Tory Lanez – What’s Luv lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
Coscto baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

Rae Sremmurd – Now That I Know lyrics

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Don’t do
EarDrummers
Don’t do
(Mike WILL Made It)

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

I don’t know what it is about these bitches
Maybe it’s me listenin’ to the radio
Kickin’ it with this good dope
That I chose to roll with these bad hoes
And I can’t complain
I came up, came up on y’all hoes and I’m not ashamed

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Two middle fingers
It ain’t nothin’ to forget you
I blocked your number, can’t call my phone
And I’m with some other bitches
She a player like me
Try to leave a nigga on E
Had to keep trippin’, OD
Bounce back to the old me
I shoulda listened to the homies
Hit it then quit it then went about my fuckin’ business
But I was fuckin’ with lil momma, that was my decision
And I don’t really listen to nobody else opinion
You tell your girls you done with me
But I know you fuck with me
Cause these other niggas inconsistent
And these other niggas ain’t Jxmmi

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
(Haha, Swae Lee)
I can’t love you
I can’t love you

Rae Sremmurd – Now That I Know

Don’t do
EarDrummers
Don’t do
(Mike WILL Made It)

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

I don’t know what it is about these bitches
Maybe it’s me listenin’ to the radio
Kickin’ it with this good dope
That I chose to roll with these bad hoes
And I can’t complain
I came up, came up on y’all hoes and I’m not ashamed

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Two middle fingers
It ain’t nothin’ to forget you
I blocked your number, can’t call my phone
And I’m with some other bitches
She a player like me
Try to leave a nigga on E
Had to keep trippin’, OD
Bounce back to the old me
I shoulda listened to the homies
Hit it then quit it then went about my fuckin’ business
But I was fuckin’ with lil momma, that was my decision
And don’t really listen to nobody else opinion
You tell your girls you’re done with me
But I know you fuck with me
‘Cause these other niggas inconsistent
And these other niggas ain’t Jxmmi

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ them hoes, that I chill with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know

J.L. – Own Thang (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro:]
Nodding like the stereotypist, man

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
(Bitch I do my own thang)

[Verse 1:]
Mobbed out lookin’ like a G
See me comin’, make you wanna cross the street
Crooks lookin’ odd by the police
Throw peace, buddy, probably gold teeth
All red, I’m yelling "Go Chiefs"
Cross that, all black, no priest
I can tell you ain’t had no ass, like cold seats
Uptight, so sleek, no sheep
For all this ink I got in my skin, I see you hatin’
Tryin’ to read it to see if it’s gang related
Must be linked in, questionin’ me "Where Mary J at?"
Oh you need it? I probably can navigate it
That’s beside the point, I’m with the team, nigga we made it
Pop the bottle, they wanna know where we play at
That ain’t [?], like what I see and hate to say it
Is you with it, the shit, or you need a payment?
Got my..

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang

[Verse 2:]
Mobbed out, fifty peeps deep
From 25th and 56th Street
Now with J’s on, bitches get deep
Tell homie don’t bring a chick he can’t keep
Got my shades on in the town low-key
Fuckin’ dope, you fuck around and OD
Oh your name gone? Don’t look around and blame me
I be coolin’ [in the RDV?]
Offend your or something? You hatin’ as if I got a beef
The image assumption you made, I take a label, you see
Woah now, slow down, Joe Brown, Judge Judy
Take your top off if you not a cop off duty
I-I-I’m a wanted man, I’m a wanted man
I am what I am, I do what I can
Guessin’ I’m a boss by the way I stand
Want a pic and a boss? I’ma get a thang

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang

Futuristic – Futuristic or Die Lyrics

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga

[Verse 1]
Futuristic or die, no lie
Nigga fuck with the gang or get hanged by your own tie
Skydive with no parachute
I dare a nigga or his crew to ever say he so fly
Did it by myself, know why?
Independent nigga with a really cold mind
Hit the goal line
When it’s showtime I show out, it’s sold out
Lyrics, everybody knows mine
Snow White don’t kiss hoes just bros
Niggas couldn’t see me even if they on they tiptoes
Crisp flow so cold that my lips froze
Never took shortcuts, niggas using CliffsNotes
Been broke for a minute should forget it
I’m living off of this music, I swear to God I’m a young Sean
WTF gang apparel had a Rocawear so I said I’m never sporting Sean John
Get it, got it, good
I ain’t in the hood
I’m riding around and I’m getting it with white friends
They see the kid, reckon that’s what I did
I swear that I get it in til the motherfucking night end
5’5 but I’m 9’6
Kids looking up to me because they see how I rhyme with it
I took my time perfected my only passion
No spazzing when I be rapping man I’m so out of my mind with it
I be going berzerk
Ya’ll suck, I bet your knees hurt
Like teen mom’s you’re so dumb
I’ve seen your ass with [?]
Could you get any weaker?
I kill shit and don’t try
It’s Futuristic or bungee jump with dental floss and die

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga

[Verse 2]
It’s Futuristic or OD
I am not your homie, nigga
The one and only so please don’t act like you know me
I’m the truth you ain’t nothing but a phony nigga
You say you cold bro show me, nigga
Your chick wanna blow me, nigga
I’ve been rising from the bottom I got ‘em
I be the hottest on top you below me, nigga
Ya’ll cracking me up
I try not to say shit
All I do is let my damn talent show
You on stage with a whole bunch of lames cuffing the mic looking like a high school talent show
Let my talent grow
I’m the one taking these hits ain’t that a bitch
Fuck the nigga who made it, most underrated
No debating, I’m slaying your operation
You so famous and I ain’t even made it, nigga
I’m not hating or maybe I am
There’s some things I just don’t understand
Elementary lyrics that you be spitting I’m not really feeling
So please tell me how the fuck you got fans
I was in the band crowd surfing in the stands
You rapping about the liquor and moving a couple grams
But I’m rapping about my life on this mic
How I do so nice so I can take care of all of my fam, nigga
Futuristic that young dude that’s making moves without a thing to lose
Pay my dues and I bang a thing or two in this fucking booth
That’s all I do
Ask about it in the future that’s all I knew
See the benefits but I do it all for you
Or die be the line and all that’s true

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga

Lil Durk – They Forgot

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang! Gang!
We started this shit nigga, they know
Niggas cross me, they know
Talkin’ I ain’t did shit for ’em, they know
Pussy niggas, I cut ’em off, bitch
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bitch Nigga
And I gave ’em cash, I’m a rich nigga
Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga
And I fuck his bitch, I give her dick nigga
Now tell ’em every reason why you sick nigga
And I’m the reason why you got them bricks nigga
Sneak dissin’, catch him by himself, ain’t got a stick with him
100 thousand jewels, I call my lil’ bitch a [?] nigga
Would say I hope you OD but I don’t jinx
Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga
Talkin’ ’bout I don’t do shit for the fam, bitch I’m from the Lam
100 here, 100 thou’
Free my niggas out the jail
I’ll never rat
50K, I drop it out the sac
Bike life
Slide on that Banchee, on lil’ Meek’s ass
Nightlife
Slide to his crib, I’ma creep his ass
Left, right
3, 4 times, I’ma beat his ass
If came with us, I swear to God we’ll leave his ass

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Niggas in Chicago [?], them niggas is lyin’
Think about fuckin’ with mine, them niggas dyin’
Bitch got me poppin’ a Perc, I took a few a slime
Free the guys doin’ real time, 22 and 9
Even though they want 1,000 pennies, niggas won’t drop a dime
They know we fuckin’ hoes in the city
Fuck with us and never call a bitch back
I’m the nigga, follow who?
Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter
Watch this shit, go and get my own
With no asking shit
Past this shit, classic shit
I might fuck a ratchet bitch
Bitch I’m me, I can fuck for free
30K to see
Bitches mad, got ’em mad at me
People hated me
Super sauce, I’m a super boss
Killas super off
Niggas hoes, niggas super salty
And I got designer, Loubs and all
Niggas straight snitches, just to lose ’em all
Nigga what, nigga who is y’all
Bernie take ’em off!
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

Lil Durk – They Forgot Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang! Gang!
We started this shit nigga, they know
Niggas cross me, they know
Talkin’ I ain’t did shit for ’em, they know
Pussy niggas, I cut ’em off, bitch
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bitch Nigga
And I gave ’em cash, I’m a rich nigga
Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga
And I fuck his bitch, I give her dick nigga
Now tell ’em every reason why you sick nigga
And I’m the reason why you got them bricks nigga
Sneak dissin’, catch him by himself, ain’t got a stick with him
100 thousand jewels, I call my lil’ bitch a [?] nigga
Would say I hope you OD but I don’t [?]
Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga
Talkin’ ’bout I don’t do shit for the fam, bitch I’m from the [?]
100 [?], 100 thou’
Free my niggas out the jail
I’ll never rat
50K, I drop it out the sac
Bike life
Slide on that Banchee, on lil’ Meek’s ass
Nightlife
Slide to his crib, I’ma creep his ass
Left, right
3, 4 times, I’ma beat his ass
If came with us, I swear to God we’ll leave his ass

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Niggas in Chicago [?], them niggas is lyin’
Think about fuckin’ with [?], them niggas dyin’
Bitch got me poppin’ a Perc, I took a few a slime
Free the guys doin’ real time, 22 and 9
Even though they won 1,000 pennies, niggas won’t drop a dime
They know we fuckin’ hoes in the city
Fuck with us and never call a bitch back
I’m the nigga, follow who?
Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter
Watch this shit, go and get my own
With no asks and shit
[?] this shit, [?] this shit
I might fuck a ratchet bitch
Bitch I’m me, I get fuck for free
30K to see
Bitches mad, got ’em mad at me
People [?]
Super sauce, I’m a super boss
Killas super off
Niggas hoes, niggas super salty
And I got designer, Loubs and all
Niggas straight snitches, just to lose ’em all
Nigga what, nigga who is y’all
Bernie take ’em off!
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

Lil Durk – Real letras

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 1]
Baby momma actin’ evil
Uncle still playin’ wit them needles
New car gas diesel
New money cash Visa
Nuski died what they believin’
Brotha muslim to my pops too
Tell ’em people (?) needy
We ain’t tryna talk no agreements
Beat my case wit the best lawyer
Told my sister I want the best for ya
Fuck a strippa go invest money
IG hoes that’s a test for ya
Devil workin’ want the best of ya
Street niggas make a mess of ya
Lil niggas put stress on ya
Yea yea yea
Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds
Bitch you know I love my son, broke my back was on the ground
Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 2]
Close homie tried to kill me
I’m just givin’ y’all that’s the real me
Real niggas gotta feel me
Station tryna they tryna wheel me
Couple big niggas tried to lift me
I got my pops so don’t try me
I got missed call from my granny
Gotta get back wit the family
Streets say I need old me
Nappy dreads off the codeine
Block niggas sellin’ dope fiend
Gold rollies to a trophy
Fuck a deal I got street money
Keep money plug keep comin’
Comin’ strong nothin’ weak to me
Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin’
In the streets wit me it ain’t nowhere
Got all of these money I’mma show it
So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

Alex Vargas – Higher Love

[Verse 1]
Have we OD’d on a good thing?
Have we run against the wall?
Is the devil in the routine?
And we don’t even know
Wanna be like in the movies
Where they run wild and free
But the devil in routine won’t let us be

[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes we make it
Only to break it
But then we let it go
[Chorus]
Cause baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love

[Verse 2]
Can we hold on to a good thing?
Can we tear down this walls?
Beat the devil in the routine
Change what we know

[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes we make it
Only to break it
But then we let it go

[Chorus]
Cause baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love

[Post-Chorus]
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love

[Bridge]
And the way it comes will carry us over
Leaps and folds, but we’re still holding on
Cause at the break of every wave there is power
And every time I feel unsure
I breathe in through your lungs and I know

[Chorus]
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love, yeah

[Chorus]
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love

Joe Budden – Freestyle

Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi’s on deck pay attention
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He’s hot headed, he’ll leave you as masses on fire
I’m the ghost rider that’ll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he’s a dope writer
If you had it written don’t you tell me that you spittin’
Imma say you bullshittin’ and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin’
Yeah, I’m 41 but you ain’t got to act dumb nigga
I ain’t got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin’ work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don’t always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don’t
Let’s lock ’em up, just slaughter ’em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils’ land when I want to war knockin’ ‘I Pray’
Could kill MC’s for like 5 days
I’m talkin’ Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump ’em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill ’em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

Verse 2: Joe Budden

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain’t Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe’s ear
So the venom is caged, I’m underpaid
I can only give ’em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it’s something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling
Got football numbers when the squad was pinched
Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went
Listen, the fame you can keep
Some niggas became sheep
But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech
All I hear is niggas talkin’ bout Game and Meek
I’m in the crib thinkin’ this entire game is meek
This shit has changed Ghost
They lowered the understanding
Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion
But you and ‘Kiss told me we gon’ make it
Say whatever you want about him he don’t fake it
You rarely see me out, I don’t be most places
In bars it’s still shit that real G’s hold sacred, yeah
That’s probably why they adore me though
Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo

Playboi Carti – Carolina Blue Lyrics

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
No ventilation, hoes stimulating on this novacane I’m making
Still searching for the one we in the Martrix
Words from the sea ?
Never gave a fuck about the ?
Muscle arms, muscle arms cooking up with baking soda
God never let my enemies get between insanity and Hova
Turning clouds into castles ? slow cameras roll
These bitches listen to us like we got mind control
Overdose my high nigga, I’m flying
By the jets shout out the sky nigga, I’m dying
I take a pound and break it down into a baby bud
Roll up a spliff, then I light it up, now take a puff
It takes concentration when I’m blazing on this elevation
Now treat your hate with my herbal medication
Yeah nigga, ?

[Outro: Sample from Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story]
You smoking reefers?
Yeah of course we are, can’t you smell it?
No Sam. I can’t
Come on Dewey! Join the party!
No Dewey! You don’t want this. Get outta here!
You know what I don’t want no hangover, I can’t get no hangover
It doesn’t give you a hangover!
Well, I get addicted to it or something?
Its not habit forming
I don’t wanna, overdose on it
You can’t OD on it!
It’s not gonna make me wanna have sex is it?
It makes sex even better
Sounds kinda expensive
Its the cheapest drug there is