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First time I ever made a bill
Went to Athlete’s World
First time I ever made a bill
Got the Pac-man Pro Keds
Thirteen, little boy didn’t know yet
Twenty-three, stretch a bill out the doorway
Gotta real one who sugar baby all day
Any given moment, it could all change

First time I ever made a bill
Went to Athlete’s World
First time I ever made a bill
Got the Nike zip up
Better not shrink up
Now I feel the brink of, destruction
When I can’t pay for luncheon, feel like I’m halfway to nothin’

First time I ever make a mill
I’mma spend that dough
First time I ever make a mill
She gon’ leave her daddy
She gon’ need a caddy
She gon’ lead that happy
Me gon’ feed the family
Master Gordon Ramsay

First time I ever make a mill
Team gon’ prosper
First time I ever make a mill
They gon’ call me Daddy Mufasa
That’s a lotta pressure for a dollar
That’s a lotta heavy marijuana
That would get ya steamy in a sauna
All that cream in ya pocket like

First time I ever made a bill
Went to Athlete’s World
First time I ever made a bill
Got the Pac-man Pro Keds
Thirteen, little boy didn’t know yet
Twenty-three, stretch a bill out the doorway
Any given moment, it could all change
Any given moment, it could all change

First time I ever made a bill
Went to Athlete’s World
First time I ever made a bill
Got the Pac-man Pro Keds
Now look at me, standin’ on my own two
I don’t need the money, someone get me soju
Get me sweet potato, salt fish, soul food
Don’t need the money, I know I’m goin’, uh

First time I ever made a bill
Yeah
Yeah
First time
First time

First time I ever made a bill
Went to Athlete’s World
First time I ever made a bill
Got the Pac-man Pro Keds
Thirteen, little boy didn’t know yet
Twenty-three, stretch a bill out the doorway
Gotta real ones who sugar baby all day
Any given moment, it could all change

It could all change
It could all change
It could all change
It be so strange, ay
It be so strange, ay
So strange
So strange
So strange

Ay, ay, ay
Jekyll, Hyde, I could find
Something with li’l Jeffe
I could die, for this shit
Watch me hit the b- (Don’t rock the ship)

I could be the man (Don’t rock the ship)
I could get the money (Don’t rock the ship)
I could raise their hands (Don’t rock the ship)
I could act a fun-

I could be the man
I could get the money
I could raise their hands
I could act a funny

I could act a funny
I could act a fool
I could see you want it
Yeah I want it to, I, I want it too

Ain’t it amusing

(Don’t rock the ship)

[Intro]
Break out the fine..- Villain!

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I warm it up like Kane in his prime
Fuck with us, you insane in the mind
You cowards way out of line
Money talk, boy you wasting my time
You don’t want to put the work in
You just want a taste of the shine
Real talk, so it’s hard to trust
I’m in it for the long ride
Like I drive a chartered bus
Scars and blood, from the deadly bars I bust
In Czar we trust, the army buy they bombs off us
Blog about it naysayer you can hardly doubt it
Who’s the best who’s the worst we could argue hours
Run into soldier field, I’m Jordan Howard
Nowadays they respect money more than power
Money, power, respect: we all want some
I ain’t waiting I needed it one lump sum
Made men trade hands with young dons
They stopped manufacturing the cloth that I’m cut from

[Verse 2: Esoteric]
I be laughin’ at the beef as though I’m body-shamin’ exes
Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
Reckless, run it up like "Eso, listen please"
Alright I’d like the beat except the snare, kick and keys
Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class on
So I got no pupils like Spidey with the mask on
Generally speaking, each rhyme is five star
Split personality, I ride with a side car
I can’t think of the rhyme, it must be misplaced
It’s on the tip of my tongue like Stan Smith’s face
Hold on – hmm, something ’bout a fly sound
And how you got no bars like a dry town
So pipe down
The beat bumps like bad skin
"Captain gonna teach stuff"
Shout to Kraglin that’s the line, yeah
Let the mind take where the cameras can’t
It’s very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant

(DOOM was imminent)

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
DOOM jet lagged, good afternoon or is that night?
Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
Catch flight, [?] so he tends to pack light
Got jokes, but usually don’t engage in no snap fight
Could be considered a waste confrontin’ snakes on the back bite
Detrimental to culture that they lack sight, ass-wipe
Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a trashed mic
Mo’ flavor in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
Lookin’ round for something, he still scurry
Bewilder, incite riots, minds gone blurry
There wasn’t really shit to say
Much to they chagrin or dismay
Licks had ’em on the ropes, then he made a big mistake and hit the hay
Went home and hit the day
Burn the midnight oil and flip the shit a different way
Disaster, time is a component
Settin’ fire to rappers in a monumental moment
And the game’s potent, it’s like a never-ending quotient
A minute ago it was smiles and hugs, now where the fuck the dough went?
He so bent it’s like he set the shit straight again
Bombs from the drop and he ain’t even close to sayin’ when
(V-V-Villain)
Nothin’ ever stolen
Was given as a blessin’, think the universe owe him
Got faked in the vessel but know when to keep rowin’
Yeah and get up out your own way when deliverin’ a poem
Those who think they do, don’t know him
No different than a squad of birds ready to blow him
Sorry Charlie, get back up on your Harley
Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at Atari
Drop they ass deep in some far-off Safari
And prob’ly even got the answer to, "Who the hell are we?"
Metal face squad drone, tell the real ones, "Shalom"
In a calm tone, bomb thrown

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that lie a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me?
You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
You could have had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Damn, why are you playin’ with me?
You don’t even like girls, ha
So I need you to tell me, baby
What you want just like the Spice Girls
It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise, I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I ain’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
‘Cause I’ma need that time back

[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with?

[Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
Who, yeah
Yeah
I’ve been on the same shit

[Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Huh
You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same shit
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah

[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da

[Intro: Dia]
Don’t be anxious, or impatient
‘Cause I-I-I want to hold you close and never let go

[Bridge: Juice]
Yeah, she said baby don’t go, but you and I got to be for you and I
This that do or die, po pimp shit recordin’ in the sky
And I get so high that I forgot ’bout last night, right
Yeah, she said baby don’t go, but you and I got to be for you and I
This that do or die, po pimp shit recordin’ in the sky
And I get so high that I forgot ’bout last night, right

[Chorus: Erick & Juice]
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)

[Verse 1: Erick]
Ooh, I say we struggle
It’s hard livin’, streets have been unforgivin’
Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners
‘Cause these my brothers, love ’em to death
Written in stone, so when I’m gone, they huggin’ our breath
Don’t frequent Hell, Gorillaz-pin on lapel
There’s 6 grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself
Growin’ and breakin’ ties, cryin’ and savin’ lives
Couldn’t be discontent, temptation arrives

[Verse 2: Juice]
Yeah, I’m patiently waiting
But I don’t really give a fuck if we ain’t in your rotation
I put the heart up on this bitch and can’t nobody take it
Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon’ make it
Check it, but these my brothers, love ’em to death
Written in stone, until I’m gone, we puffin’ the death
No concern, nah, compare us, how?
Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan’s shuttin’ down now

[Verse 3: Erick]
I put the bread down on something I wanted for years
If my brother need some money, man I prolly sell that shit hey
Break it into pieces, ooh wow there it is
Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist
Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate
This is why I love you dog, smokin’ at your mama’s crib
My brother not a local, my brother travel continents
No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Debra’s only son, he was conceived in King’s County
That was ’89, by ’92 he was already rowdy
Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child
And his momma workin’ three jobs, one was dealin’ with drama
‘Cause I was wildin’, he used to rarely see his father
They seperated, couldn’t keep his dick in his pajamas
Because he was out there hustlin’, tryin’ to be a provider
Tryin’ to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars
They tell you ’bout my family, that bipolar disorder
And due to karma my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughter
When I was 5, I told my mama I wanted to die
And then we cry, the crazy shit, man, it wasn’t a lie
Man, this life is filled with stress
So much oppressed, call New York City "9"
I sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I’m blessed
My gran’ died from cancer, I quit them cigarettes
Weight of world on my shoulder, I just finished my reps
All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex
Feelin’ so self destructive, like I’m clingin’ to death
Took my 5 digit check and copped some bigger baguettes
Take a look at my writing, finger charm on my neck
Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won’t prevail
I really be shopping for happiness, but that shit ain’t for sale
But if you don’t show ‘em then they won’t think you do it well
I heard that blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers
But these my brothers, they ain’t got real brothers to know the difference
And Erick if I could, I’d give your mama my kidney
‘Cause she’s my momma too
I promise you I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
Load .45 Rat-tat, homicide for my niggas
Word up, ’cause you my brothers, love ’em to death
Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest
To prove to you that it’s Zombie gang, rotten flesh
That’s to the death, nigga—no more, nothing less
True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed
I’m takin’ care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees
For custody, she wildin’ out on court, I’m like, "Give that bitch what she needs."
(Order in the court!) Judge please (order!)
I guess I still got alot to maturin’ to do
I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin’ to do
This game is supposed to be locked in, I leak through
Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through
Ooh, it’s Darky baby, a whole different hue
My grand-daddy got 8 balls, come and get a cue
I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clue
Headshot, red dot, now make a move

[Chorus: Erick & Juice]
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)

[Verse 1]
You call me all friendly
Tellin’ me how much you miss me
That’s funny, I guess you’ve heard my songs
Well, I’m too busy for your business
Go find a girl who wants to listen
‘Cause if you think I was born yesterday, you have got me wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
So I cut you off
I don’t need your love
‘Cause I already cried enough
I’ve been done
I’ve been movin’ on since we said goodbye
I cut you off
I don’t need your love
So you can try all you want
Your time is up, I’ll tell you why

[Chorus]
You say you’re sorry, but it’s too late now
So save it, get gone, shut up
‘Cause if you think I care about you now
Well, boy, I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 2]
I remember that weekend
When my best friend caught you creepin’
You blamed it all on the alcohol
So I made my decision
‘Cause you made your bed, sleep in it
Play the victim and switch your position
I’m through, I’m done

[Pre-Chorus]
So I cut you off
I don’t need your love
‘Cause I already cried enough
I’ve been done
I’ve been movin’ on since we said goodbye
I cut you off
I don’t need your love
So you can try all you want
Your time is up, I’ll tell you why

[Chorus]
You say you’re sorry, but it’s too late now
So save it, get gone, shut up
‘Cause if you think I care about you now
Well, boy, I don’t give a fuck

[Post-Chorus]
I see you tryna’ get to me
I see you beggin’ on your knees
Boy, I don’t give a fuck
So stop tryna’ get to me
Tch, get up off your knees
‘Cause, boy, I don’t give a fuck about you

[Bridge]
No, I don’t give a damn
You keep reminiscin’ on when you were my man
But I’m over you
Now you’re all in the past
You talk all that sweet talk, but I ain’t comin’ back
Cut you off
I don’t need your love
So you can try all you want
Your time is up, I’ll tell you why
(I’ll tell you why)

[Chorus]
You say you’re sorry, but it’s too late now
So save it, get gone, shut up
(Too late now)
‘Cause if you think I care about you now
Well, boy, I don’t give a fuck
(Boy, I don’t give a fuck)

[Post-Chorus]
I see you tryna’ get to me
I see you beggin’ on your knees
Boy, I don’t give a fuck
So stop tryna’ get to me (get to me)
Tch, get up off your knees
‘Cause, boy, I don’t give a fuck