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[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
Stay up in your lane
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
I’ma do my thing, yeah
Better keep your mouth closed
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced
I was outside all the way from the morning
That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
I was on a xan, after that I crashed

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Intro]:
Feel like I’m-
Ay (ooh)
Fucking around (yeah)
Yeah (yea, yea, yea)
Ay (what)
Yeah, yeah

[Hook]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead

[Verse]:
Ay, I fucked the game up
I drew the game up
We do not play bruh
In my own lane bruh
That bitch is lame bruh
You know you is a lame hoe
My bitch from over state
She gon come down state

[Bridge]:
What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah
What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
What you mean? Yeah
What you mean? Yeah
What you mean? Yeah
What you mean?
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
What you?

[Hook]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead

[Verse]:
Pink roses, pink lean
Pink Audies, pink beans
Pretty foreign, bitch clean
[?]
Xan up, I’m next
You know I’m next
Your bitch wanna sex
Your bitch want-

[Bridge]:
Pink roses, pink lean
Pink audies, they like beans
I like bean, I like beans, I like lean (he-hey, ooh)
Fuck it, yeah
Fuck it, yeah
Fuck it, yeah!

[Hook]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Intro]
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one representin’ BK to the fullest
Bastards duckin’ when Hov be buckin’
Chicken-heads be cluckin’

[Verse 1]
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin’
Cookin’ coke in the kitchen
Back when Rodman was a Piston
Mike was losin’ to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
Assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet here’s a verse from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
Yet we know not what we may be"
So maybe I’m the one or maybe I’m crazy
I’m from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin
Yeah, that’s where it all started
When Denzel was blottin’ carpet, I’ll pack a… nine millimeter
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y’all
Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
There’s room on the bandwagon, don’t abort
Marcy me

[Verse 2]
Marcy me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
I’m a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
That’s poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
Came through the bushes smellin’ like roses
I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe, I’m talkin’ bustin’ off the roof
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y’all flirtin’ with death, I be winkin’ through the scope
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concludin’ my concerto
Marcy me

[Outro: The-Dream]
Must be in the air
Oh, can’t walk away, I know, I know
Just the way I’m raised
I know, I know, I know
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Just the way I am always gonna be
I ain’t gonna change, no
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
I ain’t gonna change, no
I ain’t gonna change, no
Couldn’t change me if I wanted to
You couldn’t change me if you wanted to
I’ma take this with me to the Moon
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo…)