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Teenage rap sensation Tay-K is on trial for murder as an adult and he has one of the hottest rap songs out “The Race.”

The controversial 17-year-old rapper, whose real name is Taymor McIntyre, is currently in jail and is charged with capital murder. On Wednesday, he was in court for a hearing and a judge ruled that he will be tried as an adult. His trial has been delayed reportedly due to lack of enough evidence and his lawyer, James McMillan, says that he is confident that his client will be exonerated.

Tay-K got into some legal trouble last year when 21-year-old Ethan Walker was killed during a home invasion in Mansfield, Texas. The young rapper was arrested and charged with the murder and was placed on house arrest, but he later cut loose his ankle monitor and went on the run, thus becoming a fugitive. As if that wasn’t enough, while on the run he became a suspect in another murder case and as well as an assault case involving a 65-year-old man. He was captured on June 30th in Elizabeth, New Jersey.

McMillan released a statement to The New York Times reporter Joe Coscarelli who posted it on Twitter. “We just concluded the ‘certification transfer’ hearing for Mr. McIntyre,” the statement reads. “The judge has ruled that his case should [be] moved to the adult court based on his age (and the fact that the juvenile court will lack jurisdiction soon). The judge was very clear to tell Mr. McIntyre on the record that this decision has no bearing whatsoever of his guilt/ innocence in this case. After a full day hearing with numerous officers testifying under oath, officers testified there was no evidence that Mr. McIntyre engaged in any of the violent [acts] or possessed any weapons. Mr McIntyre remains upbeat after this hearing. I believe once all of the evidence is presented, Mr. McIntyre will be exonerated on all of the charges. We look forward to moving ahead.”

Following his most recent incarceration, his single “The Race” was released online and almost overnight became a viral hit. The single peaked at number 48 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart this summer and could climb higher.

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— Joe Coscarelli (@joecoscarelli) August 23, 2017

Lyrics Lil Pump – Gucci Gang

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Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yeah
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang.

My lean cost more than your rent, ouu
Your momma still live in a tent, yeah
Still slanging dope in the jets, huh
Me and my grandma take meds, ouu
None of this s**t be new to me
f*cking my teacher, call it tutory
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs
f*ck your airline, f*ck your company
b*tch your breath smell like some cigarettes
I’d rather f*ck a b*tch from the projects
They kicked me out the plane off a percocet
Now Lil Pump fly a private jet
Everybody screaming “f*ck west jet!”
Lil Pump still sell that meth
Hunnid on my wrist sippin on Tech
f*ck a lil b*tch, make her pus*y wet.

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang,
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
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I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaanggg.
Lil Pump lyrics
Video gang

[Verse 1]
Always something just around the corner,
Coming, coming to take me out.
I’m just a fragile girl who’s been broken,
With nothing, nothing to save me now.

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t have the strength to run every day,
And this I’ve made it ain’t going away.
I must turn around and face my mistakes,
I can’t live this way.

[Chorus]
I’ve always thrown caution to the wind,
I thought I’d get away with it.
Here I am again,
Yeah, here I am again.

[Verse 2]
Always someone trying to teach a lesson,
Learning, learning nothing at all.
Cause I’m just a girl who was never protected,
Until I take the blame for every fall.

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t have the strength to run every day,
And this I’ve made it ain’t going away.
I must turn around and face my mistakes,
I can’t live this way.

[Chorus]
I’ve always thrown caution to the wind,
I thought I’d get away with it.
Here I am again,
Yeah, here I am again.

[Bridge]
I’m still here somehow,
Angels march me now.
I’m still here somehow,
Angels march me now.
I’m still here somehow,
I’m still here somehow.

[Chorus]
I’ve always thrown caution to the wind,
I thought I’d get away with it.
Here I am again,
Yeah, here I am again.

[Outro]
Always something just around the corner,
Coming, coming to take me out.

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 1: E-40]
My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
Biatch!

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
I ain’t got speak on what I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin’s for the break in your crib
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sick
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting’ money
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I was gettin’ out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Z06 with the pipes
My young bitch from The Bay
Pussy good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Matte white, white on white Rover
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
What I do?
I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 1]
I used to bump Royal T on the way to pops crib on the East
Glock .9 tucked ’cause ain’t no love in these streets
West side nigga like double Locs used to be
Unified nigga, that’s how it’s supposed to be
I am the keeper of my brother from other
Birthed from the struggle, same goals, just divided by the street codes
Streets cold, hope to heat up the soul
Reach for your goals like how you reach for the stars
I beat the odds like fuck the cards I was dealt
I’m just that nigga from the four that wanted more for himself
Went from big wheels to coupe to villas
From cap guns, now we shoot to live
Hope we survive ’cause tomorrow got to do it big
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib

[Hook]
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

[Verse 2]
See, I remember days I felt like I ain’t exist
Specially with the thought of never minding a shit
Can’t seem to see eye to eye
Tuition like fuck your pride
What’s a dollar tomorrow, fuck, if you don’t make it out alive
Young nigga, I gotta thrive, but that’s my only option
Can’t post a picture of my daughter without that "when you dropping" comment
That reassures that when I drop, it’s poppin’
Pinky promise to my daughter like it ain’t no stoppin’
Old school cutting corners like a nigga cropped it
.45 in the dash, pray I never cock it
I tried to drink it away, but I confronted it scared
I’m scared, let off a Kendrick ad-lib (do-do-doo)
Bloodshed, hood wonder who them niggas with you
To keep it real, my circle small, could never trust too
Who be your people now?
‘Cause looking back, nobody was loyal enough to hold you down
Cut off some people that I love like who gon’ save me now?
Never seen a flower grow from mud, but I’m ten toes to grown
Sometimes I feel like Will Smith when he play ‘7 Pounds’
Sacrifice myself to see some people smile

[Hook]
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

[Outro]
You see, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
See, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)