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[Chorus: Bono]
Get out of your own way, hey, hey
Get out of your own way, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Bono]
Love hurts
Now you’re the girl who’s left with no words
Your heart’s a balloon, but then it bursts
It doesn’t take a cannon, just a pin
Your skin’s not covering
And resistance
Love has got to fight for its existence
The enemy has armies for assistance
The amorous, the glamorous, the kiss
A fist, listen to this, oh

[Chorus: Bono]
Get out of your own way, oh, I
Get out of your own way, oh, I

[Post-Chorus: Bono]
I could sing it to you all night, all night
If I could, I’d make it alright, alright
Nothing’s stopping you except what’s inside
I can help you, but it’s your fight, your fight

[Verse 2: Bono]
Fight back
Don’t take it lyin’ down, you got to bite back
The face of liberty’s starting to crack
She had a plan up until she got smacked in the mouth
And it all went south
Like freedom
The slaves are lookin’ for someone to lead them
The master’s lookin’ for someone to need him
The promised land is there for those who need it most
And Lincoln’s ghost said…

[Chorus: Bono]
Get out of your own way, oh, I
Get out of your own way, oh, I

[Post-Chorus: Bono]
I could sing it to you all night, all night
If I could, I’d make it alright, alright
Nothing’s stopping you except what’s inside
I can help you, but it’s your fight, your fight

[Chorus: Bono]
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus: Bono]
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way
Get out of your own way

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
Blessed are the arrogant
For there is the kingdom of their own company
Blessed are the superstars
For the magnificence in their light
We understand better our own insignificance
Blessed are the filthy rich
For you can only truly own what you give away
Like your pain

[Chorus]
Last time that I checked
It was 5 chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked
I was sellin’ zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked
I’m the street’s voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked
First get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Verse 1: Nipsey Nussle]
I been self-made from the dribble
I was been sayin’ I’m a killer
Playin’ no games with you niggas
Pop clutch, switch lanes on you niggas
I laid down the game for you niggas
Taught you how to charge more than what they pay for you niggas
Own the whole thing for you niggas
Re-invest, double up, then explained for you niggas
It gotta be love
Who run the whole city, it gotta be ‘cuz
This for the pieces I took off the monopoly board
And ya’ll niggas false claims, it gotta be fraud
Just keep the hood up out of your mouth, and you gotta be charged
I doubled up, tripled up, nigga what
Banged on the whole game, I ain’t give a fuck
Nobody trippin, had no business, got my digits up
And when I drop, you know I’m ’bout to fuck the whole city up

[Chorus]
Last time that I checked
It was 5 chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked
I was sellin’ zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked
I’m the street’s voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked
First get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
And I come through fly, no co-sign
I ain’t need radio to do mine, I done fine
And I take my time, and take my tribe
Every level that I crossed in this game like state lines
It was visionary, either I’m genius or you niggas scary
Maybe it’s both and this balance I deliver daily
For every nigga in the streets trying to feed the babies
The single mama’s workin’ hard not to miss a payment
And dirty money get washed on royalty statements
Black owners in this game are powerful races
Young niggas in the set that’s doing it makeshift
Out the garage is how you end up in charge
It’s how you end up in penthouses
End up in cars, it’s how you
Start off a curb servin’, end up a boss
It’s how you win the whole thing and lift up a cigar
With sweat drippin’ down your face cause the mission was hard

[Chorus]
Last time that I checked
It was 5 chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked
I was sellin’ zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked
I’m the street’s voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked
First get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Verse 3: Y.G.]
Last time that I checked
I got the front end and the back
We on the way and that’s a fact
This real, this ain’t rap
Where everybody wanna act pro-black (they don’t really wanna fuck with us)
The last lie you heard, this ain’t that
This that, "I done made it out the gutter" shit
Nip told you "fuck the middle man", I said "fuck a bitch"
Fuck wearin’ their clothes, I wear my own shit
Ya’ll can own ya’ll label, I own my own, bitch!
Aye Nip, I remember all that game you taught me
Don’t fuck around and get played by these label owners
Talk that shit to these niggas, Adrien Broner
But secure the win though, don’t let that game fold you
‘Cause when this game over, it’s really game over
And all they do is play the game till this game over
And you be givin’ game like a big brother
Mission; never let em take it from us

[Chorus]
Last time that I checked
It was 5 chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked
I was sellin’ zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked
I’m the street’s voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked
First get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Refrain]
Ain’t no need of stopping, girl
Yeah, there ain’t no need of stopping, girl
Yeah, okay

[Verse 1]
Met you out on Broadway on the hottest night in town
We arrived solo but we were being chased around
Saw you being cornered by some guy you used to know
Stepped in between the both of y’all
Said "I’m leaving, do you wanna go?"

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I’ll be the light when you can’t see
I’ll be the wood when you need heat
I’ll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity
Some shit’s ’bout to go down, I’ll be the one with the level head
The world could end now
Baby, we’ll be living in The Walking Dead

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got supplie-ie-ies
Supplie-ie-ies
I got you, I got supplie-ie-ies
Supplie-ie-ies

[Verse 2]
I don’t know if you remember this, but I was out of town
Flew in on a 3 AM just to show up and hear your sounds
The multiple times, stop, hit the set
You ain’t had it that way, I can guarantee you that

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I’ll be the light when you can’t see
I’ll be the wood when you need heat
I’ll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity
Some shit’s ’bout to go down, I’ll be the one with the level head
The world could end now
Baby, we’ll be living in The Walking Dead

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got supplie-ie-ies
Supplie-ie-ies
I got you, I got supplie-ie-ies
Supplie-ie-ies

[Verse 3]
Ain’t no need of stopping, girl
Can’t nobody top it, girl
Ain’t no better option, girl (okay)
Ain’t nobody stopping, girl
This here when I drop in, girl
I work, work when I clock in, girl (okay)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll be the light when you can’t see
I’ll be the wood when you need heat
I’ll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity
Some shit’s about to go down, I’ll be the one with the level head
The world could end now
Baby, we’ll be living in The Walking Dead

[Bridge]
Now I wanna know everything
Don’t leave a single detail out
I’ll get my lighter, just fell out
It makes me a generous lover
Ooh, I wanna see everything
So don’t leave a single detail out
I want it all on the table
The personal way to, wait

[Refrain]
Ain’t no need of stopping, girl
Yeah, there ain’t no need of stopping, girl
Yeah, okay

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got supplie-ie-ies
Supplie-ie-ies
I got you, I got supplie-ie-ies
Supplie-ie-ies

[Intro]
Pretty brown eyes
You know!

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
I want it, I cop it
Opened the door, then locked it
Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
Ass so soft because it’s not fake
I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
I see you, be on IG “I’m thick”
You sick, damn, you need an IV
Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
You scared of heights (no?)
Well then jump off my dick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
I know you the best for me, you a real winner
Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
You know, you know that ill always be there for you
Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Intro: DJ Teknikz & 2 Chainz]
See, we stacked down ’til we came up
And the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
Haha, Teknikz the muhfuckin’ DJ! Talk to em, Tit!
‘Member in school?
Teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up, you know
You know, what I look up to
I told her I wanted to be the muhfuckin’ dopeman, you feel me?

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (okay!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
As a young nigga, seen ‘em getting to the money
Told my mama, “One day I’ma be one of ‘em”
So many court dates, I’m damn near gone Sundays
Back in the day when ya safe was ya undies
And I can’t complain, I’m tryna take a plane to Onyx
Yeah I’m fly wit ya woman, I get high wit ya woman
They really can’t rap so these niggas started humming
As soon as they did, 12 start coming
You hear them drums? Give the drummer some
Nah (nah) for real, you need to give Drumma some
I looked up to the hustlas in the foreign cars
Who got that strong, Superman, that dun-ta-dun

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley (okay)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, d-boys are legendary
My Pops hustled, so do I, it’s hereditary
These niggas acting like girls, Tyler Perry stuff
Wanna get with me, I tell ‘em, “Neveruary 31st”
Under drugs, it was upstairs, say all I talk about
Is Gucci shoes, but I got more than one pair
One scale, two bales, and a cell phone
Give me two weeks, I turn this shit into the Velvet Room
Velvet rope, red carpet, inhaling smoke
Imagine getting awards just for selling dope

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Sip lean up, we drink out the gold bottles
New Vogues on Lacs like the old models
Wet paint, big feet, make it more hard
Came out the hood from a broken family
The streets was my teacher, they showed me no amnesty
Courts start attacking me, on top of that they adding fees
Stack cheese to stay up, but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard
But I’m posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills of a big man, nah, I’m a dope boy
Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my ho car

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley