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Fka Twigs – Don’t Judge Me Lyrics (feat. Headie One & Fred Again…)


Don’t judge me
Don’t judge me
I know that shit f*ckery
I was broke and I loved myself
Nobody ain’t loved me

Don’t judge me, take care of me
Don’t judge me, take care of my heart
Don’t judge me, be there for me
Don’t judge me, just hold me in your arms

Don’t judge me, take care of me
Hold me in your arms
Don’t judge me, be there for me
Hold me in your arms

Don’t judge me
Hold me in your arms say, we’ll make it through (Don’t judge me)
I’ve got a precious one above for you (I know that shit f*ckery)
Say that you’re praying for me every day (Nobody ain’t loved me)
I’ll send the precious god above your way

Don’t judge me
Don’t judge me
I know that shit f*ckery
Judge me
Don’t judge me
I’ll send the precious god above your way

You know what being black, being from the hood and 17 is powerless
The only change is when you get yourself a heater
I don’t know why me and them op’ers started beefin’
But I blame me or the Willie Lynch theory
Born in the gutter no it weren’t my choice to be here
Funny how both my parents done their most to be here
We can walk free, but are we really walking free here?
How can this be home when I feel I wanna flee here?

I can’t trust the police force and I can’t trust the media
Learn more about my people from the streets than from my teachers
There’s been a million speeches
No justice, no peace
But we in pieces
Officer, am I allowed to breathe here?
I didn’t choose to be me, so why discriminate me?
Paranoia got the gang, the road up with it lately
Feeling like they’re gonna run up in my crib and take me
Rest in peace Mark, you’re forever in our prayers
No more betrayal, we need permanent changes
So we can move forward without turning back pages
No more feelin’ like strangers in this world that we live in
Lord forgive them
No more betrayal, we need permanent changes
So we can move forward without turning back pages
Let them all know that it’s wrong being racist
Help us feel proud when we look at our faces

I’ll send the precious god above your way (Don’t judge me)
I’ll send the precious god above your way (Don’t judge me)
I’ll send the precious god above your way (Don’t judge me, don’t judge me)
I’ll send the precious god above your way

I used to pray for a change
Until I had dirty knees
Don’t judge me
Don’t judge me


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

October 20, 2016

Lyrics

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[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 –