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[Verse 1]
You start looking mean
Need something to ruin
Carved out your name
Not enough for you
I remember when
There was nothing to take your mind off it
I know all the ways to act like a fool
I needed you

[Chorus]
In other words, other ways
I want you to be there for me
In other words, other ways
I want you to be there for me

[Verse 2]
You think that you can
I take up so much room
It’s the best I can bend
To try to make some space for two
It spins around us in
A direction to come unwind
While I needed you
It was never a choice of mine

[Chorus]
In other words, other ways
I want you to be there for me
In other words, other ways
I want you to be there for me

[Bridge]
Ain’t it hard enough for me to ask
Well, it takes all of me

[Chorus]
In other words, in other ways
I want you to be there for me
In other words, other ways
I want you to be there for me
In other words, in other ways
I want you to be there for me

“No More”

[Intro]
It’s Buddha Beats
Uh, fuck is going on, talk your shit nigga
Uh, they ain’t fucking with my flow I’m the greatest yeah
All this dope in a bowl I’m straight yeah
Ima young fly nigga and I made it yeah

[Chorus]
Aye we ain’t worried bout nun, too many bitches I don’t need no more yeah
I been drinkin’ I don’t need no more yeah
Smoke a pound I don’t need no more yeah
A hundred round nothin’ less we got more uh
Oh don’t bring them niggas round me no more yeah yeah
I been thinkin’ to myself I want smoke yeah
All these bitches we don’t need no more yeah
We were broke boy now no more

[Verse 1]
Heaven or hell we gotta go but I can’t go to jail
I caught every sale I ain’t lying but I can’t go back there yeah
I ain’t paying no nigga to do it I know he might tell yeah
If I want it nigga dead I’m coming myself
You know I show and tell, light a L, and spray the block with shells, damn too many Glocks in here
Fuck the cops and whoever else
Shoot up the block, hit whoever there
If he ain’t dead get him a wheelchair
Stretch him out, let him chill there
All in yo spot like we live there, know we well now we in the air, we on the leer now everywhere
Bitch talmbout she came to chill, told that bitch get out, if you ain’t talkin’ bout no M’s I can’t hear a sound

[Chorus]
Too many bitches I don’t need no more yeah
I been drinkin’ I don’t need no more yeah
Smoke a pound I don’t need no more yeah
A hundred round nothin’ less we got more uh
Oh don’t bring them niggas round me no more yeah yeah
I been thinkin’ to myself I want smoke yeah
All these bitches we don’t need no more yeah
We were broke boy now no more

[Verse 2]
They ain’t us, plain jane us, too much gang huh
I can’t wait up I never give up the game nah
Dammit we fucked the game up, I got too much to gain now
I came too far to change now, I can’t put all my chains down yeah
Ima young fly nigga we came wit nothin’, too busy somewhere stuntin’, you never gettin’ money
On my way hearin’ somethin’ but no I’m not fearin’ nothin’, put some money on everybody, I mean everybody
I didn’t know it no, when we were growin’ up, I caught cases growin’ up, yeen ever lace a truck, yeen ever hit shit up
I been down I been up, always got my pistol tuck
My chains always tangled up yeah

[Chorus]
Too many bitches I don’t need no more yeah
I been drinkin’ I don’t need no more yeah
Smoke a pound I don’t need no more yeah
A hundred round nothin’ less we got more uh
Oh don’t bring them niggas round me no more yeah yeah
I been thinkin’ to myself I want smoke yeah
All these bitches we don’t need no more yeah
We were broke boy now no more uh

“No Way At All”

[Intro]
Hahahahaha it’s Buddha Beats

[Verse]
Better know from fuckin’ wit ya just know it’s real
Better know if you fuck with me you gettin’ killed
Shit real spill niggas’ll die to live the life I lived
You new nigga better pay homage I’m what got you here
I know them niggas all in ya ear yeah
Them niggas know how I end careers yeah
Niggas clique’in’ up these niggas bitch as fuck and all of these niggas bitches I fucked yeah
We puttin’ numbers up, nigga get ya jumper up
I’m on the road everyday you know my duffel stuffed
Crushed whole lot of ice crushed whole lot of choppers over here what we gon fight for
Heard them nigga tellin’ man them folk tried to indict bruh
We don’t do the internet, boy you better tighten up
Catch you at the interstate we don’t like to type bruh
Man I swear ain’t too many like us

[Chorus]
Funny how they hate when you on
Came in the game on my own
Ain’t no way we gon fall
Ain’t no way at all uh
Never let ’em tell you what you can’t nah
If there’s a will there’s a way uh uh
You think we came to the top just to fall
Oh ain’t no way at all

Think It’s A Game

[Chorus]
Uh, I know my niggas all (down, down) yeah yeah
Aye my bitches gon’ hold me (down, down)
Yeah, I know they got love for the boy
Played with death from the start
See they know where I came from they know I had it hard
Yeah, see I got up but we were (down, down) yeah hey
They picked me up when I was (down, down) yeah
I got love for the team, can’t let nothin’ intervene yeah
All them nights a nigga starved turned me to a machine

[Verse 1]
Aye we waited too long for this know we stayed (down, down)
See now I’m way up remember we were way (down, down)
No matter where I go they know I always held it (down, down)
And no matter where I go they know that we gon’ blow it, down
That Plain Jane I can’t wait to bust it down (down, down)
And you know we cashin’ out on cars nigga ain’t no puttin’ (down, down)
A long way from them squad up search nigga I’m Louis’d down
Told them from the start don’t bring them fuck niggas around
Stand up nigga I ain’t never layin’ (down, down)
See we gon’ have them things sold before they even touch (down, down)
He tried run but Lord knows man we gon’ run him (down, down)
I’m talkin’ whole 100 rounds man I’m tryin’ knock somthin’ down man I ain’t playin’

[Chorus]
Uh, I know my niggas all (down, down) yeah yeah
Aye my bitches gon’ hold me (down, down)
Yeah, I know they got love for the boy
Played with death from the start
See they know where I came from they know I had it hard
Yeah, see I got up but we were (down, down) yeah hey
They picked me up when I was (down, down) yeah
I got love for the team, can’t let nothin’ intervene yeah
All them nights a nigga starved turned me to a machine

[Bridge]
Baby
Oh baby
Hold me down hold me down
Yeah hey uh

[Verse 2]
And they know I’m goin’ for the gusto
One me, 5 hoes
Killa Cam, my flow
Hole in the boy like a pothole, die slow
Buckshot got ’em with like 5 holes yeah
To tell the truth, the whole fam I would die for
Get on me some Suge shit, inject him with the die slow
Uh, we ain’t gotta hide no, need no disguise no
I’m ridin’ with my niggas ’til the tires blow yeah
I hate they shot my brother (down, down)
Lord knows that shit took the family (down, down)
Lord knows I gotta hold this shit (down, down)
Yeah, Lord knows that what I’m thinkin’ ’bout when I’m loadin’ every round

[Chorus]
Uh, I know my niggas all (down, down) yeah yeah
Aye my bitches gon’ hold me (down, down)
Yeah, I know they got love for the boy
Played with death from the start
See they know where I came from they know I had it hard
Yeah, see I got up but we were (down, down) yeah hey
They picked me up when I was (down, down) yeah
I got love for the team, can’t let nothin’ intervene yeah
All them nights a nigga starved turned me to a machine

[Verse 1]
Baby I’m a queen, so why do you call me baby?
It’s been about a week, it’s too soon for nicknames

[Pre-Chorus]
You tire me out but fill me up
And I don’t mind it very much
You do not wait to wake me up
Too soon for mourning

[Chorus]
I might prefer desire to self control
I might prefer crying to being composed
I might prefer chaos to even flow
It’s too soon for sense though
I might prefer desire to self control
I might prefer crying to being composed
I might prefer chaos to even flow
It’s too soon for sense though

[Verse 2]
Maybe I’m a queen, and maybe I’m a baby
It’s been over a week, still too soon for nicknames

[Pre-Chorus]
You tire me out but fill me up
And I don’t mind it very much
You do not wait to wake me up
Too soon for mourning

[Chorus]
I might prefer desire to self control
I might prefer crying to being composed
I might prefer chaos to even flow
It’s too soon for sense though
I might prefer desire to self control
I might prefer crying to being composed
I might prefer chaos to even flow
It’s too soon for sense though

[Intro]
June your a genius
Know we started from the bottom nigga
Think It’s A Game
You know you don’t hustle you don’t eat nigga
You know if you broke you don’t sleep nigga
You know, long live all my niggas
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Look, aye keep that Glock by my tommy
Boy you know you pussy like right beneath her lil’ tummy
I am the bomb and I advise you pussies stay far from me
[?] high come drummin’
Flow sick I might vomit
Drop a brick on they head they better not hit no stomach
All this lead in this pencil I’ma erase sum
I’m from the gutter where snitches wear wires
Ridin’ with mack and I ain’t talkin’ bout that boy off of The Wire
Mack 11 on my side but that boy not a minor
Make me come find ya
Know I’m havin’ like your boss make me come sign ya
You know that yapper bring the bitch up out him
They know a punk bitch ain’t ever got shit up out him yeah
Aye I can only hear the money you copy
Play wit my dawg and we gon bring it to ya door like we tryna make sure you got it
I use to make the honor roll but I ain’t make it through college
Aye nowadays I might push the Rolls Royce down Collins

[Chorus]
At your best, you are love yeah
Look, see we were broke I had to make sure we got it
I swear it took a long time but I still went and got it yeah
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya

[Verse 2]
I love cheese like a rat, nigga you a rat
My bitch weave cost a rack
And bitch we don’t internet beef we just wack shit
Louie backpack stay filled with them jacks in it
Diamonds dancin’ like Michael my bitch a Janet
I’ma put my brother on and have my man’s lit
Aye you know Boxdale with that pull up sprayin’ shit
Aye ain’t a dollar in this world to make my man switch
You wear a skirt nigga, that ain’t no man shit
They checkin’ everybody but the one they hang wit
Got my niggas down bad, lil’ niggas tellin’ on my niggas and you proud of that?

[Chorus]
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya yeah hey

[Outro]
At your best you are love, ain’t a thang they could say bout me
I’ma talk my shit nigga, fly nigga