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[Verse 1]
Have you ever seen a man climbing a wall
Up the side of a building that is decidedly tall?
Who despite gravity trying is declining to fall
One can only imagine the flipping size of his balls
Well that’s me known as Spiderman or Spidey
And I’m called Peter Parker really though I should be Peter Parkour
Leaping through the dark gloomy city coming at you
Weaving over roofs like a traditional thatcher
So no matter your stance or your status or statue
You, bad guys, are flies and I’m going to catch you
This one’s for Gwen and uncle Ben, dedicated to Aunt May
I’m the man you dress up as when you’re too lazy to cosplay

[Chorus 1]
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
He’s not a mutant, it’s an overactive thyroid gland (wo)
Spider-man, Spider-man
I’m delivering this line from my diaphragm (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
If you still don’t get it – here’s a diagram (ey)

[Verse 2]
I’m Iron Man but without the massive salary
I’m Bruce Wayne if he had a loving family
I’m Bruce Banner but without being ripped or angry
I’m the Black Panther but without much of a tan on me
I’m the Flash if he hadn’t even ran at speed
I’m Jean Grey but with a double a cup mammary
I’m Deadpool if he lacked a personality
I’m James Gunn without directing Guardians of the Galaxy-oh
I’ll just pop out for a vertical jog
Where buildings penetrate the sky like a cervical swab
I started at the bottom now I’m traversing atop
A massive phallic symbol as if it’s my personal knob
Err, you’ll have to take my word for it, but I’m this handsome
Definitely not a virgin
My dick Branson
Oh sorry, I just went off on a big tangent
But now I’m trapping you in the web like Chris Hansen

[Chorus 2]
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Goes hard like a penile implant (wo)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Apart from eating their mate during copulation that we know of anyway
Spider-man, Spider-man
Spider-man

[Verse 3]
I’m a happy kind of rapper guy
No grime pretense
Yeah, I’m a little camp but so are tiny tents
Look, in my defense, I can’t rely on my spidey sense and I can’t deny that I’m immense so why pretend? It’s kind of dense
I’m the headliner, you guys are the side events
I fly across the skyline while you try to climb a fence
High flying Fashionista wrapped in tight lycra
Defying expectations of my critics like bycra
Say I can’t swing roof to roof – that’s fake news
It’s not up to me to prove the truth
So if you dispute then I refuse to tiptoe
You can take it straight up with Stan Lee and Steve Ditko
It’s risky like investing into P2P crypto
Or expecting to see Diplo at the D of E disco
So come along to my swingers club
I’ll bring the white stuff if you bring the bub
I’ve got a thing for Kinbaku
The kink I love and don’t be scared if you find a spider in the tub
I’m here to help you get over arachnophobia
So don’t be afraid
You’re like a cobweb when I blow you away

[Chorus 3]
Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can (hey)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Gets ASMR during an eye exam (wo)
Spider-man, Spider-man
Never constipated, thanks to high fibre bran (hey)
Let me promote for a mo, hope you don’t mind the spam
This track’s on Google Music, Spotify and Tidal, damn (ey)

[Intro]
Yeah, fuck that shit

[Chorus]
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
(You are watching a master–)
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, we came up from the basement

[Verse 1]
Grew up broke as fuck, rich folks was adjacent
Maryland, starin’ out the window for motivation
I remember lil Bobby, lil B
Man I wish I could be a dog in a rich family
Oh how nice would that shit be, my life a catastrophe
Now my shit a masterpiece, No Limit like Master P
Now I am the master, see, that’s the way it has to be
My life is a movie, I’m so glad God casted me
I am not top ten, more like top three
I am not two ’cause nobody could top me
Get the pussy wet like Jodeci, you know it’s me
I can’t seem to put my finger on it like a rotary
But something’s missin’ from the game, when I’m gone, oh it’s me
I feel sorry for these rappers comin’ up, what was me
I just took a hiatus and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
‘Cause I’m sittin’ on five, unreleased albums
Greatest of all time, no lyin’, that’s the outcome
I do it for the boom bap, the trap and the radio
Fuck a fake fan, step into me, try to play me ho
I make music for every genre, every occasion
Ma shit is amazin’, I’m blazin’, it’s insane
Going crazy in the gym, going in gains
Had a lot of dark nights, but bitch I been Bane
I was born in the darkness like Rick James
Bitch, sippin’ scotch with Chappelle after the Grammys
Said them countries wasn’t shit holes, they prolly want to ban me
‘Cause I say the shit that others won’t, prolly can’t stand me (uh)
Like the rappers claim to hate me, but they stan me
I said these rappers claim to hate me, but they motherfucking stan me
They hate what I represent, but bitch I am me
They hate what I represent, but bitch I am me
There’s nothin’ but legendary shit that be goin’ on, the phenomenal

[Chorus]
You are watching a master– at work
This what you all been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, we came up from the basement

[Verse 2]
I got my rap, and I got my gat, gotta get my pack, but I won’t bust back
Unless I need is with greed I lead this world by example with ample
Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
The fallacy society has rejected, I’m here to protect it
Everybody dies in this world we live in, but not everybody tries, but everybody lies
You can’t take, take money with you when you die so spend it and don’t look back like an addict in recovery
But also don’t blow it, you know, and don’t be a coward, but don’t be too heroic
Live your life to the fullest, don’t push it or pull it
Don’t murder others ’cause you disagree with their beliefs
We all the same underneath
I had some shit I had to get off of my chest in that first verse
But this verse come first when it comes to importance of message
Do what you love, do what you love, do what–, do what–, do what you love
Don’t do it, do it, do it, for society
Break free from the cycle, don’t be scared to walk like Michael on the moon
Rattpack, beat up the tune so much more, it’s comin’ soon
Yeah I’ve been goin’, I’m already knowin’, Bobby be flowin’
Shit get around like a woman, my body been growin’, my mind been growin’
I’m already know it I’m gon’ die one day, you gon’ die one day, we all ‘gon die one day
God already got the date set, so live your life, live yo life
Yeah you live it, that’s a fact, because if you don’t live it in the end you gon’ be filled with regret

[Chorus]
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
You are watching a master at work
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement

[Outro]
You are watching a ma– master at work
Logic

[Intro (Distorted)]
Triple Six

[Hook: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Hold up, wait!
Hold up, wait
Dynamite rows are rotting in they fucking graves
One day, I will forget the name
One day, I’ll forget the name, name, name (hold up, wait!)
Hold up, wait
Dynamite rows are rotting in they fucking graves
One day, I will forget the name
One day, I’ll forget the name, name, name

[Verse 1: $CRIM]
When I was twenty-seven every night I had dreams to die
Now I’m twenty-eight feeling more dead than alive
Twenty-nine in a month all my idols fucking dead
Got a check, more or less, just another problem
Breaking four-hundred degrees, no limit cash money
Half a milli’ pass the cash, I feel like cash money
Pop a Xan, couldn’t tell you when
I forget
Fuck a friend
All I need is $crim and my kin (Ruby!)
Days looking grim, goosebumps on my skin
Hope the reaper come and hope my demise begin
Fill my vein with heroin
Poking through my skin
This is the end

[Chorus: RUBY DA CHERRY]
(Hold up, wait!)
Hold up, wait
Dynamite rows are rotting in they fucking graves
One day, I will forget the name
One day, I’ll forget the name, name, name

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
One day, I’ll become the same
A pile of ashes forgotten in a vase
Wrap my chain around the base and then put it on display
Flashing lights they shine so brightly
‘Till it blackouts every night see
Shattered glass rain from the sky
Beware my dream (aye)
That shit so binding
White gold blade on a bright gold chain
Ruby da Cherry been dated, so why the fuck would I not stay the same?
Every step that Ruby take, it like he walking on a plank
Let the waves crash down, let them take me to my grave
Ain’t no way my gang ain’t grey
Thousands of people are shouting but $uicide just saved the day
Roll up in the tang
Fuck the fame
Remember my name
Until your memory fades
Like you manning the plague
Until my dying day

[Outro]
–tens of people arrested, several ounces of a deadly drug are now off the streets of St. Tammany Parish all after several law enforcement agencies joined forces

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Uh, grew up on making fucking robo noise
I came, I destroy, aye
Sold out shows ’round the globe twice know I feel like a fucking viceroy, aye (I do)
Never say die, I do whatever drug, I always enter the void
But this time when I die make sure I’m buried in FTP corduroy
$uicideboy$
Most avoided, most ignored
I like the rolls down from before (I do)
Who am I, Froyd?
I’m not who I thought I was anymore

[Refrain: RUBY DA CHERRY]
I’m not, like you
I’m not, like you
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no wife and kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in this (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no fucking kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in hell (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no fucking kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in this (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)

[Verse 2: $LICK SLOTH]
Ask me if I’m happy, stupid motherfucking question (hold up)
No pity needed finding women; I was seven
Was sad then
Running drugs up on my bike
You know I had a weapon
And then drugs became my obsession
Nobody can say they gave me a fucking thing
Got in front of money, I’m a G-O-D, hold up
Born south side west, banging living legend
Revive your Christ, this your fucking day, right
Northside Shawty off the porch
Sippin’ dip, let’s see
Wanna quit, life overrated and shit
Everyday eating sticks, gotta wash it down
And when I wash it down, you know where this with (bitch)

[Refrain: $LICK $LOTH]
I just want some happiness
To live a normal life again (ah)
Slip right into nothing
Talk with my cousin, like he actually my cousin (I said)
I just want some happiness
Live a normal life again (ah)
Slip right into nothing
Talk to my cousin, like he actually my cousin

[Outro]
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[Intro]
Oyy papi, [??]
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
And no apologize for it
I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga
Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
God, I’m so good

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
Fuck up a check, then we making it back
She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
She want the D, I’ve been waiting on that
I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hating on that
And I meant what I said, I ain’t taking it back
We get you chain, we ain’t taking it back
Reach for my chain, get [??] for that
Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
I know we balling too much
And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
I say [??] mami, and call it to us
If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I’m in Balenci’, Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the ‘gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but really you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
While we gettin’ money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much
But maybe they ain’t getting money enough
I say, ‘Dimelo’ papi, he combo the trucks
He gon’ make a tab and I’m running it up, gracias!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin’ and shining since back in the nineties
I’m ’bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the fuck?’
Ain’t no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture
I can’t do nothin’ with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That’s how I do, ay, can’t give you the formula
Don’t stop me, I’m just warming up
Niggas be actin’, the fuck they perfomin’ for
Leave ’em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain’t shit ’bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearin’ my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
Fuck niggas hating, don’t try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Ski an invader
David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then running in tail
Open the vault ’cause you [?] jail

[Bridge: Female voice & T.I.]
Como ese [??] plata or plomo?
[??] como [??]
[??] bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that nigga?
[??]
What’d he do?
Ask him if he got some weed
[??] grande [??]
Man, what’d you just say?
[??] is how you say a lot of weed
Yeah [??] grande [??]
Hell yeah
Mucho
Ya dig?