Tag: Royal Rumble


Jay Critch – I’m Buggin Lyrics


[Intro]
M-M-Money
Jay Critch, hood fav
I think these stupid niggas thought it was over
Yo get 12, I think these stupid niggas thought it was over yo, aye, hey

[Chorus]
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
f*ck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f*ck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f*ck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble

[Verse]
Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle
When I was young, always wanted to hustle
Downtown looking like it's Royal Rumble
Make niggas run DMC, no Russell
I'm in the back of the Benz smoking truffles
Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles
In the book bag got a clip like, (boom)
Niggas ain't worried bout no little scuffle
Like I ain't get this shit all off the muscle
It's 30 gang, got the brains in the muscle
He called the police so we ain't gonna touch you
She said I'm lame, bitch I ain't wanna touch you
Young nigga had to get used to the bag
Nigga got rich I ain't even have a mixtape
Nigga got rich I was only 18, couldn't even go in the club get shitfaced

Diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah shitfaced
Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
Nigga I ain't rapping, I'm just talking 'bout life
Worry bout M's, niggas worried bout ice
When you getting cheese, better worry 'bout mice
And I'm in the V thinking 'bout my guys
I'm in LV getting way too fly
Niggas in between trying to play both sides
But they know a nigga having real mob ties
How you with the gang if you ain't gon ride
Can't f*ck with him cause he ain't on time
Big bucks nigga, I remember them dimes
I'm with a baddie she asking my sign
I'm blowing up, I ain't wasting no time
World war shit like it's Vietnam
[Chorus]
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
f*ck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f*ck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f*ck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble


Cochise – Knicks Lyrics


[Intro]
(Now, I got y'all fools this time, hit it)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, okay, uh (Carlos is in here)
Uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, yeah, uh, okay, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah), uh, okay

[Verse 1]
I can be a bucket for the Knicks
I know a couple Bloods, but I know a lot of Crips
Want VVS on my necklace, but the ocean make me sick (Sick)
Got Puma on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Nip (Nip)
I got it, don't trip, uh, I can't be no simp (I can't be no simp)
Can't even bother takin' shawty on a trip (I'm on a trip, ayy)
These niggas envy you and then they ask for tips
God with me so I do not worry, keep a grip (I keep that grip)
(Hit it)

[Chorus]
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up ('Em up)
Take 'em to the truck (The truck), that boy out of luck (Of luck)
I might leave 'em stuck (Huh?), wet that nigga up (Huh?)
Heard he got the Runtz (Huh?), we gon' stick him up (Huh?), yeah
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah, like a tux, yeah (Tux)
Feelin' like I'm Guts (Oh yeah), tell that boy, "What's up?" Yeah
Tell that boy, like hold up, cold like Minnesota
Bendin' her back like folders, in her mouth like molars (Hit it)
[Verse 2]
I can be the center for the Heat
And when it hit the summertime, I might just get the Jeep
I hit them with the step back, when I play, I'm too elite (I'm too elite)
I'm steppin' on they necks, they gettin' mad because it's screeched, uh (Oh yeah, because it screeched)

I was like "What's up?" Yeah (What's up?)
Heard that he been actin' up, I know he gettin' pressed up
Talkin' tough online, but man ain't really have his chest up
619, swingin' off the rope and caught his neck up
He was blind, hit him with some years and now he— (Hit it)

[Chorus]
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up ('Em up)
Take 'em to the truck (The truck), that boy out of luck (Of luck)
I might leave 'em stuck (Huh?), wet that nigga up (Huh?)
Heard he got the Runtz (Huh?), we gon' stick him up (Huh?), yeah
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah, like a tux, yeah (Tux)
Feelin' like I'm Guts (I'm Guts), tell that boy, "What's up?" Yeah
Tell that boy, like hold up, cold like Minnesota
Bendin' her back like folders, in her mouth like molars (Hit it)

[Verse 3]
I got the racks, I put 'em in packs, I make it a double (Yeah), yeah
I'm in the back, I'm hittin' that MAC, I'm makin' it crumble, yeah
My money is comin' and it's so abundant, they buzzin' like bumble, yeah
My niggas, they comin' at me, I done just told this shawty I'm humble, ooh, yeah
But I pass, I still got this rumble, I got this money to rumble, ooh, yeah
Just like WWE, I'm ready to rumble, ooh, yeah
Royal Rumble, I'm in it, yeah, I make it tumble, uh, yeah
Run it up, uh, Q move, R move, they call me Rumble, uh, yeah (Hit it)


Dreamville – Sacrifices Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Johnny Venus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Young nigga back from the dead
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
Channels on top of the dresser
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Gotta watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress-up
I got an idea
‘Less you wildin’ out in my hood, dawg ain’t right here
Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah
Let the AK spray straight before I’m finished, yeah
As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
Maybe that’s what life is

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Ayy, man, caveman
Two drink, cave in
Two blunt, ease up
Booyah, leaves up
Who care? Who there?
Do what? Wake up
The hell, happened
We want, hands up
Pay you, dare you
Motherfuck, motherfuck
Sister fucked, granny fucked
System, get some
Yeah, you, day two
Yeah, you, you, you
You a van, through the van
Stripper, good Lord
Top chi, not me
Boy, please, whatever
You next, to death
To go, ooh, oh
Who’s that? Ring ring
Your number, bang bang
Callin’ up, talk it up
Move over

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose

[Verse 3: Smino]
Shit lookin’ all red from the North with the power
It ain’t Santa Claus
Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I’m Atlanta Claus
I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
Been gettin’ to the bread, tryna keep this shit low
But it ain’t workin’, my
Circle on fire like a circus now
Around the same niggas I been around, so
Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)
Reggie lil’ nigga from the North Side (North Side)
It’s astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)
Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim’
Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)
Opinion on advance when you walk past
(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)
Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar
G-Star jeans on my sneakers
I’m a real soulful nigga, collard greens inside your speakers (Yeah, yeah)
Ferguson days on Castro, wasn’t no cash flow
But I’m good for the arch, I’m Dr. Scholl’s
I’m good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Bloody sacrifices

[Verse 4: Saba]
Yeah, ayy
Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
They’ll be right across your head like it’s Ash Wednesday
You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
You can’t sit, and if we ain’t siblings, then I can’t relate
To they shit, I’m Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin’ like pump fake
I don’t need nothing but one take
I’m from the part of the city where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight
Our politician a fuckface
Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
We duel like a small town wager
How I’m the dropout major
Success stories, I favor
Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
Tell pigs as-salamu alaykum
You ain’t ’bout static like AM radio, ain’t even play him
I put my heart and my all in my art, I’m alternate
All of them are the same, it’s harder to tell ’em apart some days
I thought I’d call ’em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it’ll take for me to call ’em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I’ve introduced to you
Via the studio, got ’em studying our mixtapes
I’m from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama
I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

[Verse 5: J. Cole]
You can’t be everything to everybody
I wanna be your lover, your best friend
Your Batman, Spider-Man
Fight to polish who and now your rival’s in
I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up
I wanna be the one that feel you up
On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up
I wanna be the one to build you up
A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah
And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder
Pull you under
Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble
We done moved out to the boondocks
Built a big house, there he wonders
How somewhere along the way
He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
When you rich, niggas don’t wanna correct you
Say something crazy, they won’t interject
Do every drug that you want, they gon’ let you
Dangerous when it’s nobody to check you
I be havin’ to check myself
Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
I be havin’ to spread my wealth
I used to be at the crib myself
7 years old, off of Bragg Boulevard
Where they bag up the raw
They gon’ stand on the corner, one hand on they balls
And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws
Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star
And I ran into you like I met you before
Now damn, me and you goin’ half on a boy, sing

[Verse 6: J. Cole]
Huggin’ the block, huggin’ the block all day
I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay
She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day
She ridin’ with me on the road, she ridin’ with me in the A
Huggin’ the block, huggin’ the block, okay
She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way
She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay
I’m crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face, hey

[Refrain: J. Cole]
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don’t love you how I’m supposed to
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don’t love you how I’m supposed to

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices




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