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[Verse 1]
Look
Why when I do this shit they mad
When they do this shit they glad
On my way to get that bag
No discounts on 5th Ave.!
Black girl who’s angry
Media can’t stand me
I may never get this Grammy
But I’mma feed my family!
It’s just me and my bitches
Swear I just love when it don’t have to be ’bout no niggas
I get to be in my feelings
Talkin’ that talk, I’m bout to walk in my thoughts, listen!
Wuzzup with all you black women?
I date a black man named Idris
You say "[I’m] ghetto, he trippin,"
You’d rather him with white women
How you don’t like me, no
When you just like me, oh!
I know it must hurt
He fuck with me and he don’t want her!
That’s why I should be the bridge for you bitches
That’ll help you to get over these niggas!

[Bridge]
‘Cause I don’t trust no one like that
And I ain’t gotta get you back
I let God handle you hoes
Said a prayer for you on the low

[Chorus]
Wish I could be a Kardashian so I could be black
They ask if it’s real, I say it’s real fat
Don’t get caught up in facts ’cause ain’t shit real
And ain’t shit funny, so fuck how you feel!

[Verse 2]
O-o-o-ohhhhh
Why couldn’t Sylvia sign me over B5
Why all these percocets got me feelin’ so alive
I don’t know why-y-y
I gotta fuck with Blac Chyna
She’s such a lion, no Tyga
She’s just a constant reminder
Niggas will sponsor vagina
I ain’t trippin’, no
No time, I’m too busy gettin’ it on my own!

[Bridge]
‘Cause I don’t trust no one like that
And I ain’t gotta get you back
I let God handle you hoes
Said a prayer for you on the low

[Chorus]
Wish I could be a Kardashian so I could be black
Put my face over Pac, wear my braids to the back
Throw a filter on that, ’cause ain’t shit real
And ain’t shit funny, so fuck how you feel!

[Outro]
O-o-o-ohhhhh, oh
Wish I could be a Kardashian, so I could be black
Ooooh yeahhhh, oh…

[Hook]
Big chilling bank roll
Might roll to the bank leave with a bank roll
What happens stays here anything goes
It ain’t no rules anything goes
No more cuffs, chains gold
Had shit on smash every since I came home
Get it how you live nigga anything goes
What happen stays anything

[Verse 1]
Been that nigga but they looking like I just came in it
Ice on high beams hot box and big lane switching
We them niggas loud blowing loud shining can’t miss us
I dont aim for his trust me when I do I can’t miss
Watch your step slippery when wet wrist and chain dripping
I don’t talk just to talk but when I do it’s straightism
They ain’t here cause they couldn’t hear fuck who ain’t listen
I’m from Westside nigga Vegas heights you can’t visit
Life in 3D made it behind tint car a tp
Pull up on it treat D like a drug I got what she need
Tower sloppy still ain’t waste a drop she a neat freak
Work count up count up work power nap then repeat
Valet bring that coupe around let bitches lap up
It’s a marathon and still you niggas lapped up
I subtracted all the extras now its starting to add up
Guess who back? Going crazy call it chiropractic

[Hook]
Big chilling bank roll
Might roll to the bank leave with a bank roll
What happens stays here anything goes
It ain’t no rules anything
No more cuffs, chains gold
Had shit on smash every since I came home
Get it how you live nigga anything goes
What happen stays anything

[Verse 2]
I play my role as I roll my weed roll it to the seed
And I plan to do it bigger than my city ever seen
Don’t ignore all them intuition shit ain’t what it seems
Feel my door fill up and still its stuff and busting at the seam
Cut the check need whats mine nothing less
Henny shots to the head fuck a vest
Name one time that boy there wasn’t repping
Yeah they rock with a nigga to grave yeah to the death
Off that skunk you can smell funk
I don’t fuck with 12 shit unless they on my trunk
Chain swinging everything it’s like its getting drunk
Starting to see I am the nigga been that nigga from chuck

[Hook]
Big chilling bank roll
Might roll to the bank leave with a bank roll
What happens stays here anything goes
It ain’t no rules anything goes
No more cuffs, chains gold
Had shit on smash every since I came home
Get it how you live nigga anything goes
What happen stays anything

[Intro]
SOSA BABY..

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

[Verse 1]
Please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line lookin’ like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
Got my AR with me, that’s my lil sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it’s bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y’all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain’t’ no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

[Verse 2]
Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin’ wit me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don’t pay us no mind
Hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I’m not even lyin’
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I’m not even tryin’
It ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, I’m not even hidin’
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin’
Hit yo’ bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I’m all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy..
I’m a 90’s baby, I know nothin’ bout the 80’s
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin’, I looked up and God just saved me

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

BANG!

Meek Mill remains in prison after his emergency bail request was denied by a judge.

The “Dreams & Nightmares” rapper got the bad news on Monday that his bail was denied by his probation judge Genece Brinkley, according to TMZ. Last month, the Pennsylvania Superior Court rejected Meek Mill’s bail petition and ordered the presiding judge to make a formal ruling on his emergency bail request. There has also been widespread condemnation for the judge who handed down the heavy-handed sentencing last month, but she is unmoved.

Judge Brinkley argued in her legal docs that Meek Mill is a danger to the community and is a flight risk. She also suggest that his urine test may have been tainted because he may have flushed his system with “Fast Flush.” His attorney is once again furious with the judges ruling and vows to continue to fight for the rapper’s freedom. His lead attorney, Joe Tacopina, says that the judge’s ruling “continues her long pattern of unfair treatment.” He also indicate the he will be appealing the judges decision not to grant his client bail.

Meek Mill, whose real name is Robert Williams, is currently serving 2-4 years in a state prison for probation violation. He has been getting a lot of support from the general public and fellow celebrities including his rival Drake and The Game, as well as, other celebrities closer to him like JAY-Z and Rick Ross. Reverend Al Sharpton and Colin Kaepernick have also thrown their support behind the #FreeMeekMill movemnet.

JAY-Z penned an op-ed in the New York Times last month where he blast the justice system for its years of mass incarceration of young black men. He argued that Meek Mill is just the latest victim of a system notorious for oppressing people of color. Last weekend, Hov played Meek’s single “Dreams & Nighmares” at his “4:44 Tour” stop in Philadelphia. He also spoke briefly about the Maybach Music Group rapper’s incarceration.

Quavo and Childish Gambino are cooking up some new music in the studio.

The Migos rapper recently wrapped up his joint album with Travis Scott and already he is moving on to work on something new, this time with his fellow Atlanta artist and close friend Childish Gambino, aka Donald Glover. Quavo ignite Instagram yesterday when he posted a photo of himself and Gambino in the studio. The pic shows the “Portland” rapper appears to be cutting up weed while Glover stands in front of a laptop. “H U N C H O G L O V E R N A W F A T L A N T A,” he wrote in the caption.

He didn’t revealed what they are working on but it could be music or some TV production. Migos appeared on the first season of Donald Glover’s hit comedy TV series Atlanta. He won a Golden Globe award for the show and gave Migos a big shou-out during his acceptance speech when he praised them for their single “Bad and Boujee” and even refers to the group as the Beatles of this generation.

This is the second time that the two posted a photo of themselves in the studio together in recent weeks. Back in October, they posted a pic of Quavo, Donald Glover, Lil Yachty, and Chance The Rapper in the studio together. The final products from those recording sessions are not here as yet, but we are all waiting patiently. Quavo is one of the most requested artists this year for guest verses on other artists music. He is also one of the most streamed artists on Spotify this year as he continues to build a catalog for himself out of the group. Migos is currently working on their new album Culture 2, which they say is coming soon.