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[Intro]
Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Verse 1]
I need that check right now
I’m in the stu’ off the X right now, yeah
Rollin’ on air right now
Fuck around, text their ex right now
You not so tough right now
You in my city, you a guest right now (Uh)
We ain’t gonna talk about drip
I’m in Chanel, you in Guess right now (Pussy)
I hit the road for the shows
Just run up, gon’ bring their poles with ’em
A lot of these niggas so lame
Don’t pull up, you ain’t got your loads with ’em
These bitches be playin’ with their nose
I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
I pull up on Izzy for gold
55K for some gold pendants
I’m sellin’ drugs to my tenants
Broke niggas always try to come with opinions (Yeah)
Ridin’ through the city in a Bentley
Could’ve been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley (Uh)
Realest nigga that you’ve come upon
Free Ralo, he run up a marathon
Good gas like a Marathon
Killin’ shit with their hazards on
A fresh 20 just to add it on
I put 20 in my Rag & Bones
Type of shit I be braggin’ on
Make a call, put a ratchet on you
You a goofy, they gon’ stash it on you
You ain’t gang, don’t ask for money
O.T., they tax to join

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Verse 2]
I’m standin’ on couches with CCs
Gotta watch out ’cause they shootin’ up FEFEs
They told me don’t go without bein’ ’round killers
‘Cause killers be watchin’ these VVs
You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy
I heard he be ridin’ the weewees
His lil’ bitch be trippin’
She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
Audemars, bust it down, 30, I bust it down
Niggas won’t lower the pounds
You vouchin’ for clowns, you can’t come around (Pussy)
Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon’ pull out cell phones
Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon’ pull out a nail gun, yeah
One call for raw beef, they tryna nail somethin’
Don’t condone the violence
But if you gon’ nail him, nail him ’cause they’ll tell somethin’
No threats on the internet
I told my guys don’t go way into that
Next time don’t have your kids with you
I’ma tell lil’ folks to go finish that
Go get the Bentley, MAC
I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
You not right there, where you really at?
I’m on the Lam’ with 300 guys, yeah
You not a street nigga
You see a shootout, you gon’ get excited
You not a street nigga
Instagram watch your murder, you gon’ get indicted, yeah
Now my page on private (Page on private)
Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent)
I ain’t tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions)
I don’t know what happened (Nah)
All I know is he was cappin’, trippin’
Callin’ my phone, tellin’ his business
I don’t wanna hear ’bout no killin’
And you ain’t one of them niggas who killin’

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Chorus]
Shine the rest of the stars are watching
You’re awesome, you’re unique for all time
Wind your body from the bottom
To your crown you’re a queen, you’re divine
That’s my goals
Goals, goals, goals
Goals, goals, goals

[Verse 1]
Don’t be bitter
Hunnie here we are
In the mirror
Yes you just hung up (Just hung up)
Insecurity is doing its job
You are special
Baby you’re a one off

[Pre-Chorus]
Time to start loving you
Shawty loving you
Loving you, shawty loving you
Loving you, shawty loving you
Loving you, shawty loving you

[Chorus]
Shine the rest of the stars are watching
You’re awesome, you’re unique for all time
Wind your body from the bottom
To your crown you’re a queen, you’re divine
That’s my goals
Goals, goals, goals
Goals, goals, goals

[Verse 2]
It’s temporary
That’s just how it goes (How it goes)
What I hated, now I love the most (I love the most)
Mother told me don’t let nothing stop me (Stop)
Cause ain’t no copies
Baby you’re a one-off

[Pre-Chorus]
Time to start loving you
Shawty loving you
Loving you, shawty loving you
Loving you, shawty loving you
Loving you, shawty loving you

[Chorus]
Shine the rest of the stars are watching
You’re awesome, you’re unique for all time
Wind your body from the bottom
To your crown you’re a queen, you’re divine

[Bridge]
Yes, you got a right to complain it’s true
But look what you’re gaining move
This message is saving you
You are in his graces too
The world’s entertaining you
Cause they see the day in you
Forget who was playing you
Cause they die in their game too

[Chorus]
Shine the rest of the stars are watching
You’re awesome, you’re unique for all time (Time, time, time)
Wind your body from the bottom (From the bottom)
To your crown you’re a queen, you’re divine (You’re a queen, you’re divine)
That’s my goals
Goals, goals, goals
Goals, goals, goals

Is it real? Are you really over here?
All the empty spaces
Seemed to be where I am moving

Are you near to the sound of these illusions?
I keep dreaming of your face
And feel fine for a while

And I’ll break the time
To keep us stranded for a while
And I’ll take the chance
To watch you far from here so I can

Breathe again
By the love I’m waiting like the sunrise
And the warmth of a dream
That I have seen through your eyes
Breathe again
You’re the reason I believe it’s alright
Take me deeper into you
Take me home where my soul is

Is it real? Are you really over here?
When I look into the night, I see the day is clear

And I’ll break the time
To keep us stranded for a while
And I’ll take the chance
To watch you far from here so I can

Breathe again
By the love I’m waiting like the sunrise
And the warmth of a dream
That I have seen through your eyes
Breathe again
You’re the reason I believe it’s alright
Take me deeper into you
Take me home where my soul is

Breathe again
You’re the love I wait before the sunrise
And the warmth of a dream
That I have seen through your eyes
Breathe again
You’re the reason I believe it’s alright
Take me deeper into you
Take me home where my soul is

And I’m running next to you
And I’m running next to you
You’re my home where my soul is
I’m running next to you
I’m running next to you
And I’m running next to you

[Verse 1]
Oh, pretty baby, you’re my motivator
Got me changing my words and my behavior
Pretty lady, you’re my operator
Got me dialing your number just to hear ya

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me the things that you want
I give you all that I’ve got
Open your eyes, then you will see

[Chorus]
It’s just you and me
Only
Throwing out the key
Just living in a dream
It’s just you and me
Only
Listen to you breathe
Just living in a dream
It’s just you and me

[Verse 2]
My disaster, you’re my only answer
You got me thinking that I could be your master (that I could be your master)
Pretty baby, you’re my heavy ocean
Bring me down and give me your devotion

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me the things that you want (You want)
I give you all that I’ve got (I’ve got)
Open your eyes, then you will see

[Chorus]
It’s just you and me
Only
Throwing out the key
Just living in a dream
It’s just you and me
Only
Listen to you breathe
Just living in a dream
It’s just you and me

[Bridge]
Take, take me over
Yeah, take me over
I don’t wanna wake up
It’s just you and me
Take, take me over
Yeah, take me over
I don’t wanna wake up
It’s just you and me
Dream, dream, dream, dream world
Dream, dream, dream, dream world
Take, take me over
Yeah, take me over
I don’t wanna wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

[Chorus]
Listen to you breathe
Just living in a dream
It’s just you and me
Only
Throwing out the key
Just living in a dream
It’s just you and me

[Outro]
Dream, dream, dream, dream world
It’s just you and me
Dream, dream, dream, dream world
Only

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
You already know how we came up
I’m saying it was a real pain in the butt
If there’s paper to touch, you may just cut just scraping it up
Get your trachea cut and then escape in a truck
Smudge a lady makeup, bang the 380, wake the baby up
I just came for the weight like a gymnasium
I’m finna spray everything in my radius
Lately, my skin been looking radiant
The Mercedes is ’80s sent
I have three 6’s in my fade like Damian
I’d die before I let the jakes take me in
Babe, we everything we say we is (Facts)
My stable of women couldn’t fit in the stadium
They sayin’ me and Jon Bellion we some aliens
And durags had us looking like Saudi Arabians
Your way miscellaneous, we some ladies men
It’s Roc, Marcberg be the alias
Now let’s begin

[Verse 2: Jon Bellion]
Was never focused on gettin’ bigger, just gettin’ better
That’s why I keep gettin’ bigger after every record
Said I got lucky, the last record that y’all was blessed with
Watch me give you sequels, I’m Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon
I let the talent speak volumes, that’s why there’s different levels
I stopped the flexin’ on socials, corny shit to impress you
You get too famous, then everything in your life is stressful
There’s a big difference ‘tween being known and being successful
Great grandfather, an immigrant from the Naples district
Dirty Guinea crew in the cut, call that the true incision
My wife thicker than liquor soaked in Italian biscuits
Cookin’ minestron’ every Sunday, call that a superstition
I left LA just to cook in Brooklyn, the winter’s reaper
I sleep in Timbs and a Yankee fitted, that’s just for leisure
I’m really better than everybody pretends to be
So ask the label now, why the fuck would I want an urban feature?
“I love the song and we really wanna know how you made it”
Or I could keep all you wondering how we been creatin’
It’s annoying when cameras catchin’ your every statement
And I’ve had enough of these corny artists that replicate it
Champagne supernovas destroy the morning glory
I’d rather build an oasis sober and thrive at 40
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been celebrating the life before me
But I see the wisdom in moderation for certain stories
When you’re afraid to hurt feelings, you water down the worth
I’m done pretending your record’s great and I’m down to work
Plus, I’ll be actress and mixed with sociopaths
And when I’m worried about being famous for being down to earth
I spoke with Yahweh, he told me Jesus crafted us in
Which means my brother’s my brother, it don’t matter the skin
America needs to watch how they treat His chosen people
But that’s for deeper than surface records, now let’s begin

[Chorus: RZA]
Now let’s begin
Yeah
Now let’s begin

[Verse 3: B.Keyz]
Foot on the gas, foot on your neck
One mansion, others gasping for a breath
I’m unclassed, capital punishment blast back
What you tumblin’, trash rappers who mumblin’ for respect
I’m uncheckable, wide open, the foul technical
Go full press, I still glide like Clyde Drexler do
I’m done testin’ two times over, I’ll get the best of you
Better pay attention, two eyes open wide when I execute
And I been waiting so long that you asked for this
You try to give me your table scraps, I’ma give you my ass to kiss
I won’t even wait for the death, you’ll get faded right after this
A masochist who ready to face the masses like Catholics
And you can tell the whole school I’m prepped for the glory
In the presence of your professor, attendance is mandatory
With a weapon, freshman semester
You test the mess and get gory
I’m just here to kill the game, let the messenger tell the story

[Chorus: RZA]
Now let’s begin
Now let’s begin

[Outro: Travis Mendes]
Arms in the sky, I’m feeling angel high (High, high)
Funk got me sanctified (Funk got me sanctified)
Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight
Funk got me sanctified (Uh-huh, oh)
Funk got me sanctified (Sanctified, uh-oh)
Funk got me sanctified (Oh, oh)
Arms in the sky, I’m feeling angel high (Arms in the sky, I’m feeling)
Funk got me sanctified (Funk got me sanctified)
Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight
Funk got me sanctified (Oh)