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[Intro: Young Thug]
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
Fuckin’ with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight
Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don’t check no price
My lil’ bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I’ll give you 25 racks
How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don’t worry ’bout that
Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that
Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
If anything missin’, just connect the dots
Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop
Street Lottery, they waitin’ on my album to drop

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Pocahontas bitch, her hair long down to her ass
White jewelry on, like the confederate flag
Diamonds on your ankle, I put minks on your back
Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
Trap money comin’ in, thousand bags of gas
Walked in the Cartier store and I fucked up the stash
Good Actavis on, big Rolex on, that new bitch look like a check
15 bitches just came from England, sittin’ on a Global Express
Walkin’ in Fendi, no pretendin’, gotta have a lot of baguettes
Drop top, wintertime, we can’t turn down, 25 karats on my chest
14 keys on my desk, lookin’ like an Olympic
Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci then I spent it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I juug a hundred packs
Walk out the door with it and you’ll never get your money back
200 racks, 200 racks, every month I make 200 racks
Call with a brick or what, how the hell you get off bond for that?
Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up
Tellin’ on niggas just to get their time cut
Wake up out my sleep and count some Freebandz up
Scooter get your money, stay away from them ducks
I’m not in the industry, I’m in the streets with bricks
In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won’t make a sound
God blessed me with these millions so I’ma keep ’em around
Street!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 1]
This fire in my head’s got me on edge
I’m going out tonight
Faded on a thread, don’t know what’s next
I wanna feel alive

[Pre-Chorus]
I kissed a stranger in a white dress
She put a crown on a top on my head
Said every king needs a queen in his bed

[Chorus]
I said, hey girl, hey girl
I’d like to stay here for a while
Just you and I
Far from the places we can’t get away from

She said, hey boy, hey boy
I like your style
I’ll let you play me for a while
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me like a violin

[Drop]

[Verse 2]
I’m here with you now, not coming down
Leave my insanity
Up here in the clouds, look what we found
Oxygen we can breathe

[Pre-Chorus]
Let the madness slowly undress
Rip the mask off over our heads
We can dive down deeper instead

[Chorus]
I said, hey girl, hey girl
I’d like to stay here for a while
Just you and I
Far from the places we can’t get away from

She said, hey boy, hey boy
I like your style
I’ll let you play me for a while
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me like a violin

[Drop]

[Bridge]
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till your hands give in
Play me like a violin

Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till you can’t hide it
Play me like a violin

[Drop]
Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till your hands give in
Play me like a violin

Play me ’till the sun rises
Play me ’till you can’t hide it
Play me like a violin

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Yeah, Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Tryna make my mama proud, uh
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (yah)
I’m just tryna make my mama proud, uh
I ain’t fuckin’ ’round with you (uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
T.R.U. University, I pull it up and murk a beat
Mama house was filled up with bags of Hercules (strong)
Soon as I finished pissin’, I put the seat down
Or my mama’d be cussin’ my damn ass out
Only child, no siblings, no besties
I couldn’t do nothin’ right like a lefty (woo)
Bought my mama’s first house with the juug money (alright)
Bought my mama’s second house with the club money (show)
Me and mama used to trap out the same house (same house)
Used to eat and go to sleep on the same couch (same couch)
Me and mama got busted at the same time (same time)
Went to court and told judge the damn same lies (same lies)
I can tell mama proud of her only son
2 Chainz, I have always worn more than one
Yeah I’m real, I’m ill, you know, you gotta feel
You poppin’ pills, I’m rarer than two dollar bills

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Verse 2: YG]
4Hunnid! My mama ain’t raise no hoe (no hoe)
‘Cause my mama ain’t no hoe (no hoe)
My mama ain’t raise no hoe (no hoe)
Drop a pin and in ten we at your door, nigga
Hoe bitches gettin’ fucked on the floor
They cold-hearted so you gotta do ’em cold
These hoes and my mama can’t get along (why?)
‘Cause my mama ain’t no hoe
I was runnin’ up a check with the homies on the disk
I was fuckin’ up the pork, I ain’t ever do the feds
Got some YGs from the gang, they’ll do you for a check
And you know I’m gang gang ’cause that’s the only thing I rep
Ayy, mama
When I leave the house it’s for them dollars
You are the reason I bought that choppa
‘Cause I know you wanna see me come home proper
Soon as I get right I said I gotcha then I gotcha
4Hunnid!

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Verse 3: Offset]
Mama taught me how to get that bankroll (mama)
Yeah, vault up in my loft in case the bank closed (vault, yeah)
Mama ain’t have it all, we wore the same clothes (have it all)
I kicked the door, I kicked the door, I risked it all for dough (kicked the door)
I found that .44, it turned me to an animal (4, 4)
Got that wide load, niggas wasn’t even compatible (wide load)
Choppa firin’, it soundin’ just like a rattle lure
.223 caliber, you ain’t in my caliber (oh, oh)
Mama told me pray ’cause they’ll keep givin’ me these bucks (bucks)
Sit on that G6, I’m flyin’ high, Aladdin on the rug (mama)
I put Goyard on my mama (Goyard)
Every nigga not partner, son, when you come up (come up)
All them bitches in your face, son, they are piranhas
Stay up out the way, but beat him if he run up (run up)
Mike Jack in his prime with Madonna
I’m just tryna bring her to my mama (mama)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud (make my mama proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I’m just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain’t tryna let my mama down (down, down, down)
Yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe, one more time
Yeah, my mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe
Yeah, yeah, mama ain’t raise no hoe

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F ’cause I’m fresh

[Intro]
Dat Boy Cassius
Nonstop

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Verse 1]
Got so many cars, I’m like, “What I need to be here for?” (Yeah)
Got so much money, I’m like, “What I’m gon’ pretend for?” (Yeah)
Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin’ billfold (No)
And you know I’m kickin’ shit like a fuckin’ field goal (No)
Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Yeah, I’m a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six whips
Times two, I’m cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin’ Panamera (God damn!)
Mind on me (No), so don’t worry ’bout mine
I smoke and get vibes
Look at my eye (Yeah), I can’t decide how to describe
Your nigga lookin’ broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Verse 2]
Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, lil’ bitch, I want me a quarterback
I am indulgin’ in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Don’t fuck with Goofy niggas, that’s Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin’
You gon’ need 4 pair Cartier’s to see my vision
Ok, deliverin’ a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
And I’m signin’ off, no penmanship, yeah

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Chorus]
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon’ eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

[Intro: Duke Da God]
In the beginnin’ of this movement it was all a dream
The passion, the dedication, the persistence
To achieve greatness, to reach each and every speaker from here on out
We didn’t land on the rock, we moved the rock
All my niggas from state to state. All my niggas from town to town
All my people from nation to nation, yes I brought somethin’ powerful with me!
And yes I brought some powerful people with me!
And we’d like to present somethin’ we call More Than Music

[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
Niggas clap to the flow they applaud my music
We do this for the love Duke this is More Than Music
1’s for the money and 2’s for the show and
3’s for the Cadillac ridin’ on vogues, man
Can you imagine how we smashin’
This motherfuckin’ game we got a right to braggin’
I ain’t with the talkin’ fam I see you and attack
And we the Byrdgang I threw this eagle on my back
The Bronx is where I reside haze got me hizzigh
I hustle to get rich; you hustle just to get by
How you cook your coke I ice water with mine
I’ll burn all my money before I give a bitch mine
Picture Rell trickin’ on ’em
They not envelopes picture Rell lickin’ on ’em
The game switchin’ on ’em
Still over the stove cookin’ that raw
And I analyzed the game when Killa took me on tour
All the G’s salutin’ me bitches screamin’ my name
Felt good to be on stage rocks gleam from the chain
I put my life on paper when I record my music
You can look me in my eyes and see it’s More Than Music

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Me I still tag play the groupies
At the Waldorf tryin to valet the hooptie
Sazzae a hoochie with bags made of Gucci
And truly take her to a ballet and movie
What you ain’t understadin’ shorty
Picture me blam the 40
I got a line up of killas tha’tll just blam you for me
Cause when I’m out its like Girls Gone Wild
Soon as I lift up my shirt the cameras on me
I freak a land of hoes sittin’ on that Phantom Rolls
Pound down an O roll it in Habana golds
Sinatra dutches you gots to love it
Addressin’ like dressin’ catch up/ketchup the drop is mustard
See how I switch fag Jag with the rip rag
How many rides I own never been to Six Flags
If the bitch ask for me to really trick bags
I tell her kiss ass hit her with a Kiss laugh
Snitch you should go gossip with the chicks
I’m logically the shit a bottle full of Cris
That’s Prada on my kicks your wife all on my dick
A pimp check the blue mink pocket full of chips
A lot of y’all sick corner based snort this tape
And when I rap scrap they say Lord have sake
The six-minute prince every rapper sorta hate
Cause I do it no pause breathers nor water breaks
They boy get stupid ain’t no more to me
Ain’t no more to see, I’m More Than Music
So the dudes lust ’em it’s a movement fuck ’em
Writers Block for the hell of it and Duke Production