First things first, I'm on beats mode bodie every single beat just to eat tho u need me to balance out yeen equal. Verse colder than sum Ice I be frio , told ha be humble you wants sum beef to feed off your hunger u wanna try me get ready to rumble I took of u dirt get cleand out the gutter what was u thinking les keep it 100 so hand me them franklins jus gimme the cake then get back to backing I'm stating facts while u just keep on hating
The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin' I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
Intro] Dick hard like Rottweiler Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo [Verse] The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin' I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)
FBI this beat and the beat to alright by Kendrick are owned by Ibraham. Ibraham had the idea of them switching songs and then gave the beats to the rappers to cover. Sooo... no
Did I slip up,. Syzurp hiccup,. Big ups too the sista in charge ,. I mean I stay focused behind bars ,. I see yo scars ,. Still drunk near the boulevard ,. Stolen car ,. Doors a jar,. Folks listening tryna find out who we are,. Need a minute need for instance ,. Mama need too ,. Mind was sharpe ,. Hard too find like a needle ,. Son be you ,.
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Hook: tryna get that paper All you suckaz can holla at me Later Ain't tripping on nothin Not even you hatersss Money on my mind Bitch you blind if you can't C them dolla signsss What's goes around comes around like my x So what's next Kick back relax Prolly hit the corner store sell A couple of sacks Make a couple of racks Naw Ain't me See mothafuckas Rollin With they strap off safety I stay doing my thang Fuck the gang U making it rain ? Well I'm kicking back drinking a hurricane my flow hard Just like Boujee Bitches play hard to get Don't give no fucks I leave them all soaking wet Now that I'm comin down About fall I gotta make this cash even if I got to crawl People say I'm broken And must be jokin Still fuck around and leave yo bitch pussy soakin And I ain't even hit We tough and raw Like a mosh pit Fuck getting lit I find myself done doing drugz And drinkin End back up in the same room Rappin and tweakin My mind going in circles Like my big bros mosh Yeah I was broken hearted But i feel it coming back in place My kicks are fresher than Crest3D toothpaste Now I'm done rockin five ohh ones I got me a few pair of five eleven Jeans All these bullshit suckas Making all the scenes well I sit here dozing off 2 same fkn dream And it's to get the cream ! Bound to get my shit straight Maybe today or next week So let me put this "dope " Down cuz I don't fuck with that tweak I couldn't wait til I reached my peak I felt unstoppable And on top But the voice in my head keeps Saying I needs to stop I got the power for the hour Now pass me my swisher Cuz life ain't sweet That's why I was Chasing bitches on a late nite creep I can careless about gettin in some ass I just wish I had my x but now That's all in the past My fucked up mind Was saying she tryna play you But now it's all good I keep composure and stay coo Cuz I'm that young mothafucka Named Ruu Ain't fuckin with These punk ass crewsss Just me and my fam And the boyz I grew up with From my block Seems like all these suckaz Just talk and can't walk the walk People say I'm bad And can't see the good I guess I'm just misunderstood Never again shall I bite The hand that feeds me But alotta you can't even fkn c me My moms was in the hospital I was like where tf was I Now that she needs me Shhit doing dumb shit Chasin a high When I always was already on that natural high What it do, everyday I drink and drown and liquor Knowing it ain’t gonna solve shit besides making myself more bitter So ima keep my flows and verses in check Cuz ima stay rappin even if she was yours ima stay fuckin wid her Everyday I wonder even if I should try But that was the old me cuz ima try my best till the day I die Life is too fkn short N precious to live it thinking of the past So fuck a blast of the pipe , I’d rather have a drink or two N think of the good times , now who has the last laugh Yeahhh . So Now come on let me kick it up a notch Cuz I’m hittin n sippin while I bust Momma told me family is the only ones u can trust So fuck the fuss Irealize it ain’t no one else but us I’m livin it out no doubt On the daily Go ahead n fuck around play me Cuz I’m off the leash and using my aggressiveness on these beats Now nobody can tame me
Produced By Vinylz] [Intro] Dick hard like Rottweiler Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo [Verse] The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous And now we look at the competition as quick submission They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em What this about, is it money or skill? Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable I can see y’all incapable To be the God emcees, you know me well Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister Run for cover, my lineage prove itself I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah! This is what they want, I’m the one This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin' I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I’m in the White House going all out Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans Nothing more influential than rap music I merge jazz fusion with the trap music I mix black soul with some rock and roll They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here? D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’ My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!) I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me) I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental Every time I start writing I get sentimental This shit is just not fair But why the fuck should I care? The story of your life here Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here Oh Lord, gotta be the yams Billboard list need 2Pac, damn But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me Is not validation, nigga this TDE And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations Whoa Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest Whoa Burnin’ my leather- (Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha) [Kayla Duckworth: Laugh]
Yeah u mixing up the truth go head and lie to me telling me u love me and for over will u ride for me tell me that's it's me dat chu want go head n lie to me never will I open my heart das how I gotta b..
Everytime I hear this instrumental I hear Juicy J - Tales of 2 Cities "You been watching this nigga waiting on him to slip, you spot him at the light my nigga" lol
First things first, I'm on beats mode bodie every single beat just to eat tho u need me to balance out yeen equal. Verse colder than sum Ice I be frio , told ha be humble you wants sum beef to feed off your hunger u wanna try me get ready to rumble I took of u dirt get cleand out the gutter
