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[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse]
Pull up on these motherfuckers, then I hit the scene
Motherfuckers hate me ’cause I’m all about my cream
Rolling down my window, roll my pride for self-esteem
Yeah, the coolest be the fool-est ’cause them niggas really awkward
Leader and a lover like a mayor and John Mayer
All them nights I stayed up, I get paid up like a lay-up now
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my fetish
Young, black, and handsome, that be my aesthetic, yeah
Fenty on my baby so my boo ain’t got no blemishes
Put the kitty on my face, I could take you on a trip
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
I started it, them niggas borrow it
They can’t help it, haters too selfish
Secret, Good for You the best album alive
Writer and director, actor, rapper, I’m a prize
Leave ’em in the dust, tell ’em level up
I own the color yellow, Pantone, hit me up
Mona Lisa for a feature, my price is priceless
Back in this motherfucker, I gots the -itis
LST on the beat, I love my buck teeth, that’s why I’m so fly
Traitors treat you like a reaper, RIP Kenneka
Practicing this verse up in the mirror like I’m Issa
I’m frank like Aretha, I’m dank like your reefer
Flows keep switching so them niggas better keep up
Chucks on my feet ’cause they cut me a check
I’m ’bout my business, CLBN, take nothing less
Question, Do they have sex in the scenes with the sex?
What should I be for Halloween?
I know, me, I’m the best

[Intro]
These record labels don’t want artists to talk to each other
We get to talking too much, we just might put a union together (mmm)
And if we unionize, they can’t win no more (right)
Don’t you fools realize?

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 1: Tony London]
Yeah, feels like my eyes haven’t seen it
Been dreaming so hard ’til the day that I meet it
I’m greeted by the homies Warm Brew on the West Coast
Linked up with [?]
Just a humble nigga givin’ y’all the real shit
Life is more than just a nigga gettin’ hoes and riches
Yeah, difference between a boy and a man
You gotta get what you got and take what you can

[Verse 2: Manu Li]
Christ, for this shit all up in my life
Best case scenario my burials in near sight
Pessimist name [?]
[?] on the moon on shrooms
Mescaline, I’m masculine, I’m flexin’
You should be complying with the giant when he’s destined
The sparkle in my eyes, I really hope you shine
Big shot, Manu Li, it’s my time, I’mma start

[Verse 3: Omar Bunyan]
Five deep in the fourth seat, hard to watch it from the nose bleed
They say you wanna good girl then you should go to church
From what I heard now a days is where the hoes be
Side street, back seat, blowing OG
Tonight I’m chilling flow free like a cold breeze
I live my life and pay no mind to what these hoes need
For attention, go hard ’til the toes bleed

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 4: MENT Nelson ]
Even if I don’t want to, there’s nothing I won’t do, to prove I’m a friend
No matter the weather, I’m here for whatever, just say what it is
Cuz we all family, treat you like my closest kin
If we don;t know the score then how the hell we supposed to win

[Verse 5:]
I’ve got niggas my rolling with me, yeah we making a movement
Nelson taught me [?]
With Warm Brew, my whole crew, Superman, no phone booth
Never gotta change you hoes do, if a nigga want the funk then roll through
I got some partners that can never compare, we got some shit that flip your mind like that nigga foretell
All you niggas prepare, with my niggas making moves to a home in the Air, no doubt we rolling there

[Verse 6:]
Yeah then I’m about to go on strike with my niggas
From the weak and the whack that’s making tracks
Better take it back like a pimp in a ‘lac
Major monkey on a real bitch’s back
Makin’ money off hella sacks
Like I’m on fifth L put the money in the bag
Call a nigga up when you need some grass
Yea this motherfucking game ain’t (?)
And the partners I roll with play pop in the CD
I guarantee the head start bobbin’ and shakin’
You’ll like more then them hotdogs wrapped in bacon
From them (?) outside of the Staples Center
Man step on up if you thinking you a contender
To this ruggedly handsome playa that’s slim and slender
Yo’ bitch she want a union leader take it then I bend her, now go
[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Intro: Edwin, harmonising]
Yo, it’s PRETTYMUCH

[Verse 1: Brandon]
I see you’ve been trying to make
Something out of nothing
But baby I’m starting to face
The fact that you’re out on the run (oh woah)

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Now you got me cuffed
And you ain’t even on me
Caught me slippin’ up
And now I need you on me
I just wanna touch
But I keep being turned away (woah)

[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Girl you could tear me apart
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
Here with open arms (oh)
When you’re ready, you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart
Scrape my knees on the pavement
Here with open arms
So when you’re ready you know where to find me

[Verse 2: Nick]
So I’ve been waiting by my phone (brrp)
For that ringtone
But you just don’t know what to say
No, it’s not like I’m asking for much (woah, woah)

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon & All]
Now you got me cuffed (cuffed, cuffed)
And you ain’t even on me
Caught me slipping up (up, up)
And now I need you on me
I just wanna touch
But I keep being turned away (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Girl, you could tear me apart
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
Here with open arms (oh)
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart
Scrape my knees on the pavement
Here with open arms
So when you’re ready you know where to find me

[Bridge: All, Brandon & Nick]
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready
(You know where to find me)
When you’re ready, ready, ready
(Yeah, You know where to find me)
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready
I’ll be waiting by my phone
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Waiting for your call
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Waiting for you to come, my baby, oh
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Baby let me know
When you’re ready…

[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Girl, you could tear me apart
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
Here with open arms (oh)
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart
Scrape my knees on the pavement
Here with open arms
So when you’re ready you know where to find me

[Outro]
You know where to find me

[Intro]
Thank you for being here with me today
Appreciate you for coming
Trust The Process

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you

[Verse 1]
I’m back again
Jesus on that cross, I had to rise again
Time to get my blessings, time to get my blessings
I had to live my life, I had to learn my lessons
I had to keep that smile but deep inside I’m stressing
Just tryna keep my spirits from that deep depression
It’s time to tighten up
I put my pride down and pick that Bible up
Looking in the mirror tryna find myself
Queen, she know I love her till it life or death
Living on the edge plotting on the plans
Nothing without God, nothing without my fans
Sorry for my absence, hope y’all understand
No more We The Best, but Khaled still my man
Critics want the beef but I’m not feeding them
My loyalty don’t stop if we don’t speak again
I could cry tears right now
Don’t know how I feel right now
All that meditation that I did, all that beasting in the gym
All this energy inside I got to give
Back and I’m better than y’all, ready whenever the call
They expecting me to fold, friends turn into ya’ foes
Kept focus on the goals, mind, body and the soul
New me, it’s a new day, that’s another story untold
God, nigga

[Interlude]
At some point, we gotta talk about it

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you

[Verse 2]
I’m back again
Feeling so immortal I must rise again
Put that on my mama, put that on my kids
R.I.P. Fo’ Fifth, I tat that on my skin
You just be my angel till we meet again
I can hear you nod like "just keep going in"
I’m feeling the ether, I’m feeling Aretha
I keep it realer than people ain’t no lies comin’ out of the speakers
I gotta watch for the leechers, false prophets and the evil preachers
Come with normal features, I’m that different kind of a creature
I’m a fucking soldier, all my trials done made me stronger
Passion, I can’t control it, hating, I can’t condone it
Something just gotta give, don’t listen, you gotta feel
Part of me had to die so one part of me gets to live
Walking out on the label I put aside all the fears
I’ma show all you niggas I do this shit here for real
On God

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through