Keyshia Cole Explains Why Ashanti Verzuz Was Again Canceled

Keyshia Cole offered concerned fans an explanation why her Verzuz battle with Ashanti didn’t happen.

Fans of Ashanti and Keyshia Cole will have to wait even longer for their Verzuz showdown. COVID-19 has forced the cancellation of dozens of concerts over the past year, and it seems that even virtual Verzuz battles are not immune. An announcement on the official Instagram account confirmed that the upcoming match-up between the two R&B stars that was set to take place on Saturday but has now been postponed.

“I’m so sorry the @verzuztv event didn’t happen!” Keyshia Cole wrote on Instagram. “I want you guys to kno, I really think @applemusic didn’t want to put staff/Production in danger along with @ashanti and myself. Due to the recent spike with the Corona virus …. I kno you all had get togethers and parties planned in states that were open. I’m so sorry! I love you guys, and thank you for the continued love and support over all these years!!! I BEEN READY! And I STAY READY.”

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“This has been an emotional week. In addition, as COVID-19 numbers continue to increase, safety is a top priority for us,” read the statement from the Verzuz team. “As much as we enjoy having everyone together in the same room, to protect the artists and everyone who works with us in putting the shows together, we’ll be going back to separate locations for a bit.”

Unfortunately for lovers of Keyshia and Ashanti, this is not the first time that their hopes have been put on hold. The original duel between the pair was scheduled for December 12th but had to be put on ice as the “Foolish” singer tested positive for coronavirus. Although she has recovered, it is understandable that the Verzuz organizers want to take every precaution with COVID-19 cases climbing by more than 200,000 per day.

The news of the postponement was met with much disappointment, with many on Twitter saying they no longer cared about the battle between the New York artist and the “Heaven Sent” singer. “If Ashanti and Keyshia scared to battle Verzuz just say that,” read one tweet.

Although organizers have not revealed a new date for the face-off, let’s hope that the third time’s the charm.

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Nicki Minaj Cut Tracy Chapman A 6-Figure Check In Copyright Lawsuit Settlement

Nicki Minaj and Tracy Chapman have reached a 6-figure settlement in their ongoing copyright lawsuit.

Nicki Minaj and Tracy Chapman have reached a settlement over the New York rapper’s alleged copyright infringement of one of the iconic singers’ songs. According to The Hollywood Reporter, Nicki Minaj will pay Tracy Chapman $450,000 for a remade version of her song “Baby can I hold you.” Chapman’s estate alleged that Minaj’s song “Sorry” was a derivative of the popular hit.

The settlement agreement became public on Thursday in a California federal court, which showed Chapman accepting the offer to settle. The case will no longer proceed to trial as both parties save on attorney’s costs.

The case was filed in October 2018, and the lawsuit came a couple of months after Nicki launched her album “Queen’. While ‘Sorry’ featuring Nas wasn’t on the album, Nicki allegedly leaked the song to Funkmaster Flex, a popular radio DJ, and from there, the Barbs pushed the song across socials and the internet.

According to the lawsuit, Nicki Minaj’s rep sought a license to make a derivative of Chapman’s song as she is on a list of artistes that is not to be sampled. In spite of the efforts, Chapman refused the request, but Nicki still made the song, and it got out through the leak.

While at first instance, a court found that Nicki Minaj had a fair use right to use the song in the studio to enable musical experimentation, the evidence regarding the leak and distribution of the song was in issue.

Tracy Chapman commenting about the settlement said, “I am glad to have this matter resolved and grateful for this legal outcome which affirms that artists’ rights are protected by law and should be respected by other artists.”

She added, “I was asked in this situation numerous times for permission to use my song; in each instance, politely and in a timely manner, I unequivocally said no. Apparently Ms. Minaj chose not to hear and used my composition despite my clear and express intentions.”

Chapman also said the lawsuit was a last “resort- pursued in an effort to defend myself and my work and seek protection for the creative enterprise and expression of songwriters and independent publishers like myself.”

Royal Flush – Rotten Apple Lyrics

Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Hook (2x):
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin, dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Verse 1:
As a young men, walking in these streets where my gun clean
To sell grams to chop chop make the extra ends
The ??? to make me inhale within
All the reefa that I choke don’t provoke get smoked
Half your team left buddy problem solve with coke
Treats is no joke in traces with cancer from gun smoke
Open up your eyes and realize at time fly by
What up with chulas I didn’t leave myself sometime
Staying laced up chasing absolute with crime
These streets is mine I guess I’m black and strapping by nine
Although I’m going through a lot busting cops for props
Keeping loose rocks for every fiend
I didn’t sweat to death thinking bout the seed I got to bless
Although I rest god leave some money in his chest
God bless all my people’s lying up state to death
Street stress I try to see a billion nothing less

Hook (2x):

Verse 2:
My life’s a struggle the preachers in the church know how they thug you
First they mug you by telling God that they love you
Son f*ck that, staying in the street packing heat

f*ck a TNT sweet my people’s we got to eat
Moving on a creep trying stack a million in a week
Wisely can’t even trust my man down with deep
Niggas saying showing mad love but I act like them
Not in my team we trying see nothing else but cream
Coming for Queens peace to whole boroughs doing their thing
However you last long cause you don’t go while getting blast
Never ??? shooting at these niggas getting cash
??? f*cking with this like that’s going bad
Do I live a last but my first extortion from a Arab
I got bag for all these f*cking warrants I had
Drinking Remy fast with lieutenant criminal business
Exchange coke for spinach by false move you finish

Hook (2x):

Verse 3:
For the love, money, murder and sex I push a Lex
To my death don’t sweat load down niggas holding a tech
Diamond flooded next condos top notch connect
Plush we stack cream for fiends that you never seen
Living killer queens base land niggas do their thing
Let the money built money holding on my gun keep it real
Thugs in New York talking slick talk holding your fort
While I’m throwing judges in court maintain in sport
Showing all support catching cases running through current
I stay blunted cause in these streets flush is warning

Hook (2x):

Mike Tyson’s Daughter Tried To Knockout Boosie Badazz

Mike Tyson says his daughter tried to physically fight Boosie Badazz during their interview.

Less than two months ago Boosie Badazz found himself in a tense situation after he sat down to have a conversation with Mike Tyson on his “Hotboxin’ With Mike Tyson” podcast. Tyson wasted no time in confronting the rapper about his transphobic comments about Dwyane Wade’s daughter, Zaya. It seems Tyson’s daughter also shared his aggression towards Boosie and according to Mike during a recent interview with Zab Judah, she flew all the way from New York to Los Angeles to fight him. He also said he had to calm his daughter down.

He explained that he stood up for Zaya Wade because some of his best friends could be gay and he probably just “don’t know it yet.” He continued, “That’s just who we are as human beings, I’m not saying Boosie is gay.” He said what angered him was the fact that Boosie lacked empathy. Boosie Badazz confirmed that the two had a spirited discussion in which he stated his views. He added that eventually, she walked out because they didn’t see eye to eye. Tyson added that since the confrontation he has a new respect for his daughter.

In the original interview on Tyson’s podcast on October 25, he asked Boosie, “Why do you say things about people who might be a homosexual? Why do you say that about them? Do you feel there’s a possibility that you’re a homosexual and by disrespecting them you further yourself from being a homosexual? I’m thinking you may like homosexuals.”

Boosie Badazz tried to stand his ground and replied, “I really commented on the Dwyane Wade situation because I got offended because it’s a child. That’s why I really got offended, you know. If it was a motherf***ing 19-year-old, 18-year-old, grown person, I probably wouldn’t have, I know I wouldn’t have said anything.”

Tyson then responded, “I agree with you 100 percent, me, I agree with you right, but check this out. Who the f-ck am I to say anything? What I think don’t mean a motherf-cking thing.” The conversation went viral shortly after the interview.
Dwyane Wade even thanked Tyson for standing up for him. “I actually talked to Mike about that earlier in the pandemic — we had a conversation and I appreciated it. He’s one of those people … he’s so smart, he’s so educated and knowledgeable about life and for him to drop that nugget on the world … to me, it was great to hear him say that,” Wade said. In February the Wade family came out in support for Zaya’s transition and Boosie pleaded with the basketball star on Instagram to not let Zaya “become a girl.”

In a video, he said, “Like, bruh, for real, if he gonna be gay, let him be gay. But don’t cut his d-ck off, bruh. Don’t dress him as a woman, dawg. He’s 12 years old. He’s not up there yet. He hasn’t made his final decisions yet. Don’t cut his f***ing d-ck off, Dwyane Wade.”

Check out Tyson’s comments about the interview below.

 

Public Enemy – Hannibal Lecture Lyrics

[Malcolm X]
Being here in America doesn’t make you an American
Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you wouldn’t need any legislation
You wouldn’t need any amendments to the Constitution
I don’t see any American dream, I see an American nightmare
I’m one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America

[Paris]
Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on servin ’em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, head up to the ‘View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy’s new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go
‘Bout the war and how it’s shitty that we murder for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried ’bout my family in this
I’d be murdered on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never heard from again

I began to compare it, so he could observe
When I made the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can’t ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free
And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the people confused
Damned by the media that keep ’em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders where we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats that’ll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it take
To break the motherf*ckin cycle, get the people away?
That’s why I’m fresh out of tears for ’em, all out of tears for ’em
Even though my heart goes out, what the f*ck you cryin ’bout?
Money for rebuilding but, what about home?
When the way we live is shitty where’s the love for our own?
I can’t decide it, it’s real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I’ll be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

[Outro: repeat 6X to end]
Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta {*3X*}
Save us, save us

Curly J – Star Lyrics

[Intro]
We a star a now
We pop out they know we going far now, we on now
Oh we get it, now we're on now, its going down
I pop out and they know its going down
Shawty want me all around, yeah

[Chorus]
Pop out with hundred bands
Ever since I was young I been a man
My bro higher than the f*cking ceiling fan
I been training for this you don't understand
You walk on cement I run in sand
When they say I can't I show I can
Imma get to the bag and do it again
I'm throwing these bandz like shuriken
Man I'm just getting started I might just pop out in Charlotte
Wether you like me or not imma get it regardless
These niggas think that they hot, we gonna see who get the farthest
Imma show y'all who the hardest artist out of New York
I ball like Kobe when its the 4th yea
(Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)

[Post-Chorus]
I came from the mud I came from the dirt
Just like a diamond you know what I'm worth
Just 'cause these bandz she lift up her skirt
She let me f*ck just for a purse
You say you want bars you ain't even listening
Niggas be lying he ain't even hitting it
Might hit the club just to show we lit with it
Pull out the bandz just to show we getting it
Pull out the Glock just to show the grip with it huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah
(Nah nah nah)
[Bridge]
I don't think y'all hearing me
I feel like Rod Wave I wear my heart on my sleeve

Yeah, I don't think y'all hearing me
I'm a star now, huh

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I see why she calling me
She know that I'm a star now
She know she know they know they know
That I'ma star

[Chorus]
Pop out with hundred bands
Ever since I was young I been a man
My bro higher than the f*cking ceiling fan
I been training for this you don't understand
You walk on cement I run in sand
When they say I can't I show I can
Imma get to the bag and do it again
I'm throwing these bandz like shuriken
Man I'm just getting started I might just pop out in Charlotte
Wether you like me or not imma get it regardless
These niggas think that they hot, we gonna see who get the farthest
Imma show y'all who the hardest artist out of New York
I ball like Kobe when its the 4th yea
(Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)
[Post-Chorus]
I came from the mud I came from the dirt
Just like a diamond you know what I'm worth
Just 'cause these bandz she lift up her skirt
She let me f*ck just for a purse
You say you want bars you ain't even listening
Niggas be lying he ain't even hitting it
Might hit the club just to show we lit with it
Pull out the bandz just to show we getting it
Pull out the Glock just to show the grip with it huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah
(Nah nah nah)

Kodaline – This Must Be Christmas Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ooh

[Verse 1]
It was cold in the night
On a long and dark December
And I’m drinkin’ in the local bar alone
There’s a man singin’ out
Singin’ words I can’t remember
Something ‘bout a tale of old New York

[Pre-Chorus]
Pour another whiskey for the road
‘Cause that’s the only spirit that I know

[Chorus]
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause I’m sick of the songs that the radio plays
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause there’s only so much that my body can take
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Mmm

[Verse 2]
Had a fight with some guy
‘Cause he said I kissed his sister
Might have done, I guess we’ll never know

[Pre-Chorus]
So pour another whiskey for the road
‘Cause that’s the only spirit that I know

[Chorus]
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause I’m sick of the songs that the radio plays
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause there’s only so much that my body can take
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Mmm
Singin’ oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Mmm

[Outro]
So pour another whiskey for the road
‘Cause that’s the only spirit that I know
Oh

Chris Travis – I Know Lyrics

[Intro]
You are now listening to AraabMuzik

[Verse]
Say baby, we can run the streets
I’m rolling up, herb and she kissing on my cheek
My old girl tripping she won’t let me be
She said my new bitch, made me weak
Why these niggas won’t let me be?
They mad I got bitches and my steez so unique
Since a young nigga, I practice what I preach
Better watch ya mouth ’cause you sow what you reap
Or is it reap what you sow?
I sent this shit backward ’cause I thought that you should know
See niggas nowadays just don’t have no hope
They don’t pay attention, they just going with the flow
I might have to lead them on
Just like a teasing bitch in her leggings and her draws
All my old friends need to let me go
They see a nigga getting bank they try to tag along

[Verse 2]
I’m in New York, specifically Manhattan
I’m with a bitch, we staying at the Mad Hatter
But f*ck boy my life something special
I made it far knowing I’m a down south rebel
At the bar, drinking wine, all in her ear
Feeling her head up, saying shit she wanna hear
She said she ain’t want nothing but my time
She thought a nigga pretty, shit I ain’t spend a dime
Like damn I’m thinking in my mind
I can’t f*cking leave this girl, I’ma give it time
I’ma let the heat simmer down
And f*ck her ass tonight while I still got the time
You niggas is so out of line
I got your girl at my show, the V.I.P line
Like nigga let’s be for real
A young nigga from the South, Ima keep it real

[Outro]
You are now listening to AraabMuzik

Okta Logue – Devil’s Dance Lyrics

The hours just slipped through
It feels so empty again
You look so sad in the morning light
I’d be confused, too, you’re drifting in time
Can you read in between these lines?

What’s left on the menu?
You’ve got the money to spend
You are your own favorite friend, you shine
You don’t let them fool you
But you’re frozen in time, in the ruins of ‘69

Stuck in a phone booth
You’re repeating the same drunk dials
Is there someone to hold you
When you’re hanging from bourbon skies?

Not every bitter end hides a second chance
Down the avenue of drawn-out nights

Falling off the edge, you do the devil’s dance
You’re rolling with the cool kids in town

There’s no meaning in truth at 2
It’ll change around 5, a variation of lies aligned
You got the tools to, to make it feel alright
In your own New York state of mind

Who’s left to hold you
As you’re cutting off every tie?
As cold as the Danube, in the winter of ’89

Not every bitter end hides a second chance
Down the avenue of drawn-out nights
Falling off the edge, you do the devil’s dance
You’re rolling with the cool kids in town

G-eazy – Moana Lyrics (feat. Jack Harlow)

(Zaytoven)

I don’t wanna hear about no drama
The check ain’t right if it ain’t no commas
Know she been sayin’ that she’s faithful to you
But she been lying like Osama

I miss Obama
I went to Drama’s, he got his own sauna
Better come get her ’cause your hoe on us
Got a bitch want some more, she look like Moana
Smoking on marijuana
Go ahead and roll one up
I got a whole squad, got a whole line-up
Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Uh, here I go, na-na
I know a Keisha and I know Lana
They try to get me back but I’m like no, na-na
I’m sorry, I don’t want no drama
Nah, that’s a hard no, pass
My house real big and my car go fast
In the club smoking Jack Harlow’s gas
But I’m about to do the jus’ that Carlos has
O Miami vice, ’bout to AT for it
Man, I don’t show up if they don’t pay me for it
New York party on the 18th floor
But her ass so fat that I can’t ignore it
Woo
I go crazy for it
But to ride the ride you got to be 18 for it
No games, just some foreplay before it
And the sex so good she wanna pay me for it

I don’t wanna hear about no drama
The check ain’t right if it ain’t no commas
Know she been sayin’ that she’s faithful to you

But she been lying like Osama
I miss Obama
I went to Drummer’s, he got his own sauna
Better come get her ’cause your hoe on us
Got a bitch want some more, she look like Moana
Smoking on marijuana
Go ahead and roll one up
I got a whole squad, got a whole line-up
Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Ay
Oh, you tryna put a show on?
Sippin’ on Cîroc got me so gone
And her best friend bad too
Tell me don’t mess with her like The Zohan
Wait a second, hold on
Why you still got your clothes on?
I ain’t hit the shit in so long
But once I hit it, so long
She’s soaking
Bad bitches put me in they close friends
From Sactown all the way to Oakland
I get it thumpin’, got this bitch jumpin’

I don’t wanna hear about no drama
The check ain’t right if it ain’t no commas
Know she been sayin’ that she’s faithful to you
But she been lying like Osama
I miss Obama
I went to Drummer’s, he got his own sauna
Better come get her ’cause your hoe on us
Got a bitch want some more, she look like Moana
Smoking on marijuana
Go ahead and roll one up
I got a whole squad, got a whole line-up
Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Paloma Mami – Goteo Lyrics

[Letra de “Goteo”]

[Intro]
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm
Paloma Mami (Oh)
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Feelin’ like you need a Spanish mami in your life

[Verso 1]
Pull up to the scene
Me ves al entrar, soy mucho pa’ ti (Mucho pa’ ti)
Hair and nails on fleek, toda natural desde que nací (Nací, -cí)
Un tumba’o royal, Fendi, Loui’ V
Caro para ti, pero not for me (Not for me)
Esto no lo elegí
Comin’ from New York, pues yo soy así (Eh)

[Coro]
Gota a gota, voy fly de pies a la cabeza
Gota a gota, son hundred thousand en mis prendas
Gota a gota, tasty, exótica, guanábana (Oh)
Gota a gota-ta-ta, no estoy fácil (Fácil; fácil)

[Post-Coro]
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)

[Verso 2]
Las pena’ van al mar, y todo mi dinero va para comprar (Yeah)
Mirar, pero no tocar, mis curva’ solo sirven para derrapar
Las pena’ van al mar (Pa’ allá), y todo mi dinero va para comprar (Bags)
Mirar, pero no tocar, mis curva’ solo sirven para derrapar

[Coro]
Gota a gota, voy fly de pies a la cabeza
Gota a gota, son hundred thousand en mis prendas
Gota a gota, tasty, exótica, guanábana (Oh)
Gota a gota-ta-ta, no estoy fácil (Fácil; fácil)

[Post-Coro]
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)
Yo goteo

[Outro]
To’ esto que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti
Yo goteo
To’ esto que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti
Yo goteo
To’ esto que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti
Yo goteo
To’ esto’ que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti

Tommy Lee Sparta – Di Creature Lyrics (feat. Jimbo Sparta)

Di whole a dem fraid a di creature
Mi style shot like 9 milliliter
No true mi seh Spartan angel
Mi full a stripe more than zebra
Mobay a no walk over
13 a no walk over
New York a no walk over
Jimbo tell dem a badness run bout yah

Sparta rise di conesh-ti-cof
And step out a ball a fire
Mi si when di K get out
100 man, a 100 shot a let out
Pis and go home before mi dawgs dem get out
Shot inna yo face, yo duppy mi cyaa meck out
Inn yah fi rip, mi guns dem just get out
Dem down a house no meck nobody get out
Camouflage suit and bullet proof vest out

Wi appear like Catrina
Worst than Hiroshima
Crep different place a di drena
Gun dem down inna dutty water
Chop off di head a di leader
And di 50 caliber mi call punisher
Destiny tell Stylysh bring di finisher
Left di whole a dem a fraid fi Catrina

One belly drop inna back street straight
Di AK buss and di whole place shake
Like a earth quake di neighborhood wake

Jimbo wa kind a sound di rifle just meck
DI gun weh mi buss that a custom made
Bwoy get gunshot still a shake all day
Bwoy drop a ground blood a run like lake
Mi run over dem like icen paw cake

Dem cyaa tek wi fi idiot
Sparta mi seh, wi no tek chat
Big up cray man a real G that
And mi no care which p*ssy waan pree that
Any bwoy wi a led him haffi buy block
Cunta a watch dem pon di scope top

Wi no tek program, wi no inna nothing weh dem inna
A no we that

Wi appear like Catrina
Worst than Hiroshima
Crep different place a di drena
Gun dem down inna dutty water
Chop off di head a di leader
And di 50 caliber mi call punisher
Destiny tell Stylysh bring di finisher
Left di whole a dem a fraid fi Catrina

Di whole a dem fraid a di creature
Mi style shot like 9 milliliter
No true mi seh Spartan angel
Mi full a stripe more than zebra
Mobay a no walk over
13 a no walk over
New York a no walk over
Jimbo tell dem a badness run bout yah

Sparta rise di conesh-ti-cof
And step out a ball a fire
Mi si when di K get out
100 man, a 100 shot a let out
Pis and go home before mi dawgs dem get out
Shot inna yo face, yo duppy mi cyaa meck out
Inn yah fi rip, mi guns dem just get out
Dem down a house no meck nobody get out
Camouflage suit and bullet proof vest out

Quando Rondo – Who Died Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
Don’t know me
Oh, no, no

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Verse]
They gon’ call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don’t get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Outro]
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
Broke ass nigga

Joyner Lucas – The War Lyrics

Play this song

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I used to make love to a down-ass trick, you could bend her backwards (Woo)
I don’t need much but a badass bitch and a Netflix password (Hey)
I know that I’m comin’ home late, but fuck it, what we gon’ do after?
I’m tryna get head today, go to work like you got rent to pay
She a daddy’s girl, like Reginae (Ah)
I paid my dues, I ain’t gon’ lose (Word)
Hit ’em with the hand, the Deebo
All of you birds is Dan DeVito
I’ma die a legend like Dan Marino
I just blew a check at the damn casino
Stroll through life like I ain’t got rules
You think I ain’t shit if I ain’t got you
But how you gon’ walk if you ain’t got shoes? Ayy
Shawty shootin’ bullets from the Pontiac (Buh)
She a ventilatin’ hypochondriac (Hey)
She just wanna know where the Molly at (Woo)
I just wanna know where the party at (Woah)
I’ma leave your ass where I got you at (Gang)
Damn, you done let the dog off the leash
Can’t talk to me, now I’m harder to reach
You don’t belong to me, you belong to the streets (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got a Rolls, a pink Chanel, like RIP Prodigy (Prodigy)
Even when I’m just in at the spot, my wrist is a forty (Forty)
I’m in New York with five hundred sticks and we sell ’em two thousand apiece (Apiece)
A hundo for privates, yeah, land in Hawaii, my bitches in Honolulu (Yeah)
I hopped off a jet and I land in Dubai
Look like she got red contact in her eyes (Hop off a jet)
I’m ’bout to ride, you know you can slide
‘Bout to ride, but I don’t do lie
Want your body like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)
Hypnotize the jeweler with these diamonds (Yeah)
Takin’ mine, yeah, that’s an honor (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck with you, but this one done, yeah

[Bridge: Joyner Lucas]
And all my life, I just wanted to be me, babe (Oh, yeah)
And all my life I just wanted to be free (Oh)
Said all them nights spent together, we would stay up ’til forever
You act like you don’t remember, but I do (Oh-oh)
And that’s alright ’cause I know what it’s gon’ be, babe (Oh)
Said, “That’s alright, I found someone else for me” (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
So when you see us out together, please act like I never met you (Oh)
I just thought that I should let you know that

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Mally Mall

Lucio Corsi – La Lucertola Lyrics

La lucertola firmò un accordo con le case, c’era scritto:
Noi case di pietre del campo ci impegniamo a raccogliere il sole e ci trasformiamo in una specie di sabbia per queste lucertole senza una spiaggia
Lucertola verde inseguita dai cani, che non sanno con chi stanno giocando, che non sei nata ieri per caso, sei un vecchio serpente che si trasforma in drago
Poi il drago si perderà nel profondo del cielo, nell’abisso, nella spina dorsale, nelle fogne di New York dove comanda il Coccodrillo cieco

Non si sa se si nasconde nel lago dell’accesa
Dove l’acqua è senza onde ma il riflesso t’acceca
Non si sa se si nasconde nel lago dell’accesa
Perché l’acqua è senza onde ma il riflesso t’acceca

E poi voi mi direte “Ma che delusione, i draghi noi li volevamo più grandi, più cattivi, più brutti, volanti”, ma vedrai che si son dovuti adeguare, prima c’era più spazio sia in cielo che in terra, ma via, ora è tutto un negozio è tutta una pizzeria

New Trolls – America Ok Lyrics

In aereo sopra New York city cantando Singing in the rain
Ma che colore hanno i miti vivi con gusto se li hai
America OK
Arance della California ne mangi una su una Buick
Son sogni fatti per l’insonnia i sogni in Tecnicolor Fruit
America OK
Oh yeah America OK

Io studio solo all’Actor’s Studio per questo qui non studio mai
Ascolto solamente radio con voce American DJ
Invidio i negri che son nati in Luisiana a stelle e a strisce vestirei
Sono nato per errore fuori dai confini tuoi

Dove sei USA
Dove sei USA
Dove sei

Scivolando sopra un’onda gigantesca con il surf
Nello spazio in una sonda sopra il ghiaccio col windsurf
America OK Oh yeah
Ascolto solo dischi funky e qualche inglese che fa il rock
Le voci blues dei negri bianchi io vivo dentro un mondo rock
.

Prodigy – Stronger Lyrics

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain (Uh-huh)
Inflicted again (And again and again and again) and again
What do they call me? (Know my name, bitch)
My name is Str-Strong (Uh-huh)
Strong (Yeah, ayo)

[Verse 1]
The moonlight shines on the New York skyline
Midtown is lit up, the city is mine
As I drive across Queensbridge, I see it clearly
From my P.O.V. (What do they), this is fact not theory
Yeah, that rapper got money
But that rapper can’t walk through this concrete jungle ’cause he doin’ it wrong
New York belongs to Don P
You could have the rest of the world, I’m good (Strong) with these streets
Skyscrapers and housin’ buildings
I know about London but I prefer Brooklyn
I know about Marseilles but I prefer Queens
And while you hire cops (What do they), I prefer my team
I got a powerful army, it’s no need for a gun
You want hardcore rap? You f**kin with the right one
This is maximum strength, there’s no need for drugs
You want reality rap, homie, you got the right one
I’m

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, (You know what?) Strong

[Verse 2]
Maybe once every tangerine moon I’ll be in the mood to paint the town red with your corpuscles
And plasma, some violent art
These thoughts in the corners (What do they) of my mind are dark
But then the Times Square lights, they switch my whole attitude
Reminds me of billions, that loot
I must persist, I must pursue
The rest of my success (Strong), I am not through
They tried to put my run to an end
But as sure as the point on the state buildin’
I stand tall, wipe the dirt off my clothes when I fall down (What do they), I’m way too strong
This is my town, my subways and sidewalks
I done ran through these gutters like a tunnel rat, pah’
Waist deep, inside of the shit
In the midst of the action where people get hit, look

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, Strong

[Prodigy]
Yeah
You ain’t never been touched means you don’t participate
Within the f**kery, you stay comfortably distant, from pain infliction
Meanwhile I’m (What do they) flirtin’ with Death
She put her lipstick on the collar of my shirt, next to my jugular
I ain’t tryin’ to keep her, I just wanna f**k her
When I pass through I’m too committed to life
She a bitch but I love her refuse to (Strong) part from her
I’m destiny’s child, I survived it all
The most high got a special plan just for me
My table is set,with cake for days
I’m a lil’ bit late but (What do they) it’s okay
My future’s so bright that I gotta wear shades
I follow in the footsteps of LL Cool J
50 and P. Diddy, my relentless drive
To thrive and prosper, made (Strong) me

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again, and again
What do they call me?
My name, is Str-Strong, Strong
What do they
Strong

Mir Fontane – New Friends Lyrics (feat. Kodie Shane)

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

Cuban Doll – Amazin Lyrics

Play this song

Let me do a rap bitch greezy
I’ll drop a bag make the shit real easy
Labels got ’em thinking they can be me
I was in the trap with my nigga yella beezy
Tell a nigga eat me, please me
Flexing on a bitch like my name is Nicki
I’ll walk a bitch like you walk a dog
I’ll never see my haters in the mall
Standing up in it, might be too tall
I dropped the shit got em pissed off
You little hoes can get pissed on
Got em all on my drip I’m the shit now
I been poppin shit hoe sit down
Ice all on my neck and my wrist now
I got that shit that’s gon make him go brazy
He wanna fuck with a bitch that’s amazing

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Hey, yeah the lil bitch amazing
Her tricks amazing she swallow and taste it
Hey, I got this bitch going crazy
Fuck till she lazy, skeet out my babies
I fuck this bitch on a daily
Nigga don’t play me better act swazee
Hey, I stay where the houses are gated
Nigga don’t play me I don’t got patience
Hey, Cuban Doll you a cutie doll
Come screw me doll, come do it
I like ya booty large, you a cutie doll
So come move it doll, that booty
Hey, I make her bust like an uzi
When I step in the club all the bad bitches choosing
I leave all these bitches clueless
I spent about 30k up on my toothfes

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Thumb through the cash every season
This shit ain’t hard cuz I make it look easy
Smoking biscotti I don’t want no diesel
Rack that shit up, do the shit for my people
We in New York toting them guns like they legal
We get em wacked and I don’t need a reason
Soon as I fuck pull my pants up I’m leaving
She keep her dick in her mouth like she teething
Hold up bitch I can do nothing basic
Pussy so wet it’s contagious
I left her dripping and shaking
Fucked her one time I can’t go on no dates
Diamonds they wet like a lake
I’m bout to cop me the crib with the pool and the gate
YSL lit and we having our way
I make it rain and they gone need a shovel
Can’t stand the rain need to bring an umbrella
I hit her earlier iced out her bezel
I’m not her pimp but she do what I tell her
Use to be broke, but I racked that shit up
Look at me now I done filled up my schedule
I cannot go nowhere with out the metal
Got bad bitches all on my line I got several

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

My bitch finna leave ain’t no better man
At 18 I was posted up magic back then on my moms
They was calling me weatherman
Stay in through the day then head out around 10
And I’m working like letterman
Want my bitch nigga go head and get her then
You be luck if you could talk to her friend
Treat that bitch like a queen just to get in her spleen
I’m a dog, I’m a dick we the Taliban
Ain’t no checking the artist we walk in the spot
So most likely I’m toting the contraband
I’m lil mouse bitch I’m all about hella bands
Ak sit on my belt like the gilidan
Free my bros out of prison, 4 boats round his chest strapped
Look like the michellin man. Boat

Dave East – Need a Sign Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
If you ask me, since Harlem, our family’s always been like
It’s been the best of times, it was the worst of times (Worst)
I needed a sign
2008, my mother passes away (RIP)
I’m at rock bottom
Dave’s with me through my mother’s situation (Yeah, I was)
But he’s still playin’ basketball, he’s doing his thing (Yeah, I was)
Two years later, he gives me a call
He’s hit rock bottom (Yeah, I did)
He’s gettin’ kicked out of school
He has another dream: to rap
He tells me he needs to come back to New York
And if he has this opportunity, he’s gonna make it
I knew I was already strugglin’, I didn’t even want him to come back
And be in the streets, I didn’t want him to get into any bullshit
We didn’t really have much, na’mean? We were just together
All we had was each other and his dream
I look back now, I think of 6E, that front door (Pals)
Right by the staircase, perfect place, that back room I grew up in
He’s been such an inspiration to so many
People see the grind and the pain, the struggle he’s gone through (Right)
That we’ve been through (Right)
But this is for everybody out there (Yeah, it is)
Lookin’, thinkin’, dreamin’, everybody needs a sign (Yeah, they do)
Sometimes you can’t see it yourself
You need a sign, need some help

[Verse 1: Dave East]
We know we guilty but we gon’ act like we innocent (On God)
My Glock was filthy, need disinfectant to get it in (Oh, God)
My grandpops was an immigrant, never a citizen (Never)
They expect me to vote, told my mother, I needed Ritalin (Crazy)
Was born crazy, (Lost) I never felt like I was normal (Never)
The sun shine bright after it rain, that’s what the storm do (Right)
Roll a blunt and wish I could trade places with Freaky (Malik)
Until I sit and realize my daughter really need me (On God)
I had to cut ties with my closest, niggas is greedy (Greedy)
You can see the pain in my eyes as soon as you see me (Look)
Aladdin had me tryna make wishes, wasn’t no genies (None)
Halal if I was talkin’ bout lambs, no Lamborghinis (None)
We was really starvin’, in my aunty crib hearin’ Marvin
Had to travel the world to realize nowhere like Harlem (Nowhere)
I tried to keep my distance from niggas that’s scared of problems (Scared)
Them niggas realize you food, then anywhere, they’ll rob him (Anywhere)
You ever tuck in your jewelry? Then you don’t need to shine (You don’t need it)
All the money in the world won’t bring you peace of mind (Nope)
All them chains don’t matter, they hate to see you shine
Was lost, prayin’ to God, beggin’ him, like, “I need a sign” (I need one)
Show me how to do it when ain’t nothin’ workin’ (Workin’)
I just hope that I don’t shoot if we meet up in person (God)
Now they ask my feature price, they never wanted verses (God)
Now I live a different life, can’t see my mother workin’ (On God)
Should I rob ’em? Should I shoot ’em? I just need a sign (I need one)
You know I’ve been goin’ through it, just give me a sign (Don’t blow it)
I promise we all could do it, I just need some time (I promise)
Should I continue with this music? Just give me a sign (Tell)
Thinkin’ ’bout the day when I won’t need to rhyme
She tryna lie on me or she love me? I just need a sign (I needed one)
I close my eyes and pray, like, “I just need a sign” (Pray)
I listen to what you tell me, I can’t read your mind

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
I need a sign, I need to blind ’em, eh
Before the diamonds
Though I’ve been live, I set my timin’, eh
Ain’t no silver lining
They can’t control me, fuck your controllers
Lost in the sofa least every mornin’
I’m takin’ over, fuck these emotions, all the signs
Hey, niggas callin’ like we homies now, not
I bet they stop with all that trollin’ now, blocked
Made that rooftop into a floor for now, it’s a sign
Now it’s Rolls when we rollin’ out, drop
Fuck a lease, I gotta buy the block, block
Fuck them people, there’s a bottom line, no need to sign

[Verse 2: Dave East]
My man died before we talked, ain’t get to speak in time
Them grams had them smokers lookin’ like a sneaker line
My little man don’t wanna rumble, so he keep a 9
Not breakin’ it down, keepin’ this pot, shit, this peace of mind
I’m on my daughter, across the water, I hope she don’t see no crime
There’s problems, I pull up on the bike, I’m on Deebo time
I tried to ask my father to help me, told me, “I need to grind”
Your funeral packed, but you dead, can’t even see the line
I hope I see the signs
It break your heart when a youngin’ dyin’, he was nine
They say he stop, but we speedin’, so we don’t see the sign
Feel like a war goin’ on when all your people dyin’
Niggas is numb and they gon’ act like they don’t see you cryin’
You got a chance to get outta here, we don’t need you ridin’
He just need a sign (He just need a sign)
Nobody keep it real with him, he tired of people lyin’
He sick of lightin’ up candles, too many people dyin’
Knowin’ you might get up out the hood, that shit’ll keep you tryin’
I’m used to the jungle, nigga, I been a lion
Walk in the booth, kill everything, even my pen is dyin’
That shit they tried to teach in school, we ain’t consider science
You a sucker if you give up, too many niggas tryin’
Pocket watchin’, you focused on what your nigga buyin’
Pocket watchin’, you focused on what your nigga buyin’

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
I need a sign, I need to blind ’em, eh
Before the diamonds
Though I’ve been live, I set my timing, eh
Ain’t no silver lining
They can’t control me, fuck your controllers
Lost in the sofa least every morning
I’m takin’ over, fuck these emotions, all the signs
Hey, niggas callin’ like we homies now, not
I bet they stop with all that trollin’ now, blocked
Made that rooftop into a floor for now, it’s a sign
Now it’s Rolls when we rollin’ out, drop
Fuck a lease, I gotta buy the block, block
Fuck them people, there’s a bottom line, no need to sign, yeah, yeah

Kevin Gates – Icebox Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Shit
Yeah, I’m feelin’ like that
I’m in New York right now, you heard?
I’m a different kinda animal when I’m up here (I’m a silverback)
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

[Interlude]
A’ight, I’ma get it all out right here, you heard me?
This my healing process, you know what I’m sayin’?
I’m pressured

[Verse 1]
First time I ever been disappointed, think it came from my mother
I subconsciously engage in things that’s makin’ me suffer
And this in turn has an effect on how I deal with a woman
I try to turn ’em against their family just to prove that they love me
I put that iron on your cousin, I put that iron on your brother
And when they draw the chalk line, pretend that I don’t know nothin’
I’m not the one to cross now, I ain’t retire from thuggin’
Observe that I’m a boss now, I mail it out and say, “Fuck it”
Then slim, you won’t get walked down, if you survivin’, you lucky
You survivin’, you lucky, you survivin’, you lucky

[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

[Verse 2]
Why I’m supposed to be givin’ a fuck, lil’ bitch? Uh, let me calm down
Heard your opinion and I’m not givin’ a shit, I’m really up now
In the H I went to Emit and got the pendant bust down
Talkin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to the kid, I’m out here shinin’, what now?
Applyin’ the pressure, she beggin’ to get my attention, but ain’t no love now
Say you fuckin’ with someone that fit my description, but it ain’t workin’ out
Personal trainin’ when I used to hit it, whip up and work it out
I’m really for certain now, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I am)
My insecurity wiped out, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I know)

[Interlude]
When you find someone seekin’ acceptance, that’s dangerous
‘Cause they’re not just seekin’ acceptance from you, they seek acceptance wherever they can get it from
Even the opposition, yes, Lord

[Chorus]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

[Outro]
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Lil Tecca – Amigo Lyrics

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[Intro]
I like this song
We love you, Tecca
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 1]
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin’ up
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin’ pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us?
And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin’ for attention, you ain’t really poppin’
And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon’ pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin’
If he talkin’ bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin’
All these niggas gon’ be fake, real man, I know how to start it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 2]
And you fell in love, that’s your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin’ off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That’s like cryin’ on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

Dreamville – PTSD Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Mereba]
Used to bend for me like the steel of a hatchback
You was there for Q like a fourth grade class fact
Q was in for me, never needed to ask that
PTSD, now I’m having a flashback
Told me I’m sweet, can’t sleep in the trap trap
Enemy, envy, make the strap go brrat brrat
You the missing piece, no peace when I sleep now
Used to practice peace, finna sleep with the piece now
Know I’ma miss you long as I’m alive
You said you need to call me, be sure I tried
I wish I didn’t have a song to write
I know you probably follow me with your light

[Verse 2: Deante’ Hitchcock]
My mama told me faith is all that I need
And back in the day I would’ve agreed, but now it’s hard to believe
I still do not, ’cause I want, ’cause I need to
Believe in something greater than me without being able to see it
So fuck a watch, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Nobody knows my sorrow, nobody knows about the trouble I seen
A lot of dead niggas livin’ through me, shawty, but not in the literal
Most ’em dead ’cause they ain’t follow they dream
The power of a higher entity entered me
Mentally, physically, spiritually, I’m on a whole different energy
Fuck the world, but I need you to remember me
I had doubt in myself ’cause I used to fear that you would look at me differently
If I ever changed, I’m numb to it now, I don’t feel the same
A slave to the feeling, I’m breaking the chains
Tryna balance out the joy, the pain, the sun, the rain
My life and the fame, done lost the game
The gift, the shame, my skin, my veins
My soul done rained so much on my heart
Really I don’t know where to start
The irony of finding self in the dark
My nigga, truthfully, feel like it’s two of me, I should’ve been on that ark
A love-hate relationship with my thoughts, I’m tryna shine in my own light
The realest nigga left in my own right
Helping you with your vices but can’t seem to get a grip on my own life, yeah

[Verse 3: Omen]
I was on my way down, breakdowns, breakthroughs
Spit up out my debut, gotta say I stay true
Maybe why I stayed broke, I been on a goose chase
Gotta swallow pride when they see me, how the truth taste?
Off the beaten path like Blueface
On the North Side, had to be a Tuesday
Walkin’ slow with your kids on a school day
Way past midnight suddenly my mood change
That’s when the truth came, in New York hearing rumors
My sister was homeless, convinced her to often
Been years since we talked, number changed
Saw you and my heart broke in a couple ways
I can’t believe when I seen you, I knew shit was true
Stared in your eyes and I saw a different you
Skated off fast ‘fore I could address it
Hope I ran into you ‘fore we both get to Heaven

[Refrain: St. Beauty]
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light, ayy

[Outro: Buddy]
Yeah, hahahaha
We just kickin’ it, you know, ayy, woah
I’m here with all my friends
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what?
And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
(Ayy, that shit sound tight)
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what?
And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? What?
And the hoes

G-Eazy – Bang Lyrics

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[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Why so serious? I’m never fuckin’ around
These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin’ the ground
Plane Jane Patek I’m never bustin’ it down
Flagrant as fuck, I’m never toning it down (Yeah)
Oh, you big mad?
Why you chasin’ a chick that I been had?
Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that
Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
Believe me, my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee)

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Winners win)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (Yeah)
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (Woo)
It’s game time, put me in, I’m suited up
Bitch, I’m good enough (Yeah), I don’t need the luck (Yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
The proof’s in the income, I ain’t gotta prove it (No)
She got a man, nigga, I ain’t stupid
But the way you work that body, you gon’ have to lose it
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (Yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (Ayy)

[Chorus: Tyga]
I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Ayy)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains (Big dog)
And I need a super freak like Rick James (Ayy)
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang (Come on)
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh my god, I’m so pricey
Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
When she throw it back, she like, “Papi, don’t bite me”
Yeah, make her bend down
She ‘gon let me clip when I’m in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
10k a month, Hell’s Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)
L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
I’m international, not local
A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain’t talkin’ bags, then I’m antisocial, be gone

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

Vampire Weekend – Jerusalem, New York, Berlin Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
Three stones on a mountain
Three small holes in a field
You’ve given me the big dream
But you can’t make it real

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose, but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

[Verse 2]
A hundred years or more
It feels like such a dream
An endless conversation since 1917
Now the battery is too hot
It’s burning up in its tray
Young marriages are melting
And dying where they lay

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

[Verse 3]
Our tongues will fall so still
Our teeth will all decay
A minute feels much longer
With nothing left to say
So let them win the battle
But don’t let them restart
That genocidal feeling
That beats in every heart

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

P!nk – 90 Days Lyrics

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[Intro: P!nk]
No-no-no, no-no-no, no
Hey
No-no-no, no-no-no, no

[Verse 1: P!nk]
We’re driving in a black car
And it’s blacked out and we’re spinnin’
We’re listening to “Fast Car”
And you’re driving fast and you’re singin’
Don’t wanna tell you what I’m feelin’
Don’t want this night to hit a ceiling
I’m wearing dirty white shoes
A white t-shirt and your jacket
I’m laughing, but I’m lying
When you’re smiling, I’m the saddest
I hide my face so you don’t see it
I think out loud, hope you don’t hear it

[Pre-Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
It’s going on 18 months now
And it’s fucked up, but I’m falling
I feel it every day now
But I’m stallin’, but I’m stallin’
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly

[Verse 2: Wrabel]
I get up, turn the lights out
And it’s four o’clock in the morning
I close my eyes, I can’t sleep
A hotel room in New York, and
I feel the space that’s in between us
Convince myself that this is real love

[Pre-Chorus: Wrabel & P!nk, Wrabel]
‘Cause you made this shit so easy
And I told you my secrets
So I don’t know why I’m tongue tied
At the wrong time when I need this
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly

[Bridge: P!nk & Wrabel]
I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I
Ooh, no
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ all night
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ all night

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel, P!nk]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
(Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break (Gotta break)
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
(Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly

Dreezy – Play Wit Ya Lyrics

[Intro]
Day trip took it to 10

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 1]
In the A, have 40 inches
Head-to-toe, it get expensive (Cash)
Carter lenses for my vision (Barney)
I see you fake niggas pretending (Rats)
You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)
Your hoe come ’round and get litty (He lit)
President of the bad bitches (Grrat)
They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)
Get fishing on jail, dripping on [?]
Rocking some shit that I can’t even spell
Louis my shell, blue money trail
My F for Fendy, you F is for fail
[?] like soldier
Pop off your top like Corona (Pop)
Motor sound like it’s a polar
Ice on a choker, my bitch look older
She shakin’ ass like she came from Illinois (Shake that ass)
He a dog, I like paw
I ain’t fine at all (No)
I just tear down the mall (Take that shit)
Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)
Shit on you like a star, ugh
We the youngest involved
That’s my voice, need a hold

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 2]
Can’t wait for a minute, impatient, go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching, ugh
Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins, they think I’m gettin’ it printed (Nah, I ain’t)
I came with them racks, you dig? (What’s up?)
This OG, you’re smoking on med (Look here)
Still living in your momma crib
You can’t even come for the kids
Smoke ’em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walk in, you just bleed, want some [?] (Yeah)
I’m in that Ghost, you can say the whip hunnid
I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)
Just spend like 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil’ birdies
Bought out diamond district
I’m up in New York, my [?] racks
Speakin’ out facts (Turnt)
I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)
I used to juggin’ up x (Runnin’)
Now, I’m [?] relax, ugh
I’m eatin’ spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that [?] back to back (Skrt)
Have this hair lookin’ like cataracts (I’m high)
I’m in the club throwin’ up that kind of racks (Racks)

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

Eamon – Born and Bred Lyrics

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

The fifth borough, late night on the corner, mob ties, everybody’s gotta line of order
Wu-Tang shout when the party jump off
Staten Island struggle on the bridge bodies jump off
It’s a whole new world. Everybody see the pain, little boy, little girl
Sunday dinner, old school thinker, everybody know the code when the feds linger

It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

Ooh tell me where you get a better slice
Where you get a piece of the pie that’s realer than the apple
The last borough to hold the yuppies off, when you mingle with the people then you feel the old New York
Jesus Christ, will You save this island
I stopped counting how many kids I grew up with are dead forever or dads locked up in penitentiaries doing dimes or better

It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

Jaden Smith – FALLEN Part 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
Look at yours, it’s alright
I just wanna hold you tight girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine

[Verse 1]
Remember the time, when our hips were tight
You’re my reminder, I need to find
Girl we came so close
I still got your clothes sitting in my room
While I play this music
You’re not my girl no more, let the rain just pour
While I lay here and listen to music
Staring at the city lights on the bright side
You found another guy, just hope you’re alright
Sure you’ll be alright, prolly hold you tight
Don’t you worry bout how I feel tonight
Girl tomorrow I’ll catch another flight
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
I don’t wanna cry, don’t want butterflies
Girl, you gotta fly, said I love you, and I didn’t lie

[Verse 2]
You’re all I know
I still got your poems hanging in my room
While I play this music
I can’t find you at home, at least I know you’re gone
Summer’s chasing away, and now your’re losing
Staring at the city lights on the bright side
I don’t wanna see you on the edge
You found another guy, just hope you’re alright
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Sure you’ll be alright, prolly hold you tight
Baby girl, this love is not a game
Don’t you worry bout how I feel tonight
Girl tomorrow I’ll catch another flight
Baby girl this love is not a game
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
Life and death are really not the same
Tryna make it right, tryna make a life
Tryna butterfly, said you gotta fly
You know

[Verse 3]
Harsh reality, soul fatality
Heart capacity, couldn’t handle your audacity
Often they laugh at me, sweet tooth flow causing a cavity
So I floss on these jokers, gotta call when they consult me
An my wrist on water like the faucet attached to me
We a monster, a masterpiece
Just because this is our current situation
Doesn’t mean this is how it has to be
Things changes drastically, you was acting dramatic
I was sitting here passively, contemplating my actions
I’m in the state where I really feel like we never happened
All I have is my raps and these crumpled poems in trash cans
In the back of your mom’s house with the stairways in them New York apartments
When I said I was the hardest, girl, those times were the darkest
You gave me the magic, a goddess, with all that Harry Potter shit
I hope one day you just stop and acknowledge this
I put my jacket down for you in the rain, that’s only common sense
I try to fix all your problems even when I ain’t cause ’em
And we working with our egos and we know that’s colossal
And then we’ll brush our love out the dust of the hills, like a fossil
I promise, Mazel Tov for the commas
At least my apologies aren’t as part of my partners
When we just tryna get it popping
Never did get that semester in college
But I told professor this my synopsis

[Bridge]
I don’t wanna se you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m stalling
I don’t know why you still opaque, can’t you see I’ve been calling
I dont wanna see you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m stalling
I know you still play with me

[Outro]
Girl I’m rolling in the Hills, too focused on the mils
Wrote a poem bout a chandelier, sunset gleaming on the rings girl We can go do a lot of thing, and me and you got a lot of dreams
Bottles in the East, and my legs are getting weak
We can make it really brief, just so we can get a-
Girl we need some sleep, you’re the one I wanna see