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[Verse 1]
I gotta place my rearview when I pull outta the parking lot
‘Cause where I’m from all you niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they’ll make a target outcha
Oh, the Reaper comin’, gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won’t leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That’s what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans ’cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss ’em, tell the truth
I feel like I let ’em down and that’s word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they’d kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin’ through
Still wit’ it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit’ it

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra

[Verse 2]
Grew up ’round them monsters they’ll shoot you in your face
Ain’t used to showin’ no love that’s ’cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin’ blood
Momma won’t see her son again, we call that blind love
I can’t trust these niggas, they’ll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time’s up
You gon’ be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch and let that chopper rock
Feel this shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin’ so militant
‘Cause in my hood it ain’t no love and I know what I’m dealin’ wit’

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra

Oh, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane)
Didn’t like it, I bust down (Bust down)
I finesse for another check (Damn)
Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
Now I got my whole ‘partments winning
We got all type of cars, and they ain’t rented (No)
We ain’t cuffin’ no broads, we got plenty (No)
We ain’t taking no bars, we be sippin’ (No)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We got them foreigns outside of the ‘partment
Look like a dealership (Look like a dealership)
Heard he got caught but he just got off
I don’t want no dealings with him (Don’t want no dealings with him)
He just want clout and he don’t want problems
He ain’t no real killer (He ain’t no real killer)
I don’t entertain him, I know we dangerous
I hang with drug dealers (And some real killers), yeah
Hit that lil’ bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
We workin’, we ridin’ in rentals
We don’t drive the car, ’cause that draw too much attention
My lil’ homie swang the AR, like a guitar
He ain’t never took a picture
Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
Got ’em stoppin’, takin’ pictures

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though
(I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though)
Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no
(Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no)
Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho
I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don’t ride in no Tahoe
Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin’ in front of the back with the whoa
Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though
Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll
I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees
I put the TEC to your rib ’cause I’m havin’ real OCD
I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone ’round me got killers and they runnin’ ’round and sippin’ lean
‘Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees
I’ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I’m passin’ ’em right around (Passin’ it ’round)
Gon’ regret bein’ a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (Take it ’round the town)
Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah)
I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah)
Got her whippin’ the Mulsanne (Yeah, yeah)
She done re’d up with new chains (Yeah, yeah)
I been movin’ ’em nuisance (Yeah, yeah)
Turn ’em on to the food chain (Yeah)
Bad Balenci’s, a few stains (Yeah, yeah)
Got baguettes by the bouquet
They compare me with Wu-Tang (Yeah, yeah)
Buy a Benz for the boo thang (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

[Intro: Keri Hilson]
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
(Boys..)

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ah!)

[Verse 1: Keri Hilson]
Ooh, ahh, baby don’t stop
You know how I like it daddy when you hit the spot
Ooh, ahh, baby don’t stop
Imma take control when I climb up on top
I can take that shit boy, switch your position
Yeah, you’re goin’ hard, baby like you on a mission
Now I can Superman – love, or addiction
You can, you can come, fill your prescription

[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda lovin’ that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (fuck me)
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)

[Verse 2: Keri Hilson]
Boy, I got that magic, raise your wand, I’ll be your wiz
I know your Ex Miss wasn’t hittin’ like this
Do me gentle, don’t be rough until I say so
You know I will be grippin’ tighter than your bankroll
They say I’m the best, yeah the best
Now you want me in the worst way
Ooey, it’s so juicy
Boy, I hope you come first place
So good, I make ya think the bed is my workplace
You can’t overwork me, baby don’t hurt me

[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda lovin’ that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (fuck me)
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)

[Instrumental]

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)

[Outro: Keri Hilson]
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)

[Intro: Eminem & Royce Da 5’9″]
I’ve always looked at battle rap as competition or war, and the main objective is to destroy, completely fucking obliterate your opponent by saying anything and everything, whatever the fuck you can, to get a reaction from the crowd. So nothing’s off limits
I need you to spit that lyrical miracle… in the swimming pool

[Verse 1]
Before this kicks off, let me set my balls in this tees
‘Cause I’m dottin’ i’s every time I cross one of these
There’s not a redeeming quality at all in me
It’s impossible, seems like an implausible dream
Positive clean thoughts intervene
But they’re all either altered and mean
Assault and demean, tossed and they’re being lost in the scheme
Squashed in-between a brainwashing machine
Like an Islamic regime, a jihadist extreme radical
Suicide bomber that’s seeing
Ariana Grande sing her last song of the evening
And as the audience from the damn concert is leaving
Detonates the device strapped to his abdominal region
I’m not gonna finish that, for obvious reasons
But bring your dogs, I’ma muzzle ’em
I’m not Middle Eastern but I’ll make a bitch Raqqa hijab
And at least a extra large in the T-shirt
Headscarf and a piece of tarp underneath the carpet, hasta la vista
I go Hamas on the beats to a paradox on the beach
And a pair of crotchless underwear on a terrorist watch list
Gettin’ head in the sand like an embarrassed ostrich
Professional shit sprayer
Bitch watch who you talkin’ to, like Apple wristwear
Endangered species in this ABC shit a bit scarce
Prey’s decreasing, I face extinction like disc players
Told this chick she’s hot as Jada Pinkett
And just stared ’til I made her think it
Said, “Maybe we should just get married.”
She’s facing me, I placed my feet with my hips square
Tell her, “Turn around,” spread her legs for me, then I hit bare
Leave her stretched out like a baby T-shirt on Ric Flair
As I ripped her, anal beads in a split rear
Spray Febreze in the chick’s hair
Make her wheeze tryna get air
I played for keeps, there’s no escaping me, I have a bitch scared
And chained to me, and throw away the key
And she’ll be so afraid to leave
That even if she ends up breaking free she’ll just sit there
Tryin’ to scrape up enough courage and strength to get up
It’s impossible like rapin’ a slut
We stay butt-naked and fuck
You’re close, wait for you, what?
My idea, you comin’ too, it’s waking you up
With smelling salts after I Quaalude your cup
That’ll straighten you up if you try to stray like a pup
Hate to get bogged down in details
But bitch, I’m like the dog pound with females
My brain is corrupt, real life, Hillside Strangler
I strangle a skank’s neck ’til it’s triangular
Shape but it’s upside down, and my mouth ain’t gonna shut
And mention me in your raps if it makes you a buck
Or helps you rake in the duckets, I want payment in pub
‘Cause I ain’t tryna get in your bars like I’m waiting the club
But if you put me in your lines, I’m takin’ a cut

[Verse 2]
Get a million writers inside of a room combined in it
Try to get every idea of every possible line to spit
Every punchline, every combination that rhymes with it
Bitch, a whole team can’t see me, there’s no i’s in it
Head so big, I shot myself ten times in it
Tryna commit suicide in it, took five minutes
And I survived this shit
Someone’s gonna challenge me, who?
Battle me and win, that’s a fucking fallacy too
You name one motherfucker in this galaxy, *spits*, reality
You fantasy, rally your troops, try to boost the morale
Only time I start a movement’s a bowel
I can’t even give a “yeah” or a “woo” when you rap in the booth
Not even a “nah” or a “boo”
‘Cause even though I’m allergic to the crap that you spew
When I’m ’bout to break out, I don’t mean get a rash from it too
‘Cause when I say I have allergies, I actually do
But that’s just an analogy, I’ve never had a reaction to you

[Verse 3]
Creature from the Black Lagoon
I reach up and I smack the moon
You’re grief struck that I’m back so soon
Your teacher for this afternoon
Creep up with a pack of hoodlums
We pack a punch like Capri Sun
Heat tucked like we each snuck in a submachine gun
We stuck in a submarine bun, with a bag of shrooms
Cup of lean up in the padded room
Justin Bieber in a Catholic school
Selling dust and reefer when your back is to him
Don’t adjust your speaker
I’ll cuss the stripes off of a fuckin’ zebra when I’m at the zoo
Huffin’ cleaner ’til I gag from fumes
Fuck Christina with a plastic spoon
While I bump some G-Funk and blast some Snoop
‘Cause her double g-cups are massive, huge!
It’s fun for me just to grab a boob
Plus my penis got an attitude
My fuckin’ Weiner’s in a combative mood
Come and suck a mean one like it’s mad at you
I speak tongue and cheek, what you asslicks do
‘Cause you love to eat butt, it’s sad but true

[Verse 4]
I just sprung a leak suddenly
What I think in my gut instinct become in sync
My thoughts and my stomach link up with each other
Ink touches the pad, then boom!
Since the day Dre gave me beats, I was made elite
That’s basically what makes me me
Creating stink, ’til these tats are fading ink
Who’s the greatest? Think we’re still debating, wink
ADD, and better put out an APB
‘Cause it’ll take LAPD and me layin’ in the street
For you to see Shady beat
And I’ll bet ya they’d need cleats
‘Cause I’d have to be stomped by forty men to suffer a defeat
I pray please Jesus to make me decent
Inhaling the main ingredient of pain relievers, and saline
I take three Aleves, tryna break these fevers, I’m ailing
I stay free of divas and ladies screamin’
‘Cause they keep schemin’ on me
Vading keepin’ the women at bay
Like Laci Peterson, baby fetuses
Legs and feet have been weighted, chained in semen
It’s straight demon—and wait!
Even if it takes meat cleavers to make believers
Mistake-free schemes are enablin’ me to remain deviant
Breakbeat, eat her like steak meat
Emcees take seats like AMC theaters
Deranged ringleader, depraved king
Who mainstream media hates
Which makes things easier, still under scrutiny
Villainous smooth criminal, livin’ room
With the nude Reese Witherspoon
Who was bruised, beat with a broom
It’s in two pieces, and lays deceased in it
Bit with a chewed leash, and his chain-link leapin’ it
Live in the booth, shave, eat, bathe, drink, sleep in it
R-A-P bleed the shit, still and I poop, pee it
It’s a spillage, a sewage leak, waste deep feces
The syllables ooze fecal, they feel like renewed leases
‘Cause my brain releases ’em

[Verse 5]
Like waste excretion, it’s simultaneously
As I’m givin’ these fools grief, they’re feelin’ the blues
‘Cause even if stealin’ my shoes, thieves
Just to fill ’em’s a huge feat
A hill and it’s too steep
Obey these demons, we’re still in cahoots
Keep feedin’ me blank sheets
As soon as I sink these teeth
And I’m killin’ the loose leaf
Time to shake these trees again
Wait, make that phrase repeat again
Killin’ the loose leaf, shake these trees again
Get the rake, but it ain’t me leavin’ ’em

[Verse 6]
Vicodins, new prints, I bite them and chew them
The whites and the blues mixed with nitrus balloons
And I like to sniff gluesticks, put Ricin on toothpicks
On the mic I’m just ruthless, a crisis, a nuisance
Who I influence I give two shits
If they wanna license my music to entice with
Then use the shit like it’s the blueprint for ISIS recruitment

[Verse 7]
Excuse me while I stare into space for a few
In a daze or haze, glazed over, crazed warp loon
Mental cased off, always had a straight-forward view
But you bozos keep givin’ the flamethrower fuel
No one’s ever sank lower, shrewd, and way more rude
Beast-mode like a lawn-mower blade rolled thru it
And this has little to do with bein’ gay, boy
It’s just where the wordplay’s goin’
But ain’t much I can say or do
‘Cause ain’t no excuse, the way I go at you {censored}
You say I’m always screw-faced
So if I look your way, you’re screwed
‘Cause if looks could kill, I could start a hate-war too
‘Cause I’d murder you straight bitches by turnin’ the gaze on you

[Verse 8]
Let’s take it back before the tightly-worn pants
To the Nike, Jordan, hats
The stripe Lee’s, Jordache, and the white tees
Lightning storms might be formed fast
Such a frightening forecast!
But when you’re slightly hoarse, rasp
From the cyphering or-gasp, but still reciting your raps
While you’re tightening your grasp around the mic ’cause you done shitted on it so much, you’re always reminded of your past
‘Cause your heiny’s sore, that’s
‘Cause you still haven’t finished fuckin’ wiping your ass
From the night before last
No good, but rap somethin’ I’m too-good-for-my-own-good at
Fuck adulthood, I’m a grown-up brat
Where your cojones at? Mine are always being rode, in fact:
They’re frozen, you ever seen a cul-de-sac?
So big they fell out my scrotum, I just sowed ’em back

[Verse 9]
Dick so long, need a shoulder-strap
For that, gotta unroll it and fold it back
So difficult to wrap in the pro-filactic, it overlaps it
So I pack a Trojan so fat, when I lay it flat it’s like a yoga mat
Make a bitch think she’s in aerobics class
The bear you don’t wanna poke its back
The backbone of rap, your fuckin’ lead singles are my bonus tracks
When I appear, my peers stop
Hearts fall in their stomach, their spirits drop
Careers flop, their gears lock, severe shock
Fear at the mere thought
Lyrics are top-tier, I’m so high at the top
I’m in the sky when I talk
Bitch, I’m so fly when I walk, my ears pop

[Outro]
Oh, and I’m just playin’ ladies, you know I love you
I got a idea for a line