Tag: YOLO


Meek Mill – King




Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
`Cause they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris

Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann’s
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No folks for these fuck boys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin’ dirty in this tuck boy
`Cause I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo
Before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So every time I spend a hundred K I scream YOLO

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

Crowns on my wrist and my head
And Ima ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead
It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread
Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things
Runnin’ shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I still wake up go and get it, youngin’ on a mission
‘Cause when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field `cause he be throwin’ white

Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me
I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it
`Cause they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
‘Cause when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame




Illy – Catch 22

October 10, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Anne-Marie]
And stay, stay, stay, another round
‘Cause who wants to live forever?
Who wants to burn it down?
Down, down, down, down
And we can paint the town
‘Cause who wants to sing the blues?
So some you win or some you lose
It’s all a catch-22

[Verse 1: Illy]
Yeah, I could be getting old, but I’m getting round
Call it immature, sure, but hear me out
‘Cause the only thing promised is the here and now
If we didn’t live it up, never live it down, yeah
And when I jump I hold on, I’m like, “Oh my Lord”
If it all goes wrong then it’s all my fault
Man, some just want to watch your world burn
But some on the straight and narrow lost first turn, so
Before you play, take a page of my own advice
It’s all a game, know the price when you roll the dice
And what’s the rush man? Nowhere else to go tonight
And we ain’t getting out on time, let alone alive
The choice is yours, your down for the cause
Be hated or adored, but never ignored
And whatever card you draw you can’t win them all
So leave the sad songs at the door, get involved and
[Hook: Anne-Marie & Illy]
And stay, stay, stay, another round
‘Cause who wants to live forever?
Who wants to burn it down?
Down, down, down, down
And we can paint the town
‘Cause who wants to sing the blues?
So some you win or some you lose
It’s all a catch-22

[Bassline: Anne-Marie & Illy]
It’s all a catch-22

[Verse 2: Illy]
Oh, you’re not happy where you at heart, fuck it off then
Just make it not for nothing when you cut your losses
You haven’t got it made, but you got your options
Ditch smokes for sleep, ditch shots for crossfit
What you tryna live longer? Take a bow
What’s the point of all those years if you spend them missing out?
Some of it’s worth the risk, hoping you don’t forget
Bad as the world can get none of it’s permanent
So no politics or parties, even if
We solving world problems with our lager on our lips
And for all the easy ways out, the harder that it gets
Now isn’t that ironic? No Alanis Morissette
We a hard act to follow, pouring the bottle
YOLO the motto, could all end tomorrow
Set your watch fast, stay ahead of your time
If you wait, might never arrive, that’s the vibe so

[Hook: Anne-Marie & Illy]
And stay, stay, stay, another round
‘Cause who wants to live forever?
Who wants to burn it down?
Down, down, down, down
And we can paint the town
‘Cause who wants to sing the blues?
So some you win or some you lose
It’s all a catch-22

[Bassline: Anne-Marie & Illy]
It’s all a catch-22
It’s all a catch-22

[Post-Hook: Anne-Marie & Illy]
Some paint the town (some paint the town)
Some sing the blues (some sing the blues)
Oh some you win, oh some you lose
It’s all a catch-22
Some paint the town (some paint the town)
Some sing the blues (some sing the blues)
Oh some you win, oh some you lose
It’s all a catch-22
Some paint the town (some paint the town)
Some sing the blues (some sing the blues)
Oh some you win, oh some you lose
It’s all a catch-22
Some paint the town (some paint the town)
Some sing the blues (some sing the blues)
Oh some you win, oh some you lose
It’s all a catch-22

[Produced by M-Phazes]