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  • LUPE FIASCO – NGL lyrics

    Niggas wanna win
    These niggas wanna win
    These niggas wanna win
    Everybody wanna be a mothafuckin’ winner
    That ain’t how it work though, yeah

    Ayy, ayy, disproportionate convictions
    Especially when it come to our case (our case)
    You seen the movie, they killed the nigga
    Why you wanna be like Scarface?
    That’s why niggas gon’ lose
    Oh yeah, I said it, niggas gon’ lose
    And you can have a friend and you can have a Benz
    One’s sittin’ down, the other’s traffickin’
    If you get the car then your friend dies
    Havin’ one keeps the other one from happenin’
    I hope a nigga don’t lose
    Fuck that car, nigga
    Niggas gon’ lose

    And she want love, you only want sex
    You got yours, she didn’t get hers
    She got no respect, y’all had a son
    She like, “Fuck you,” she only want a check
    That lil’ nigga gon’ lose
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Mothafucka, niggas gon’ lose
    Yeah and these rap niggas talk about the hood
    Like we all lames and they seen it
    It’s entertain’, it’s cool as hell
    That beat dope, that don’t mean shit
    That’s why niggas gon’ lose
    Fuck you talkin’? Niggas gon’ lose
    If they legalize that whole thing
    They doin’ weed, next cocaine
    Niggas ain’t gon’ have no jobs
    And Wall Street gon’ run the dope game
    What a nigga gon’ do? Huh?
    You niggas gon’ lose

    And when you see me you don’t see yourself
    That’s why I got no problem shootin’ me
    Willie Lynch set the shit up beautifully
    One of the reasons niggas ain’t got unity
    That’s why niggas gon’ lose
    Ayy fuck that shit, ayy, niggas gon’ lose, yeah
    And most hood niggas is good niggas
    In a heartbeat, I’ll shed blood for him
    But he too stupid, he won’t sit down
    That nigga too hot, I got love for him
    That nigga gon’ lose
    On my mama, that nigga gon’ lose, yeah
    And you did it ’cause your daddy did it
    But he locked up in there and ain’t happy with it
    Do the same thing, get the same results
    If your brain work then what’s the matter with it?
    You knew you was gon’ lose
    They told you, nigga
    You was gon’ lose

    I never met a saint, from no color
    From nowhere, from no other
    From no castle, from no gutter
    It ain’t nobody that don’t suffer
    Some niggas gon’ lose
    Some niggas gon’ lose
    Promised land, I don’t believe that
    Had a dream and I don’t need that
    Please God, send us some jobs
    ‘Cause my niggas really really need that
    Or niggas gon’ lose
    That’s right, niggas gon’ lose, yeah
    And we sell dope then we turn around
    Give the white people all our profits
    Take a percentage of that, set it to the side
    And send these lil’ niggas off to college
    So niggas don’t lose
    Yeah, niggas don’t lose
    And if they offer somethin’, just take it
    Then work hard, don’t waste it
    Every castle started at the basement
    Yeah your manager’s a racist
    But you’re the one that’s gon’ lose
    That’s right, niggas gon’ lose

    And these niggas gon’ lose, oh
    I said, I said everybody wanna be a winner
    Everybody wanna be a winner
    Be a mothafuckin’ winner
    Never gotta worry ’bout nothin’
    But some niggas gon’ lose
    Yeah so niggas don’t lose
    And it’s fucked up, some niggas gon’ lose
    You wake up and you hear shots
    Mean another nigga got his tear drops
    And you call his phone and ain’t pickin’ up
    And your stomach hurtin’, that fear drops
    I hope a nigga ain’t lose


  • Lupe Fiasco – NGL lyrics

    Niggas wanna win
    These niggas wanna win
    These niggas wanna win
    Everybody wanna be a mothafuckin’ winner
    That ain’t how it work though, yeah

    Ayy, ayy, disproportionate convictions
    Especially when it come to our case (our case)
    You seen the movie, they killed the nigga
    Why you wanna be like Scarface?
    That’s why niggas gon’ lose
    Oh yeah, I said it, niggas gon’ lose
    And you can have a friend and you can have a Benz
    One’s sittin’ down, the other’s traffickin’
    If you get the car then your friend dies
    Havin’ one keeps the other one from happenin’
    I hope a nigga don’t lose
    Fuck that car, nigga
    Niggas gon’ lose

    And she want love, you only want sex
    You got yours, she didn’t get hers
    She got no respect, y’all had a son
    She like, “Fuck you,” she only want a check
    That lil’ nigga gon’ lose
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Mothafucka, niggas gon’ lose
    Yeah and these rap niggas talk about the hood
    Like we all lames and they seen it
    It’s entertain’, it’s cool as hell
    That beat dope, that don’t mean shit
    That’s why niggas gon’ lose
    Fuck you talkin’? Niggas gon’ lose
    If they legalize that whole thing
    They doin’ weed, next cocaine
    Niggas ain’t gon’ have no jobs
    And Wall Street gon’ run the dope game
    What a nigga gon’ do? Huh?
    You niggas gon’ lose

    And when you see me you don’t see yourself
    That’s why I got no problem shootin’ me
    Willie Lynch set the shit up beautifully
    One of the reasons niggas ain’t got unity
    That’s why niggas gon’ lose
    Ayy fuck that shit, ayy, niggas gon’ lose, yeah
    And most hood niggas is good niggas
    In a heartbeat, I’ll shed blood for him
    But he too stupid, he won’t sit down
    That nigga too hot, I got love for him
    That nigga gon’ lose
    On my mama, that nigga gon’ lose, yeah
    And you did it ’cause your daddy did it
    But he locked up in there and ain’t happy with it
    Do the same thing, get the same results
    If your brain work then what’s the matter with it?
    You knew you was gon’ lose
    They told you, nigga
    You was gon’ lose

    I never met a saint, from no color
    From nowhere, from no other
    From no castle, from no gutter
    It ain’t nobody that don’t suffer
    Some niggas gon’ lose
    Some niggas gon’ lose
    Promised land, I don’t believe that
    Had a dream and I don’t need that
    Please God, send us some jobs
    ‘Cause my niggas really really need that
    Or niggas gon’ lose
    That’s right, niggas gon’ lose, yeah
    And we sell dope then we turn around
    Give the white people all our profits
    Take a percentage of that, set it to the side
    And send these lil’ niggas off to college
    So niggas don’t lose
    Yeah, niggas don’t lose
    And if they offer somethin’, just take it
    Then work hard, don’t waste it
    Every castle started at the basement
    Yeah your manager’s a racist
    But you’re the one that’s gon’ lose
    That’s right, niggas gon’ lose

    And these niggas gon’ lose, oh
    I said, I said everybody wanna be a winner
    Everybody wanna be a winner
    Be a mothafuckin’ winner
    Never gotta worry ’bout nothin’
    But some niggas gon’ lose
    Yeah so niggas don’t lose
    And it’s fucked up, some niggas gon’ lose
    You wake up and you hear shots
    Mean another nigga got his tear drops
    And you call his phone and ain’t pickin’ up
    And your stomach hurtin’, that fear drops
    I hope a nigga ain’t lose


  • Saba – Church : Liquor Store (feat. Noname) letras

    [Intro: Akenya]
    Oooh
    Ahhh
    Oooh
    Ahhh

    [Verse 1: Saba]
    They ask you what’s the cause and effect
    Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling collect
    They booby trapping the trap
    The police pulling a pulley you fall for it you silly
    Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you’ll catch a case
    I can’t, relate to half of my relatives
    My genetics is felony, buying low and reselling it
    They told me tell a story I’m like “Why not mine?”
    Shit everybody taking pictures I’m like “Why not Vine?”
    And growin’ from the ground up, it look like I’m a vine
    It’s rarity in my realness
    Yeah I’m a fine, diamond in the rough type, rough type
    Roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby
    Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li
    Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county
    Counting, black bodies hunt ’em down look like bounties
    Bound to, be on the block a little while longer
    They your homies, this what home is, what don’t kill ya make ya stronger
    Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus
    He can save Chicago from the demons and the deacons
    When it’s the end
    Yeah, dodged precincts since pre-teens
    Let’s pretend we privileged not deceased, addicted

    [Hook: Saba & Akenya]
    It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
    Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes from Cicero to Central
    Was told, “let it go”
    Didn’t know who to hit though
    Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I…got…from the liquor store on Cicero
    I ain’t 21 but he didn’t know

    [Verse 2: Saba]
    Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times (times, times times…)
    A stray bullet will take your first-born like the tenth plague, I’m the new Pharoah
    My phone line…forever open for prayer
    The fallen soldiers ain’t fell, they in my pen
    And I do thank God
    They say preach like Cooley High
    From beginning to end that’s Alpha and Omega
    My city the same ghost that made Lupe cry
    Soon’s you loosen up your grip you lost then lose your life
    I loosen a dread, from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head
    Like how I’m not dead
    Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that’s a fitting room
    I’m still the same kid that didn’t speak when we were in the school
    I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga
    I just gotta wipe down, and fuck who you think I sound…like, I’m a legend in the making like the director’s cut
    Of I Am Legend and I’m fed up with the fuck comparison
    These niggas don’t got the truth that y’all want do they?
    Think I’m lyin’? Then plan a trip to Chicago today
    I was 15, they was fucking with me
    There’s no logic in love, but there’s no love in the streets

    [Hook 2: Saba & Akenya]
    It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
    Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, sillou…-ette!
    Chalk outline, sketch! It’s not safe outside, when they want, your neck
    Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I…got…from the liquor store on Cicero, I ain’t 21 but he didn’t know

    [Verse 3: Noname]
    They sold prison the way they pipeline
    Systematically lifeline
    Erase all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law
    Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch doing crack now
    Made the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta
    I hope the grave don’t find me, I do my E&J kindly
    I do my time when it’s timely, sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade
    My momma still sipping, politician owe Donald Duck
    A quacking new kitchen
    They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch
    They gentrified your neighbourhood no needs for cops, watch
    Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yoghurt stands
    Consumerism, holy land
    And on the other hand my momma land

    [Hook: Saba & Akenya]
    It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
    Corner store, dread-head, dead leg –