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[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz!)
Yeah, yeah
Take ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacle
It’s the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (Whoo!)
In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam’s Apple
Pull up in the candy car eatin’ a candy bar
And my girl eatin’ a candy apple
Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my neck, uh
They must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of course, I drove some rims to court
I fucked some twins before, I had a Benz before
This is the sin report
This is the murder murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an acronym
Big body when I’m backin’ in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, nigga
Fakin’, nigga, human traffickin’ (woo)
I’m on the Act again, this ain’t a accident
King like Ak-ron
I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)
Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y’all my sons, aww, look at little JR
F-12 same color Kate Moss, ugh, I’m talkin’ wrist in the pot
I’m talkin’ this and you not, I’m talkin’ bricks and you not
I’m talkin’ straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o’clock
This is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Verse 2: PHresher]
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
These bitches got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain’t doin’ no labor
But they shoppin’ at Raleys, they stingin’ like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
They fly on the latest
Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
Pardon my neighbor, we eatin’
That chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffin’ that yayo
If you don’t think I’m that nigga
Swagger on 10 since a day old
It’s a-okay though, whippin’ up whip like it’s mayo
Every track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O
Go off your head like I’m Ayo
Out of this world, talkin’ NATO
It’s ‘cos of jail, don’t be an A-hole
‘Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like Lord
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain’t paid no dues
Real nigga, you ain’t break no rules
High school, niggas ate your food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain’t no fool
Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)
Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)
Gotta break ’em off with these Dre beats (yeah)
Or I might go crazy (yeah)
These niggas too goddamn lazy
Don’t ever, ever, ever try to play me
Lil’ shawty now comin’ from BK
But I’m tryna come up like JAY-Z
Nothin’ but love from my heart
I feel entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I want the title
My mission is [?]

[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Bin Laden with a pen, body it again
I begin slaughterin’ your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental
With an obvious intent
And I will not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a bomb under the bin
And down the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener with a rental, stop!
Back and forth, back and forth
Like Jack Kevorkian’s ass to court
Rap mature, why can’t you be like Macklemore? Huh?
Why you always gotta smack a whore?
It’s likely the psychiatric ward’s a last resort
Something’s gotta give, that’s for sure
Yet you keep comin’ back for more
Not as raw as I was, "’Walk on Water’ sucks"
Bitch, suck my dick
Y’all saw the tracklist and had a fit ‘fore you heard it
So you formed your verdict
While you sat with your arms crossed
Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!)
Nah, dog, y’all sayin’ I lost it, your fuckin’ marbles are gone
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same
Brain’s a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate
Real pain in the paper, I don’t trace
But if I look strange and out of place
It’s ’cause I’m an alien, that’s why I write ’til the page is outta space, yeah
From 7 Mile in Novara to "How can I be down?"
All of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!), we shot for the stars, yeah
‘Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)
So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before
If you think you’re promised tomorrow (yeah!)
Now I’m ’bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it’s luminous, the moon is lit
A freakin’ lunatic, a human computer chip
And I’m soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick
If I was you I wouldn’t do nothin’ stupid due to the mood I’m in
I’m losin’ it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it’s time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it
How many fuckin’ rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt but you won’t admit I smoked
And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit
But am I s’posed to sound like everything else out?
‘Cause I don’t get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself down
But what the fuck have I awoke to?
Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, don’t you?
Hopin’ the old Slim’s gonna spill out, open fire
On your whole camp with this spit I wrote you
So chill out, no, you hoes couldn’t roast me with the shit I wrote you
Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face
And practically cut my mothafuckin’ fan base in half and still outsold you
You just called my shit trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
"Revival’s wack, I don’t like the ‘Zombie’ track
Or when he’s talkin’ that garbage psychotic crap
Where’s your content at? What’s with all the conscious rap?
P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (yeah)
I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack
‘Til I’m ready to respond, then I’ma launch it at ’em
Idiotic from the fuckin’ embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I’ll be back
And when I am, I’ll be at your fuckin’ throat like—

[Outro: PHresher]
Like Chloraseptic

[Intro]
TrapXFicante
Carbon Fiber Music

Yeh yeeeh yeh
Yeh yeeeh yeh (sigo el-, sigo-el, sigo el-)
Eeeh eeh eeh
Yeh yeh yeh

[Puente]
Siempre van a hablar pero no importa
La gente siempre va a hablar mal (yeah)
Yo no sé, siempre yo he sido así
Por nadie yo voy a cambiar mi manera ‘e pensar (¡woo!)

[Coro]
Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Qué me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano)
Qué digan lo que quieran de mí

Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Qué me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano)
Que digan lo que quieran de mí (¡Farru!)

[Verso 1]
No sufra’ y destapa la botella, frontea, bebe, fuma y brinda por la vida
Que mañana si a uno lo matan o te mueres to’ el mundo te olvida
No hay amigos en las malas, en las buenas dicen que to’ son familia
Todo aquí es una hipocresía
Por eso bebo como un loco, fumo como un loco
Salgo como un loco, sí, yo soy un loco
Que nadie nunca pudo entender
Sólo por mi forma de ser (yeh)
Vivo a mi manera, nadie me controla y por nadie yo voy a cambiar
Me gusta la calle, exploto to’ el dinero, vacilo y no paro de janguear
Pero nadie me puede decir na’ a mÍ, pa’ eso josié, lo sudé y me jodí
De donde lo saqué y en qué yo lo gasté, ¿qué carajo te importa eso a ti? (yeh)
Rumbeando y viajando, siempre disfrutando (ehh)
De esta vida corta que se está acabando (ohh)
Los momentos buenos son los recuerdos con los que te vas a quedar (ahh)
Porque nada de lo material cuando te muera’ te va’ a llevar

[Puente]
Siempre van a hablar (siempre van a hablar) pero no importa
La gente siempre va a hablar (skrt, skrt, skrt)

[Coro]
Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Que me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano pa’ mí)
Que digan lo que quieran de mí

Que digan lo que quieran de mí
¿Tú no cree que yo sé que hablan de mí?
Que me envidian y quieren mano pa’ mí (quieren mano)
Que digan lo que quieran de mí
Que digan lo que quieran de mí

[Outro]
Yeh, yeah, yeeh
Yeh, yeah, yeeh
(Quieren mano pa’ mÍ)
¡Farru!
Sharo torres
(¡Woo!)
Yeah yeh
(Quieren mano pa’ mí)
Yeah yeh
Yeah
Yeeh, yeh

[Verse 1]
This is hard work and dedication
Fuck love I like em better hating
Told me wait my turn but I was never patient
This lifestyle is crazy
I need some medication
And that’s the glue of the cookies
If I can’t smoke in your club, don’t try to book me
I toured the world with kiss
I’m not a rookie
I’m in a class by myself
Ya’ll played hooky
They like Nino Man why the fuck you ain’t blow yet
I said I don’t know b
Guess they don’t know yet
But timing is everything
I bet you imma go next
This still the beginning
They ain’t even see the glow yet
But the real show me my love
They say I’m popping
Reason why I know imma make it
Cuz I ain’t stopping
Niggas keep on talking that jazz but I ain’t stopping
Always keep my foot on that gas so I ain’t flopping
Everything I got in life I had to work hard for it
Know I had to drive I just couldn’t find that car door
I was tryna get it, moms wanted me in job core
That’s the main reason why I had to get on my job more
Cut a couple off now I’m funny
I just got tired of having friends cuz I got money
I got tired of having friends cuz of cars and when they need it
It’s fucked up people only your friends when it’s convenient
I want real love, it’s too many that’s pretending
Fuck with me for me not just when you see me winning
But I’m on a wave they say it’s taking forever
Remember one thing, better late than never

[Verse 2]
It’s crazy how your fans will stress you cuz they waiting
Crazier how they know you successful
Your mans hating
But wait, that’s all deception
May believe what they see, that’s all perception
Loyalty is like Wi-fi, poor connection
I just want the lord to bless them
From the seniors to all the freshman
Lox is like the X-Men
To all federal and state corrections
What you better do is take your blessings
Still can’t escape your lessons
Still got to make your weapons
First try then try more
Team player and I ain’t got to have the high score
I was taught to knock off the work
Then buy more
I know it got to hurt to die poor
They say life is what you make of it
The squares in your circle will always fuck up the shape of it
When the hating is blatant just for the sake of it
They try to get the god on some satan shit
Ain’t nothing popping alive
Niggas make it lit
Money is precious, time is sacred
Imma be great forever
Better late than never
Better late than never
Better late than never

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Ugh ugh ugh
Fed shit
Ayy, gangster shit only nigga
Lil Baby what’s poppin’?
DMac got me too bangin’
All four of my pockets full now

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby]
I can’t be totin’ no handguns (Glock)
Unless that bitch come with a thirty (with a thirty)
I can’t be fuckin’ these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy (with a friend)
I can’t be drivin’ no regular cars (skrt)
That bitch gotta come with a button (a button)
I was broke like a while back
Now I’m up all of a sudden
I can’t be rappin’ for free, they gotta send me the budget (send me that)
I can’t be fuckin’ these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber (slip in that)
I can’t be rockin’ no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can’t be drinkin’ on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
I just came home with nothin’ (woo)
Now I’m up all of a sudden (hey)
Now I’m up all of a sudden (hey)
Now I’m up all of a sudden (hey, hey)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Moneybagg, Moneybagg (fuck with it)
I’m in the booth with a money bag
Here go the bricks, where the money at?
Give me a load, I ain’t comin’ back
I make ’em shoot where your stomach at
We gon’ pull up where your mama at
Runnin’ through hoes like a running back
We can fuck but you can’t call this number back
If you knew better, baby you’d do better
I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner
I’m with MoneyBagg, we went four federal
Four Pockets, Bread Gang, who better?

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Lil Baby]
I can’t be totin’ no handguns
Unless that bitch come with a thirty
I can’t be fuckin’ these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy
I can’t be drivin’ no regular cars
That bitch gotta come with a button
I was broke like a while back
Now I’m up all of the sudden
I can’t be rappin’ for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can’t be fuckin’ these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
I can’t be rockin’ no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can’t be drinkin’ on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
If I said fuck you I meant that
I’m whippin’ this coupe, I ain’t rent that
The shit that you savin’, I spent that
And if you want smoke you can get that
I just want proof of the backend
Any time I fuck her I hit from the back end
I’m pullin’ her hair while I dig in her
She like hold up baby, keep my tracts in
I can’t hit that bitch raw, got a glove on me
I’m in the trap with the drugs one me
I just went bonkers all up, exclusive gang
Fly as fuck like a dove on me
Diamonds wet like a tub on me
Hurricane Harvey, flood on me
Left the spot with a dub on me
Walk in the spot, bitches tug on me

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Lil Baby]
I can’t be totin’ no handguns
Unless that bitch come with a thirty
I can’t be fuckin’ these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy
I can’t be drivin’ no regular cars
That bitch gotta come with a button
I was broke like a while back
Now I’m up all of the sudden
I can’t be rappin’ for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can’t be fuckin’ these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
I can’t be rockin’ no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can’t be drinkin’ on regular soda, all of my kush be muddy
I just came home with nothin’
Now I’m up all of the sudden
Hey, now I’m up all of the sudden, hey
Now I’m up all of the sudden
I just came home with nothin’
Now I’m up all of the sudden
Hey, now I’m up all of the sudden, hey
Now I’m up all of the sudden

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 1]
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 2]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 3]
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel

[Hook] x 2
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine