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  • 2 Chainz – NCAA Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Honorable C.N.O.T.E

    [Verse 1]
    Who me?
    I take this open beat (Yeah)
    I smoke myself to sleep (Alright)
    Got myself for free, yeah, ayy
    Made a lift right off the street, yeah, yeah
    This shit here gettin’ deep, yeah, yeah
    I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
    My nigga said, “Fool, that’s the ocean,” yeah
    I use good pussy like it’s lotion, yeah, uh
    I shoot a nigga for promotion, yeah
    Drop my album off the court and make ’em post it, yeah, uh
    I told you trappin’ is a sport
    My old school is a Panamera Porsche, yeah
    My last bitch got some head you can’t ignore
    I told her I might take her head on tour, uh
    I used to roll my weed in front the store
    Then drive so fast, I disrespect your car
    I told ’em that my drizzle caviar
    I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar
    I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar
    I’m playin’ with the clit like a guitar

    [Chorus]
    NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
    We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
    NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
    We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
    NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
    Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
    NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
    We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    Let me get this straight, if I drop 40 today
    You don’t care if I eat, you don’t care if I ate
    They say, “You better have a good grade like a mixed baby hair”
    They say, “We goin’ to the tournament, we gonna need you there”
    I have more crab legs than Jameis
    You fake like you got a girlfriend, Manti Te’o
    Maurice Clarett with bangers
    This could drive a college kid crazy
    This that Barnum and Bailey, the greatest show on Earth
    I can’t wait to go to the league so I can buy my mama what she want
    This that mindset, that mentality
    Made me a killer, fatality
    From the public houses to a couple houses
    To a couple cars, sippin’ a cup of tea
    No teacup, this a bully (Bully)
    I re’d up with a fully (Bah)
    My mood change about money (Uh)
    Might open up another company
    Put that in an LLC (LC)
    Like, “How you gonna try to sue me?” (Sue me?)
    My jacket pants filled with two G’s (Two G’s)
    My jacket pants filled with few G’s (Who we?)
    I surround myself with a few G’s (Few G’s)
    Wait a minute, let me follow this
    You think because I got a scholarship
    That I don’t need dollars just to parlay with? What? (What?)
    Manziel had the highest sellin’ jersey
    Bron moved back to Cleveland
    Drake made a song ’bout him
    Man, he ain’t even workin’

    [Chorus]
    NCAA (Damn), we the young and dangerous (Damn)
    We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
    NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
    We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
    NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it)
    Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in)
    NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah
    We be ballin’ hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah

    [Outro]
    I think that we have brainwashed our kids in the Black community
    To think they can only be entertainers, uh, and jocks
    I said, first of all, we can be doctors, lawyers, engineers, teachers, fire and policeman
    And the truth of the matter is, you got a much better chance of bein’ one of those
    Then you do bein’ in the NBA


  • NBA Youngboy & Kodak Black – Chosen One

    [Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Project Baby
    NFL, never forget loyalty
    And I’m never going broke again
    Woah, yeah
    Oh

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
    Through the betrayal and the rain I stayed the same
    I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
    Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
    The chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion
    I’m the chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion

    [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
    I got demons in my dreams, man I know
    I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
    I start praying to my god to make ’em go
    I was young when grandmama died nigga
    Take a look up in my eyes nigga
    I’ll never be disguised nigga
    Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
    Working hard, now my name getting bigger
    Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
    Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
    My hopes to the ceiling
    Hurt and I need some healing
    Gotta do better for my children
    I can’t give up on my mission

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
    Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
    I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
    Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
    The chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion
    I’m the chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion

    [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
    Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
    Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
    And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
    I’m going back crazy
    Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
    My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
    Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
    I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
    I be going hard never exaggerate
    I be going hard nigga
    I be going hard never over exaggerate
    Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
    Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
    But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
    Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
    Feed a turkey, caught thirty
    I done grew up way too quick, too early
    Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
    I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
    Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
    NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
    Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies


  • YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

    [Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Project Baby
    NFL, never forget loyalty
    And I’m never going broke again
    Woah, yeah
    Oh

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
    Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
    I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
    Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
    The chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion
    I’m the chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion

    [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
    I got demons in my dreams, man I know
    I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
    I start praying to my god to make ’em go
    I was young when grandmama died nigga
    Take a look up in my eyes nigga
    I’ll never be disguised nigga
    Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
    Working hard, now my name getting bigger
    Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
    Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
    My hopes to the ceiling
    Hurt and I need some healing
    Gotta do better for my children
    I can’t give up on my mission

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
    Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
    I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
    Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
    It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
    The chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion
    I’m the chosen one, yeah
    I’m a champion

    [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
    Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
    Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
    And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
    I’m going back crazy
    Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
    My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
    Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
    I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
    I be going hard never exaggerate
    I be going hard nigga
    I be going hard never over exaggerate
    Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
    Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
    But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
    Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
    Feed a turkey, caught thirty
    I done grew up way too quick, too early
    Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
    I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
    Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
    NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
    Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies


  • Futuristic – Epiphany Lyrics

    [Intro: Futuristic]
    I had an epiphany
    I was repeating history
    I was doing everything I hated
    The weight on my shoulders
    I let it all get to me (I let it all get to me)
    I had an epiphany
    I just smiled at my enemies
    I was listening to everybody who was talking
    But never did shit for me, yeah
    I had an epiphany
    I was looking at everybody else that’s up in the industry
    They ain’t as sick as me (they ain’t as sick as me)
    I had an epiphany
    I was seeing somebody that never had no good intentions for me
    Now she missing me, yuh (now she missing me)

    [Verse 1: Futuristic]
    Moral of the story is that nobody did it for me
    Had to make a change (nah)
    I was living in the city with no scene
    I had a dream I had to make a lane (yup, yup)
    Always knew that I couldn’t live off of minimum wage
    Ripping the pay stub
    I had a minimal taste for all the fame stuff
    But I got into the game without a cent to my name
    And now I’m ballin’ like I’m in the NBA, bruh
    And I know I got a lot but I’m not content
    If they ask me to stop, I will not consent
    Never gonna let nobody block cause my shot to miss
    You can meet me at the top if you hop the fence
    And you climb the stairs
    And you fight the beast
    And you lose your way
    Then you find your peace
    And you do it sober
    Then you find a drink
    Then you spiral down
    And it all repeats
    And I always had a vision I could get it
    So I did it by my lonely
    I don’t owe nobody nothing, never let nobody own me
    Got some money from the music, and I spend it on the homies
    But don’t put nothin’ before me, gave a whip to little Brody
    And I’m only getting started
    And I’m eating with the people that I starve with
    And my batteries, I had to recharge ’em
    I made an album but that shit was garbage
    Yo, I was trapped in a gimmick
    I finally get it
    I’m here to make music that matters
    If I die, it’ll all be alright
    ‘Cause the message I gave you will live for me after
    And my chapter will highlight a lifetime
    Of energy gave through a bright mind
    How you never had to stand on the sideline
    How you the guide to your own guidelines

    [Bridge: Futurisitic]
    That’s an epiphany
    I had an epiphany, yeah
    That’s an epiphany
    I had an epiphany, yeah

    [Verse 2: NF]
    I had an epiphany
    That I could make history
    That I could prove everyone wrong
    That told me I wasn’t cut out for this music thing, yeah
    I had an epiphany
    What if I took my energy
    And used it on positive things in my life
    Instead of the people that lie to me, huh?
    Yeah, I had an epiphany
    That I could put all of my hurt into music
    And use it for people that might feel the same as me
    Yeah, I had an epiphany
    What if everyone knew my depression was worse than they thought?
    They probably gonna look at me differently
    Yo, this song got me going back, when I was a stupid kid
    Thinking maybe I could make it in the music biz
    And then I figured out the politics
    And realized that half of y’all don’t even know what music is
    And going nowhere, I told ’em to get used to me
    Feels like I’m living in a movie scene
    A bunch of people trying to tell me how to act and breathe
    One thing I never let nobody ever do was tell me who to be
    I never got into the party scene
    Maybe I was just scared to drink
    ‘Cause addiction it runs in my family
    That’s someone I was scared to be
    You’re looking pitiful compared to me
    Since I can barely read
    All I wanted was somebody I could trust
    That I knew would keep it real with me
    Rap’s always been a mirror for me
    That’s when I figured out that maybe I’m the one that’s gotta make it on my own, yeah, it’s clear to see
    A lot of people think that what I’m doing is a gimmick
    Everything you hear me writing I’ve been living
    I ain’t quitting, send the money to my family
    Try to show them that I miss them
    And I cherish every moment when I’m home and when I’m with them
    And this is the way that I feel
    In the industry of fakes trying to stay real
    In the industry of lames trying to get deals
    Lord knows imma get it, that’s Meek Mill
    Yeah, I lay in my bed at night thinking
    “There’s got to be more to me”
    I’m trying to pay off the mortgaging
    But the life of the people I love in the midst of it
    I’ve always thought that if
    I learn from mistakes that I’d make
    Even the losses are victories
    That’s when it starts hitting me
    If you set your mind to it you can do anything

    [Outro: NF]
    That’s an epiphany
    That’s an epiphany, yeah
    I had an epiphany
    I had an epiphany, yeah


  • Wyclef Jean – Hendrix (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

    [Pre-Hook]
    I’ma do this one for my homies gone
    The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
    We all are from the danger zone
    The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
    I chose music, my homies chose yay
    Some of my ballers chose the NBA
    Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
    Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

    [Hook]
    Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
    I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
    All I wanted to be was a rock star
    And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
    El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo, Si
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo
    El Chapo, Si
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

    [Verse]
    Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
    I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
    Caught in the trap, hit from the back
    They hid the steel
    Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
    Welcome to the rotten apple
    The city of lights
    No matter how days shine
    They can’t steal the nights
    Cause when the ghost knock knock
    Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
    The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
    Better be with them artillery packs
    They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
    Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
    They be flying through the air like vampire bat
    Straight from the back when they attack
    In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
    You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
    In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

    [Pre-Hook]
    I’ma do this one for my homies gone
    The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
    We all are from the danger zone
    The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
    I chose music, my homies chose yay
    Some of my ballers chose the NBA
    Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
    Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

    [Hook]
    When my cousin got his first tec
    I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
    All I wanted was to be a rock star
    And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
    El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo
    El Chapo, Si
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

    [Outro]
    When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
    Turn up my guitar
    When my cousin got his first tat
    Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
    All I wanted was to be a rock star


  • Curren$y – Another Story To Tell Lyrics

    Oooh
    Who ya’ll talking to
    Yeah
    Spitta
    Yeah
    Where haven’t we been yet
    FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
    Uh
    Welcome To The Winner’s Circle nigga
    Month after month after month nigga

    A nigga never been as fresh as me
    I’m fucking with you
    But the bad bitches give me my props
    Like the newest one that I got
    Met her at my Wednesday night spot
    Valet park the whip at Harris Casino
    Hit the driver with a customary C note
    Assembled the crew, blew a half an ounce
    Popped a bottle or two
    When some NBA niggas in suits came through
    One of them played for the Hornets
    He had his bitch with him too
    I could tell she was on me
    Shorty couldn’t keep her eyes off me
    To save her life
    No ring on her finger so that wasn’t his wife
    Not for me to pursue
    The bitch would not be right
    Left the ball in her court
    And she played it smart
    Made her way to the bathroom
    Slid a piece of paper on my VIP table
    In a way so casual
    Seven digits written in pink ink
    She didn’t leave an area code
    I knew she was a local ho
    Eye fucking for the rest of the night on the low
    Having mind sex right underneath her man’s nose
    Hit the bitch with a text
    But she couldn’t check her phone in front of man
    She waited ’til she made it home
    I’m in the room all alone
    I heard a text message alert ring tone
    Flipped open the celly
    The context of the message was the address to her telly
    Thought the situation was fishy
    But I ignored what I was smelling
    But don’t get it twisted
    I didn’t head out on a mission
    Without calling a bitch
    To make sure I had the right idea ’bout this
    Cause the last thing I need is a rape charge
    From one of these fake broads
    Who try to gain access to wreck a niggas bank cards
    But fuck all that
    Back to the hooper’s ho
    In the Chenile sundress on the hotel room floor
    Told me that she just want to fuck and smoke with a real nigga
    And she only with the other nigga for the dough
    I said mama tell me something that I don’t know
    We got bent and I broke her back
    On and off for a couple of months we did that
    The bitch got lost in the swag
    Ride me around the city smoking in the man’s whip
    Bring the car back smelling like purple grass
    I’m surprised he ain’t beat her ass
    I know you wanna know how I’m gonna end the story
    But I can’t end the story
    Cause the story still going
    Dude still hooping and his hoes still hoin’
    And his ho’s with the planes
    And the boy don’t know it
    Yeah
    Go Hornets
    Yeah
    FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
    Its just rap music man
    Welcome to the Winner’s Circle
    Its just entertainment
    Or is it?
    Yeah
    For real man


  • Travi$ Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

    Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
    Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
    Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
    Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
    Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
    Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
    Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
    Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah

    Then we sleep through day then we play all through the late night
    Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
    S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night

    Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
    Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
    Oh it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
    Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this case
    And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
    The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
    And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
    The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
    No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
    When we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
    I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
    Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, then we’ll sleep all through the day
    And do it again

    Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
    Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
    S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night

    Day and night, I toss and turn
    I keep stressin’ my mind, mind
    I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain
    To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
    Balance, find your balance
    God said it’s my talent
    Sprinkle a little season on the salad
    Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
    Stroke my cactus, ohh, don’t wait
    Don’t play (Yea, yea)
    Play no games like the NBA
    Throwin’ checks like the NBA
    You a ring, you a ring
    We shootin’ shots like the NRA
    Ahh, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi
    The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
    Ah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
    Sip my tea, he don’t Hennessy
    Aw save all, take it right
    Aw take it all, never light
    Aw, had a ball, had a night
    Aw, after all, sleep good

    Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
    Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
    S’il vous plaît , don’t you wait, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night
    All through the late night, all through the late night


  • Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics

    [Bridge: Chris Brown]
    I ball out, finna ball out
    Been on my shit when you call out
    I been on this since the 8th grade
    I got an actress and a Play mate
    See you wanna ride with me baby
    In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
    Got your best friends I’ma keep
    ‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
    Yeah, back with some bottoms up
    I’m a realest nigga, no actor
    When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
    Hey woah

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Their partners, they warned me, they told me
    Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
    Don’t care who you with
    You gon’ end in my bed
    So fuck who you came with
    Fuck who you came with, oh

    [Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
    Better call out, we finna ball out
    Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
    Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
    Your bitch courtside already, yeah I fucked her
    Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
    Overseas pussy, came outta it talkin’ Spanglish
    Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
    Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
    We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
    OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party until tomorrow
    Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
    Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like pinata, clap that after
    We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
    One conversation then we carry on
    Private jets with no carry on
    Pour up, roll up the Amazon

    [Bridge: Chris Brown]
    I ball out, finna ball out
    Been on my shit when you call out
    I been on this since the 8th grade
    I got an actress and a Play mate
    See you wanna ride with me baby
    In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
    Got your best friends I’ma keep
    ‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
    Yeah, back with some bottoms up
    I’m a realest nigga, no actor
    When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
    Hey woah

    [Hook: Chris Brown & Ray J]
    Their partners, they warned me, they told me
    Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
    Don’t care who you with
    You gon’ end in my bed
    So fuck who you came with
    Fuck who you came with, oh

    [Verse 3: Ray J]
    I ball out, I call out
    Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
    I pull up in that new gang
    Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
    I know you already been, babe
    Young niggas came, now who bang?
    And I don’t give a fuck who came
    Let’s pourin’ up the sign gang
    Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
    Niggas fuckin’ bad bitches from the 1st grade
    All the boss bitches that’s friendly
    And all my pretty bitches with they Bentley
    Yeah, I might throw some money up
    I’m a realest nigga, no actor
    And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
    Where a nigga’s worth it, come after

    [Bridge: Chris Brown]
    I ball out, finna ball out
    Been on my shit when you call out
    I been on this since the 8th grade
    I got an actress and a Play mate
    See you wanna ride with me baby
    In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
    Got your best friends I’ma keep
    ‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
    Yeah, back with some bottoms up
    I’m a realest nigga, no actor
    When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
    Hey woah

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Their partners, they warned me, they told me
    Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
    Don’t care who you with
    You gon’ end in my bed
    So fuck who you came with
    Fuck who you came with, oh


  • J Cole – Immortal lyrics

    [Intro]
    Awwwww…haha

    [Verse 1]
    Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
    Screamin’, dollar and a dream with my closet lookin’ broke
    And my nigga’s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
    Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
    Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
    Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
    Flashbacks to the pain, wakin’ up, cold sweats
    Six o’clock in the mornin’, gotta hit the BowFlex
    Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
    God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
    Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
    And the drought got me prayin’ for a Carl Thom vibe
    Summer Rain come again
    Numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon
    In my mind I been cryin’, know it’s wrong but I’m sellin’
    Eyes wellin’ up with tears
    Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas dead in the dirt
    Immortalized on this shirt

    [Hook]
    Real niggas don’t die
    Forward with the plot
    One-Seven-Forty-Five
    Form at the plot
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Real niggas don’t lie
    Form in the plot
    My niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Real niggas don’t die

    [Verse 2]
    Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
    Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
    Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
    Have you ever seen a motherfuckin’ ribbon in the sky?
    Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green
    I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
    And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
    I’m the type of nigga make the whole fuckin’ trap lean
    Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
    If they want a nigga, they gon’ have to send a SWAT team
    And I’m goin’ out like Scarface in his last scene
    A legend, what that mean—?

    [Hook]
    Real niggas don’t die
    Forward with the plot
    One-Seven-Forty-Five
    Form at the plot
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form on the block
    Hood niggas don’t lie
    Form on the plot
    My niggas don’t die
    Form the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Form the block
    Real niggas don’t die
    Real niggas don’t die

    [Outro]
    To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
    Cause you wanna change the world
    But while alive you never will
    Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
    And now I’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
    Damn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
    My one wish in this bitch make it quick if the Lord take me
    I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
    And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
    They tellin’ niggas sell dope, rap or go to NBA, in that order
    It’s that sort of thinkin’ that been keepin’ niggas chained
    At the bottom and hanged
    The strangest fruit that you ever seen
    Ripe with pain, listen…


  • Flatbush Zombies – Aries (feat. Deadcuts)

    [Hook]
    I feel so tired of the lights
    Fill the tank with gasoline
    One match to burn these chains with ease
    I feel so tired of the lights
    Fill the tank with gasoline
    One match to burn these chains they weave

    [Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
    It’s like we stuck in a prison
    Suffering from lack of wisdom
    Suffering from lack of substance
    The systems lacking some ism
    Since it’s killing the misery
    Hope my children remember me
    Since I sing songs of symphony
    Somethings just gotten into me
    Message don’t kill the messenger
    Message travel through seven seas
    Ghetto passion is classic, been getting lashes for centuries
    Aided by mostly separated by color deficiency
    Free to you free the shackles my mental strain from my ancestry

    [Hook]
    I feel so tired of the lights
    Fill the tank with gasoline
    One match to burn these chains with ease
    I feel so tired of the lights
    Fill the tank with gasoline
    One match to burn these chains they weave

    [Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
    Emancipation, castration, mass-hating, white washing
    Black shaving patience, that I’m demonstrating, ugh
    Segregation, separation, take my people, chain my people, ship them out, build a nation, picket lines, demonstration
    Kill switch, detonation, this takes dedication
    Guess that NBA our reparation governmental medication
    The reverse of levitation, they put fluoride in our water
    Guess they trying to kill our babies
    Hearts racing, cops and robbers car chasing

    [Hook]
    I feel so tired of the lights
    Fill the tank with gasoline
    One match to burn these chains with ease
    I feel so tired of the lights
    Fill the tank with gasoline
    One match to burn these chains they weave

    [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
    Whatever your purpose is
    Hone in and hold your kids
    All of this is distractions and nobody notice it
    Feeble for knowledge we still in chains
    Power tripping for digits we growing it every day
    Fighting for freakom ? service with student aid
    Can’t afford to be sitting order pills to get paid
    Taught to follow the system that institution be prison
    These coppers turn me to zombie
    I’m walking dead while I’m living

    [Hook]
    I feel so tired of the lights
    Fill the tank with gasoline
    One match to burn these chains with ease

    [Outro: Erick Arc Elliot]
    Break the chain, break the chain
    Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
    Break the chain, break the chain
    How police war with no recourse and you on your way
    Break the chain, break the chain
    Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
    Break the chain, break the chain
    Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here
    Break the chain, break the chain
    Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
    Break the chain, break the chain
    How police war with no recourse and you on your way
    Break the chain, break the chain
    Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
    Break the chain, break the chain
    Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here


  • Wyclef Jean – Hendrix letras

    [Pre-Hook]
    I’ma do this one for my homies gone
    The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
    We all are from the danger zone
    The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
    I chose music, my homies chose yay
    Some of my ballers chose the NBA
    Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
    Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

    [Hook]
    Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
    I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
    All I wanted to be was a rock star
    And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
    El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo, Si
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo
    El Chapo, Si
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

    [Verse]
    Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
    I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
    Caught in the trap, hit from the back
    They hid the steel
    Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
    Welcome to the rotten apple
    The city of lights
    No matter how days shine
    They can’t steal the nights
    Cause when the ghost knock knock
    Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
    The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
    Better be with them artillery packs
    They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
    Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
    They be flying through the air like vampire bat
    Straight from the back when they attack
    In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
    You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
    In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

    [Pre-Hook]
    I’ma do this one for my homies gone
    The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
    We all are from the danger zone
    The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
    I chose music, my homies chose yay
    Some of my ballers chose the NBA
    Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
    Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

    [Hook]
    When my cousin got his first tec
    I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
    All I wanted was to be a rock star
    And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
    El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
    El Chapo
    El Chapo, Si
    All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

    [Outro]
    When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
    Turn up my guitar
    When my cousin got his first tat
    Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
    All I wanted was to be a rock star