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[Intro: Duke Da God]
In the beginnin’ of this movement it was all a dream
The passion, the dedication, the persistence
To achieve greatness, to reach each and every speaker from here on out
We didn’t land on the rock, we moved the rock
All my niggas from state to state. All my niggas from town to town
All my people from nation to nation, yes I brought somethin’ powerful with me!
And yes I brought some powerful people with me!
And we’d like to present somethin’ we call More Than Music

[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
Niggas clap to the flow they applaud my music
We do this for the love Duke this is More Than Music
1’s for the money and 2’s for the show and
3’s for the Cadillac ridin’ on vogues, man
Can you imagine how we smashin’
This motherfuckin’ game we got a right to braggin’
I ain’t with the talkin’ fam I see you and attack
And we the Byrdgang I threw this eagle on my back
The Bronx is where I reside haze got me hizzigh
I hustle to get rich; you hustle just to get by
How you cook your coke I ice water with mine
I’ll burn all my money before I give a bitch mine
Picture Rell trickin’ on ’em
They not envelopes picture Rell lickin’ on ’em
The game switchin’ on ’em
Still over the stove cookin’ that raw
And I analyzed the game when Killa took me on tour
All the G’s salutin’ me bitches screamin’ my name
Felt good to be on stage rocks gleam from the chain
I put my life on paper when I record my music
You can look me in my eyes and see it’s More Than Music

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Me I still tag play the groupies
At the Waldorf tryin to valet the hooptie
Sazzae a hoochie with bags made of Gucci
And truly take her to a ballet and movie
What you ain’t understadin’ shorty
Picture me blam the 40
I got a line up of killas tha’tll just blam you for me
Cause when I’m out its like Girls Gone Wild
Soon as I lift up my shirt the cameras on me
I freak a land of hoes sittin’ on that Phantom Rolls
Pound down an O roll it in Habana golds
Sinatra dutches you gots to love it
Addressin’ like dressin’ catch up/ketchup the drop is mustard
See how I switch fag Jag with the rip rag
How many rides I own never been to Six Flags
If the bitch ask for me to really trick bags
I tell her kiss ass hit her with a Kiss laugh
Snitch you should go gossip with the chicks
I’m logically the shit a bottle full of Cris
That’s Prada on my kicks your wife all on my dick
A pimp check the blue mink pocket full of chips
A lot of y’all sick corner based snort this tape
And when I rap scrap they say Lord have sake
The six-minute prince every rapper sorta hate
Cause I do it no pause breathers nor water breaks
They boy get stupid ain’t no more to me
Ain’t no more to see, I’m More Than Music
So the dudes lust ’em it’s a movement fuck ’em
Writers Block for the hell of it and Duke Production

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1]
And I need your love, I need you here with me
And I don’t care ’bout much else
And I know it’s hard for five million reasons
But I don’t think I could wait

[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh

[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you

[Verse 2]
And I need someone to lay down beside me
‘Cause I can’t sleep by myself
And my poor old heart’s in five million pieces
Now I’m asking for your help

[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh

[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you

[Bridge]
You-ah
You-ah

[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh

[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you

[Verse 1]
King of glory come
I surrender all
Hear my sinful soul
I love You Lord, I love You Lord
King of heaven come
Let Your presence fall
You’re saving, You’re strong
I love You Lord, I love You Lord

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, all my heart belongs, to You
Jesus, every heartbeat longs, for You

[Chorus 1]
Oh lover of my soul
Pull me in Your arms forever!
It’s You and You alone
Burning in my heart
Oh lover of my soul

[Verse 2]
You’re my one true love
Every breathe is Yours
Hear my greatest song
I love You Lord, I love You Lord

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, all my heart belongs, to You
Jesus, every heartbeat longs, for You

[Chorus 2]
Oh lover of my soul
Pull me in Your arms forever!
It’s You and You alone
Burning in my heart
Oh lover of my soul
Keep me in Your arms forever
Oh lover of my soul
I am forever Yours

[Bridge]
Fall in this place
Fall in this place
Fall in this place
Fall in this place
Fall in this place (King of glory come)
Fall in this place (King of glory come)
Fall in this place (King of glory come!)
Fall in this place

[Chorus 2]
Oh lover of my soul
Pull me in Your arms forever!
It’s You and You alone
Burning in my heart (my heart, my heart, my heart)
Oh lover of my soul (lover of my soul)
Keep me in Your arms forever
Oh lover of my soul (lover of my soul)
I am forever Yours (I am forever Yours, forever Yours)
Oh lover of my soul

[Skit]
Nah bruh (huh?)
What you talking bout, homes?
Aye, aye, nigga, Snapchat niggas twisted up real tight
I’m with my motherfucking brothers, nigga (hahahahah)
They was representing for Trump real tight
But we in this motherfucker real tight
Nigga, ain’t left, everything right
Nigga, I’m tight!
Nigga, fuck you talking about?
Ball forever, nigga!

[Intro]
Bounce, bounce
Me and my two, okay
Me and my two, alright, me and my two, okay

[Verse]
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
I’m Zack, you AC, that Jessie and Kelly
I pull up to your hood, just let me know when you ready
I’m rolling up this dub, finna face it, beheaded, mm-mm
Hold on, chill out, please give me a second
I’m drowsy off a Xan, nigga legs is spaghetti
Cut all of the bullshit, nigga chop the confetti
You ready? I’m ready, you ready? I’m ready, uh, alright
Never sell weed cause I’m smoke it too much
I fuck up the pack, I don’t fuck with the sack
And I mean the bread come quick, he told me bring him 300
I brought him excuses and like 200 or something
I mean most of y’all niggas love drugs like me
Love me like drugs, bitch I might be
Yo’ love light bulb, turn on lights please
Turn off your cool, I mean, I might freeze
I mean hold on, relax, please give me a chance
I was moving too fast, I ain’t hear what you said
We was celebrating life, tryna get to the fetty
But me and my two niggas, we like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn

[Outro]
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Nigga, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn