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[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 1: 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—

[Pre-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)
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

[Verse 2: 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
Goin’ 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
(We’re on the run of our lives)
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]
It’s exactly 4:20 P.M. too
Niggas probably thought that’s the beginning bars but they not

[Verse 1]
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
That’s why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position ’cause stardom make you a target
They starvin’ in my city
But I’m slidin’ in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Gettin’ high behind them gates
‘Bout to install a fountain in the livin’ room
I’m higher than the moon

[Chorus]
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothin’ to me (nothin’ to me)
I’m high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
‘Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothin’ to me (nothin’ to me)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)

[Verse 2]
New studio built, fully equipped
I’m up in here ’round the clock wrappin’ bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low ridin’
Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
My life is excitin’, my life is enticin’
Feds buildin’ dossiers and files about me (files about me)
But I’m straight, you know my paper got me

[Outro]
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

[Intro: Slim Jesus]
Gang gang gang gang
Gang in this bitch man
You know how the fuck they call me
They said I wasn’t tryin’ to put on for my city man
I was just waiting on my demons to get out
Shout out Ca$h man
GANG
What up Link
What’s up bro, let’s get it man
Boom boom boom boom
Gang Gang

[Verse I: Slim Jesus]
Yo bitch on my dick man she hittin’ my line (ring ring)
She wanted my money and all of my time (dah)
Only chasin’ the checks and she gettin’ declined
And Benjy and Jacks only thing on my mind (skrrt)
Chasin’ a bag ain’t no nickles and dimes (nah)
Tryinna stay me, bitch I’m shootin’ for mine (bah)
Hella guns on me, got uzi and nines (bah bah)
30s, and 50s, extendos, and [?] (boom boom boom boom)
I’ve been ridin’ round catch me with that Toni (with that Toni)
Caught me lackin’ up in traffic bitch I’m never lonely (nah)
You can ask your bitch about me guarantee that she now me (thot)
Pull them blue faces out my [?] guarantee she blow me (yeaah)
Gang full of killers ain’t playin’ no games (nah)
Get jammed up and say no names (yuh)
Heard you was talkin’ that Slim was a stank
Send my young hitter he comin’ for brains (bah)
Only the gang I ain’t fuckin’ with lanes
Fuck with the gang and then hammers gon’ bang (boom boom boom boom)
[?] no bitch you a stank
Killin’ this drill shit I’m in my own lane
I be in the cut smokin’ dope
Witchyo shorty (smokin’ dope)
Copped a pack break it down
And that bitch gon’ sell it for me
On the corner with the gang
And bitch I’m rockin’ all my jewelry (all my diamonds)
Try and take my chain
Bitch I’m squeezin on this 40
(bah bah bah bah)

[Interlude: Ca$h]
Niggas already know how we comin’ man
Shout out to my nigga Slim man
GANG [?] shit bitch
Let’s get it

[Verse II: Ca$h]
Now all these niggas part of [?] gang now (GANG)
Now [?] niggas wanna come around (what)
But the same young niggas that I’ve been with
Be the same niggas that’s always been around (gang)
Man this shit ain’t not a game (no, no)
We be gettin’ money for a bitch and then we [?] bands (let’s get it)
Nigga run up on the gang gettin’ turko stains (brrrrrra)
Red dot on a [?] smokin’ [?] face (boom)
[?] a sack bitch (bands, bands, bands)
I be runnin’ thru them bands know I always get them racks bitch
GMT that’s the money gang (gang)
A lot of niggas wanna know shit [ ? ] money came
Man I swear that’s the funny thang
A lot of niggas switch up for a lil’ bit of a fucking chain (what)
Man I’m still the same nigga
With the same gang and I put it on my [?] (hell naw)
Man I’m tired of this [?] (damn)
All this [?] gonna get a nigga stuck quick (bitch)
We don’t [?] a fuck what a nigga talk about
Born in the black like I never seen a fuckin’ drought (duh duh)
Called you for the pack but I triple that that (flip)
One move one jug then I’m shootin’ back (boom)
A nigga run up on [?] [ ? ] no bustin’ better hit (boom, boom)
Cause I guarantee I’m shootin’ back
Call Slim we gon’ pull up in a Benz now (skrrrt)
Rollin’ choppas off top doin’ head now (brrrrra)
[?] when we ride [?]
Bodies droppin’ now [?] We can’t be found
Hit a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out
Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out
Did a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out (skrrrt)
(Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out)

[Verse III: Link]
Cut these bands in my pocket I’m flexin’
These niggas is hatin’ don’t know what they do (bitch)
Spent bands on my robbers and rocks
Mix Louis with [?] inside of my shoes (bitch)
I’m walkin’ up niggas is talkin’ and watchin’
It’s funny cause I never lose (I never lose)
I’m poppin’ now, niggas is watching now
Lackin’, they think that my 40’s on snooze (boom boom)
These bands got your bitch on command
Don’t wanna be friends pass her to my mans (bands)
Bitch you lucky my niggas so dummy
They bussin’ for nothin’ so do not get [?] (brrrra)
[?] Link I can call you in (plug)
I been trappin’ for a minute like nigga watchu tryinna spin (gang)
Call Slim, nigga pull off in a Benz (skrrrr)
If you try to front the gang lil’ bitch better bring yo friends
Niggas know what we been about
If you wanna call bro we will run up in the nigga house (run up in a nigga house)
Pulled up in a chrome to a nigga mouth
If I bring her home, give me dome for a lil’ clout (bitch)
Niggas know we’ve been flexin’ a lot
[?] gotta get a pill better chill from stretching your block (gang)
Gotta keep it still on me cause these niggas is [?]
Nigga try to peel on me and I’m droppin’ the top (eskettit)

Don’t know where you’re laying
Just know it’s not with me
Don’t know what I’d tell you if
I passed you on the street

I don’t want your sympathy, but you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face, there’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!

Don’t know how you taste when there’s
Smoke in your perfume
Chew me up and spit me out
Nothing left to lose

I don’t want your sympathy, but you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face, there’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!

[guitar solo]

I don’t want your sympathy, but you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face, there’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!

Hope you never hear this
And know that it’s for you
I don’t know what I’d tell you if
You asked me for the truth

I don’t want your sympathy, but you’ll never know what you do to me
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face, there’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!

[guitar solo + Faith sample]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
[?] my carpet
Don’t get us started (huh), I’m back on that boss shit (what)
She bougie and bossy
The top, I done lost it
The Bentley don’t cost shit, I walk out the bank rich

[Verse: Rich The Kid]
Ok, drank sippin’, lane switchin’
I done brought my gang with me
[?] freezer ,my ice drippin’
Money coming in, my life different

Drop a baby on a hoe face
Where the hell was you at on the broke days?
Ooh, yeah
I got the birds like falcons
She can’t get a bag, she pouting
I racked up the money, amounting
The drip is water, a fountain
[?], all of my niggas still whip the pot
No time for the pussy, just want the top

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
[?] my carpet
Don’t get us started (huh), I’m back on that boss shit (what)
She bougie and bossy
The top, I done lost it
The Bentley don’t cost shit, I walk out the bank rich

[Verse: Quavo]
Bought the Lamb, then I skated (skrrt)
I brought the gang with me, to the bank with me (yeah)
Put that thing in sport, then I started lane switching (skrrt)
Jumped off the porch, then I start my gang business (gang gang)
Huncho and Rich The Kid plug walkin’ to the riches (walkin’)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
[?] my carpet
Don’t get us started (huh), I’m back on that boss shit (what)
She bougie and bossy
The top, I done lost it
The Bentley don’t cost shit, I walk out the bank rich