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(Verse 1: SZA)
You say you got a girl
How you want me?
How you want me when you got a girl?
The feelin’ is wreckless
Of knowin’ it’s selfish
Knowin’ I’m desperate
Gettin’ all in your love
Fallin’ all over love, like
Do it ’til it hurts less
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin’ home?
Is you out with her?
I don’t care long as you’re here by
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want

(Chorus: SZA)
My man is my man is your man
Heard it’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

(Verse 2: dvsn)
Said I’d leave, I wasn’t ready yet
I wish me and her hadn’t already met
I been tryna get my mind right, but
While you standing there naked in the mirror for me
Got a body that’ll make anybody forgive
And I really got nothing to go off
But the feels, but the feels, but the feelings
Clothes off
God knows a ni**a doing so wrong
Whatever me and her had is so gone
Ain’t really had a friend in so long
But at least you come
But at least you come through
But at least you come
When you cum I cum too
Then I come to my senses
But I don’t want to end this
Tell me if you’re free sometime this weekend

(Outro: dvsn)
She been working nights on the weekend
Always picking fights on the weekend
Beefin’ every Friday
Then I think about it
She might have somebody on the weekends


(Intro: 24hrs)
24hrs and you know it’s T-Pain
Oh woah
Let me see you do that, right now

(Chorus: 24hrs)
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down

(Post-Chorus: 24hrs + T-Pain)
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
Then come down

(Verse 1: 24hrs)
Ay, Twenty, you know that I been working hard
Climbing up and down that pole, whew
Clothes come off, spend a whole bunch of money
If you kiss her, I’mma blow more money
You know I like what you do
I’m not gon’ ever, judge you
Drop top two seater, just us two
I came, tonight, to find your type
I’m Twenty, this no hype
Umbrella, umbrella, let’s make it rain
It’s 24hrs, and it’s T-Pain
Just you and your friends
Go down

(Chorus: 24hrs)
Then go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down

(Post-Chorus: 24hrs + T-Pain)
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
Then come down

(Verse 2: T-Pain)
I’m up in the air like that McDonalds sign, look like open legs
Girl, I been drinking straight Henny all day, put that Coke in there
You see that sunshine make me unwind, I stay woke in there
Girl, put that gun down, that ain’t allowed, in the (?)
That bad little sinner, damn, that ain’t enough for a ni**a, how would I spend a whole million
Spend a whole million, I’m tryna show you my vision, daily threesomes with Brazilians
I’m on that west coast production sh*t
Tell that hoe she can suck a dick
The price just going up a bit
And you know that meat looking succulent
You ain’t never lied
She wanna ride on that Pain train, said she never tried
She said me and God like the same thing, she feels so alive
But I leave her dead in the bed
And I leave the bread on her head
Tell her next time the prices better not

(Chorus: 24hrs)
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down

(Post-Chorus: 24hrs + T-Pain)
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
Then come down


(Intro: Method Man)
Allah Math, dig it

(Verse 1: Method Man)
My block is G’d up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper don’t need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus; I’m doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little Caesar after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
Puff the buddha, I get my G up
My team in the building until the lease up
Look, you think this method ain’t pro-lific then pro-hibit
See I’m (?) but like my daddy no different
A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure
Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers
To quote Jigga I goes hard, I blow Swishers
I blow that trigger, your whole squad could go with you
Ay, Dio mío, I’m a hell of a flow spitter
You ain’t my people, I don’t care if you know RZA
‘Cause at the end of the day
I’m a problem boy, stay out of my way
Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space
And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face

(Pre-Hook Sample)
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap sh*t
And every borough, state, town, prison, map sh*t

(Hook: Mzee Jones)
Drink sippin’, no slippin’, weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin’
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin’, rollie copy
Wig rockin’, big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life – yeah

(Verse 2: R-Mean)
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
We known to do this
The flow is losing, it’s so abusive
Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish
I over do this, fuck a moderation
Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration
Meth-Tical, (All Dash?), Allah Math
Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God’s path
These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose
I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous
But we knowing the mean, the leader’s showing ya
King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia
Blunt condition chronic and I don’t mean that pneumonia
So shorty you and your friend
I’m bout to leave with the both of ya
She tell me that she need me
They always come right back
B**ches get repo’d quicker than Tyga’s Lamborghini
We eating lobster and shrimp
Rappers is Ramadan
Too raw, I shouldn’t spit without a condom on
The type of rookie that’s respected by the veterans
‘Cause dog I ain’t a rookie, I’m a motherfucking veteran
Light up the medicine, just know you’ve been warned
‘Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it’s on

(Pre-Hook Sample)
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap sh*t
And every borough, state, town, prison, map sh*t

(Hook: Mzee Jones)
Drink sippin’, no slippin’, weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin’
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin’, rollie copy
Wig rockin’, big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life – yeah


(Intro: Kodak Black)
Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I’m sayin’
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Ya feel me, the complexity and sh*t
I like the topic
Kodak Black man

(Hook: 6LACK)
Look my word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 1: 6LACK)
This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
So many sides to this sh*t, not here for the popular sh*t
Your own people will ask, “When you gon’ ‘Pac for this sh*t”
Before I die, I’ma teach, I light a blunt then I preach
Ain’t no facade you can see, that I can only be me
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon’ be a queen
I’m tryna get sh*t together, so she can have anything

(Hook: 6LACK)
My word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I ain’t a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 2: Dreezy)
I take this life how it come
Got heart but still won’t show love
If I tell people where I’m from, they might think I gotta gun
Got J’s that’s still in the box
No tax or bands on my ones
I took my feelings out this sh*t and put my trust in my funds
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
Don’t need glasses, see what I see
Told me at ten, what I wasn’t gon’ be
Ni**a ain’t make the league, so we turn to the streets
Cops wanna blast ‘fore they see ya I.D
Might do the race ‘fore a ni**a catch me
Damn if it be another R.I.P
It’s a black/white world but I only see green
Killers gettin’ off innocent, when the clip showin’ that he did the sh*t
Try to talk and they ain’t listenin’ but they’ll point it out if you get ignorant
f**k with you if you a benefit
That’s why I pay off cash at the dealership
But I got money stashed for the bail and sh*t
But I’ma write it off, good penmanship
Can’t say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
This can’t be, “Land of the free”
If kneeling might cost your position
I’m supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, “Sons of bitches”
And when my Unc’ came home from prison
For the same sh*t y’all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp ni**as tryna put the dot on us
We pourin’ Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, “Scratch ya lottos up”
But the bible says it goes full circle
I’ma tryna find me a good purpose

(Hook: Dreezy)
My word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, you can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 3: Kodak Black)
Ain’t old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain’t old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Told magazines that got me in articles
When I’m in Washington D.C., I’m doing fraud n’ stuff
Ain’t worried bout Donald Trump
Ain’t worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain’t got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin’ bonkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us
I feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs and 6th grade, fightin’ the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade ni**a, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade ni**a, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, ni**a I die for us, ni**a I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us ni**a and I’ll die for us ni**a

All around the world statues crumble for me
Who knows how long I’ve loved you
Everywhere I go people stop and they see
Twenty-five years old my mother God rest her soul

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby

Dance a little stranger, show me where you’ve been
Love can make you hostage wanna do it again
There’s no time to think about the starting or the end
We’ll find out I’m told, my mother she told me so

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just want to fly
I just want to fly

All around the world, statues crumble for me
Who knows how long I’ve loved you
Everyone I know has been so good to me
Twenty-five years old, my mother God rest her soul

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just want to fly
I just want to fly
I just want to fly
I just want to fly
I just want to fly