Tag: NFL


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




CYHI THE PRYNCE – Dat Side lyrics




[Intro: CyHi The Prynce]
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Got two bitches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my jewels like I’m a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three closes
So

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
“‘Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you”
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie bitches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, “That’s why”

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side


CyHi The Prynce & Kanye West “Dat Side” Lyrics



(Intro: CyHi The Prynce)
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

(Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce)
Got two b*tches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my Jews like I’m a rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standed three closes
So

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

(Verse 2: Kanye West)
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
“‘Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you”
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

(Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce)
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy pass, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your b*tch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that ho to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie b*tches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, “That’s why”

(Chorus: CyHi The Prynce)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side


EMINEM – The Storm Cypher lyrics


[Verse]
This the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot
Oh, yeah
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not
But that’s all I got ’til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan, and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
I’ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mop–ahh, I’ma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops and he waits for sh*t to quiet down
He’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ’til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are rising
Trump, when it comes to giving a sh*t, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ’em
‘Cause you don’t got the f*cking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his f*cking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan, that’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he can not withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’, “Drain the swamp”
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that
Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same sh*t that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support from the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now, if you’re a black athlete
You’re a spoiled little brat for tryna use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, “You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards”
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him, you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuck that, this is for Colin, ball up a fist
And keep that sh*t balled like Donald the bitch
“He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants”
“He’s gonna build that thing up taller than this”
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwing that piece of sh*t against the wall ’til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing, in the sand, a line
You’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside
I’ll do it for you with this:
“Fuck you!”
The rest of America stand up
We love our military, and we love our country
But we f*cking hate Trump


Eminem – Disses Donald Trump In Bet Hip Hop Awards Freestyle Cypher


Intro]
It’s the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off?
I forgot… oh yeah

[Verse]
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Prob’ly not
But that’s all I got ’til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
I’ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mou—ahh, I’ma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll prob’ly cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops
And he waits for shit to quiet down he’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ’til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are risin’
Trump, when it comes to giving a shit, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ’em
‘Cause you don’t got the fucking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his fucking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan
That’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he can not withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’, "Drain the swamp!"
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that in
-stead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support for the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now if you’re a black athlete, you’re a spoiled little brat for
Tryna use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, "You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards!"
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuck that! This is for Colin, ball up a fist!
And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch!
"He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants!"
"He’s gonna build that thang up taller than this!"
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwin’ that piece of shit against the wall ’til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing in the sand a line, you’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside, I’ll do it for you with this:
Fuck you!
The rest of America stand up!
We love our military, and we love our country
But we fucking hate Trump!


Eminem Went HAM On President Trump In BET Awards Cypher [Watch]


Eminem, aka the GOAT, went HAM on President Trump during his 2017 BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher freestyle.

The rap legend held nothing back when he stepped up to the camera under a parking deck with his crew standing in the backdrop with vintage cars. The moment was ripe for all things happening in the country politically and socially, and vintage Eminem once again came through, showing hip hop is alive and well. From Trump twitter fingers to war with NFL players, Em touched on every topic in an expletive-laced freestyle that will have the President fuming by tomorrow morning.

Slim Shady even name drops the 44th President Barrack Obama at the start of his freestyle. “But we better give Obama props/ Cause what we’ve got in office now’s/ A kamikaze that’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust,” Eminem raps. “When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that and/ Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada/ All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored or would rather/ Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers.”

Eminem even called out his fans who are supporters of Trump telling them to decide who they rather support and if its a draw and they can’t decide, then they get a big FU and a middle finger at the end. Another iconic moment in the BET Awards Cypher was when Eminem held up his fist in support of black NFL players who are using their platforms as star athletes to protest racial injustice in America.

This BET Cypher will go down in history as one of the greatest of all time for its share impact on the conversations going on in the country right now about race and inequality. Eminem is the right man for the right moment and hip hop will never forget this moment.

#HipHopAwards

Eminem: Raises fist & speaks on inequality for minorities & addresses Trump

Black Twitter: https://t.co/WxwQNv57ic

— ? (@6upsidedownis9) October 11, 2017

your mcm had to watch Eminem pace around like a maniac and rap slowly to understand why NFL players are protesting

— mg (@cashtaIk) October 11, 2017

right now Trump and his generals are in the War Room working on a diss track about Eminem

— Matt Oswalt (@MattOswaltVA) October 11, 2017

Live look at #Eminem's racist white fans trying to decide between 8 Mile or MAGA after tonight's #HipHopAwards pic.twitter.com/q4b4eAtNTU

— DeshundreEntertainer (@dballenger55) October 11, 2017

eminem dropped a 5 minute diss track on trump today I wonder if trump will pull a ricegum and fire back

— RyansAverageLife (@RyanAbe) October 11, 2017


President Trump Uses Usain Bolt To Justify Beef With NFL Players Over National Anthem


President Trump is now using the great legend Usain Bolt as a means to justify his beef with NFL players over the national anthem.

In case you have been living off the grid for a while, last weekend Trump ignite another firestorm at a political rally when he bashed NFL players who kneel during the playing of the national anthem, calling them SOBs. There has been widespread backlash over his statement and he has been tweeting about it since last weekend.

His latest tweet is a video of Usain Bolt at The London 2012 Summer Olympics where he was doing an interview after winning a gold medal. Bolt stopped the interview while the national anthem of the United States was being played so he could stand and pay respect. “Even Usain Bolt from Jamaica, one of the greatest runners and athletes of all time, showed RESPECT for our National Anthem!” Trump wrote on Twitter in his latest campaign against the NFL players who take a knee during the national anthem.

Usain Bolt immediately became a trending topic on Twitter and a lot of his fans are saying that he shouldn’t be dragged into this.

Even Usain Bolt from Jamaica, one of the greatest runners and athletes of all time, showed RESPECT for our National Anthem! ???? pic.twitter.com/zkenuAP9RS

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) September 27, 2017

During an interview with ESPN last year September, Usain Bolt spoke about Colin Kaepernick who started the take a knee protest movement in the NFL. “Everyone has the right to their own opinion,” Bolt said. “If you feel strongly about something and you want to voice your opinion, I feel it’s your right, so, that’s how I look at it because that’s how life is.”

Internet: "What does Usain Bolt have to do with protesting against US police brutality?"

Trump: "Uh, he's a black athlete?" ????

— Jake Watt (@JakeChatty) September 27, 2017

94 degrees in Puerto Rico. 44% of these people have no water.

Donald Trump is tweeting about Usain Bolt respecting the US national anthem.

— Michael (@Schmutzie_) September 27, 2017

Another fun fact about Usain Bolt: he was able to win without help from the Russians!

— Magic (@mmagic_mman) September 27, 2017


Mozzy – Scorin (feat. Lex Aura, Lil Blood & Slim 400)


[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That nigga told, he been rockin’ wit the rollers
Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa
I be on dope bitch fell into a coma
Really from the four’s had to get it off the corner
[?] and them smokers on the porch playing poker
Fo’ nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
There’s all type’s of bitches on my Motorolla
We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda
Another cold summer I ain’t seen a summer colder
Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
It’s Hell Gang bitch i’m going straight to hell
Just made it harder for yourself it ain’t no way that I could tell
It’s either a maney jumpshot or hit the NFL
We fucked his career off he got possession’s for them sales

[Hook: Lex Aura]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
Blood!
Started off buying plug, ten for forty
Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the 40
[?] industry barkin rolled coke on the third
Trynna touch these five racks from the first to the third
Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin
Instagram flippin black gate we juggin’
Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter
Been out here all day and I’m pulling an all nighter
Pants dirty, black hoody I’m on a mission
Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I’m chasin chicken
Boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up
And Scrr, Scrr, Scrr, when I scrape the sides up
Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers
Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches
Nigga I was sellin coke to my own father
If I ain’t sell it to him he would buy it from my partner
Blood!

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 3: Slim 400]
Pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail
Ain’t no money to post bail so they sittin in cells
My youngins shootin at civilians
I ain’t wit killin children
But it’s bracken blood it’s day to day
You caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face
Now who callin who phone, hut, 48
I’m the first to line up, I ain’t a second late
Slid off on some real shit
Real niggas feel this
I see you endin up in the ICU
Hitta’s know I rock wit the Hell Gang, and free my nigga Truth
It be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin is bool
I bleed the [?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes
Still gettin it out the gutter and it’s me and my bros
I don’t claim to be, I’m in these streets, put it on P’s
Free real niggas, so fuck you industry niggas

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin


Brandy – What Have You Done for me Lyrics


[verse 1:]
You use to call
Now you don’t
Leavin’ me all alone, (alone)
You use to care
Now you don’t even have time for me, (anymore)
We use to walk hand in hand
You would never let me go, (away)
And I thought that we could be, (could be)
But you ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me, (no)

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby

[verse 2:]
You use to say those words
That I wanted to hear, (so good)
You made me feel beautiful
I was in love with you, (so much)
Whether not, I would call just to hear you say, (my name)
(say my name, say my name)
Really thought that we could be, (could be)
But you ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me… (no)

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?

[rap: riff raff]
It used I flip my iphone
And get a text message from ya
Then I’d drop the top
And we’d ride out all summer
Takin’ trips to Milan
Buy Louis Vuitton
Then slide to Vegas
We can do it tomorrow
And at first it was all gravy
But now you done gone shady
You ESPN, NFL, rider for Tom Brady
And I ain’t trippin’
What you done for me baby
But can’t replace me
Cause I’m doin’ this sh*t crazy

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby


Thirdstory – G Train (feat. Pusha T)


[Verse 1: Elliot]
G train on the weekend, speed up or slow down
Gathering gathering, get off this train or you’re gonna go back uptown
G train on the weekend, there’s no way out
Traveling traveling, it’s 2am and I thought I’d be home by now

[Pre-Chorus: Elliot]
What am I doing this for?
I followed you to your door
I should’ve already known
To keep going on home

[Chorus: Richard]
Love, I gotta warn you
I’m starting to get drawn to
What you make me go through (get going or I’m gone)
I’ve been losing patience
Your mind is always changing
Back and forth, I’m waiting (get going or I’m gone forever)

[Verse 2: Ben]
G train on the weekend, hum and reload
A lullaby for the guy who fell down nearby cause he did a bit too much blow
G train on the weekend, just me and my head
Wondering why you deny my love when I keep on running back to your side

[Pre-Chorus: Ben]
What am I doing this for?
I followed you to your door
I should’ve already known
To get going on home
You told me don’t take it too fast
Cause you got an ugly past
I think I could help but you don’t
Guess get going on home

[Chorus: Richard]
Love, I gotta warn you
Starting to get drawn to
What you make me go through (get going or I’m gone)
I’ve been losing patience
Your mind is always changing
Back and forth I’m waiting (get going or I’m gone forever)

[Bridge]
I won’t, I won’t wait here
I won’t wait here for you (yeah)
I won’t (let’s talk about it), I won’t wait here (King Push)
I won’t wait here for you to get on board (it’s just a conversation)

[Bridge: Pusha T]
Time’s ticking, I’m waiting as I’m wishing
While you sitting on your hands as your mind’s switching
Expecting me to stick around while you side-picking
You can’t chase the G train once I’m missing
What’s to debate? I’m the obvious win
You see only your NFL player only calls you a friend
While your basketball nigga only calls for events
And your personal trainer can’t afford you these gyms
I know that everyone alive has a past
And you know that they ain’t confident, they gonna ask
And he know that he won’t stick around for the crash
And we know that I’m the only one that’s gonna last (yeah)

[Chorus: Richard] (x2)
Love, I gotta warn you
Starting to get drawn to
What you make me go through (get going or I’m gone)
I’ve been losing patience
Your mind is always changing
Back and forth I’m waiting (get going or I’m gone forever)

[Outro]
I’ve been on a G train, in and out of Brooklyn
Come and let me love you, I could take you places
I’ve been on a G train, in and out of Brooklyn
Come and let me love you, I could take you places


Meek Mill – Blue Notes letras

November 3, 2016

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[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues


Meek Mill – Blue Notes lyrics

November 2, 2016

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[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues


Meek Mill – Litty Lyrics

October 29, 2016

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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Woo!
I’m on my way to an island
And I’m popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)
Niggas be broke and be shopping
But still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke)
They said that they honest, talk money
These niggas gonna say that they got it
Get it now boy, the key to success
And these niggas gon’ blame it on Khaled
They don’t want to see you win (they don’t)
They don’t want to see the Wraith (no)
You don’t want to see your bitch caught up in the stars
Like she’s outer space
Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion and I’m running out of space
K.O. on me, keep ’em coming out his mouth, I’m sending somethin’ round his way
Niggas barely getting lawyer money
Better get some Sig Sauer money
Running around like you’re Superman
Don’t be selfish, get your mom insurance money(hah!)
Cause I’m the one to put it on your money
I’m the one that make it happen it to you
Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Feature money out the safe
Went and brought a Wraith
Brought it down Collins
Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city they don’t want problems
Niggas said they gon’ rob us
But nigga we coming for welfare
A shooter money when I pull it out of you
Catch a bullet like a NFL player
Should’ve known it was litty
When bitches start lying on my dick
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Can’t even be a side, side bitch
I’m hittin’ 9, 10’s and you ain’t even looking like you a 5
Roll bitches trying to do it for Twitter
When they used to do it for Vine
I’m the man of the hour, I’m the nigga with the airtime
Rolls Royce Wraith
Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
Niggas be talking ’bout my hair line
I laugh about it, I be feelin’ them
See, we both be making M’s
They be making memes, I be making millions
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
A Q.M, that’s a quarter milli
They don’t wanna see Jae drop “6 Fly”
Private when he go to Philly
Funny money, yeah I know it’s silly
But your hoe feel me when I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it
I promise she gon’ know it’s litty, motherfucker, yeah

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All my niggas is way up
These niggas are haters, I know that they’re haters (fuckers)
I score your bitch like a lay up
I make a mil’ like a layup
I pop a pill just to stay up
I sip the lean just to slow it up
I’m with my team and we going up
All these foreigns, they know it’s us
Whip it whip it whip it whip it like the coco when we mix the soda up
Perfect timing and we’re blowing up
Fuck it, I’m gonna light the Rollie up
Shawty fucking for Chanel
I ain’t tripping, that’s a coconut
Push the ride to the motor bus
Stack the paper fill the sofa up
Lie on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
I feel like it’s a restraining order on that money cause y’all stay away from that paper
I know some niggas that used to be balling but know they all feeling a way ’bout this paper
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred, after hundred
They thought I was making this paper
Fuckin’ it good, I be raping this paper
Shit I might as well get married to money
I marry Nicki, still married to money
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money
(Bury the mills), I bury the money
It hang out my pocket embarrasing money
I act like I ain’t used to having this money

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see their bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again


Meek Mill – Blue Notes

October 29, 2016

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[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues


Childish Gambino – Higher Love

October 28, 2016

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[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..


Childish Gambino – Higher Love Lyrics

October 27, 2016

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[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..


Rockie Fresh – Still Watching letras

October 24, 2016

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[Verse 1]
Pass me the blunt and the aux cord
Freshest on the team, what you think I got a spot for?
I keep player, why, even need a lock for it
Niggas thought I fell off but I was on the top floor
Posted, why these grown men on that ho shit
Life a roller coaster so be careful who you roll with
Future of the futons cause niggas gon’ fold quick
Put ’em in a envelope and send ’em to my old bitch
Take this, hold that, think I need a skull cap
Freezin’ out the break pads, cash in the airbag
So if I crash, I’ma prolly have 100 mil
Give it to the kids just to show ’em how that money feel
Think about ferris wheel, what was in the whip
I tried it on and it’s lookin’ like I fit the bill
Boy I’m always in the clouds, I ain’t in the field
Touchdown, go and get a bag, then go up again

[Hook]
Damn, bottles still poppin’
Tried to stay lowkey but they still watchin’
Yeah, yeah, them niggas still watchin’
They be hittin’ me every day, I guess I’m still poppin’, yeah
Man these hoes, I’ve been tryna drop ’em
I’ve been on some chill shit but I still got ’em, yeah
Yeah I guess these bitches still watchin’
Tried to switch the number on her but she still callin’

[Verse 2]
Alright, now superbowl week I had a super bad freak
Shorty had a super dome with a super technique and
I think she like them skinny niggas far as I can tell
Shit I took her from a nigga in the NFL
Kush cologne, she love the smell, her favorite spell
She said Rockie Fresh the best, other niggas stale
I’m out that water with the sharks and the killer whales
Green diet, I’m talking kush, not talkin’ kale
But shout out to Kellz
And that boy (?)
We was at your door way before my name was ringin’ bells
Two rules — never lose and we never fail
Same thing, same gang, bitch we some alpha males
I hit my girl up, it’s time to go shoe shoppin’
Rubber band banks and the whole crew pop ’em
Switchin’ up the moves, got a few options
Them niggas used to roll with us now they just watchin’

[Hook]
Damn, bottles still poppin’
Tried to stay lowkey but they still watchin’
Yeah, yeah, them niggas still watchin’
They be hittin’ me every day, I guess I’m still poppin’, yeah
Man these hoes, I’ve been tryna drop ’em
I’ve been on some chill shit but I still got ’em, yeah
Yeah I guess these bitches still watchin’
Tried to switch the number on her but she still callin’


Rockie Fresh – Still Watching (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

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[Verse 1]
Pass me the blunt and the aux cord
Freshest on the team, what you think I got a spot for?
I keep player, why, even need a lock for it
Niggas thought I fell off but I was on the top floor
Posted, why these grown men on that ho shit
Life a roller coaster so be careful who you roll with
Future of the futons cause niggas gon’ fold quick
Put ’em in a envelope and send ’em to my old bitch
Take this, hold that, think I need a skull cap
Freezin’ out the break pads, cash in the airbag
So if I crash, I’ma prolly have 100 mil
Give it to the kids just to show ’em how that money feel
Think about ferris wheel, what was in the whip
I tried it on and it’s lookin’ like I fit the bill
Boy I’m always in the clouds, I ain’t in the field
Touchdown, go and get a bag, then go up again

[Hook]
Damn, bottles still poppin’
Tried to stay lowkey but they still watchin’
Yeah, yeah, them niggas still watchin’
They be hittin’ me every day, I guess I’m still poppin’, yeah
Man these hoes, I’ve been tryna drop ’em
I’ve been on some chill shit but I still got ’em, yeah
Yeah I guess these bitches still watchin’
Tried to switch the number on her but she still callin’

[Verse 2]
Alright, now superbowl week I had a super bad freak
Shorty had a super dome with a super technique and
I think she like them skinny niggas far as I can tell
Shit I took her from a nigga in the NFL
Kush cologne, she love the smell, her favorite spell
She said Rockie Fresh the best, other niggas stale
I’m out that water with the sharks and the killer whales
Green diet, I’m talking kush, not talkin’ kale
But shout out to Kellz
And that boy (?)
We was at your door way before my name was ringin’ bells
Two rules — never lose and we never fail
Same thing, same gang, bitch we some alpha males
I hit my girl up, it’s time to go shoe shoppin’
Rubber band banks and the whole crew pop ’em
Switchin’ up the moves, got a few options
Them niggas used to roll with us now they just watchin’

[Hook]
Damn, bottles still poppin’
Tried to stay lowkey but they still watchin’
Yeah, yeah, them niggas still watchin’
They be hittin’ me every day, I guess I’m still poppin’, yeah
Man these hoes, I’ve been tryna drop ’em
I’ve been on some chill shit but I still got ’em, yeah
Yeah I guess these bitches still watchin’
Tried to switch the number on her but she still callin’


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