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[Intro]
Oyy papi, [??]
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
And no apologize for it
I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga
Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
God, I’m so good

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
Fuck up a check, then we making it back
She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
She want the D, I’ve been waiting on that
I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hating on that
And I meant what I said, I ain’t taking it back
We get you chain, we ain’t taking it back
Reach for my chain, get [??] for that
Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
I know we balling too much
And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
I say [??] mami, and call it to us
If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I’m in Balenci’, Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the ‘gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but really you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
While we gettin’ money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much
But maybe they ain’t getting money enough
I say, ‘Dimelo’ papi, he combo the trucks
He gon’ make a tab and I’m running it up, gracias!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin’ and shining since back in the nineties
I’m ’bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the fuck?’
Ain’t no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture
I can’t do nothin’ with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That’s how I do, ay, can’t give you the formula
Don’t stop me, I’m just warming up
Niggas be actin’, the fuck they perfomin’ for
Leave ’em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain’t shit ’bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearin’ my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
Fuck niggas hating, don’t try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Ski an invader
David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then running in tail
Open the vault ’cause you [?] jail

[Bridge: Female voice & T.I.]
Como ese [??] plata or plomo?
[??] como [??]
[??] bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that nigga?
[??]
What’d he do?
Ask him if he got some weed
[??] grande [??]
Man, what’d you just say?
[??] is how you say a lot of weed
Yeah [??] grande [??]
Hell yeah
Mucho
Ya dig?

[Verse 1]
I might lose my mind
Waking when the sun’s down
Riding all these highs
Waiting for the comedown
Walk these streets with me
I’m doing decently
Just glad that I can breathe

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m trying to realise
It’s alright to not be fine on your own

[Chorus]
Now I’m shaking, drinking all this coffee
These last few weeks have been exhausting
I’m lost in my imagination
And there’s one thing that I need from you
Can you come through, through
Through, yeah
And there’s one thing that I need from you
Can you come through?

[Verse 2]
Ain’t got much to do
Too old for my hometown
Went to bed at noon
Couldn’t put my phone down
Scrolling patiently
It’s all the same to me
Just faces on a screen, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m trying to realise
It’s alright to not be fine on your own

[Chorus]
Now I’m shaking, drinking all this coffee
These last few weeks have been exhausting
I’m lost in my imagination
And there’s one thing that I need from you
Can you come through, through
Through, yeah
And there’s one thing that I need from you
Can you come

[Outro]
Through, through
Through, yeah
And there’s one thing that I need from you
Can you come through?

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

[Verse 1]
I’ve been out of state
You been stuck in yours
Its not personal
You call me than i ignore you then
I’m just tryna detach
I rarely ever get time to relax
When I do i’m tryna rejuvenate, meditate

[Chorus]
But I fuck with you from a distance (yeah)
I fuck with you from a distance (yeah)
I fuck with you from a distance

[Verse 2]
You want me to free time
To talk you but I
Only talk to you when I got free time
I guess thats the difference between this and mrs
You looking for someone who has time

[Chorus]
But I fuck with you from a distance (yeah)
I fuck with you from a distance (yeah)
I fuck with you from a distance

[Verse 3]
Yeah, she don’t really care about the fame or the dolla’s
She be bad as fuck in some hoodie and some joggers
I be on the road ignoring all the facetimes
Not tryna break calls, but i’m on my break time
I just did tours non-stop
Had girls on all fours and on top
I had sisters, I had cousins, doing freak shit
Not I’m trnya chill, smoke weed, make music
I know I promised, but sometimes shit pops up when you poppin’
I know we text a lot
When I see you, best believe we havin’ sex a lot
Connect the dots
If we tryna draw conclusions
Love is feeling like its all an illusion
Still young let me go through my phases
Let me adjust, girl I just got famous

[Chorus]
But I fuck with you from a distance (yeah)
I fuck with you from a distance (yeah)
I fuck with you from a distance

[Verse 1: Aluna Francis]
Battle with my instincts
Evolution giving me the skills that I don’t need
And these pills that I think I need
I feel like a wild one
Living in a violence
Stating my enviroment
And I just need a quiet mind
And I’m cool for a while
And I’m cool for a while
Then I’m looking for that high
Yeah, I’m looking for

[Chorus: Aluna Francis]
Superior emotion
Obsessed with the mess and the feeling of devotion
That’s what I want, but I know I don’t need it
That’s what I want and it makes me weak
Superior relations
It’s a test of my faith, that sublime sensation
That’s what I want, but I know I don’t need it
That’s what I want, that’s what I want

[Verse 2: Cautious Clay]
You’re sounding like a martyr
Something you could bottle
Fishing for a follow
But you need patience to love
You’re wasting your modesty
Never had a back track from ago
Chase me once, then you’ll know
Escape that you need
Not gonna fall without hope

[Chorus: Aluna Francis, Cautious Clay, Both]
Superior emotion
Obsessed with the mess and the feeling of devotion
That’s what I want, but I know I don’t need it
That’s what I want and it makes me weak
Superior relations (superior relations)
It’s a test of my faith, that sublime sensation
That’s what I want, but I know I don’t need it
That’s what I want, that’s what I want

[Bridge: Aluna Francis & Cautious Clay]
And I’m cool for a while (cool for a while)
And I’m cool for a while (cool for a while)
Yeah, then I’m looking for that high (high)
Yeah, I’m looking for

[Chorus: Aluna Francis, Cautious Clay, Both]
Superior emotion
Obsessed with the mess and the feeling of devotion
That’s what I want, but I know I don’t need it
That’s what I want and it makes me weak
Superior relations (superior relations)
It’s a test of my faith, that sublime sensation
That’s what I want, but I know I don’t need it
That’s what I want, that’s what I want