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[Verse 1]
Yeah, niggas better lay low, I swear this ain’t no game bro
Asking for blessings won’t prevent you from being preyed on
See I ain’t underground or commercial, I’m in the grey zone
I had bars back when Verizon was making payphones
Niggas say that Hop fell off, I’m yelling "How, stupid?"
Y’all ain’t never eating but verbally making bowel movements
Better bow, you in the presence of wild coon shit
Fuck y’all, you gave me the mic knowing I’ll lose it
My style’s too sick, boy I’ve been programmed with pro raps
All these niggas’ tinder as fuck but still no match
I’m a nice guy but when I’m in front of the notepad
It’s fuck it, dawg, off with his head, shit it’ll grow back
How you claim to be ill when your career ain’t never seen a sequel
Niggas ain’t playing you in they Beats Pill
I could touch lives through the speaker, 3D skills
Stop it boy, I’m on a roll like TV film
I remember niggas didn’t fuck with me, dawg
The tables turned, now we’re even, damn, what are the odds?
There must be a God, you fuck with the ugliest broads
Your hands out, it better be for a lovely applause
Otherwise do not bother
Undercover Prodigy, how could I not prosper?
I am the godfather, style’s beyond proper
Fuck you little lame ass wannabe Hop bloggers mooching off Hop’s dollars
You niggas ain’t shit, you wish you were shot callers
So y’all can get fucked like I do at massage parlors
I’m in and out the Matrix, shit I utilize both
The Grim reaper, you and I know
Will you survive? No
Once this whack MCs find out I crucify souls
They’ll be calling the number on Logic’s suicide song

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Tunechi
Barbie
Young Money

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I been smoking gas, killin’ bitches
Man, I feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I’mma drop a bag, they gon’ pull up
And then they gon’ let them things off
I ain’t switchin’ up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

Percocets and Addies, lookin’ for a fuck I could give
All these hatin’ bitches plottin’ why they can’t let me live
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon’ cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin’, had you dyin’ to spar
You was tryin’ too hard

I’m out here livin’ though, I am out here livin’ though
Me and Tunechi winnin’ though
Slimes out here twinnin’ though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal

A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is piling up, it’s no where to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
‘Cause it taste like cookie dough

Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pack
Niggas don’t mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the Queen (Facts)
I’m everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap
I don’t mean C. Kaep
I’ll get you checked, pussy, I’ll get you a free pap
You bitches don’t ball out, you get your QB sacked
I’m OBJ hoes, break records like ankles
I’ve been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell ’em carry on, they gon’ miss me when I’m gone
I’m gone

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, ’bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa
An Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha
The yayo doin’ yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers
I don’t know how I woke up
‘Cause I was in a coma
But now I’m in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin’
The plug ain’t charge me nothin’ for it
I cried tears of fuckin’ joy
"LV"s on my luggage, boy
Don’t ask me where I’m fuckin’ goin’
I pull up with my skaters
Make them beat you with their fuckin’ boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parking lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the steamboat
And dissapear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-o
Then disappear like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen’s throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, Five-hundred gang
On that money train, and we walking ’round with bloody fangs
Playin’ hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block like the thunder came
When my youngest came, that’s your mother’s name
Hit the address, knockin’ down picture frames and other things
Throwing up peace signs like stomach pains
Sugar cane get took to Spain
A kilo fell and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn’t complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what’s her name
He’ll book a bang
You don’t even know where to put the blame, that’s cold

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Outro]
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Smart Car
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Uber
That’s some sick shit

Intro: DJ Holiday and Dave East]
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that hated
This yo’ karma, nigga
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…

[Verse: Dave East]
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam
Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick
They know I could fuck they bitch
I probably hit me a hundred licks
We was really in that Crown Vic
All I need me is a down bitch
To take the product out of town quick
Can’t be nervous, you around this
Louis got me wearing brown kicks
Looking like I stepped in dog shit
Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling ’til we all rich
Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks
Porsche drop with the fog tints
Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
I ain’t got time for the talking
Killed them early, that’s abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
Told my driver back the Porsche in
You want a feature, can’t afford it
I bet I fuck her ’til the morning
This foreign like 100 horses
GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
All of my bitches is gorgeous
VVS is sitting flawless
I popped two percs and I’m nauseous
I got your bitch sitting court side
Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high
Karma
What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor
Got yo’ bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama
Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
LV Supreme the bomb
Hot temper need to [?]
Most of my denim is Fear of God
Only thing I ever fear was God
It was so hard to go get it, y’all
If they had that powder, we get it hard
I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga
Say my name we gon’ go get him robbed
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
You got some money, nigga, we can talk
I don’t even take a weekend off
Everyday feel like a holiday
I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday
I get the drop from a block away
You was that nigga, but not today
I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
All gas we don’t touch breaks
I wore Gucci for two months straight
12 pounds in a Mustang
Your hands never touched weight
Your hands never touched guap
Downtown on a dust block
Hear this blowin’ if this truck stop
Two words, nigga, "fuck cops"
Catch you lackin’ by the bus stop
Awaiting on your train, homie
Blue and whites askin’ ’bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me
Just trappin’ like they ain’t on us
Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me
This nut in my pocket enormous
State to state with the Glock while I’m touring

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
This that Karma shit
All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
It’s the big dog table
You don’t belong here
Dave East
Shit
Holiday
East side of Harlem

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

[Intro: T.I.]
Man, aye
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
I don’t want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Post-Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Verse 1: Dro]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain’t hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

[Verse: ]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
You suckers ain’t trillville
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that’s the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[?]
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)