Rod Wave - SoulFly (Deluxe Version) Album Lyrics

Rod Wave - SoulFly (Deluxe Version) Lyrics

SoulFly
Gone Till November
Whats Wrong
Blame on You
Dont Forget
Take The Blame
Get Ready
Tombstone
Already Won
Time Heals
All I Got
Richer
Street Runner
Pills and Billz
How the Game Go
Shock da World
Whats Love
OMDB
Invisible Scar
Calling
Sneaky Links
Believe Me
Moving On
Changing
Tombstone (Live)
OMDB (Live)
Dont Forget (Live)
Street Runner (Live)

SoulFly

(Pipe that shit up TnT)
So did you get it?
Yeah, I got it
Okay, I'm just sending it to you (Tahj Money)
You alright?
I don't feel good
Alright, call me when you get home
(Shaad Krounds)

Conversatin' with mama, she say I'm in too deep (deep)
Until my niggas rich and free, it's hard to get me some sleep
It's hard to get me some peace (yeah) with all the shit that I be battlin
So many ups and downs, sometimes I feel like I can't balance it
It be challenging, so many challenges, uh (yeah)
Oh Father (oh Father), it's safe to say times harder (this shit get harder)
My pops say, "Son, be smarter, you a artist and a father" (I know)
My unc' say, "Now, be smarter, you a target and regardless (I know)
You a leader to them people and them young niggas is watchin'
Them young niggas believe in you, don't let 'em down, be cautious"
And I got skills in other things but rich off rappin' pain
So much that came with all this fame, but I remain the same (I remain the same)
Hope you don't think 'cause I got change, that's what made me change (change)
It's just this life got so strange, I had to switch lanes
Niggas pulled up and I'll be outside
Laid in the cut like peroxide, yeah
I vowed to be frontline when shots fired
I was out of town that night when, died, yeah
Standin' in church, blurry-eyed that I had to confess (yeah)
I seen my nigga laid to rest in his Sunday best (yeah)
Polo on his head and chest, now that's casket fresh (yeah, yeah)
Wish we would've seen eye to eye before you left ('fore you left)
And where I'm from, it's an eye for an eye, nothing else (nothing else)
Ain't no love, it ain't no help, every man for they self (yeah)
Better watch your homies, keep your strap or get strapped to a shelf (grrah)
Ain't no complaining when it's raining, play the hand you dealt
Ain't got no opps, just some niggas who mad that I made it (yeah)
And since you niggas mad I made it, pick a casket, baby (yeah)
On the 'Net exaggeratin', ain't even half as gangster
It's funny and it's fascinatin' how even family hatin'
Wanna hit the show but you ain't show up to my graduation (yeah, yeah)
I can't take y'all to the top, I ain't no elevator
Think of my cousin Deyjah
Was way in 2013 when she left, I was fifteen when she left

They say it won't be long, all I want
Is when the horn blows and when they all cry
I pray my soul flies, pray my soul flies
Pray my soul flies (turn into the f*ckin' birds)
They say it won't be long, all I want
Is when the horn blows and when them all cry
I pray my soul flies, I pray my soul flies (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pray my soul flies, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ladies and gentlemen, please prepare the cabin for takeoff
Make sure your seatbacks are secured in the upright and locked position (pray my soul flies)
Your tray tables put away and all carry on items are securely stowed (I pray my soul flies)
We'll be moving through the cabin for a final safety check
And ask that you please review the safety regulation card
Located in the seat pocket in front of you
Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight

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Writer: Rashaad Green, Rodarius M Green, Ryan Hartlove, Tahj Vaughn, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Gone Till November

(Drum Dummie)
(KimJ with the heat)

Uh, on the road
Uh, halfway home
Sorry my friend, I don't wanna be alone again (yeah)
So I, I'll be gone 'til November
Gon' and mark your calendar
Phone keep ringing (yeah), heart keep breaking

Uh, no matter what I do, can't keep nobody happy
Can't keep these haters off me, can't get along with my daddy
I hope when they get older that my kids can understand me
All I ever wanted with they mama was a family
'Cause all I ever felt growing up was abandoned
Pops went up the river, left a nigga out here stranded
But as I grew wiser I could finally understand it (yeah)
It seem since a teen I been on my own planet (yeah, yeah)
Lord knows I love my mama but I hate she think I'm crazy (yeah)
Then got out here on my own, got in this world and made it
All the shit that we went through, you would think that I hate ya
Still put on my super suit, came back to you and saved us

I was lost as a teen can't believe that I made it out (I made it out)
Can't believe I got everything that I prayed about (ooh, I prayed about)
And I knew for a minute, was too good to be true
All the shit I took you through girl, I apologize, to you

Uh, on the road
Uh, halfway home
Sorry my friend, I don't wanna be alone again (yeah, again)
So I, I'll be gone 'til November (yeah)
Gon' and mark your calendar (yeah)
Phone keep ringing, heart keep breaking (yeah, yeah, keep breaking)

Uh, on the road (la-da-da-da-da)
Uh, halfway home (la-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Sorry my friend, I don't wanna be alone again (la-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da-da)
So I, I'll be gone 'til November
Gon' and mark your calendar
Phone keep ringing, heart keep breaking

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Writer: Jaehyun Kim, Rodarius Green, Tevin Revell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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Whats Wrong

You know what they gon' say
When the world turn they back on you
Turn your back on the world
I been livin' like that for so long
(RellyMade)

She said, "What's wrong with you? (Yeah)
Tell me why you acting so tough? (oh-woah)
Tell me why you so scared to show love?"
Too many scars on my heart, this ain't no bluff
In the city I'ma slide where I growed up
Young niggas cutthroat give no f*cks (grrah)
I'm gon' say what I said, but so what?
They know that I ain't mean it
Do what you gotta do but just don't leave me
Then again, beat it, don't give a f*ck
'Member 2017 with evictions on the door
I was all on my own, still tryna get it up
Just finished school, shed tears in the dark
That's when life hit me hard but I couldn't give it up
I had just quit my job, on the block, me and Brock
Got a Glock in my pants (RellyMade)
I'm ready to set it off
Fast forward, I got a Benz, I'm ready to live it up
There's way more to it (yeah)
I don't know how to love, I don't know who to trust
And I swear this shit so confusing
All the smiling faces, why you so happy?
Tell me what the f*ck so amusing?
Everybody mad they can't reach Nuni
You had my number, why you ain't use it?
And I been tryin' to control my temper (yeah)
It's hard lovin' a nigga like me (like me)
Said I'd be gone 'til November
I won't gotta come back when we leave
It all could be so simple
Put my heart back on my sleeve (yeah)
Keep askin' me why I'm so angry? (Yeah)
Try to tell her that's how she made me

They turned they back on me, it left me scarred (oh-oh)
I turned my back on them to save my heart
Goin' against what I was taught (yeah)
Got me scared for my life (yeah)
But if lovin' you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right (I'm)
Breakin' all the rules tonight (yeah, yeah)
Breakin' all the rules (yeah)
I'm breakin' (yeah)
All the rules, (yeah) yeah
Uh (RellyMade)
I'm breakin' all the rules
I'm breakin' all the rules
I'm breakin' all the rules tonight
Yeah (yeah)
(Breaking all the rules, yeah)

Mmm (mmm)
Yeah (uh-uh)
(I said, yeah, look what they made me do)

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Writer: Gerail Harvey, Marvin Venable, Rodarius M. Green
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Blame on You

(Pipe that shit up TnT)
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
Look, look, look, uh

Wanna put the blame on me, but the blame on you
You did me wrong, such a shame on you (yeah, yeah)
Had to leave ya 'lone, what it came down to (came down to)
How you change on me? I wouldn't change on you (yeah, I wouldn't change on you)
Goodbye, so long, farewell
It ain't a loss, it's just a lesson and a story to tell
It's just a blessing in disguise, I know the story so well (so well, so well, so well)

Look, yeah
Uh, once upon a time, it was a youngin' in that bottom (youngin' that bottom)
Run around so slimey, cutthroat, connivin' (cutthroat, connivin')
Hit a lick all by myself, swear I don't need nobody (don't need nobody)
Reachin' for my bag, wrong move, Noonie shot him
Juvenile detention for a minute going crazy (we going crazy)
God, you know my heart, could you please come and save me? (Come and save me, mama)
Promise I'ma stay up out the way, I'ma be patient (gotta be patient)
Promise I'ma chase these rapper dreams that you gave me (the ones you gave me)
You had your mama, had your pops, but all I had was you
Fresh out of high school, your love was all I ever knew
Got dropped off 'round the corner, packed your shit, I still remember
Broker than a bitch starin' at the apartment ceiling
Heart broker than bitch, uncle D came to get me
HG3 dropped, we was so far from the city (yeah)
Knew about your secret love, but I didn't break a sweat
'Cause he's a first class flight and I'm a private jet (yeah)

Wanna put the blame on me, but the blame on you (you know the blame on you)
You did me wrong, such a shame on you (a shame on you)
Had to leave ya 'lone, what it came down to (yeah, yeah)
How you change on me? I wouldn't change on you (yeah, I wouldn't change on you)
Goodbye, so long, farewell
It ain't a loss, it's just a lesson and a story to tell
It's just a blessing in disguise, I know the story so well
Uh, wanna put the blame on me, but the blame on you
You did me wrong, such shame on you (yeah)
Had to leave ya 'lone, what it came down to (yeah)
How you change on me? I wouldn't change on you
Goodbye, so long, farewell
It ain't a loss, it's just a lesson and a story to tell
It's just a blessing in disguise, I know the story so well
Yeah

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Thomas Horton, Amman Nurani, Adam Fritzer
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Dont Forget

It just seem like you real angry
You know why I'm mad? Let me tell you why I'm mad
I'm mad because, everybody on these records lyin'
Everybody lyin', everybody's this big D-boy (pipe that shit up TnT)
Everybody be hardcore gangster, everybody gon' do this to each other when they see each other
And the truth be told
We too blessed and we having too much money in this rap game to be going to war with each other

And don't you ever get it twisted
Youngin' come straight from out the trenches
If you can't feel my pain (oh, my pain)
Well, this ain't for you anyways (anyways)
Bottom boy survival, hard time living (yeah)
I'ma sure make you don't forget it (yeah, yeah)
Bottom boy survival, hard time living
I'ma sure make you don't forget it

Uh, hold up, I got a lil' more in me 'fore you say I'm finished
Before you judge me, take a minute, go to the beginning
When we was grinding, I was minding my own f*cking business
Now all these niggas think it's straight to go state they opinion (oh)
Kicked out the house, bitch, I was grinding, savin' every penny (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Kicked out the house, I had my own house that same December
Ain't do no hatin', I was waiting patiently to get it
Used to let my cousin use the kitchen, cook a half a chicken
That's a half a block, he cut a thousand rocks in thirty minutes (yeah, no)
Now that I'm straight it's like they hate to see a nigga winnin' (yeah, oh)
I just did XXL, me and my nigga Jigga (whoa)
Didn't want to do it, but I did it, had to rep the city
Go ask the city who the best that ever f*ckin' did it (did it)
And when you ask 'em, try to ask 'em for to be realistic
Now that I'm up, they try they hardest just to break a nigga (whoa)
Say what you want, but on my soul, I ain't changing, nigga (whoa)
Can't shake the hood 'cause Hollywood nothin' like where I'm from (no)
Still love the hood, but they hate it when that cheddar come
"Rod crashed the 'Vette" but he came back in a better one
"Rod fixed the 'Vette," nah dawg, this shit a second one (nah dawg)
Nah dawg, this shit a second one
Nah dawg, this shit was next to come
And between me and you, I never thought that I could take it this far
I still be thanking God that I made it this far

And don't you ever get it twisted
Youngin' come straight from out the trenches (whoa)
If you can't feel my pain, uh (my pain)
Well, this ain't for you anyways (whoa, anyways)
Bottom boy survival, hard time living (yeah)
I'ma sure make you don't forget it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bottom boy survival, hard time living (whoa)
I'ma sure make you don't forget it

Come on, man, at the end of these records we listen to
We don't get nothing out of 'em no more, man
We don't get no social commentary
We ain't get no kinda knowledge out these records
Everybody just talking 'bout how many chains they got on, and how much dope they sold
But the truth of the matter is this, I don't believe you
'Cause I know you do not, I know you didn't sell no dope

And don't you ever get it twisted
Youngin' come straight from out the trenches
If you can't feel my pain, uh
Well, this ain't for you anyways

Ayy, nah, for real though
Ayy, listen, man
All of my street niggas, all the people goin' through struggles, man
Ayy, f*ck that, man I ain't change, don't give a f*ck who don't like it, man
Log off, man, sign out, man, unfollow, man
If it ain't for ya, it ain't for ya
Whether it's relationship problems, street problems, other problems
Man, who else, you heard me?
'Cause ninety-eight percent of these dudes is cowards
Who else got us, man, we up one
For real, I promise, ain't gon' never change
You know what I'm sayin'? It is what it is
If you don't like it, f*ck it

And don't you ever get it twisted
Youngin' come straight from out the trenches
If you can't feel my pain (yeah, man, and all my niggas, man)
Well, this ain't for you anyways

Ayy, and if you can't feel it, man, we can't tell you (bottom boy survival, hard time living)
It ain't for ya, man
This right here for all the people, man (I'ma sure make you don't forget it)
I represent struggle, man, hard times, man, for sure, man (bottom boy survival, hard time living)
For real man, nigga, I sold dope, man, nigga, I broke into houses (I'ma sure make you don't forget it)
Nigga, I done worked a nine-to-five, man (and don't you ever get it twisted)
So many obstacles to get right here, man, I'ma represent
(Youngin' come straight from out the trenches)
Man, fo' sho', we up one, baby, I got us (bottom boy survival, hard time living)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Nigga, bottom boy survivor (I'ma sure make you don't forget it)
Nigga survived where a lot of niggas couldn't, man, for real
(If you can't feel my pain)

If you was a cartoon character on your first album
Then you need to be a cartoon character on your last

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Writer: Basil Von Stietencron, Rodarius M Green, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Take The Blame

(Sam Thraxx don't miss)
(Popstar Benny)
(Popstar)

Lookin' at my phone ring like where these niggas was in 2014?
Me and my nigga Reem out there plottin' on schemes
Plottin' on licks and quick ways to get rich
Nigga break in your shit and flip it, Christmas time, we the Grinch
Don't get it twisted, I won't talk about that shit like I miss it
I just thought shit would've been different when we went and got millions
So many ups and downs, a nigga so close to quittin'
Then I think about them long nights you was trapped in the trenches
Reminiscin' 'bout baby girl screamin' my name
Wishin' shit could've been different, let's rekindle our flame
I don't never sleep at night, I just lay in the dark
And in the daytime I have nightmares of you breakin' my heart

Even though we a thousand miles apart
I still feel your scars
Your (your) scars

Thinkin' 'bout my nigga Brock 'cause a nigga never would've touched him
If I swallowed my pride and let 'em go on the road with his cousin
I'm sorry aunty, I know all of the pain that it caused
I was too young to understand all of the change I could cause
Thinkin' 'bout my dog locked down in the system
He was only eighteen, they gave my nigga twenty
I know I could've changed or persuaded the way he was livin'
Now you see I was wonderin' who waitin' for me to come get him

First the sun goes down and then the moon comes out
Another day is gone, and then it rain all night long
And I pray that I change my selfish ways
After all I can't, I can't escape

I'll take the blame for that
(I'll take the blame for that, yeah, I'll take the blame for that)
I'll take the blame for that
(I'll take the blame for that, I'll take the blame for that)
I'll take the blame for that
(I'll take the blame for that, yeah, I'll take the blame for that)
I'll take the blame for that
(I'll take the blame for that, yeah, I'll take the blame for that)

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Writer: Chason Howard, Rodarius M. Green, Sam Cohen
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Get Ready

(Wemakebangerz)
Yeah
(Jbflyboi, OhhhBabyeee)

Get here
Had to walk a whole lot of miles to get here
It's safe to say that I'ma take the cake for this year
I would say try again next year
But next year'll probably be my best year
It took a whole lot of blood and sweat, tears
I don't owe anybody anything, get that clear
A lot of sleepless nights and a whole lot of grindin'
Was gon' say it took forever, but this perfect timin'
You should have seen me back in high school, they had some shit to say
Thought they was the shit 'cause they had shift jobs at Chick-fil-A
I was thinkin' R-A-P, they was thinkin' GPA
Lot of 'em went to college and they got a job at the bank
Now when I pull up brand new Rolls trucks, you should see they face
I know she seen my account, that shit'll make a hater faint
This shit will make a hater think
He had his goals right in his face, he saw the dreams and did the race
All it took was a bit of faith
Gotta thank God for this one
Gave me heart and wisdom
Helped me dodge the grave, helped me dodge the system
So many homies in the cage I watched fall to victim
Too many homies in the cage I watched fall to victim
I'm thankful for my fans, this rappin' shit changed my life
I'm thankful for my team for keepin' a nigga right
Thankful for the promoters, I open up on the mics
Now I'm singin' for you three months back to back, I sell out every night
Labels used to look past me, now they tryin' to remake me
Grab a fat nigga out the trenches and replace me
Tryna duplicate me, can't be
This always been my dream
I always heard this voice in the back of my head sing

Oh, you better be ready for it
You better be ready
(Independent kid, I've been chasin' my dream
I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school)
(Be ready for it, be ready, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, no lie, I swear
On my desk back in middle school)
You better be ready for it
I hope you ready for it
Oh, you better be ready for it

If I stay ready, I ain't gotta get ready
I ain't gotta get ready 'cause I was already ready
I was standin' by the corner store beggin'
Now the nigga I used to be askin' for a dollar from jealous
I never thought I'd fall off with my nigga and it's hurtin'
We dreamed of this when we was stealin' cars and snatchin' purses
My brother told me, "Stop tryin' to save everybody"
God wanted to bless me, but I had f*ck niggas 'round me
But then they say grind turn to shine, I grinded
And everything I ever did, I did it for the projects
Invent some fraud money in my crowd
All night flights on the slab with Lil' Rab
Been rollin' with the punches for so long I called a jab
Sittin' at the table with no money for the tab
I was wishin' for the stars, I'm a demon in the Wraith
One day you gon' wake up with your dreams in your face
And you gon' been done did everything they said you can't
The only way they beat you, nigga, if you catch a case

(Oh, you better be ready for it)
Congratulations, young nigga you did it, you gotta
(You better be ready)
Independent kid, I've been chasin' my dream
I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school
You pressure, young nigga
(Be ready for it, be ready, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't gon' lie, I swear
I'm proud of you
On my desk back in middle school
(You better be ready for it)
I hope you ready for it
That's all I ever wanted my people to say, they proud of me
(You better be ready for it )
Your time comin'
Congratulations, young nigga, you did it
Your time comin', youngin, I hope you ready for it
Independent kid, I've been chasin' my dream
I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school
If nobody proud of you I am, I'm is
(Be ready for it, be ready, yeah, yeah)
(You better be ready) I hope you ready for it
Pop your shit, young nigga
I hope you ready for it
I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school
Keepin' steppin' how you steppin', fam
(Be ready for it, oh, no, no)
Congratulations, young nigga, you did it
(You better be ready, oh, better be ready for it)
I ain't gon' lie
I already knew
I already knew I'd be great, you know what I'm sayin'?
(You better be ready for it, mm-mm, oh, yes)
You better be ready, oh, oh, oh)

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Writer: Bill Kapri, Joshua Bates, Rodarius M. Green, Silas Benediktson, Travis Harrington
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Tombstone

(Damn, this motherf*cker too crazy, Saucii)
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
When this shit over, it's over
I don't know what's after or, you know?

I keep my gun in my drawers, ducking the sad news (oh yeah)
My phone say seven missed calls, I know it's bad news
This life had left me so scarred, I'm knowing that's true
Remember times got so hard, I got it tattooed (so hard)
I ain't did no shows but made some bread (yeah)
I gotta keep the family fed (yeah, yeah)
Look, just talked to pops about the feds
I ain't gon' lie, he had me scared, uh
I feel 'em coming, nigga (yeah)
I'll keep on running, nigga (yeah)
If we go down bad, keep it a hundred, nigga
My girl all in my ear screaming, "spend some time"
I promise I'll be here when I can get some time
Right now, I got to get what's mine (for sure)
I'll be thuggin' 'til the end of time

And f*ck these niggas 'cause they lame
Since they love saying my name
Make sure you write the truest in the motherf*ckin' game
On my tombstone when they bury me
By the river, they will carry me
Finally, I'll be resting in peace
Finally, finally
I'll get to fly away, somewhere, someday
F*ck these niggas 'cause they lame
Since they love saying my name (yeah)
Make sure you write the truest in the game
On my tombstone when they bury me (yeah)
By the river, they will carry me (yeah)
Finally, I'll be resting in peace (oh yeah)
Finally, finally, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(You know what I'm saying, I don't really know what I'm saying)
(I don't know what's after this shit)
Finally, finally
(Everybody think they know but f*ck it, I sleep on the floor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This shit comes with a lot, it's a lot of pressure, I'm a young nigga though)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On my tombstone when they bury me (believe that, man, I'm a hustler)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on my tombstone when they bury me, yeah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah finally I'll be resting in peace
Finally, finally, on my tombstone when they bury me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
By the river, they will carry me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll be resting in peace
Finally, finally, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Writer: Eric Foley, Jaidyn Hullum, Jaylon Howard, Rod Green
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Already Won

[Rod Wave]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah (Will A Fool), uh

My ex had told my my cousin I'm a superstar
'Cause all around the world they know who we are
Running behind that money got me missing my bed
Chasing after that paper, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Back to back doing shows, I caught a jet to that bag
Just in case it get rainy when I check the forecast
I put the money in the floor 'cause I'm too scared to go back
It took an hour and a half to count a million in cash
Tell me why she blowing up my cellular
Gotta see if I can fit you in my schedule
You should've listened when I told you I wasn't regular
'Cause now I'm gone, we cross thе globe with all this flexing stuff
Hopping on and off jets and stuff

Phonе ring on the way to the show
Sister called me, said she heard me on the radio, uh
Auntie called me, say she saw me on the TV screen
She's proud of me and happy that I'm chasing dreams
Even at your best
Never knew it'd come to this
You know often, I get so lost in my thoughts just thinking 'bout losses
And I remember where I come from, I already won
Already won, already won
You already won, yeah, yeah, you already won

[Lil Durk]
I'm not a regular-degular, she telling my business, you niggas be letting her
I just be telling her love me, just give me some time, fit me in your schedule
I wanna spoil you, I wanna wife you, I want you to keep being sexual
All of these bitches be on me in videos, I keep it professional
I'm on the road for a minute, some cities ain't got no service
You know you already won, deep talks, you ain't gotta be nervous
I text you late on the e-way, I found myself keep swervin'
I found myself off Perkys, I found myself keep purgin'
(For sure, for sure) Do I love you?
(For sure, for sure) Am I for you?
(For sure, for sure) She want for sure (For sure)
I hold in shit that hurt me bad so you won't think I'm weak
I stay up late to think 'bout us, she think I'm sleep

Phone ring on the way to the show
Sister called me, said she heard me on the radio, uh
Auntie called me, say she saw me on the TV screen
She's proud of me and happy that I'm chasing dreams
Even at your best
Never knew it'd come to this
You know often, I get so lost in my thoughts just thinking 'bout losses
And I remember where I come from, I already won
(I can't really look at this shit halfway empty when it's halfway full)
Already won, already won (I take everything that come with this life)
You already won, yeah, yeah, you already won (For sure, already won)

Already won
Already won, already won
Yeah

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Writer: Rodarius M. Green, William Jerome Byrd
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Time Heals

(Ayo Keyz, chop this up, for the one time)
Mmm-mm, oh-oh
(MarsGawd lit another one)
(It's Malik on the track)
She say that I'm trippin', uh

I tell her how I'm feelin', she say that I'm trippin'
That's all you gon' say? (Question mark)
Tell me "Leave," then I'll leave, I'll get out of your way
Ayy, tell me why these niggas hatin', what the f*ck is the word?
Chasin' after my dream been my only concern
I had gave you all my love and ain't get none in return
I kept dancin' with the devil, can't be mad I got burned
No, I won't cry 'bout it, I can't cry 'bout it
Heal my pain, I pull up in a new wide-body
With big cuz and he gone off them narcotics
Poisonous love is the only drug in my body
Startin' to think it got a hold on me
Pain in my heart, it be controllin' me
I done looked inside the mirror and didn't notice me
These niggas hatin', bitches fakin', get 'em gone from me
Only the family niggas 'round 'cause my bread long
These niggas hatin' on a nigga, and they dead wrong
Tone got his pistol in the party, these niggas head gone
To my left, I spot a redbone

And I know that she's fine
But I know that these girls are heartless (these girls are heartless)
Don't need love, I need time (need time)
Young, wild, and mad broken-hearted (yeah)
Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh (I need time)
Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh (yeah, yeah)
Oh-woah, oh

"Before using it
I take the tail over that, that mug is green" (yeah, yeah)
"What you say?" (Yeah, yeah)
"I said, I had texted your other phone" (yeah)
"What other phone?"
"I'm saying the other number (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm chillin' on you"
"Huh?"
"I said, I was chillin' on you"

And I know that she's fine
But I know that these girls are heartless
Don't want love, I need me time
Young, wild, and mad broken-hearted
Oh-woah, oh, oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh, oh-woah, oh

"Where you at?"
"What you finna ask me?"
"Where you been at?"
"Hmm?"
"Where you been at?"
"Just been coolin'
Where you been at?"
"At home"
"Mmm"
"Yup, not doin' nothin'"
"What you doin' tomorrow?"

And I know that she's fine
But I know that these girls are heartless
Don't want love, I need me time
Young, wild, and mad broken-hearted
Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
No, oh-woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-woah, oh

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Writer: David Cabral, Javon Reynolds, Josh Joseph, Malik Bynoe Fisher, Rodarius M. Green
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All I Got

(Ayy, yo Dzimi)
(Low Low, turn that up, ayy)
Look
(Mook got the keys jumpin')

Uh, six in the morning, he up fightin' demons
Lately, I ain't got no time for sleepin'
These niggas hatin' on me for no reason
I pray I make it back when I be leavin'
I give it all I got
Ridin' around in a drophead
Tell 'em, "F*ck they feelings, drop dead"
Go tell 'em I said
It's f*ck the world like my pops said
It's thug life just like Pac said, just like Pac said
Thinkin' about my nigga C
He got a quarter of a century locked in penitentiary
I ain't gon' lie, that shit be killin' me
So many memories, life'll be gone in 2053
This shit gon' stop, them niggas spinnin' just like ceiling fans
Take them extensions off them F&Ns, them bitches jam
Told my BM that I'll be locked in and I don't give a damn, don't give a damn

Say what you gon' say 'bout me (I promise)
But don't touch me 'cause them young niggas don't play 'bout me, gon' spray 'bout me
Jump out in broad day 'bout me
Nigga play, they gon' lay 'bout me, yeah (grrah)

Thinkin' about my niggas up the road
Ridin' with 'em 'til they home (this here right all I got, yeah)
You know I'm with my niggas, right or wrong
Keep it real with all my folks (you know we all we got)
I'm who they said I wasn't gonna be
What more do they want from me? (Give it all I got)
Been chasin' since I was seventeen
Youngin' finally get to live his dream
I'ma give it all I got, yeah
I'ma give it all I got, yeah
I'ma give it all I got, I'ma give it all I got
All I got, yeah
I gave it all I got, I'ma give it all I got
Yeah, I gave it all I got
I gave it all I got, I'ma give it all I got

I bet you, I bet you on everything I love
You can't get no nigga to try me in the city
'Cause I am not playin' that, for the twenty-one
All that, all that over
Lil' boy ain't shit, I'm a grown ass man
I do not play no games with nobody, right?
I'll tell you, try me
I'ma handle my business, right?
Try me, I'ma handle my business
I'm telling you, we is with it
I don't care what neighborhood they from
I go on any corner, I do whatever I wanna when I wanna
You f*ck with me, your ass is a goner
And I travel solo, by myself all the time
I ain't never had to have no security, none of that
'Cause I am that guy

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Brayon Nelson, John Balan, Nikola Pejovic
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Richer

The lotta fight I've been in
Ooh, ooh, mm (Ayy, Pluto, go brazy)

Niggas ain't gettin' no money, tell them quit that cappin' (mmm)
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, tell them quit that cappin'
Yeah, in this bitch relaxin', you ain't even did your taxes (oh yeah, yeah)
We went triple platinum, I don't wanna hear no naggin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, made it happen
Uh, uh, youngin' out that bottom, but he made it happen (yeah)
I don't wanna make new friends, point me to my ends
Who he think he is in that brand new Benz?
They should've knew I was comin'
Since a lil' youngin', I knew I would get me some money (skrrt)
Know I'd turn nothing to something, now look at your cousin (grrah)
The youngin', six million and runnin'
And I promise to keep it one hundred, keep it one hundred
You see me grindin' and hustlin'
So you got to respect me, f*ck you, give me my check, please (yeah, yeah)

Young and chasin' dreams, reachin' for the stars (what else?)
Be all you can be, eat or you gon' starve (what else?)
A youngin' out that bottom, but he beat the odds (yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I had it hard (yeah, yeah)

But now I'm richer than I've ever been (what else?)
I'm richer than I've ever been (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm richer than I've ever been
I'm richer than I've ever been (ever been) (ahh)
He richer than he ever been (ah)

I'm richer than ever, whippin' a Tesla, cars, hoes, etcetera
Hit him with pressure, my niggas won't let up
Tell them niggas to catch up, oh
Wake up, got a million in diamonds that sit on the dresser, oh
Run up that check, now I flexin' my muscles, I feel like a wrestler
'Cause we come from nothin' to Rollies and plaques
Fake love, it was holdin' him back
Flashbacks while you're pourin' the yak
Since a young nigga he just wanted a sack
He used to daydream 'bout thumbin' through racks
Heat tuck, it get cold in the 'Raq
Tears fall while he loadin' the strap
Seen it all, he just wanna relax, uh-uh
I'm richer than I ever been
Put my heart before the bag, worst shit I ever did
Gave you a second chance and you left again (uh)
'Member days I used to wonder, "Would we ever win?"

Young and chasin' dreams, reachin' for the stars (what else?)
Be all you can be, eat or you gon' starve (what else?)
A youngin' out that bottom, but he beat the odds (yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I had it hard (yeah, yeah)

But now I'm richer than I've ever been (what else?)
I'm richer than I've ever been (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm richer than I've ever been
I'm richer than I've ever been (ever been)
He richer than he ever been (ever been, yeah)
Ever been

Uh, uh, uh mmh
Uh, uh, uh mmh, mmh (mmh, yeah)
Grrah

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Writer: Flynn Cranston, Rod Green, Roland Hanna, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
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Street Runner

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
These mixed signals, mixed signals, they're killin' me
I don't know what you want, but I know what I need
The 'goodbyes', the 'hellos', the 'I need you' 'no I don't'
Every time I start to close the door, you knock and I let you in
Lovin' you is my greatest sin
Lovin' you is my greatest sin
Lovin' you is my greatest sin

I don't know why I love you
I don't know why I stay
Yeah, yeah
I don't know if it's worth it, babe

Look, uh
Sorry I missed your call, I was on a jet
I been so zoned out, tryna figure out what's next
So scared to fail, I'm calculatin' my every step (yeah)
Gotta watch my back and keep my strap, but nonetheless (nonetheless)
I think about you when I'm gone (yeah), wishin' I could hold you
Probably home, wishin' someone come and love you how they 'posed to
And I hope you see this letter 'fore it's too late (yeah)
I hope chasin' my dreams don't get in the way
I blame my struggles and my uncles for my hustlin' ways
I'm way in Michigan right now, lookin' at real estate
Lord knows I wanna lay ya down but I'm chasin' cake
Can't go back broke, stay on the go, that's all that's on my brain

She tell me f*ck you, I hate you (I don't know why I love you)
Then I love you, can't blame you (I don't know why I stay) (blame you)
She say I love you, but don't trust you, can't change you (I don't know if it's worth it)
I just hope we don't end how they do (You know how they be on that front)
Crash and burn on The Shaderoom

Street runner, gotta stop runnin' sometimes (yeah)
I'm in your city tonight (yeah)
And these lights (these lights), make me feel so inspired (yeah)
Goin' higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah yeah)
Takin' me higher (takin' me higher, takin' me higher, takin' me higher)
Higher and higher and higher (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)

Hey, I'm kinda glad that you didn't pick up (yeah)
I kinda just called to hear your voice, so
Your voice recording was enough
Uh, I should hang up, what am I doin'? Um
So uh, I feel kinda dumb, but uh
I miss you, I've been thinkin' about you
And I've been thinkin' about our love and how much I miss your touch
I miss bein' around you, hearin' your laugh and holdin' your hand
I think of you every day
I hope and I wish that you're doin' okay
I want us to go back to the old days
Because, I miss you, and I just thought of you, so I thought I'd call you
To tell you that you crossed my mind
And I took that as a sign, that I should call and say hi
So that's all, hi
And I hope you don't think I've lost my mind, I hope you don't think I'm crazy
This message is gettin' long so I just say bye, but
The idea of you listenin' to this, the thought of you on the other side of the line
I'm in your city tonight
And these lights make me feel so inspired (I can't hang up)
You ain't higher and higher and higher

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Writer: Joel Little, Lukas Payne, Rodarius M Green, Ruth Berhe, Sterling Reynolds, Thomas Horton
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Pills and Billz

(Ayy Cameron, you the man now)
(Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy)
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
The pills and dollar bills, yeah
Uh

Go and turn it up, let them hear my pain (Yeah)
Richer than a f*ck, but it don't heal my pain (Yeah)
Money can't buy you happiness, seen it can't buy you love (Woah)
Money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you drugs (And it go)
The pills and dollar bills (Dollar bills, bills)
Last night he got so high, he damn near blew his brains out
Countin' cash and dyin' fast is all he think about

Who told you you was perfect? (Who?) You should try and get a grip (Try and get a grip)
If I told you I was perfect, I'd be lyin' like a bitch (I'd by lyin' like a bitch)
Don't wanna do no shows or rap no songs, he tired of that shit (Yeah, he tired of that shit)
In the bathroom, by himself, higher than a bitch (They say he higher than a bitch)
And he fresher than a motherf*cker, lowkey
You stressin' like a motherf*cker and he's
Flyer than a motherf*cker, not only that
He higher than a motherf*cker, long live fact
F*ck a label and they games, he a slave in they chains (Yeah)
They give champagne when it rain, they took his pain to the bank (Yeah)
He be all up in his feelings when him and his bitch don't get along (Yeah)
At least if he leave rappin', he can have a happy home
And he tryna be strong, but it showin' that he's not
So truth be told, you're all that he got
I watched my cousin smoke crack his whole f*ckin' life
Fentanyl hit the street and he OD'd the same night, uh

Go and turn it up, let them hear my pain (Yeah)
Richer than a f*ck, but it don't heal my pain (Yeah, yeah)
Money can't buy you happiness, seen it can't buy you love (It can't buy you love)
Money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you drugs (No, no, no)
The pills and dollar bills (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last night he got so high, he damn near blew his brains out (Yeah, yeah)
Countin' cash and dyin' fast is all he think about (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, mm, uh, uh, yeah, dawg
Yeah, dawg

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Eric Foley Jr., Roland Hannah, Cameron Hubler
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How the Game Go

(Damn, Ryder)

Uh, stay in my lane, play the game, how the game go
Stayed the same, these niggas changed, I don't change though
We in the booth, back to back, let that pain go
We in them coupes, back to back, black Durangos
Slide down his block, let them things go
They get to drummin', ain't no running from a Draco
F*ck a hater, we get paper, that's a case closed
Play the game, how the game go

I play the game that was taught to me
I fry the beef that was brought to me
These niggas hatin', throwing salt on me
My mouth be blinging, we can't talk for free, no, he don't talk for cheap
Don't know who to trust, don't know who I could believe in
Don't know who to trust, every night he fighting demons
I never gave a f*ck, I got me so I don't need them
Never gave it up, I kept strivin' and reachin'
Now my mama happy, new watch is a Patek, pistol in his jacket
Still 'bout action, reach, I let you have it, put that on my granny (grrah)
Remember when I told 'em I was him, they all was laughing
And now the millions and got brand new whips and brand new mansions
Now I walk 'round this bitch, my neck and wrist be full of carats
I just was homeless, sleeping on my cousin blow-up mattress
That shit was tragic, it be tragic how these f*ck niggas be hatin' and shit
But I was made for this shit, yeah

Uh, stay in my lane, play the game, how the game go
Stayed the same, these niggas changed, I don't change though
We in the booth, back to back, let that pain go
We in them coupes, back to back, black Durangos
Slide down his block, let them things go
They get to drummin', ain't no running from a Draco
F*ck a hater, we get paper, that's a case closed
Play the game, how the game go

I play the game how the game go
I play the game, yeah
I play the game how the game go
I just go with the flow of everything in life

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Writer: Andrew Stewart, Danny Snodgrass, Rodarius Green, Ryder Johnson
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Shock da World

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Jai Beats on the track, boy)
Shh
Shh
Ayy, yeah, yeah, look, look, look, uh

I tried to motivate the people but I made 'em angry
I tried to show 'em it was all love, that made 'em hate me
They criticize me and talk bad 'bout me on the daily
I get the money and stay out the way, they think I'm crazy
Maybe if I weren't built for this, I'd let it phase me
Can't bend or fold, my folks dependin' on for me to make it
I'm ATR for life, the leader of the f*ckin' navy
This HitHouse entertainment, baby, we all drive Mercedes
It's crazy, we came a long way to get to this
I opened up about my pain, let the world in
I know exactly how it feels to come out the bottom
How the hell you hate on somebody with so much in common?
Stay to myself and get these dollars
Take care grandma, take care mama
Get the bread and feed my partners
Never hear my name in drama
I'm focused on these commas
F*ck a bitch, I love my kids
They grandmama, and they mama
Don't care about no followers
I made my first million way before I did it big
I made my second million way before I made my kids
My third and fourth million, I made 'em the same night
My fifth million, made 'em when they platinumed "Heart on Ice"
On the phone with the lawyer talkin' 'bout my next five (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look, if I could make ten, then I can make a hunnid
Then I can make a billion, we turned nothing into something, yeah
The youngest out my city but the dumbest out my city (out my city)
Youngin' ran up some millies, ain't have to dick-ride to get it
And I still f*ck with Gates but sometimes I'm in my feelings
I know that it's been a minute, I hope your heart finish healing
It was a long, long, dark road
But still he got too far to go

Look how he shocked the world (shocked the world)
Look how he put the odds to rest, look how he overcame
Look how he showed you he the best still
You ain't seen nothing yet (still)
You ain't seen nothing yet, yeah (I swear, ayy)
You ain't seen nothing yet, yeah (if you don't like me now, boy you finna)
Look how he shocked the world (I'm talking 'bout you finna hate me)
Look how he put the odds to rest, look how he overcame (rocks on my motherf*ckin' neck)
Look how he showed you he the best still
You ain't seen nothing yet (still goin', I'm still at it, on some shit, man, I promise)
You ain't seen nothing yet, yeah (f*ck you, if you hate me, f*ck you, you feel me?)

Grrah
Grrah, bah, bah, bah, bah

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Thomas Horton, Jaidyn Hullum, Cameron Hubler
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Whats Love

(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)

What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (Your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (and her lipstick), baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin'
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded

Hold on 'cause that's our fault (That's our fault)
How ya break his heart, don't take no time off? (Don't take no time off)
How ya go for him then go for mine dog? (Woah)
Girl, you cold as ice, you hot as hot sauce (Hot as hot sauce)
She like her liquor with no chaser (No chaser)
Heart broke 'cause a broke nigga played her (Played her)
Now she lookin' for a rich nigga to save her
Them rich niggas bitch niggas but got paper (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just want diamond rings, she just want designer jeans (She want designer jeans)
She just want the lifestyle and anything that come between
Real country girl, but she got city girl dreams

What's love to a broken heart? (To a broken heart)
Want love? Got to know your part (Your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick (Lipstick), baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (All the times she was hurtin')
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I was in, uh, motherf*ckin' Vegas
I was doin' a lil' family thing, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm with my lady and my kids and, shit, my pops
Standin' at a motherf*ckin', uh, blackjack table
Bitch sat down next to me with a god damn A.P. on
I'm talkin' 'bout the fifty, big one, the fifty, fifty thousand dollar one
Say, "What the f*ck? Bitch, I ain't got no f*ckin' A.P"
Shit, yeah, uh

What's love to a broken heart?
Want love? Got to know your part (You got to, you got to know your part)
I can tell by her hair and her lipstick, baby girl materialistic
She want a Birkin for all the times she was hurtin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She want diamonds for all the times she was blinded (Yeah, yeah, for all the times she was blinded)

Yeah, yeah
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"
She say, "No broke boys, no broke boys"

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Nicholas Lira, Lucas Grob
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OMDB

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that probably Tago)

How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter
'Cause you know I'm okay (yeah, yeah)
Instead, I ask myself, "why do you worry?" (Worry)
You know, you know I'm the same (you know I'm the same)

Still, I know you don't love me, baby (yeah)
They try to take you away from me
Only over my dead body

Uh, wake up and look inside the mirror and it blows me (blows me)
Outta all the niggas out the trenches, God chose me (chose me)
I got the city on my back, and the city told me (yeah)
No matter the pressure or the stress, won't bend or fold me (fold me)
So much that come with being famous, it can drive ya crazy (crazy)
Go check the drugs my brother's takin', he's hallucinatin' (hallucinatin')
How the hell you go and tell nana I sold my soul to Satan?
That just how rare it is for niggas out my town to make it
Somebody grab him and pinch him, please, this ain't a dream (this ain't a dream)
Stay off the internet, king, this life ain't what it seems (what it seems)
F*ck all the blogs and the memes out there laughin' at me (yeah)
I just woke up six million-plus on my way overseas (yeah, yeah)
I remember five hundred dollar shows, I hit the road for these (road for these)
Now I get a hunnid a occasion in the quarantine (quarantine)
We used to be the underdog but now we standing tall (standing tall)
The stage collapsin', the only time you'll see me fall

And niggas who ahead of me (yeah)
Was already two years ahead of me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got 'em reaching out for recipes
I got some other niggas scared of me (yeah)
They used to toot they nose at me (at me)
But I ain't let it get the best of me
Same niggas toot they nose at me, can't even stand next to me (yeah, yeah)
You know good dope gon' sell itself, I just served you a circle (circle)
Youngin' turned nothing into something, the life of the turtle

How I'm feeling (I'm feeling), it doesn't matter (don't matter)
'Cause you know I'm okay (okay, yeah, yeah)
Instead, I ask myself, "why do you worry?" (Ooh)
You know, you know I'm the same (ooh, ah)

Still, I know you don't love me, baby (I know you don't love me, baby)
They try to take you away from me (away from me)
Only over my dead body

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Writer: Anthony George Palman, Aubrey Drake Graham, Cedric Dormaine Hill, Chantal Kreviazuk, Noah James Shebib, Rodarius Green
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Invisible Scar

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Hmm
(Shaad got K'Round)

How's it feel closing million dollar deals off a cell phone?
Youngin' in the party, running wild with his head gone
If I broke ya heart then I'm sorry about it
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars
She can say, "Come save me" (yeah)
"Come save me" (yeah)
She say, "Come save me"
But I can't be the one (I won't be the one)
Can't be the one

Early mornings and late nights, it be such a sight
I can't even lie, right now's the time of my life
Tour bus, sliding, even flyin' private
High mileage, all around the world, that's high mileage
Keep quiet, keep ya fly as hell, brand new YSL
This that new Chanel, can't you tell? Want you to myself
But, I'ma be gone all next week
Sippin' codeine ease the pain
I can't even find my phone
Can't even move out of my head
I don't wanna fight, that's that extra shit
My medicine made me miss your calls and your messages
You're Heaven-sent, just right for me
F*ck these hoes and what they think
I'ma give ya everything you want
Just gotta let me chase my dreams

How's it feel closing million dollar deals off a cell phone? (Cell phone)
Youngin' in the party, running wild with his head gone (with his head gone, yeah)
If I broke ya heart then I'm sorry about it (yeah)
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars (invisible scars, yeah)
She can say, "Come save me" (yeah, Yeah)
"Come save me" (yeah)
"Come save me" (save me, come save me, yeah)
I can't be the one (can't be the one)

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Thomas Horton, Tahj Vaughn, Rashaad Green, Luke Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Calling

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
On my sad boy shit, you know what I'm talkin' about?
I'll be straight forever
I just be telling 'bout my pain and shit, you know?
I ain't really, ya know what I'm sayin'
I just be thinking, reminiscing 'bout that shit
(Ayo, Dzimi)
Numb the pain with the money
You know what I'm sayin'? I don't feel pain, too much money
I learned how to not though, you know what I'm talkin' about?
Uh, okay

Callin', every now and then I hear it callin', yeah (callin')
I came so close to fallin'
Numb the pain with the money and went all in, I'm all in
I'll be alright (alright, I'll be alright)
I'll be alright (yeah, yeah)

Look, uh, I was broken down at the bottom, hard to believe in me
Never say forever if you gon' give up so easily
Scared to be alone, I left because you kept on leavin' me (you kept on leavin')
Went and chased my dream and seen my soul, what you couldn't see in me (what you couldn't see in me)
I had one tear for you left, said you'd be here, but you left
Deal with my pain all alone, walk through that rain by myself
I'll take my lick all alone, I ain't asking for help
I'll forever live on, that's when you should of cared
Broken-hearted, forever broken-hearted
Sorry, but I ain't sorry

Callin', every now and then I hear it callin', yeah (callin')
I came so close to fallin'
Numb the pain with the money and went all in, I'm all in
I'll be alright, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll be alright (I'll be alright, I'll be alright, I'll be alright, alright)
Callin', every now and then I hear it callin', yeah
I came so close to fallin'
He'll be alright, you'll be just fine, you'll be alright

Alright (yeah)
I'll be alright (I'll be alright, I'll be alright, I'll be alright, alright)

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Thomas Horton, Jaudyn Hullum, Nikola Pejovic
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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Sneaky Links

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmac on the f*cking track)
Uh, uh, uh

And now I been all around the world
I met all kinda girls (yeah)
I know they know just how to f*ck
But don't nobody know how you know how to make love
Everybody need somebody
When you find somebody
I suggest you don't tell nobody (yeah)

They be all in our business, tell them bitches they can leave us 'lone (leave us lone)
This world so cold, bae, I know you know not to treat me wrong (treat me wrong)
She say, "Before I cheat you, baby, I would leave you 'lone"
Everybody be cheatin' but nobody wanna be cheated on (be cheated on)
Bae, we grown and I handle my business (yeah)
Don't be stereotypin', won't finish 'til you get finished
See right after my show, baby, let me dive up in it
You spend a ticket at Lenox and go to New York for Christmas
She was singing that song, hot and so long (and so long)
All these work days until I handle my biz (yeah)
Swear that she the only bitch this dick get hard for (this dick get hard for)
She got on top and rode it, I went and bought a car for her

And now I been all around the world
I met all kinda girls (all kinda girls)
I know they know just how to f*ck
But don't nobody know how you know how to make love
Everybody need somebody (yeah, everybody need somebody)
When you find somebody (yeah)
I suggest you don't tell nobody (yeah)
Everybody need somebody (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
When you find somebody (everybody need somebody)
I suggest you don't tell nobody (yeah, uh)

She ain't put you on to the nigga she cuffin' (everybody need somebody)
He ain't put you on to the bitch 'cause he cuffin' (yeah)
She ain't put you on to the nigga she cuffin'
He ain't put you on to the bitch 'cause he cuffin'
She ain't put you on to the nigga she cuffing'
He ain't put you on to the bitch 'cause he cuffin' ('cause he cuffin')
She ain't put you on to the nigga she cuffing (she cuffin')
He ain't put you on to the bitch 'cause he cuffin' (he cuffin', we cuffin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, dawg
Grrah

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Thomas Horton, David McDowell, Sterling Reynolds, Lukas Payne
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Believe Me

(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
Look
Yeah, yeah, youngin', uh

She say, "Believe me" (yeah)
I have a hard time trustin', my baby
She say, "Don't leave me"
But I gotta go get this money, baby (look, look)
Cell phone ring, that's another hunnid G's
I promise, soon as I get done, I'ma leave
Cell phone ring, that's another hunnid racks (Hello? Who the hell is this?)
I promise, soon as I get done, I'm comin' back, yeah

I'm on my way from Cali', me, myself, and my bungalow
Jigga, what's up witcha? I'm 'bout to bring you five hundred more
Touch down in the town, he tell me I got another show (another show)
Gotta go and get it while they still f*ckin' with me
I was him in middle school (yeah), do you remember me? (Do you remember me?)
Fourteen with fourteen hunnid stuffed up in my jeans (in the seventh grade)
I used to sweep the barbershop and kick in doors with Reem
I even worked a nine-to-five but that just wasn't me (it wasn't me)
But before I go to zero, I'll do anything (I'll do anything)
So scared to go back broke that I can't even get no sleep (yeah, yeah)
Even though that I got millions, I'm still the same young nigga
I got hustler in my blood, I'm forever nana baby (yeah)
I'm forever thankful for all of that game that she gave me (yeah)
We stood outside of Walmart, askin' for donations
In the hot blazin' sun, that was hustler 101 (look, look)

She say, "Believe me" (yeah)
I have a hard time trustin' my baby
She say, "Don't leave me"
But I gotta go get this money, baby (look, look, look)
Cell phone ring, that's another hunnid G's (youngin')
I promise, soon as I get done, I'ma leave
Cell phone ring, that's another hunnid racks (who is this?)
I promise, soon as I get done, I'm comin' back
She say, "Believe me" (yeah, yeah)
She say, "Don't leave me" (look, uh)
Cell phone ring, that's another hunnid G's (yeah)
Cell phone ring, that's another hunnid racks (Hello? Who is this?)

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Writer: Cameron Hubler, Eric Foley, Hubert Rokosz, Rod Green
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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Moving On

(Taylor Made)
(Drell's on the track)
(DJ Fizzum Fade)

Uh, I had to hit my knees and thank God for the blessings I been having
I ain't mean to sound ungrateful when I complain about the madness
You know, it always been my dream to make it with this rapping
But I been having a hard time adapting
But I know, God give his toughest battles to his toughest soldiers
Don't cry for me when the war is over
Just know I finally found that peace that I was looking for
I'm all in Houston, me and cuzzo found that drink that we was looking for
Cuz, what you doing? Let's get high or something
Fade, what is you doing? Go in the store and get me a Sprite or something
Get me a big-ass cup of ice or something
Cuz, f*ck a deuce, pour me a four, at least a five or something
'Cause I don't wanna feel nothin'
I f*ck with her because her head different
She f*ck with me because my bread different
I snatched the black out the Hellcat and I threw red in it
I left the city, 'cause the feds in it
I threw the phone, they say the feds listenin'
Who the f*ck is Wendy Williams? Keep my name from out your mentions
Already made six million, it's too late to hurt my feelings
Sometimes I feel I f*cked my life up becomin' famous
Gotta watch where I be hangin', gotta watch what I be sayin'
Ayy, rest in peace to what's her name? This rap shit super dangerous
Already cocked it back, just bang it, already cocked it back, just aim it
Look, I smoke the weed and sip the lean to take the pain out
If I wasn't high, I'd probably try and blow my brains out

Living life on the run, too many problems at once
Too stressed, can't get no rest, I'm up before the sun
I knew this day would come
Even though it's hard times, it's too late to give up now, my nigga
Keep it moving on (keep it moving, dawg)
Keep it moving on (gotta keep it moving, dawg, gotta keep it moving, dawg), yeah
Yeah, gotta keep it moving on
Keep it moving on, gotta keep it moving on (gotta keep it moving, dawg, gotta keep it moving, dawg)
Look, look, living life on the run, too many problems at once
Too stressed, can't get no rest, I'm up before the sun
I knew this day would come
Even though it's hard times, it's too late to give up now, my nigga
Keep it moving on (keep it moving, dawg)
Yeah, gotta keep it moving on
Promise to keep it moving on, yeah, mm

(Grrah, grrah-bah-bah-bah)
(Grrah-bah-bah-bah)
They hating on me or something
You know it gotta be something in the mix
Yeah, that's my boy
Yeah, man, Larry say that you ain't even the best player
Yeah, I mean don't know, you're tripping, man
What you playing with me for like that?
I don't know but
You saying that to get me crunk, though
Yeah, yeah, basically
Oh, you saying you want me to
Tell Larry you the best player in the state right now
Coach Larry, you know we good boy, you already know
I'm the best in the nation
Hahaha
Finna be number one right now

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Writer: Coby Green, Frank Gilliam III, Joel Bolds, Kendrell Mattox, Rod Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Changing

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
I know this, this gon' make you mad, uh, shit like that
This just how I feel
I'll trade all the shit I have
I be like dreamin'

I was on my way to the show and it finally hit me
I don't wanna be here no more, Lord, come and get me
No, I ain't ready to die like I'm Biggie
Just wanna jump in my car, fill it with gas, and go far and not look back
I walk in the mall with ten thousand on me (yeah)
I don't see nothing I want (yeah, yeah)
It don't excite me no more, these streets just ain't like me no more
I think it's safe to say, I finally understand my big brother
Or why he left his family and why he kept on runnin'
That shit can cause insanity when problems keep on comin'
Plus, we come from out the struggle, nobody gave us nothing
But, it's a different story for me
It seems, I got everything that I ever dreamed (yeah)
But I can't find no peace
Say he got everything he wanted
Cars, clothes, and money, but nobody I can trust in
Lord, I got a question, is Heaven real?
If so, then why you kept us here?
Uh, okay

Smiling but dying inside (we dying inside)
What if I said I was tired? (What if I said I was tired?)
Would you blame me? (Would you blame me?)
Would you hate me? (Would you hate me?)
Safe to say I'm changing (yeah)
I can feel me changing (yeah)
Say I'm changing
I'm changing (yeah, dawg, yeah, dawg)
Uh-huh
Safe to say I'm changing
Uh, it's safe to say I'm changing (yeah)
It's safe to say that I'm changing
I can feel me changing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, say I'm changing
It's safe to say that I'm changing
It's safe to say that I'm changing

I was um, wondering if I was to trade all this shit in
About how I would I look to all my family and my friends

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Writer: Rodarius Green, Thomas Horton, Hagan Lange, Patrick Yeboah
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Tombstone (Live)

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Writer: Eric Foley, Jaidyn Hullum, Jaylon Howard, Rod Green
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OMDB (Live)

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Writer: Anthony George Palman, Aubrey Drake Graham, Cedric Dormaine Hill, Chantal Kreviazuk, Noah James Shebib, Rodarius Green
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Dont Forget (Live)

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Writer: Basil Von Stietencron, Rodarius M Green, Thomas Horton
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Street Runner (Live)

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Writer: Joel Little, Lukas Payne, Rodarius M Green, Ruth Berhe, Sterling Reynolds, Thomas Horton
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SoulFly (Deluxe Version) Info:

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Performed By: Rod Wave
Released: March 26th, 2021
Year: 2021

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