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[Intro]
Yeah oh
Young Gunna
Ooh yeah

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 1]
Making deposits
The latest, exotic
I’m crazy and modest
Blazing, the hottest
I walk it, I talk it
I like it, I bought it
The [?] dissolve ’em
I drip, a faucet
Bitch, absorb it
Gunna, a martian
The Porsche is more horses
Three bitches, a orgy
I’m feeling important
My car was imported
I’m [?]
These blessings a fortune

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 2]
Breakfast, lunch
Yves Saint Laurent
Kick shit, punt
Pour up, chuch
This Ac’ in it, chuch
Raf Simons, don’t touch
[?], cuff
I cash out, I bag out
[?] the blunt
Snow White, dust
You konw like a skunk
Sound byte, termite
Show lights, us
Give no fucks
Extendo tucked
Don’t get bust

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 1]
The sun shines so bright outside my mind
I am left out one more time, one more time
I see them smiling as nothing’s wrong
I’m sure they’re bothered, but it don’t show
No, it don’t show

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel helpless once again
It’s an endless, unbreakable chain
And I need your help, so please

[Chorus]
Is the weather nice, babe, in your soul?
I think I need some of that sun to shine on me
Is the weather nice, babe, in your soul?
I think I need some of that sun to shine on me

[Verse 2]
It’s those moments you really need someone
But sometimes, that someone is too far away
Too far away

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel helpless once again
It’s an endless, unbreakable chain
And I need your help, so please

[Chorus]
Is the weather nice, babe, in your soul?
I think I need some of that sun to shine on me
Is the weather nice, babe, in your soul?
I think I need some of that sun to shine on me
Well, to shine on me

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel helpless once again
It’s an endless, unbreakable chain
And I need your help, so please

[Chorus]
Is the weather nice, babe, in your soul?
I think I need some of that sun to shine on me
Is the weather nice, babe, in your soul?
I think I need some of that sun to shine on me
To shine on me

[Verse 1: Matt Berninger]
You had your soul with you, I was in no mood
Drift away, and I could forget
I had only one last feather left
I wore it on the island of my head
I had only one thing to do and I couldn’t do it yet

[Verse 2: Matt Berninger]
You felt like heaven stood up in you
You said love fills you out
It moves you from the skeleton and pulls you around
I got it worse than anyone else
And I just can’t find a way to forgive myself
I had only one thing left and I couldn’t see it yet

[Verse 3: Gail Ann Dorsey & Matt Berninger]
I have owed it to my heart, every word I’ve said
You have no idea how hard I died when you left
If I yield to my trances, will I get up close again?
I had only one thing to do and I couldn’t do it yet
I had only one thing left and I couldn’t see it yet

[Outro: Matt Berninger]
You had your soul with you, I was in no mood
You had your soul with you, I was in no mood

[Intro]
Yelawolf
Catfish Billy
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian Jones

[Verse]
Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody
Always been a body from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
Never been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop another hot potato son
Take ’em back to feed my park
With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny’s Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain’t dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I’m
New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a backpack
I’ll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain’t got to act black
I’ll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts
You better cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my tunes
You willing to bet, I’ll make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You’ll be running, trying to escape what’s coming
But the exits blocked, you’re fucked, oh to be a woman
There’s only one Michael Wayne, there’s only one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden (pst), whatever
You’re welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I’ll surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I’ll make that place your home
Like the Sons of Mumford did
Lame, I’m all the way up, woke, turnt
You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt
Bitch I’m on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm
You want the go, I’m all the way buck, you’ll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a student pupil
I’m a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I’ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who’s the man? Who’s the tutor?
Letters flying till the ghetto crying
The police are saying now, “Who’s the shooter?”
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black Rhino’s horn
I was born for the storm, I’m at home in a shit cyclone
Never let bygones be bygones
Rather I’d say, “See ya later, adios”, bitch
Rapping obese is just bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they can’t see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair, what the fuck
Hold up, G… easy
I can’t let this Tom Cruise lookin’ motherfucker just paddle by
Don’t know if I’m watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the foil
I’ll boil you till the kettle’s dry
Have a nice day suave
I’m a different breed, I’m a wolf, OK?
Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows some O.J poured in the glass
With your buttermilk pancakes
Mama’s little helper, daddy’s little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
Bitch holler, “Mayday, mayday”
Then take it to the bank, it’s another payday
Oh you a baller, well take the ball and
Let me here kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I’m permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, fuckin’ one sip
I wanted to go straight back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don’t even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let’s see if he answers back
All that change, tits, and funk chill bill
And the cowboy boots and hats
Damn Postie, why can’t we be friends?
Our clothes already match
Poser, biter, appropriation thief
Give a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you’re my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a Beastside beat
Dribble through the middle up
Crossover on ’em like I’m in the NBA
Look I don’t really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin’ in the pickup
Threw a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon’ know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his grave
Cause I’m a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something baby
No one’s playing, fuck you pay me

[Outro]
Trunk Muzik III

[Intro:]
I am 2 faced slime, slime
I commit all melly crime
I will never let him, drop a dime
Melvin kill you, and he do the time

[Verse 1:]
I’mma slime ball
Watch your back, we a slime yall
Uh, uh I’m a slime ball, uh
Watch your back, we a slime yall
I’m a slime ball, and I’ll admit it dawg
Pullin’ up, give it all, let me get it all
Your bitch she a thot, and I know on the low
She gon’ fuck on me and all my bros
Bend it over, and bust it
Up that tooly no discussion
Niggas sayin’ that, they wit it
Niggas sayin’ that, they solid
Ooh, all these god damn bodies
So many killings in the room, it’s like 13 bodies
In here, these niggas know, we don’t play
I don’t want you to say no mo
Don’t wanna say no mo
Don’t wanna play no mo (play no mo)
Don’t wanna play no mo (play no mo)

[Verse 2:]
I am Melvin, yeah
I’m really steppin’, yeah
The Smith & Wesson, yeah
I want the F&N out
Give me that
Give me racks
I’m cockin’ the Simi-back
I’m bustin’ it at your ass
No cap, no cap, bitch
I ain’t with the rap shit
Nigga want pressure we pull up, hol’ up
That was a sneak diss
Hol’ up, wait, wait, bitch
Do you like [?] this
This your best friend and on Twitter, and he was like “yeah, just tweet this”
And you’ll die ’bout to sneak diss, damn

[Bridge:]
Young nigga popped this shit, you niggas the opposite
They run from the cops and shit
Don’t snitch to the cops
Don’t fuck wit the opps
You niggas don’t want it
You gamblin’ wit your life (wit your life)
She fuckin’ on Melly, babe
She said, she like minds
And I didn’t even see [?]
I hit it [?] for some merchandise (some merchandise)
Do you want to rock with Melvin?
Big ass Glock, he steppin’ in Giuseppe
Wanna kiss, bitch wait a second
I’m too fuckin’ reckless (fuckin’ reckless)
I’m [?]

[Chorus:]
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Marvin and Melvin, two face
Marcus and Melvin, two face