J. Cole & Bas – 1 0 0 . m i l ’ Lyrics

May 20, 2021Azlyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
How come a nigga ain’t enter his prime?
Still gettin’ better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin’
Only thing I see ’em killin’ is time

[Chorus]
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind

[Verse 1]
Never peddled rock, never said a lot, only what need to be said
Got a little guap, when you get a lot, won’t no bitch leave you on read
Don’t push me, nigga, my feet on thе ledge
This game is likе follow the leader, if you looking closely enough, then you’ll see that I led
The moves that I made, the people I fed, the evil I ducked
They minds is too feeble, they lean on they crutch
I’m bleeding from fighting my demons head up
When I get defeated, believe I get up
I come from a city most niggas ain’t heard of until they popped in my first CD, now look
I’m on that Mount Rushmore, you niggas can’t front no more, bitch, I’ma reign until FEMA show up
When shots got to ringing, like freedom, I ducked
E&J fell out my cup
Them bullets fly by, that shit sober you up
I’m proud of my niggas, they never switched up
Don’t care if it’s Michael B. Jordan that’s calling my woman to fuck, she ain’t gon’ never pick up
Sadly, I can’t say the same for you niggas
A couple of dollars be changing you niggas
I pray for you niggas, but

[Pre-Chorus]
How come a nigga ain’t enter his prime?
Still gettin’ better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin’
Only thing I see them killing is time

[Chorus]
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the, uh

[Verse 2]
It’s not ’bout the money, it’s more about time
Shit makes sense when you see how I spend mine
Burst through the ceiling, I’m feeling sublime
Can’t leave the game yet, I feel like LeBron

[Chorus]
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
How come a nigga ain’t enter his prime?
Still gettin’ better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin’
Only thing I see ’em killin’ is time

[Outro]
Ooh, one hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still
One hundred mil’ and I’m still

Future Disses Lori Harvey And Namedrop Steve Garvey In Leaked Song

May 20, 2021Azlyrics

Future is alluding to Lori Harvey on a new track with 42 Dugg.

The relationship between Future and Lori Harvey, in retrospect, seems short-lived, but it was definitely one of the most high-profile matchups for both parties. The rapper who is nicknamed the ‘King of Fertility’ for his many baby mamas has always been known to date a lot of women, while Lori Harvey, to some people, seemed like the female version of him. The model who earned a reputation for dating A-listers made for an unexpected item with the “Life Is Good” rapper, but their romance was a social media muse, to say the least.

The former couple dated from 2019 to 2020, so it was just last year that Future flew Lori as well as her friends and family out to Jamaica for a birthday vacation.

The infamous photo of the two cuddling in the swimming pool at the mansion where they stayed still lives on though removed from their personal Instagram pages. While they broke up months later, and Lori Harvey has since moved on to famous Black Panther actor Michael B. Jordan, Future is still peddling the mention of his ex-girlfriend in his songs.

In a newly leaked snippet of a track with Future and rapper 42 Dugg, Lori Harvey’s former beau hints at her when he mentions her famous stepfather Steve Harvey. The lyric was enough to send fans into a frenzy on social media, most of whom are now trolling Future for still alluding to Lori Harvey more than a year after their breakup. “Tell Steve Harvey I don’t want her,” Future raps in the not-so-subtle dig.

Fans have surmised that the player may have gotten played here, and Future, who is usually ever-so cavalier about the women he’s dated, might actually be affected this time around. “Lori must’ve really hurt future. He really said ‘tell Steve Harvey ion want her’. This is my misogynistic king oo. I’m broken. I thought he was with Dess already,” one fan wrote on Twitter. “Lori you did what we wanted you to do… Thank you,” said another user on Instagram.

Steve Harvey recently said he approves of his stepdaughter’s new boyfriend Michael B. Jordan while he wasn’t too fond of her previous. Some fans believe this to be the reason for Future addressing the veteran comedian and actor on his new track. “For y’all that don’t know he’s actually throwing a shot at Steve Harvey who recently said that he likes Lori’s new boyfriend and [he] didn’t like the last boyfriend talking about Michael B and Future,” said another Twitter user.

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The leaked snippet from Future and 42 Dugg’s new song was enough to spark a conversation online that got the rapper trending. While there is no ETA out on the song just yet, we can only imagine the traction it will have already gained by the time it is released. Some fans online find the lyric laughable because with a man like Michael B. Jordan by her side. It’s almost inconceivable that Lori Harvey would even be thinking about her ex.

What do you think about Future seemingly declaring that he doesn’t want Lori Harvey after all this time?

Lori done hurt future feelings ? this man got in a song tell Steve Harvey ion want her ? tf thought he was with dess ?????

— BahsiN ?? (@Hot_Tamale27) May 20, 2021

I had to unfollow whoever liked that Future and Lori Harvey Tweet ? Cuz BABY. That’s sum real bum shit. “Tell Steve Harvey Ion want her” SHE DONT WANT YOUUUU. The delusion of it all.

— QUEENOFTAMARAN (@SimxneShawty) May 20, 2021

? Yall really gassin’ Future up for bein a lil sour puss ass n*gga?? Tell Steve Harvey iont want her that ain’t cute. He sour cuz Lori happy, just like Ciara happy now. ???? So who don’t want who?? Dafuq? #TheyBOTHUpgraded pic.twitter.com/PNDIKnptC0

— CocoNdallas (@cocoNdallas) May 20, 2021

Lori Harvey: minding her business in a totally different relationship
Future: “tell Steve Harvey ion want her”
She obviously don’t want you either Nayvadius ?

— oh (@esloque_essss) May 20, 2021

Imagine havin a current girlfriend & bein so pressed over your ex you drop a lyric "Tell Steve Harvey iont want her" about a woman that aint looked back at you ONCE & paid you nothin but literal dust since yall broke up LMAO. Future is down HORRENDOUS. Lori hurt that nigga BADD pic.twitter.com/muLiH3sqXK

— Black Girl Anime Otaku (@BlackAnimeGirl7) May 20, 2021

J. Cole – 1 0 0 . m i l ’ Lyrics

May 14, 2021Azlyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
How come a nigga ain’t enter his prime?
Still gettin’ better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin’
Only thing I see ’em killin’ is time

[Pre-Chorus]
How come a nigga ain’t enter his prime?
Still gettin’ better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin’
Only thing I see them killing is time

[Chorus]
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the grind
One hundred mil’ and I’m still on the, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
How come a nigga ain’t enter his prime?
Still gettin’ better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin’
Only thing I see ’em killin’ is time

Mund De Carlo – Farvsprog Lyrics

May 9, 2021Azlyrics

[Vers 1]
Venligt velkommen
Til et eksempel på hvor’n
Man ikke behøver stempel fra kongen på sit stencil
Gør mig selv pæn med pænsel i hånden
Min rap strakt, mine regler bøjede
Jeg komplet….ter på malertøjet
Det ballet piruet med paletten i mit farvsprog
Realisme fortolket Frid’a’Carlo
Det ik’ all’ der får
Men jeg har været artie, se hvor skarpt mine detaljer står
Surrealistisk for mig’ kunst handler om tal hvert år
Sig mig Da li’, er I til Salgvadår?
Jeg går fuldkommen Newton
Har gul, grøn, rød, blå i pulsåren så kan ikke blande mig udenom
Har I skidt – så lad min mund farve dem fra bunden tager den
Videre det kun starten på kunstarten

[Omkvæd]
Klat, nu tager mit fagfolk fat
Og farv favner bredt, de siger at
Et billede det siger så meget mere end tusind ord
Men nu er det en frisk tuds vi bruger

[Vers 2]
Vi er så mange rap Picasso’er
At man ikke kan definere raP i en kass’ ord
Ska’ jeg skære det i Pap-lo og hugge det i antik statuer
Nu får kagen sin glasur når der males metafore

Ikke sat til vægs endnu, det hænger stadig ved
På gaden, ikke til kongerigets galla på galleriet
En maler skal tage sig tid
Og ikke dyppe penslen i hvad som helst før tankerne skal fortælles på staffeliet
Vi udstiller fluen på væggen
Smækker kunsten ned før den sætter sig i vores neewsfeed og vi flueknepper
Solstrålehistorier til de ikke har mere gul i sig
Hvor er mine regnbuekiggere?
Alt på en farve fifty / fifty
I det spil der mest tabes men måske en Dag Vinci
Så Leeeonårdo kan indfri
Dine drømme du har i dag før i Morn’a’Liså vigtig, vigtig
Kan en dansk rappe
Også være canvas fantast, hvis jeg ik’ kan hva’ så?
Så maler jeg et par Jordan 7
Så fanden han kan få sko på før verden maler ham på væggen, det mit farvsprog

[Omkvæd]
Klat, nu tager mit fagfolk fat
Og farv favner bredt, de siger at
Et billede det siger så meget mere end tusind ord
Men nu er det en frisk tuds vi bruger

Bankroll Freddie – Dope Talk Lyrics (feat. 2 Chainz & Young Scooter)

April 5, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
(Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though)
Woo
Yeah
Bankroll
(TK, this money right here)
Dope boy

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Ayy, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
Nigga, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
I was middle manning bricks (Woo, woo), ayy, trying to get that dope off (Yeah)
Ayy, nigga, what that dope cost? (What it cost?)
I can get that dope off (Yeah)
Nigga, this a dope house (Huh?)
I come from a dope house (Huh?)
Smokers cleaning up the spot, they trying to get some dope now (They want that, right)
Daddy hypnotized me when he let me count that choke now (Ayy, count that up)
One foot in the game, one in the trap, I need a rope now (I’m stuck up in the trap)
And I can whip it, let it dry, and bag it, it’s gon’ float now (Right now)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
Nigga, ain’t no secret, they know Bankroll, he a dope boy (Dope boy)
I got rich off grams (Woo), but I had a plug up on that coke, boy (For real)
If you get caught, all I say is, “Bruh, don’t drop that soap, boy” (Don’t drop that soap)
And never rat on a nigga, them traits of a ho, boy (p*ssy)
Nigga, why you get up in the streets, ain’t keep it solid? (Damn)
You know what you getting into before you caught that body (Pew, pew, pew)
I’ve been getting money since ’09, ayy, boy, it’s a hobby (For real)
Bricks the color Lindsey Lohan and Miley Cyrus (That white girl)
Trap been going off every since Coronavirus
They say I dress my ass off, I’m talking thousand island (Ranch dressing)
And every other week, I profit good, sixty thousand (Sixty racks)
And I ain’t spent a rap check yet, this shit been piling (Pile it up)

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie & 2 Chainz]
Ayy, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
Nigga, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
I was middle manning bricks (Woo, woo), ayy, trying to get that dope off (Yeah)
Ayy, nigga, what that dope cost? (What it cost?)
I can get that dope off (Yeah)
Nigga, this a dope house (Huh?)
I come from a dope house (Huh?)
Smokers cleaning up the spot, they trying to get some dope now (They want that, right)
Daddy hypnotized me when he let me count that choke now (Ayy, count that up)
One foot in the game, one in the trap, I need a rope now (I’m stuck up in the trap)
And I can whip it, let it dry, and bag it, it’s gon’ float now (Right now, Tony)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bag it up and sell it (Sell it)
I’m a two-time felon (Felon)
Don’t get ahead of yourself, you might get beheaded (Brrt)
Your mama want some credit (Credit)
Head ain’t good, then I’ll forget it
And straight up out the slumpers, I proceed to wear some gaiter (Gaiters)
Ooh, wear my chain in layers, you know my roommate was some scales (Scales)

And the dope so good, I know it’s gon’ increase my sales (My sales, woo)
Pounds in my car right now and pounds in the mail (Pounds)
Last night, I had a dream like Dr. King, I found a bale (Bale)
So much money, I need a money counter and I need a chair (Chair)
I’ma be here for a couple hours, life ain’t really fair (Uh-uh)
Sell a little bag in front of Jordan tower, I ain’t really care (I’m trapping)
Fifty-five for the O now, right up on the left (Woo)

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie & Young Scooter]
Ayy, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
Nigga, this that dope talk (Dope talk)
I was middle manning bricks (Woo, woo), ayy, trying to get that dope off (Yeah)
Ayy, nigga, what that dope cost? (What it cost?)
I can get that dope off (Yeah)
Nigga, this a dope house (Huh?)
I come from a dope house (Huh?)
Smokers cleaning up the spot, they trying to get some dope now (They want that, right)
Daddy hypnotized me when he let me count that choke now (Ayy, count that up)
One foot in the game, one in the trap, I need a rope now (I’m stuck up in the trap)
And I can whip it (Yeah), let it dry, and bag it, it’s gon’ float now (Right now, yeah)

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
f*ck that show money (Show money)
I got dope money (I got dope money)
Streeter, hustler, nigga, I get fast or slow money (Yeah)
Rap the dope like mummies, distribute ’em to a junkie (Jugg)
Yeah, my money grow on trees, ooh, this gas bunkie (Bunkie)
Everyday a different jugg, I’m always up to something (I’m always up to hustling)
Cameras ’round the whole hood, see ’em before they coming (No cap)
On a Freeband marathon, paper chasin’ money (I’m on a jugg-athon)
Got to wash the cash out, we call it dirty laundry (Count up, count up)
Dripping, salute to Gucci, but me and Freddie talk chicken soup (Talk chicken)
Free Tay, he used to have the J’s rocking Louie shoes (Free Tay)
That drought dope, you gon’ lose it all if you can’t cook (Whip)
I know so much about the streets right now, I could write a book (Street)

That Girl Lay Lay – Breezy Lyrics (feat. Young Dolph)

February 27, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro]
Uh u oh on ok let’s go
Uh ooh ah ooh in ooh ooo
Let me get in my mode
Un hooo ayeee ayeee ooo, ok let’s go
Ah ooh ohhh aye ooo ooo
Let me get in my mode sang it

[Hook]
Everything is breezy
Get fresh for no reason
Switch it up switch it up switch it up
Like they do the seasons
I put the ooo in cool, uh
I put the swag in you, uh
I might bust a move
I’m bad like terrible 2’s

[Verse 1]
My block is hot like weezy
My chains got moves like breezy
Beyoncé said we on demon time so i pulled up in that demon
I buy a car every season, just because for no reason
3 million in cash money have you ever seen it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Grandma taught me how to pray before i went to bed
I didn’t go to college became a millionaire instead
I don’t got student loans but i got university bread (howard)
I was too fresh yesterday today i came out even fresher
Ima very important person that just means i’m kinda of special
I should start my own subject teach class dolph the professor
Watching cartoons while i’m eating me a payday, everyday a pay day
Watching cartoons while i’m eating me a payday, everyday a pay day
Watching cartoons while i’m eating me a payday, everyday a pay day
[Hook]

Everything is breezy
Get fresh for no reason
Switch it up switch it up switch it up
Like they do the seasons
I put the ooo in cool, uh
I put the swag in you, uh
I might bust a move
I’m bad like terrible 2’s

[Verse 2]
I might be a martian
These bug bunny jordan’s
High knees while i’m marching
I crank’ em up like a sargent
A tin hut a tin hut
Please like me get your attention
I’m the lil girl big girls won’t mention
I’m the last dance and they acting like pippen, bench’em
Might go sauce walka walka
Deez b oys old they need a walker
Mouth close cuz my diamond are the talker
Ooh drip like syrup on a waffle
Splash then i splash splash
Duckie taking a bathe bathe
Then i spaz spaz
Lil big dripper hashtag
What’s the differenc they songs are all the same
They may think they switching up they steez but no it’s all the same
No don’t put my name with all of the them because we’re not the same
If you think that that’s a shame
Plz don’t swerve in my lane
[Hook]
Everything is breezy
Get fresh for no reason
Switch it up switch it up switch it up
Like they do the seasons
I put the ooo in cool, uh
I put the swag in you, uh
I might bust a move
I’m bad like terrible 2’s

Dopetrackz – Loud Cigarello Lyrics

January 30, 2021Azlyrics

[Hook]

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up..

[Verse 1: Dopetrackz]

Gettin’ blazed blowin’ on this tension
I can show you game homie pay attention

You say there’s levels to this shit
I’m a show you a lane a different direction

Smokin’ prezidential with no election
I ain’t even flexin’ just given out lessons

And before I forget to mention
On smoke songs I’m that dude like Devin

Smokin’ swisher after swisher with my killaz
Loud lookin’ like M.J. on thriller

Pound in my chest but it ain’t no gorilla
Blowin’ in the wind but it ain’t no Katrina

Shout out to my dealer, cannabis cup winner
Stay burnin’ fire inhale born sinner

Born in the summer but I’m colder than the winter
Puttin’ rappers on my plate now you know what’s for dinner

Hold up…

[Hook]

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up..

[Verse 2: Dopetrackz]

Loud super charged like Cam-ro
Cigarello thick like bankroll

Blow the smoke in your face like an asshole
Cuz we quick to run a play like Flacco

We go hard in the paint like Randolph
My bitch look like the bitch off Scandal

We get dirty like Kyrie handle
Don’t get it? Writing on the wall, vandal

From the dirt bare feet no sandal
Life’s a game roll the dice take a gamble

Reciting verses like they comin’ out the bible
Set the mic on fire like Michael

Jordan scoring forty in the final
I’m bout to blow like a rifle on my rivals

Take the title now it’s all about survival
I’m on top gettin’ higher than the Eiffel

I’m like..

[Hook]

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up

Loud cigarello smokin’ Donatello
Got me high like the sixes on Diego

You must got a death wish smokin’ with the kid
Cuz I got that Killa

Plus I’m yak’d up drinkin’ on exclūse
The only player that can beat me on my team like Wade

And the whole team on a level
Higher than the championship banner gettin’ raised

Hold up, hold up..

Lloyd Banks – Element Of Surprise Lyrics

January 22, 2021Azlyrics

Uh, start the pay homage discussion, y’all niggas cloned me, cousin
You climbing up in the ranks, but I’m big homie punchin’
Retired three of my jerseys, Ginóbili, Tony, Duncan
Got a low tolerance lately, these nosy hoes is something
Picture me stuck in my era, a frozey pose assumption
My twenty-four’s a mamba bite, with eights I’m Kobe dunkin’
I helped you all off the strength of my heart, you owe me nothin’
They all the same, can’t tell ’em apart with Rollies frontin’
How you gon’ threaten me with relevance? I left already
Separated from entertainment, now my head is steady
The industry can SMD, I keep the letters ready
Always been disciplined, the dedication’s necessary
You gas your favorite to bait me, I’ll make a casket out him
Don’t compare me to niggas without a classic album
It don’t matter how long I’m missin’, they’ll ask about him
f*ck all that new drip, jewelry under my jacket drownin’

You want a hundred thousand dollar wrist (Like this)
Better be careful, it goes down around this bitch (One miss)
Gotta be mindful that the women out here switch (Real quick)
Don’t let ’em blind you, you’ll be out here laying stiff (Real stiff)
Handle your business, it ain’t worth you lookin’ cool (Lookin’ cool)
It won’t be funny when the dollars chasing you (Chasing you)
They drop some money on your head, you gon’ be food
If you ain’t got your shit together, think it through
Be careful, fool

Uh, planning my come up and jottin’ names is all I’ve been doing
Blame my society, it made me a horrible human
Started improving, effects of a honorable student
You’d rather be the boss of nothing than part of a movement
Shit, I’m just really getting started, Cubans over my Caesar
Jordan killed niggas with his shot, they shootin’ over his sneakers
Winning and tragedies go hand-in-hand, I know the procedure
I’m associated with dangerous niggas, no misdemeanors
Father a senior, made me a junior, I brung the third
Cocky and arrogant, they don’t respect a humble word
They put that voodoo on me, gotta overcome the curse
Serve you concussions with the rear end of my Thunderbird
Dick ridin’ is clout-chasin’, I wish them niggas dead
And a thot is the new chickenhead
A half a pound of gelato just for the clique to spread
Never had a pot to piss, now it’s lobster bisque

Chris Brown Shares Brutal Steve Harvey & Michael B. Jordan Meme

January 16, 2021Azlyrics

Chris Brown has spotted some similarities between Lori Harvey’s stepdad Steve Harvey and her new boyfriend Michael B. Jordan.

There is a saying that the only man a girl can rely on is her daddy, so it is hardly surprising that many women end up dating guys who resemble their fathers. Lori Harvey has a pretty good relationship with Steve Harvey, who formally adopted her after he married her mother, Marjorie, and it seems that her current boyfriend may have something in common with the Family Feud host.

Lori revealed earlier this week that she has a new man in her life: Black Panther star Michael B. Jordan. The pair have been spending time together over the last couple months, flying to Atlanta and Salt Lake City, but finally confirmed that there is something going on between them in an Insta post. The 24-year-post uploaded a photo in which she has an enormous grin, and PEOPLE’s Sexiest Man Alive looks set to kiss her cheek, while he also posted two photos in which the lovebirds stared into each other’s eyes intimately.

Now that the new relationship is in the public eye, Chris Brown noticed some similarities between the two guys in Lori’s life. The “Loyal” singer posted a meme of Steve and Michael side by side, and the resemblance is uncanny. “I can’t unsee it,” the meme states. When Chris’s Insta Story was shared by The Shade Room, fans commented that Lori looked to be dating her dad’s twin, while others suggested that if Breezy wanted the model, he should just come out and say it.

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Ak – Silence Is Violence Lyrics

January 13, 2021Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I need a second to reflect on what I'm seeing in the news
I see weapons intercepting, thoughts of people wearing blue
Clearly not though, hatred in their face is premeditated
We got phones recording moments, proving some law enforces are outlaws
I say some, not every cop abusing power
But look from out of perspectives and biases and think about it
The way it looks is more corruption than rebuilding
So much killing got me feeling up with feelings I've been concealing
'Cause I'm afraid to say it wrong, but f*ck it, this ain't about me
This about the people they got laying down pleading
Begging to breath, pressing they knees against they necks
Even the Devil sees this and contemplates therapy, yes
That's why they see marching in these streets
Screaming names of all the people that's are wrongfully deceased
That should never be this common at the arms of the police
Don't tell me "All Lives Matter", all your arguments are weak
Tell me how you would feel if you got pulled over and Mr. 12
Gets up out his car, he approaching and screaming loud
"Roll the f*cking windows down", If you don't then you know it's blauh
You peep the side mirror, he close and gun's already out
What to do? I don't have any clue
Never had to fear the man that wears a badge to shoot
Shit is sad but it's true, we need compassion, we do
No more victims, let the past be the last thing we have to lose
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get away from the past
Thinking 'bout a life where the hate don't last
Feel like people scared of moving forward, so attached
And what they know is wrong and some of us still get a badge
I don't wanna say I'm on, that'd be wrong
Feel like this been going on for way too long
Of course we gon' be fired up, we tired of
Seeing people have to fight for help, we've cried enough
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Silent, don't be silent
If you are, you're just as violent
They can try to keep us quiet
They can't hide from the one that's highest, no

[Verse 2]
Let me tell you what happened to me last night
I was with a few homies and had a drink around 9
At 11:30, I was try'na sleep, said "Bye"
To the guys and their parents, said I'm sober so I can drive
In the whip now, headed home, bumping unreleased shit
Good vibes on the highway, I'm feeling free then
Boom, see the lights, red and blue all over me, shit
Something ain't right but I pull off and I hear creeping
He at my window, shining light up in my face
Had aggression in his tone before I even said a thing
He said "Where you coming from? And tell me, how much did you drink?"
I told the truth, I said "A beer out a SOLO cup from a keg"
And he said "Bullshit, exit the vehicle and let's talk"
I complied and now I'm sitting on the hood of my car
Young dude probably try'na make a name as a cop
I understand the game, but I couldn't believe this at all
He takes a pen out his pocket and told me "Look at the cap"
"Austin don't take your eyes off it", I'm talking to me in my head
He started moving and I'm glued to it, I know that I've passed
He puts the pen away and said "I want you to take a few steps

Go heel to toe, count 'em out, nine forward then back"
This on 287 so there's trucks and shit flying past
Did nine flawless so I turn around and do nine back
I see my car, his behind, and now seven more behind his now
I got all these pigs around me, felt like I was on a farm
Shoulders back and chest out, I can tell they try'na look strong
One comes over, turns me around after grabbing my arm
Slaps the cuffs and does the search and finds nothing because they wrong
Still they left me in cuffs even though I did nothing
Now he walks me to his car and I'm like "Nah, bro"
I little shaky in my legs, I was nervous, I ain't faking
Started reading my Mirandas like Cosgrove
"You under arrest for D-W-I" I said "Huh?"
He said "Son, don't make me have to say it twice"
Then it hit me, at this point, I ain't even been breathalyzed
I'm in the car, he started driving, bumping Em the whole ride
He was blasting it, pull up to the station and I'm mad as shit, what's happening?
Brings me to my cell and then he slams that shit
My anger is through the f*cking roof, my dude imagine
If you sober and get pulled over and this is where it lands you at
Talking to me through the cell, pressing me to tell 'em that
I sipped more than I did, but the truth is they wasn't having it
Want me to admit shit I ain't did, 'cause they harassing me
In two hours, the breathalyzer's set up and he hands me it
I deep breath of fresh air, I exhale and waited
The results are printed, he stands there and reads it
Me mad, I can't wait 'cause he has to say it
0.00, bitch that's what I've been saying
I told you, now I'm free to go, the homie Jordan picked me up
Shit I'm on my way home and now my mind is going nuts
Moment to reflect my thoughts, I oughta openly discuss
But what I asked myself is valid so let me open up
What if I was black?
What would've went differently? Tears, I'm holding 'em back
'Cause I done told the cops the truth from the jump but they still harassed
But then I think of all the videos I've seen
And now I have a first hand experience that they would probably see and laugh
What they go through day to day is not comparable' what happened to me
And it's evident, it's true, we all got access to see
The Twitter videos they never show on actual TV
Hug the ones you love, express it while you can
Know that no one is above, we all humans at the end
Different backgrounds is a blessing, teach each others what we can
If you listen, then I love you and forever I'll be here
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get away from the past
Thinking 'bout a life where the hate don't last
Feel like people scared of moving forward, so attached
And what they know is wrong and some of us still get a badge
I don't wanna say I'm on, that'd be wrong
Feel like this been going on for way too long
Of course we gon' be fired up, we tired of
Seeing people have to fight for help, we've cried enough
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Silent, don't be silent
If you are, you're just as violent
They can try to keep us quiet
They can't hide from the one that's highest, no

Lougotcash – Give Her My Trust Lyrics

October 19, 2020Azlyrics

[Intro]
Fold like a bitch
My pockets gettin’ swole like a bitch
Let me get this bitch, my diamonds cold like a bitch

[Chorus]
Dealin’ with some shit and my heart gettin’ cold like a bitch
I was in my feelings, ’bout to fold like a bitch
Then I felt my pockets gettin’ swole like a bitch
Thought you was the one, you f*cked a whole ‘nother dick
So f*ck you ’cause my money, my money is up
So I’ma keep on runnin’ and runnin’ it up
Them niggas think they lit, they ain’t f*ckin’ with us
I thought you was my girl, why I give her my trust?

[Verse]
Bitch you ain’t shit, you ain’t never gon’ be shit
I don’t give a f*ck who you f*ck and who you sleep with
I’m the hottest nigga in the city on some street shit
I’m the illest nigga, who the f*ck is you gon’ cheat with?
You was wildin’, you was trippin’ ’bout a whole ‘nother bitch
Meanwhile you was f*ckin’ on a whole ‘nother dick
Yeah I tried to tell you you was trippin’ ’bout nothin’

Girl you had the wrong one, I was f*ckin’ her cousin
All I need is a rock ’cause I gotta get my head right
‘Bout to hit the stu, do some shows and get my bread right
Hoes lookin’ at me like a dear up in the headlights
Can’t let this shit kill me, this shit petty like leg bites
So bitch I bounced back just like Jordan in the flu games
You can’t let them bring you down ’cause they too lame
I ain’t gon’ lie, I be goin’ through my mood swings
I bounced back like the pink wheelchair, bitch I’m 2 Chainz

Olivia Swann – Salty Lyrics

May 25, 2020Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Olivia Swann]
Your day spent looking in the mirror
And pickin’ out the best Instagram filter, ha!
And are you for real?
But even then I still see ya
Pretending to be happy when none of this is real, ha!
And I know your deal

[Pre-Chorus 1: Olivia Swann]
I can’t lie
After all this time
I’m still a little salty

[Chorus: Olivia Swann]
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo oh)
I’m just a little salty
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo oh)
So call me what you’ll call me
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo oh)
I’m, I’m just a little salty
Oh, I’m just a little salty

[Verse 2: Olivia Swann]
Bitch
I know that it was you who took my Jordan 12’s
My red and blacks got you all them double taps (Oh)
And I know you’ll love this song is about you (Ooh, ooh)
So ‘Imma not say your name
(Ooh)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Olivia Swann]
And I can’t lie
After all this time
I’m still a little salty

[Chorus: Olivia Swann]
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo oh)
I’m, I’m just a little salty
I’m just a little salty
I’m just a little
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo oh)
So call me what you’ll call me
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo oh)
I’m, I’m just a little salty
Oh, I’m just a little salty
I’m just a little
Hey, so call me what you’ll call, yeah

[Bridge 1: Olivia Swann]

Oh no she didn’t, didn’t
(What’d she do, what’d she do)
Just listen, listen
Oh no she didn’t, didn’t
(Oh no she didn’t)
Just listen, ah

[Verse 3: Jane Handcock]
Why you so pissed?
Yeah you get real jealous
I tune you out and then you start yellin’
I’m with the fun, you only with the drama
I’m solid period, you hit me with that comma, yeah
Call me when you cool and get your mind right, yeah
You know when they hit me? When the time’s right, yeah
Everywhere I go it’s like a spotlight, yeah
I don’t wear a frown I ain’t never turned down

[Pre-Chorus 2: Olivia Swann]
I’mma just be real, you acting crazy
Damn, I never thought you’d do me shady
Used to be my homie, why’d you play me?
It’s amazin’
You got me salty

[Chorus: Olivia Swann]
(Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo oh, you got be lookin’ salty)
I’m just a little salty
(Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo oh, just a little salty)
So call me what you’ll call me
(Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo oh)
Oh, I’m just a little salty
So call me what you’ll call

[Outro: Olivia Swann]
Call me, call me, call me, call me
You gon’ call me what you want, baby
Just call me what you want, baby ’cause I’m just a little salty, yeah
So call me what you’ll call me, yeah

Marlo – Shot Caller Lyrics (feat. Offset & YFN Lucci)

March 3, 2020Azlyrics

[Intro: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ride ’til the wheels fall off (ride ’til the wheels fall off)

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Marlo]
PFK be the realest, no switching up
And I ain’t need no lucky charm ’cause I had luck
Really slapped mine on these niggas, I’m havin’ that fetty
We don’t do no drive-by, nigga we walk up and get it
If Thug send the word, he know I’ma go and get it, yeah
Sellin’ them bags of midget
Bro I’m sellin’ that gas, no really, yeah
And Melly sittin’ in them trenches
I pull up the Bentley, right in the trenches
I told him straight up that he the realest
And he the realest, I really did it
I sold a thousand pounds of midget in the kitchen
I really did it, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gang authentic (gang)
Head of my gang, lieutenant (hey)
Straight from the Nawf, tryna get it (Nawf)
Three young niggas, yeah we winnin’ (woo, woo)
Remember when the back end wasn’t that big but a nigga had to split it (we had to split it)
Murk in the feds, got caught with a SIG and it cost two-fifty (quarter ticket)
Ain’t no switchin’
Them my dogs, they bite, they vicious (urr, urr)
Private jet with the revolver, stay on my pivot (bah bah bah)
Pray to God ’cause I can’t get caught with this pistol (no)
Big boy missiles (missiles)
Niggas trained to kill when I whistle (hey)

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Big ball, big ballin’
I’ma big dog, lil doggy
Your bitch can’t keep her lips off me
I just can’t see myself fallin’
Can’t see myself fallin’
I’ma ball like I’m James Harden
Ball like my name Jordan
Balmain jeans on me
Uh, I’ma put some change on me
You ain’t gon’ never see where it came from
You ain’t gon’ never say where I can’t come
You ain’t gon’ never ever flame nothin’
Uh, I’ma be the same one
I ain’t gon’ never ever change nothin’
I ain’t gon’ never give the game up
We won’t let the money change us

Danny Brown – Theme Song Lyrics

October 4, 2019Azlyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah)
Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves?
But compared to me, look like he wear two left shoes (Uh)
Boy, I treat them lil’ virgins like the restroom
Take my hand and dance with the devil (Yeah)
Oh, boy, you in trouble, rattled the lion cage
Hope God strikes you down while you’re prayin’ on stage (Uh)
Jit at your burial, smoke squares at your grave
Then repent for my sins like, “God, I’m saved” (Alright)
He always forgive, later on, I forget
I had my fingers crossed, so I’m back on that shit
Catch another body ‘fore the song get mixed
The bullets is the lyrics, turn the rapper to a spirit (Yeah)
Singin’ with the angels, nigga long gone
Your song’s like bitch, a belly long, wear the thong wrong (Uh)
Nigga, I’m the wrong one to run on
My balls on her Kit-Kat, now she playin’ ping-pong (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Listen here, Little Richard, I don’t know what got into you
Did more for the game than you (Yeah)
That’s why I had to cut into ya, ya need to be checked
Lil’ niggas need to learn some respect (Alright)
When your show’s like the Rockettes, with some majorettes
Gimme a mic, and a DJ, and I’m set (Yeah)
‘Cause these bars on deck, ain’t gotta shake my ass
You the real definition of “ants in your pants”
Got a son, lil’ niggas, no child support (Yeah)
Sorta like the Bad Boys up against Jordan
But, nigga, you ain’t scorin’, not on me
Wrote this one on one knee, R.I.P. to P (Damn)
Taught me to keep it real, stand on my own (Yeah)
If I got you, rock a nigga brain with his nose bone
No time for the gimmicks (Yeah)
And I ain’t gotta lie when I say I’m independent (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas (Yeah)
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Damn)

[Outro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Alright)
(Damn)

Bas – Nirvana Lyrics

August 11, 2019Azlyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

March 16, 2019Azlyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

Dave – Streatham Lyrics

March 12, 2019Azlyrics

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
Teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time the mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to ride ’round all reckless

[Verse 1]
Stolen ‘peds, that’s Geely and Vespas
And the feds called my broski restless
Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
And everybody ’round me rowdy
I walk in, tell the jeweler, “Wow me”
If you’re talkin’ ’bout P’s just ‘low me
19, I put 19 on an Audi
I’ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
And the chest and back both bouncy
Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting
Say that man got something in common
‘Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
If you see him at a drink, cut parking
Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G’s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting’s all love and hate, ’cause a lot of man love to hate
My young G done draws and eights
Now he’s cuttin’ through bricks like the 1-1-8
And I ain’t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal
How you gassed off a note that’s purple?
Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
Two men and an angry murk
That’s war wit’ a German, Winston Churchill
It’s mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to roll ’round all stupid

[Verse 2]
Mitcham Lane, that’s Streatham and Tooting
I’m in East tryna link my girl
‘Cause I’ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
Man are dead or in jail, that’s useless
Tell a yute, “If you’ve got a brain, then use it”
Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
And I’m still tryna tell man, “Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz”
When you’re tryna make it out the ends
Friends of enemies are enemies
And enemies of enemies are friends
Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
Tell the dealer, “Need a bigger litre”
He told me he’s on me when he sees me
I barely remember why we’re beefin’

[Chorus]
But I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I’ve got peng tings givin’ me stress
Nudes in the message, put in an effort
But I don’t need a me and you
Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant

Offset – Father of 4 Lyrics

February 22, 2019Azlyrics

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

Tory Lanez – Say Ahh Freestyle Lyrics

January 3, 2019Azlyrics

[Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah

[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw

[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

November 28, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Juice WRLD – Jordan Lyrics

July 16, 2018Azlyrics

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan

[Verse 1]
I’m like woah, I’m like woah
I want you, yeah you know
That’s for sure, that’s for sure
I seen you at the door
I’m like woah, “who are you?”
You so pretty, yeah you know
I’m like woah, get a clue
Yeah I want you as my own
I’m like woah
I see you ballin’ baby
I see you ballin’ baby
I’m like ayy, I don’t do no talkin’ baby
I’m like ayy, you know you offin’ baby
Yeah you know that you offin’ baby
Yeah you hate me [?]
You know that you so gorgeous
I’ve been [?]
I would tell you the future, but I’m not trying to spoil it

[Verse 2]
You know, you know you ballin’
Your phone, you know I’m callin’
In love with you, I’m fallin’
I want to give you all me
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you gorgeous
I wanna see you in the mornin’
I’m like woah, I wanna hold you in the rain when it’s pourin’
I’m like woah, I wanna take you on the road when I’m tourin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you know that you’re scorin’
You know that you ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Wanna see you in the mornin’
You know that [?] take on tour
I wanna see you in the mornin’
You are so gorgeous

[Outro]
I’m like woah
I’m like woah, ayy
I can’t let you go
I’ma hold you close, ayy, ayy
I’m like woah

BlocBoy JB – Woah Lyrics

July 3, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro

[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’?
My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah

Fetty Wap – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

June 8, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

Lawrence Rothman – Jordan lyrics

May 25, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
I’ve lived long enough
Long enough in shame
Long enough
Long enough in shame

[Verse 1]
I live in a world that I’m not a boy or girl
I’m not alone, not human or animal
Truly would you die for me, die for me?
You know I’d die for you
Sorry, never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me

[Verse 2]
You crash into my vision like a spirit with no latitude
No need to understand anything as long as I do
For the life of me, life of me, life of me
I chose to care for you
Kinda always knew I’d found love with my best friend, Jordan

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me
There’s nothing left to say
There’s no blood left in my veins
‘Cause I’m bad for me, I’m bad for me, so bad for me

[Outro]
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Jordan (x4)

Kris Wu – 6 lyrics

May 20, 2018Azlyrics

World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
It was all a dream
Used to read word up magazine biggies thang
Nǐ hé wǒ dū kěyǐ
Wǒ fēijī fēi dào mǎdélǐ
Wǒ kāikǒu jiùshì zhìmìng yī jī
Wǒ kāikǒu nǐ yǐ zuòyǐdàibì
Ráoshé dàizhe xuánlǜ nǐ shuō 666
Ayo I invented this flow 66
The world be the kitchen
I be the chef cookin the oven steph curry them refs
No pain no gain rain the trey
Fall back and fade away triple team mvp
Call me the legacy
Wǒ chūmén yào sīrén fēijī
Chūmén yào dài rolies bvlgaris
Shōucáng de jordan zuì hǎo hézuò supreme
Only f**k with mother f**kers on the first team
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
Nǐ shǎ dào kàn bù chū wǒ de shílì
Kàn bù chū zhōngguó zài bāng nǐ juéqǐ
Nǐ yǐwéi zìjǐ bèi táotài wěiqu
Kàn bù chū rùwéi zhě gèng yǒu shílì
Kàn nǐ zhàn zài zhèlǐ diss diss chǒulòu múyàng
Yǎngài bùliǎo nǐ nèixīn rén mó gǒu yàng
Rollin eyes rollin dies doubt me twice popped me nice
And I knew to get back at once that my dream no one can slice
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Xǐnǎo de xuánlǜ xiàng zhè qīngpén dàyǔ
Wǒ xiězhe qíngxù
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Wǒmen tài duō huǒlì wǒmen dàibiǎo holy
Nǐ bù bèi kǎolǜ
Don’t fk with my s**t
Wǒ liànzi bù xián duō wǒ zhōngdiǎn cóng bù tuō
Yǒu yíhàn bùyòng shuō kàn shéi bǎ nǐ dài huǒ
Carry
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē

Tiara Thomas – Retro 1’s Lyrics

March 22, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
How do I live this sort of life
Pop champagne getting poured all night
I don’t want none of these niggas inside
Getting geeked up with a foreign dyke

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
Bitch from the hills name Lauren
[?]
And she don’t like no
Tryna be everywhere I go
Acting like she fell in love
I just took off like a dub
Shawty salty than a mug
But I just ran out of fucks
Yeaaah, you know I got it
Touching on my body
You acting naughty
I like em naughty
That extra sloppy
That ain’t gon’ stop

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
That bitch from the hood name Keisha
Brown skin and she look like Issa
[?] when I paint her face she look like Mona Lisa
Break down and roll my reefer
I want my cake and eat it
We do this every weekend
No pipe but shawty leaking
Well, you know I got it
Touching on my body
Is that your hobby?

Skizzy Mars – American Dream Lyrics

February 10, 2018Azlyrics

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, “You funny”
Laughing at my haters like, “You dummies”
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

2 Chainz – Role Model Lyrics

January 19, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro: DJ Teknikz & 2 Chainz]
See, we stacked down ’til we came up
And the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
Haha, Teknikz the muhfuckin’ DJ! Talk to em, Tit!
‘Member in school?
Teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up, you know
You know, what I look up to
I told her I wanted to be the muhfuckin’ dopeman, you feel me?

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (okay!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
As a young nigga, seen ‘em getting to the money
Told my mama, “One day I’ma be one of ‘em”
So many court dates, I’m damn near gone Sundays
Back in the day when ya safe was ya undies
And I can’t complain, I’m tryna take a plane to Onyx
Yeah I’m fly wit ya woman, I get high wit ya woman
They really can’t rap so these niggas started humming
As soon as they did, 12 start coming
You hear them drums? Give the drummer some
Nah (nah) for real, you need to give Drumma some
I looked up to the hustlas in the foreign cars
Who got that strong, Superman, that dun-ta-dun

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley (okay)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, d-boys are legendary
My Pops hustled, so do I, it’s hereditary
These niggas acting like girls, Tyler Perry stuff
Wanna get with me, I tell ‘em, “Neveruary 31st”
Under drugs, it was upstairs, say all I talk about
Is Gucci shoes, but I got more than one pair
One scale, two bales, and a cell phone
Give me two weeks, I turn this shit into the Velvet Room
Velvet rope, red carpet, inhaling smoke
Imagine getting awards just for selling dope

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Sip lean up, we drink out the gold bottles
New Vogues on Lacs like the old models
Wet paint, big feet, make it more hard
Came out the hood from a broken family
The streets was my teacher, they showed me no amnesty
Courts start attacking me, on top of that they adding fees
Stack cheese to stay up, but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard
But I’m posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills of a big man, nah, I’m a dope boy
Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my ho car

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

Gucci Mane – Dickriders Lyrics

December 22, 2017Azlyrics

[Intro]
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Proper-talking, bitch

[Hook]
A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Verse]
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa)
Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck ’em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip)
Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty)
I’m comin’ ov’, on the stove, look like I’m whippin’ rocks (skrrt)
Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie
I’m leaving now, don’t tell her why, I just tell her “Bye” (bye)
Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side)
Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s’Gucci)
It’s a lot of niggas snitchin’, lot of niggas telling lies (liar)

[Hook]
A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

Crooked I – Truth (Why U Mad) (feat. Royce 5’9″)

October 26, 2017Azlyrics

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it