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[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

[Intro]
Yeah, shout to everybody
Who’s been on this trip with me
You don’t have to agree
But if you feel like me

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Someone get this Aryan a sheet
Time to bury him, so tell him to prepare to get impeached
Everybody on your feet
This is where terrorism and heroism meet, square off in the streets
This chump barely even sleeps
All he does is watch Fox News like a parrot and repeats
While he looks like a canary with a beak
Why you think he banned transgenders from the military with a tweet?
He’s tryin’ to divide us
The shit’s like a cult, but like Johnny he’ll only unite us
‘Cause nothin’ inside drives us like this fight does
Similar to when two cars collide ’cause
Our spirit’s crushed, and this spot’s a tight one
But here the jaws of life come
To pull us from the wreckage, that’s what we get pride from
When we can’t wear stars and stripes ’cause
‘Cause this type of pickle we’re in is hard to deal
But there’s always tomorrow still
If we start from the scratch like a scab, get the scars to heal
And band together for Charlottesville
And for Heather, fallen heroes, fill this wall with murals
Nevada get up, hit the damn resetter
Let’s start from zero, this is our renewal
Spray tan, get ride of, get a brand new, better
America, and here’s to where we’re from

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & (Eminem)]
And here’s to where we all began, all began (stand up!)
Here’s to the land that made me
And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!)
Here’s to the land that raised me
This one for the only place that really knows me
From the cracks in the road that drove me
There’s no place like home

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Didn’t wanna piss your base off, did ya?
Can’t denounce the Klan, ’cause they play golf with ya
You stay on Twitter, way to get your hate off
Nazi, I do not see a way y’all differ
And all you got are race cards, bigot
The swastika with your name carved in it
Should be your trademark, ’cause hate’s all you played off
And you just lick the plate off
So I guess it pays to feed off of chaos
So basically, you ate off Hitler!
But you ain’t ruinin’ our country, punk
Or takin’ our pride from us, you won’t define us
‘Cause like a dictionary, things are lookin’ up
So much, got a sprained neck, know we would rise up
Against this train wreck and take a stand
Even if it means sittin’ when they raise the flag
To sing "The Star-Spangled Banner"
This man just praised a statue of General Lee
‘Cause he generally hates the black people, degrades hispanics
Take it back to the Shady national convention
Wish I woulda spit on it before I went to shake his hand
At the event or maybe had the wherewithal
To know that he was gonna try to tear apart
Our sacred land we cherish and stand for
So, hands in the air, let’s hear it for
The start of a brand new America
Without him, and be proud of where we’re from
And here’s to where we’re from

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & (Eminem)]
And here’s to where we all began, all began (stand up!)
Here’s to the land that made me
And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!)
Here’s to the land that raised me
This one for the only place that really knows me
From the cracks in the road that drove me
There’s no place like home

[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
I won’t give up
I won’t give up on my home, that so many died for
You already know that I won’t give up
I won’t give up on my home, that so many died for
You already know
There’s no place like home, no place like home
Wherever I go, no place like home
No place like home, no place like home
Wherever I go

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & (Eminem)]
Here’s to where we all began, all began (stand up!)
Here’s to the land that made me
And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!)
Here’s to the land that raised me
This one for the only place that really knows me
From the cracks in the road that drove me
There’s no place like home

[Intro]
D-C-O. Don’t come outside, volume one
G-M-G-A-T-M it’s the unit
Reefa on the beat, whoa

[Verse]
All that cocaine residue I left up in the pot got my shawty flippin’
She was tryin’ to cook mashed potatoes for me for dinner with some fried chicken (sorry)
I ain’t get to do the dishes after I cooked up, I was in a rush
I told her clean it up for me, she ain’t got to cook, order Pizza Hut (doorbell hold me down)
Still gamblin’ with my freedom, I ain’t all the way out the mud yet (nope)
My little brother be around bloods, I’m surprised he ain’t turn blood yet (soowoop)
Cops killin’ niggas, niggas killin’ niggas, but we ain’t gettin’ judged equal (DA)
They the ones that got badges on ‘em, they supposed to protect and serve the people (yeah right)
OGs tell me drop out like, “What the fuck a teacher gon’ teach you?” (they right)
Seen fiends tear their arm up looking for a vein to stick it with the needle (damn)
Commissary for my niggas in the feds while a Jewish lawyer fight the case
Killed a nigga, his man got away, he ran so fast he ain’t see my face (pww)
Caught a body and I rapped ‘bout it, I ain’t say his name but I rapped ‘bout it (1,2 1,2)
To me it’s funny, but my mans that I caught the body with don’t be laughing ‘bout it (ha ha ha)
Hundred bands worth of jewelry on, just to stunt on niggas with no destination (whoa)
I don’t trust bitches that be like, “What you doing daddy? Text me your location.” (huh?)
Stash box in the Cadillac, I can fit about five Dracos in it
A body dropped in my hood and police tried to get niggas to say I did it (I ain’t do that one)
Back then when I fought a case I used to have to pay my lawyer in the stormers
He don’t care what they found in the crib, motherfuckas ain’t have no warrants (no)
Beat the case, beat another case, walking out the courtroom diddy boppin’ (ooouuu)
Had a nickname for my lawyer, used to call him the Jewish Johnnie Cochran
Get me home, keep me out of jail ‘cuz he know he gon’ keep gettin’ checks (ooouuu)
Hold up, nigga, wait a minute, I ain’t finished yet like Nicki’s ex (ooouuu)
Meek Mill voice on the intro, listen little niggas, I’m on fire
Hands down, homie, I did records with 50, JAY Z and Mariah (I’m just sayin’)
I’m the underrated, underdog, but I promise you, my time comin’
50 gave me a bag of money and I ain’t even have to sign nothin’ (whoa)
Everybody have money to they ear, awww man, Jay throwin’ shade (let’s go Hov)
Niggas dying for a hood they mother payin’ rent and tryna’ get the rent paid
Daddy left when the baby came (damn), left mommy all alone to struggle
My credit good and I’m throwing money in the club, I ain’t knockin’ bitches hustle
On the low, that’s what Jay did, well that ain’t even on the low
Probably ain’t even know he did that, now he did if he ain’t know
Tell him [?] to my crime partner that’s what Jay shouted out (whoa)
Even Rolling Stone wrote an article, say that’s what he was talkin’ ‘bout
Little niggas ain’t bumbin’ Jay, 4:44 went over they head
Niggas rather Lil’ Uzi, push me to the edge all my friends are dead instead (serious?!)
They don’t know what real rap ‘bout, I’m off this, Power back out
Jamie St. Patrick was locked up, beat the case, now he back out (he ain’t rat)
Watchin’ it with my lady, maybe it’s cuz I ain’t smoke yet
Call 50 like, “Yo, why you ain’t let Kanan kill Ghost yet?” (yo, Fif)
Niggas don’t want no beef with us, they freeze up when the squeeze at us
Niggas shooting in the air, you tryin’ to hit me, or you tryin’ to shoot Jesus up (hallelujah)
Real niggas out here stravin’, while the weirdos gettin’ fat (ooouuu)
Got to question a niggas character when you see him hangin’ ‘round a rat (ooouuu)
Niggas be like I know who did it, that’s how the police know who did it (ooouuu)
If everybody keep they mouth shut, watch how fast the case get acquitted

[Outro]
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)

Pt. I

[Intro: Chad Hugo]
Yeah
On my young niggas, on my done nigga
Yeah
Woo!
Yeah
On my young one, on my done one
One time!
Woo!

[Chorus: M.I.A.]
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, location device
Ay, my love is [?]
Ay, we with ceiling lights
Ay, sipping from the kite

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
We in love with the rally, but they had to have the clothes
Tonight we unified society, all my sisters and my bros
And guess the wind, they gon’ shoot us
Regardless which way it blows
In the moon like Apollos
Kites like UFOs
Nigga hold a door (hold a door, hold a door, hold a door)
What you tryna’ to close it for? (close it for, close it for, close it for)
Nigga hold a door (hold a door, hold a door, hold a door)
There’s room for some many more (many more, many more, many more)

Pt. II

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Wake up in the morning, don’t know if you’re gonna blah!
When we do the [?] til’ it’s done
Everybody needs friends, okay
[?] you know you need to blah!
If you want to shine way up!
If you want to shine way up!
Way, way, way up!
If you want to bring the day up

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar, Pharrell & both]
Kites on my radar, life in my palms
We unite through the chaos (only for the purist)
Tell them to obey ours
My cerebellum threw a rebellion from AR’s (room for the bull stick)
The day I have a J.R., I tell him the worth of God only, and quit his day job (motherf*ck the bullsh*t)
Radio never play ours
This revolution ain’t televised with prayer
Jumping over borders
Ain’t no ruler for restrictions
Ain’t no police to deport us
Ain’t no summers for our sons
Ain’t no dealings for our daughters
Every prosecution hung, save the verdict for the lawyers
Illuminate the corner, I celebrate humanity scream back at me in the morning
Every field in Mississippi, every street in California
Know the devil was alive, it’s the time to be anointed
Truck into a stream, disconnected to a dream
Head bussin’, hittin’ nothing, even if I gotta bleed
Sitting waiting patient for a universal pain
Politicking was the nation, this is big as you and me huh?
I let you fly my contacts, okay
Tryna send us off on combat, no way
Waking up the spirit it’s on every human being
If you with us, then you scream, so one day you can shout way out
Me, I am way up

[Bridge: Pharrell & M.I.A.]
Way, way, way up
Hey, hey
Bring the f*cking crayon
Hey, hey

[Verse 4: M.I.A.]
The girls in here are the humblest
We drink out our plastic tumblers
While you see us on Tumblr’s
We wave at each other [?]
They don’t wanna get down with foreigners
Say “hey, you”, you won’t admire us
[?], they curious
I wanna get high cause I’m curious
I’m serious, I hope you are feeling us
I’m paying all these with [?]
With mobiles are running delirious
It’s our dream, it’s out of radius
I’m letting off kites over barriers

[Refrain: M.I.A.]
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers

Pt. III

[Outro: Chad Hugo]
They give us so many more
Hey!