck on the block, ain't have nothin' comin' in
Every time I fell, I got back up again
I'm gon' practice 'til I f*ckin' win
We ain't brothers, I don't call you niggas twin
Got the hittas trailin' me inside a Benz
Everything I got on I'm tryna times ten
And I don't f*ck with y'all niggas, I ain't friendly

I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me?
You complainin', and you don't even gotta be
I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me
I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be
I ain't trippin', I just wanna live good
Woulda gave you my all, probably still would
When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good
Been all over the world, but I'm still hood

I wasn't born with a silver spoon
You ask me for drugs, I can't get 'em gone
My uncle want drugs, I'll give it to him
He thinkin' he me when I put him on
Auntie f*ckin' in the bedroom
I had to sleep inside a nigga bathroom
Puttin' duct tape on the air mattress, so the air wouldn't really leave from
Real niggas on standby, all that fake love, I don't need none
I don't really talk cash with a bitch unless the bitch really need some
One nigga told me he started with dimes and nicks, he say he gon' die with a brick
One nigga told me forever gon' carry his gun, that nigga died with his stick
I grew up with a little bit of death, and my uncle had cancer, I had to share a room with a junkie
I told you I grew up the toughest, came from nothin', had to wash up with a bucket
Police had told me slow down when I be in the city 'cause they say I'm startin' a ruckus
F*cked the bitch then give the bitch a plan B, and told her this shit come with my money

I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me?
You complainin', and you don't even gotta be
I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me
I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be
I ain't trippin', I just wanna live good
Woulda gave you my all, probably still would
When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good
Been all over the world, but I'm still hood

Felt that shit inside my bone
And you know your word ain't strong
'Cause they know you gettin' old
(We got London on the track)
Yeah, yeah