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[Verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P]
Gun in the holster be
Right in the upholstery
Somewhere right close to me
Just in case the rollers be
Rolling on the G
My woman keep it in the hosiery
I’m known in my town
In those strips where high-rollers be
I’m up early, where the money folders sippin’ Folgers be
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
Fuck with us
You fuck with the truth, we speak openly
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though
Cause there ain’t no hoe in me

[Verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike]
"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak
I’ll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries
I lust after greatness, I’m aiming right at its ovaries
Better run from the future palooka (haul off)
You acting like it’s safe when the revolution’s been (called off)
There’s liars on the loose, if we listen to you we’re (all lost)
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft)

[Hook: El-P]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate
I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break"
She said, "Don’t curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn)

[Verse 4: El-P]
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay
You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate
Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen them tricks you venerate
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate

[Hook: El-P & Killer Mike]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
They want us dying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
But I ain’t crying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
You raised a lion, mama
I ain’t lying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
I said, "I’m trying mama"
I’m crying on you, crying on you
I said, "I’m trying mama"

[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Lil bitch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like I know the dots
I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
I’m a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Q-Tip & Demi Lovato]
Don’t go breaking my heart babe
I couldn’t if I tried
Honey, if I get restless
Baby, you’re not that kind
Don’t go breaking my heart babe
You take the weight off of me babe
Ooh baby, when you knocked on my door
Oh I, I gave you my key

[Pre-Chorus: Q-Tip, Demi Lovato, & Both]
Yeah, yeah ooh, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it)
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it)
Right from the start
I gave you my heart, ohh oh
I gave you my heart, yeah

[Verse 2: Q-Tip & Demi Lovato]
And nobody told us
Oh ’cause nobody showed us, no
And now it’s up to us babe
Oh yeah, I think we can make it, yeah ooh
Don’t misunderstand me, no
You put the light in my life, yeah
You put the sparks to the flame
I’ve got your heart in my sights, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Q-Tip, Demi Lovato, & Both]
Whoa
Ooh, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it)
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh, oh yeah, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it, yeah)
And right from the start
I gave you my heart
Ooh, I gave you my heart, ooh

[Chorus: Q-Tip, Demi Lovato, & Both]
Don’t go breaking my heart, no
Don’t go breaking my heart, don’t go breaking
Don’t go breaking my heart
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh, don’t go breaking my heart, don’t go
Don’t go breaking my heart, don’t go breaking
Don’t go breaking my heart
Right from the start
I gave you my heart
Ooh, don’t go breaking my heart baby
Don’t go breaking my heart
Don’t go breaking my heart
Don’t go breaking my heart
Yeah, don’t go breaking my heart

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Sandy Hook, Stoneman Douglas, another lone wolf gunman
Sometimes I don’t know what this world has come to, it’s blowin’ up
And this whole country is goin’ nuts and the NRA is in our way
They’re responsible for this whole production, they hold the strings to control the puppets
And they threaten to take away donor bucks
So they know the government won’t do nothin’ and no one’s budgin’, gun owners’ clutchin’
Their loaded weapons, they love their guns more than our children
Shh, I think another one just entered in our buildin’, and we’ll be…

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Ashes blowin’ in the air
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
‘Cause the skies are black
But our heart’s made of gold
Fuck doin’ what you’re told
We’re goin’ nowhere fast

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I feel sorry for this beat, sympathy pains for this track
This road is takin’ me back
Down memory lane with this rap
I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback
I’m simply stating a fact
I had Wembley Stadium packed
But now we’re on a path headed to nowhere and fast
Another terrorist attacks
Like a tariff blows half of Madison Square up, alas
We perish in the blast
But that isn’t scaring us, we pass
Nowhere we’re fearless, ’cause we’re just—

[Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah (we don’t give a… no, no)
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
‘Cause the skies are black
But our heart’s made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)
Goin’ nowhere fast

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Fuck doin’ what you’re told, act like a two-year-old
Shit is soon to go kaboom and blow anyways; for MC’s it’s a funeral
When I’m devisin’ this rhyme, ’cause I’m awake and you’re mourning
That’s why I rise and I shine like a new day has dawned on me
Gusto, guts, bravado, nuts and plus I kick up dust
And cuss a lot, I musta got you in somewhat of a debacle
‘Cause some stuff that’s awful, really don’t mean nothin’ although
There’s a lot of shit I said in jest that’s tough to swallow
But if at times my heart it seems
Like it’s in the wrong place, it’s probably ’cause it’s on my sleeve
Keanu Reeves speed of life, avoid or veer
Or just steer toward it, we’re only lookin’ forward, but where we’re goin’
We have no idea, nowhere to go, but hysterical
It’s gettin’ warm in here, I set the world on fire, was born to be an arsonist
Just one spark and it’s lit, but I’ma still get dark on this shit
Told you I’d leave my mark on this bitch—war machine
But you forced me in a corner, I’m sure to have somethin’ for your rear
And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe
Go to war with me, you’ll end up blew to Timbuktu, I send at you
A ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un and end up ruinin’ your career
But when all is said and done
And at the end of my run, I’ll just rewind clocks, forever young
Make time stop, will I ever fall off? That day will never come
‘Til the pine box, bitch, fuck you! I’m better than I ever was
‘Til the bomb drops, hope it never does, but I’m not gonna sweat it ’cause
This world’s screwed, it’s already fucked, and I’m on top, so everyone’s just—

[Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air (so we’re…)
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah (we don’t give a… no, no)
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
‘Cause the skies are black
But our heart’s made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)
We’re goin’ nowhere fast

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
‘Cause we’re goin’ no, goin’ no
Goin’ no, goin’ no, goin’ no
Goin’ nowhere (We’re on the run of our lives)
Going nowhere fast

[Bridge: Eminem & Kehlani]
You can’t tell us nothin’
Hard-headed and we’re stubborn
So, one ear and out the other when we’re young, we’re young (we’re on the run of our lives)
Who knows what the future for us could hold
Another shooter? Uh-oh
No more tomorrows, we’re done
And all we are is—

[Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air (so we’re…)
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care (don’t care, yeah) (we don’t give a… no, no)
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
‘Cause the skies are black
But our heart’s made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)
We’re goin’ nowhere fast

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
‘Cause we’re goin’ no, goin’ no
Goin’ no, goin’ no, goin’ no
Goin’ nowhere (we’re on the run of our lives)
Goin’ nowhere fast

[Intro]
2 Cups
Don’t sleep on me

[Verse]
Bandana, bandana, when he say bandana
Say double G, I done told motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Everything designer, I be designed up
(What else?) I got bags, bitch
But nigga everybody got bags, bitch
And nigga everybody gone jagg, bitch
Trues off my ass they saggin’
(What else?) I’m from the pole, homie
That’s where it’s cold, you will get froze, homie
Niggas know and bitches know, homie
We’ll blow a nigga down if we don’t know homie
(let’s get it)
I came to wake niggas up
(For what?) Cause they sleep on us
And bitch we the shit but we don’t flush
Going hard till they put them white sheets on us
Spot a opp, drop a opp don’t blink, just bust
Smoke loud, real loud, that stank, that must
And niggas hate me cause I can’t be touched
And I love getting money so it can’t be lust (right?)
You damn right about that
If a nigga want smoke, I’ll light a bitch hat
And you will get whacked, know I’m right about that
I result to the pipe, I don’t fight about jack
And I ain’t got time for a bitch right now
I’m getting money that it don’t make sense right now
A lot of these niggas wanna bang with us
You tryna hang with us and get rich right now
(Freaky) I’m smoking on some hating shit
Got me chilling like a villain on some lazy shit
And this money make a nigga do some crazy shit
So I’m crazy in love with that crazy bitch
I go and get it cause a nigga never gave me shit
I got dumb money cause I wasn’t raised with it
I got a K, when I spray I don’t aim for shit
Cause I’m a real nigga, boy I wouldn’t change for shit
And I’m riding round my side of town
Them hoes see a nigga stuntin’ so they bring me down
Rock jeans on my ass, they saggin’ down
Lot of cash, lot of bags, I ain’t bragging now
I got goons that’ll blow when it come to a nigga
Opps see me and they know, better run from a nigga
I don’t write, just spit, when it come to a nigga
Got a canon like Nick, put a drum to a nigga
And PBG, that’s my clique
I just made a DVD with your bitch
That hoe like EVE, she so thick
You go home and give her a kiss, she so slick
Boy I got everything that you want
And I got everything that you got
You fuck niggas imitating my swag
Because I’m everything that you’re not, Goofy!

[Outro]
Fuck wrong with these fuck ass niggas man?
I do this shit for bro
That’s 2 cups
2 Cups, The Mixtape Part 1
This what niggas been waiting on right?
Aha! Bandana
Ain’t shit change man we still here
TFG
It’s the fucking guys in my fucking eyes
Still
Lil nigga