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My nigga got on
My nigga got all white, no socks
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That’s how he feel
Turn my vocal up
That’s how you feel, Emory?
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
Turn the music up too
Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
Like 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
Mmmmm
Pretty much
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Nah, we did that, black-owned things
Hundred percent, black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two)
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth
Hahahaha
I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’
But that ain’t even a statement
That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget
Wait, that ain’t politically correct
Forget it
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
I missed the karma, that came as a consequence
Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’
Can’t losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
I’m tryna fix you
I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
Y’all think small, I think Biggie
Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies
How is him or Pill Cosby ‘posed to help me?
Old niggas never accepted me
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis
We all lose when the family feuds
What’s better than one billionaire? Two
I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got Ciroc
Y’all need to stop
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Love me like, love
Higher
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Who are you to say, that I didn’t love you?
‘Cause I didn’t love the way you wanted
And who am I to blame?
When I didn’t trust you enough to let you in the way I wanted
Stop, okay

[Pre-Chorus]
Vodka on my lips
Took too many drinks
Makes me reminisce all the way down
To my happy place, you’re my happy place
I can’t handle us now

[Chorus]
If I’m lucky I’ll meet ya, flipside of the graveyard
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but someday
If I’m lucky, I’ll meet ya, heaven or high water
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but maybe
If I’m lucky, eh
If I’m lucky, eh
I’ll get your lovin’ (yeah)
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but someday

[Verse 2]
Who am I to say, that it wasn’t good, babe?
Just thinkin’ ’bout our loving gives me chills up and down my spine
I dare you not to miss me
‘Cause what we had was more than just a (thrill)
Stop, okay

[Pre-Chorus]
Vodka on my lips
Took too many drinks
Makes me reminisce all the way down
To my happy place, you’re my happy place
I can’t handle us now

[Chorus]
If I’m lucky I’ll meet ya, flipside of the graveyard
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but someday
If I’m lucky, I’ll meet ya, heaven or high water
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but maybe
If I’m lucky (eh)
If I’m lucky (if I’m lucky, eh)
I’ll get your lovin’ (yeah)
Miss when you say (yeah)
I really miss it babe
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but someday

[Post-Chorus]
I’m selfish for you (ooh)
I’m selfish for you (ooh)

[Chorus]
If I’m lucky I’ll meet ya, on the flipside of the graveyard
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but someday
If I’m lucky, I’ll meet ya, heaven or high water
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but maybe
If I’m lucky (if I’m lucky, baby) (eh)
If I’m lucky (if I’m lucky, baby) (eh)
I’ll get your lovin’
‘Cause things didn’t work out in this life, but someday

[Post-Chorus]
I’m selfish for you (ooh)
I’m selfish for you (ooh)
And only you, baby

[Intro]
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch, watch
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch me, (watch me)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Verse 1]
Yeah, homie G, the cold emcee
Rollin’ deep through your vicinity (yo)
I just had an epiphany
I don’t know what it did to me
But I’m hopin’ the devil doesn’t get into me (woah)
I’m still a beast whose enemies finna be
Off the chain with a brand new delivery (yeah)
Try to get in my way, the feelin’ of rage
That sit in my brain, then I blast you to smithereens
Nigga please, I’ll be damned if I’m thrown on the back burner
Fuckin’ maniac purgin’, a rap server
The cat burglar who be committin’ mass murder
That’s word to the G.O.D.
Fuckin’ the game from the P.O.V.
Niggas beg and they plead on knees
There’ll be no peace, the D.O.G., I feed on beats
If niggas wanna die they can lean on me
No Bill Withers, U.P. I done built it up
You wishin’ you was on the field with us
I’m the ill nigga, no deal, look at me grill niggas
Fuckin’ with me then I will erupt
Still we must remain clam
Napalm in my dang palm
I’m a dark villain like Blade, Spawn or Akon with a cape on
It ain’t fun, you can’t run
This is the horror flick your life is based on
I ain’t gon’ say that I’m runnin’ shit
That’s the shit every rapper say and think about
Nigga, just go in and look at the bank account
I just don’t have enough patience to take it out
Niggas is hatin’ now, I don’t suffer from no paper drought
Always winning’s my favorite route
My whole life, I just lay it out
Being around me is a blessing so, boy, you should take a bow
Look!

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Verse 2]
Comin’ up, niggas said, "He can’t go far." (oh shit)
I cut through like a relay go-kart (woah)
I give it to you like a B-Day postcard
Killin’ shit with my nigga DJ Romar (yeah, yeah)
You know you made it when they claim you overrated
Flow is slayin’, cultivatin’
Way way back in the golden ages
Now I got hoes from here to Copenhagen
Like nigga, you don’t even know where that’s at
Bagbak ’cause I’m a class act of Mad Max
A mental hazmat lookin’ for a jackass to spaz at
I’m turnin’ you niggas into my lab rats
Hashtag, #FuckYouMan
And a dome piece with a nut and a bolt screwed in
Don’t care what cult you in
I’m AWOL like I’m D. Trump’s new plan
I be givin’ you some mo’ action, mo’ thrashin’
Old-fashioned ho slappin’, throat slashin’
Hittin’ you harder than a collision with a semi
Then wish you’ll bust and then you’ll throw past it
I’m the maniac in yo’ attic, nomadic, toe-taggin’
Ho, that’s my dick, you should blow at it!
I don’t really give a fuck about your feelings
You can cry me a river ’cause I’m a dog and you know that shit
Clearly there’s a devil on my shoulder with an angel
But they don’t go back and forth
We are all in agreement in knowin’ just what I am rappin’ for
Just smashin’ whores, give me ass galore
It’s all I’m askin’, Lord
I can fit the women inside of my black Accord
And we can speed through the night, unless I crash of course
I may need to see a psychiatric ward, so let’s go!

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Outro]
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, better tell these hoes I’m kickin’ through the door!

[Intro]
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch, watch
Watch me, (watch me)
Watch me, (watch me)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Verse 1]
Yeah, homie G, the cold emcee
Rollin’ deep through your vicinity (yo)
I just had an epiphany
I don’t know what it did to me
But I’m hopin’ the devil doesn’t get into me (woah)
I’m still a beast whose enemies finna be
Off the chain with a brand new delivery (yeah)
Try to get in my way, the feelin’ of rage
That sit in my brain, then I blast you to smithereens
Nigga please, I’ll be damned if I’m thrown on the back burner
Fuckin’ maniac purgin’, a rap server
The cat burglar who be committin’ mass murder
That’s word to the G.O.D.
Fuckin’ the game from the P.O.V.
Niggas beg and they plead on knees
There’ll be no peace, the D.O.G., I feed on beats
If niggas wanna die they can lean on me
No Bill Withers, U.P. I done built it up
You wishin’ you was on the field with us
I’m the ill nigga, no deal, look at me grill niggas
Fuckin’ with me then I will erupt
Still we must remain clam
Napalm in my dang palm
I’m a dark villain like Blade, Spawn or Akon with a cape on
It ain’t fun, you can’t run
This is the horror flick your life is based on
I ain’t gon’ say that I’m runnin’ shit
That’s the shit every rapper say and think about
Nigga, just go in and look at the bank account
I just don’t have enough patience to take it out
Niggas is hatin’ now, I don’t suffer from no paper drought
Always winning’s my favorite route
My whole life, I just lay it out
Being around me is a blessing so, boy, you should take a bow
Look!

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Verse 2]
Comin’ up, niggas said, "He can’t go far." (oh shit)
I cut through like a relay go-kart (woah)
I give it to you like a B-Day postcard
Killin’ shit with my nigga DJ Romar (yeah, yeah)
You know you made it when they claim you overrated
Flow is slayin’, cultivatin’
Way way back in the golden ages
Now I got hoes from here to Copenhagen
Like nigga, you don’t even know where that’s at
Bagbak ’cause I’m a class act of Mad Max
A mental hazmat lookin’ for a jackass to spaz at
I’m turnin’ you niggas into my lab rats
Hashtag, #FuckYouMan
And a dome piece with a nut and a bolt screwed in
Don’t care what cult you in
I’m AWOL like I’m D. Trump’s new plan
I be givin’ you some mo’ action, mo’ thrashin’
Old-fashioned ho slappin’, throat slashin’
Hittin’ you harder than a collision with a semi
Then wish you’ll bust and then you’ll throw past it
I’m the maniac in yo’ attic, nomadic, toe-taggin’
Ho, that’s my dick, you should blow at it!
I don’t really give a fuck about your feelings
You can cry me a river ’cause I’m a dog and you know that shit
Clearly there’s a devil on my shoulder with an angel
But they don’t go back and forth
We are all in agreement in knowin’ just what I am rappin’ for
Just smashin’ whores, give me ass galore
It’s all I’m askin’, Lord
I can fit the women inside of my black Accord
And we can speed through the night, unless I crash of course
I may need to see a psychiatric ward, so let’s go!

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Take a look, take a look
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
I’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m ’bout to make this bitch jump
(Watch me, watch me, watch me)
Check me out, check me out

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Let’s go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon’ see
Ain’t no thing, bitch, I’m on
Bitch, I’m kickin’ through the door!
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I’m gone
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

[Outro]
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, better tell these hoes I’m kickin’ through the door!

[Chorus: Sasha Sloan]
All of my friends are settling down
They’re only kids but they’re married now
Let’s follow the lights
Let’s follow the crowd
Baby we got to get out
Let’s get out of this town

[Verse 1: Sasha Sloan]
I want an ocean view, somewhere
As long as I’m next to you, I don’t care
I don’t wanna live my life in circles
I just wanna find an empty road
Let’s get away from here, let’s go

[Chorus: Sasha Sloan]
All of my friends are settling down
They’re only kids but they’re married now
Let’s follow the lights
Let’s follow the crowd
Baby we got to get out
Let’s get out of this town

[Verse 2: Sasha Sloan]
Nothing ever changes here, I know
Another day, another year, same old
I don’t wanna live my life in circles
I just wanna find an empty road
Let’s get away from here, let’s go

[Chorus: Sasha Sloan]
All of my friends are settling down
They’re only kids but they’re married now
Let’s follow the lights
Let’s follow the crowd
Baby we got to get out
Let’s get out of this town

[Outro: Sasha Sloan]
Let’s get out of this town
Let’s get out of this town
Let’s get out of this town
Let’s get out of this town
Let’s get out of this town
Let’s get out of this town