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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacer racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, boy get down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off
Somehow we end up in the same shit

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
And she don’t fuck with niggas ’cause niggas is the reason
She got herself inside of this situation in the first place
Brooklyn murder lathers a birth place
Facing the city, quoting Biggie on a worst days
I used to take the train with her so none of these lames give her the danger
Living from where she was at was a plain picture
I used to paint pictures on how we could gain riches together
Instead of listen, she just kinda blew me off
Paid it no mind, but it kind of just threw me off
I guess I figured out, everybody wants riches and the cars
But she just wanted a better family
Because her parents divorced early, her papa, he was taken by the force
Mother on crack and she never had time to [?]
Then she gave her to her uncle, her brother played the saviour
Until the day he started datin’ this chick
That had put him up on mad pills and fucking up mad bills
She told me that one night he had got so fucked up
He fell asleep on his sofa, then woke up a new persona
And walked inside of her room and told her remove her clothes
And forcefully started choking her and telling her not to move
Before she could even finish, she rolled out in tears and did it
Told me that for years, this night was a repetition of feeling a fear
That she couldn’t seem exit or quit it, the feeling was there
Started talking lower and she told me come here
She said she had to make choices
So she got involved with niggas that make noise with them thangs, you feel
Ran off in her uncle’s spot with the stainless steel
Put the burner to his face with this aim to kill
And said, she don’t fuck with niggas, ’cause niggas is the reason
She got herself inside of this situation in the first place
Figured this intimidation was the worst case
She sat back and blew six in that boy face

[Interlude]
*gun shots*
Shot, him, dead

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I want you, my dear
No, I won’t leave you lonely
You hold your head up high
I won’t let go ’cause I can’t leave you lonely
Can’t leave you lonely
Can’t leave you lonely
Can’t leave you lonely

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
He don’t fuck with niggas ’cause niggas is the reason
He got himself inside of this situation in the first place
He had no father figure
He told me that his papa got shot in the face
And he can’t wait to find out who his killer
He dedicated his life and now wants to know who had a motive to kill his only father
He felt, it had to be somebody close
It couldn’t be somebody far away that didn’t know ‘im
But take this pardon
When he was younger, he used to roll with his cousin
The woman that used to show him the ropes
She used to tell him, don’t ever let no nigga or woman touch her
And if somebody do, then all they would hear is the baka baka baka baka
One day, he was on the block rolling
Then, this crack fiend woman came up to him and told him
That she was his mother, man, that shit had him frozen
He ain’t want to believe her ’til she said, "Boy, you got a birthmark above your scrotum
A scar up on your eye, came from when you was four, from when you fell off in the road"
At that point, he looked at her face and he froze
She told him hold on, it’s something she gotta show him
She says to him, "I was gon’ wait until you got older
But something was on my mind, was pressing, I had to show you
The whole block know me and the whole block know you
The whole block been knew this story, but they ain’t told you"
His mom says to him, "I hope you know your pap was a good man
But he just had some nonsense to him
Huh, well, one night, he’s fucked up on the pills
I’m tryna tell him stop, but everything I’m saying fails
You see, your lil’ cousin in Brooklyn will be relieved
I know she love you, but the story’s more deeper
Uh, you see, your father used to be a creeper
He used to fuck her, used to touch her, used to beat her
Used to leave her, so confused, she would lace an old poker and reefer
Wait, I know you wanna interrupt but this get deeper
You’ve been living this mission
You tryna figure out who’s the nigga or the perpetrator of killing your pops, nigga
When your cousin is the reason, he got shot nigga
She put six shots in him out the Glock, nigga"
This angle was dwelling all on his mind
He didn’t know what to do, he started gripping his nine and uh
Before he knew, he aimed it up at his momma and uh
He shot her right in his spine, he said
"This is why, my life has been full of lies
Don’t nobody care for me, fuck it, what’s the use in trying?
This Glock on my side, if I put it to my mind
I know that I’ma die, but in Heaven, I’d be alive"

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacer racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, boy get down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off
Somehow we end up in the same shit

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Stunt, get jumped on, slash the dumped-ons
Same block you pump on is the spot you get slumped on
Tory told me the story, it sounded a little crazy
A little Nas, a little 2Pac, Brenda’s Havin’ a Baby
How much pressure can you take ‘fore you snap or break? Love turn to hate?
Fuck shit or fake, you next move may raise the murder rate
From average to savage, to semi-automatics
It’s tragic how the static’ll have us going at it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I want you, my dear
No, I won’t leave you lonely
You hold your head up high
I won’t let go ’cause I can’t leave you lonely
Can’t leave you lonely
Can’t leave you lonely
Can’t leave you lonely

[Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby, I been smokin’
Been chokin’ and it’s so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them even harder
Cause you’s a dawg, you’s a, you’s a fuckin’ champ, these are puppies baby
They can’t, they can’t fuck with you baby, Lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear)
Testin’ that pussy like Pap (smear), eatin’ that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah), Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write Yammy a letter, tell ’em I’m doin’ way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the year (yeah), I’m busy just chasin’ the lettuce
I’m a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas (right)
Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJs, (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin’ me all these free clothes, (right) momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flaggin’ and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia, got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorolas baby
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tyin’ up to punks, huh
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talkin’ groupie bitches
When I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talkin’ niggas, I ain’t talkin’ nada
They ain’t talkin’ figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruisin’ in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m gettin’ buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playin’ chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losin’ track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

[Intro]:
Listen, listen, listen
I told you once, I told you twice
You’re not on the list, alright?

[Hook]:
What’s a girl to do?
Boy, it’s so sad to see you go
I wasn’t out for you
Didn’t have a plan to break your heart
All them regular dudes
Don’t understand the reasons why
I don’t do regular dudes
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody

[Verse 1]:
Keep it checking it, clocking it
Bitches be [?] hip hop phenomenon
I’m living life [?]
[?] I’ll leave em in they’re astonishment
My diamonds keep [?]
Winter storm [?] kids [?]
I’m really hot lava lit
Put the pussy right on his dick he [?] it

[Chorus]:
All I want is to live in this world
Express the love and believe in me and myself more
And be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
You’re free to fly
All I want is to live in this world
Express my femininity
Be myself more and be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
Don’t let no one get in your way girl

[Spoken Interlude]:
Your name’s not down, you’re not coming in

[Verse 2]:
1, 2, 3
Now this that very ghetto acapello
Dinero, sport the season to date, my niggas
I been getting cheddar since whenever
Ever since quarters in piggy bank
Now it’s pricey diamond, feisty niña
Icy diva, ¡ay que linda!
Hoops with a zoot suit, like Khadijah
Single life, single letter on my flight to greet ya
If you wanna pump that missile
You bitch better drip, better wet that whistle
It’s still the young 20 somethin’, bitch hungry on a hunt
For the chip, better flip that nickel
Fucking with the get ’em girl in the campaign gully
Spill that girl if you a champagne bunny
It’s your world, live it up, it ain’t nothing
Spend that girl and keep the damn thing running

[Spoken Interlude]:
Listen now
I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice
You’re not on the list

[Hook (Quieter)]:
What’s a girl to do?
Boy, it’s so sad to see you go
I wasn’t out for you
Didn’t have a plan to break your heart
All them regular dudes
Don’t understand the reasons why
I don’t do regular dudes
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody

[Verse 3]:
Throwing a fit, he holding his dick
Niggas lips grab on the tits
Then level the clit
He wish he had it for keeps
All these bitches holding their seats, I’m holding the heat
Fashion police, bitches want some fashion to crease
I’m fashion to beat, this bitch fashionably
It’s magic you see, sis swam out of the sea
Pardon the weave, fish scales sparkle when I’m chopping [?]
Chopper on me
Chop niggas down like I’m lumbering trees
Dump the clip if a clown if think he fucking with me
Break a bitch nigga down like he fucking for free

[Chorus]:
All I want is to live in this world
Express the love and believe in me and myself more
And be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
You’re free to fly
All I want is to live in this world
Express my femininity
Be myself more and be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
Don’t let no one get in your way girl

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
We are leaders
This Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason

[Hook: Y2]
Yea
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit

[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up (fuck ’em up)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
My city stand up
Stoppin’ people that got into my city and what
Copyin’ me and the property, poppy ya jammed up
With akis the cam bust, don’t mock me the brand’s us
Strange music the game shoot this right at the fakers
They came stupid with the claim you can took for you change and name usage
Steppin’ to me
Link with the lane and you lose indefinitely
Ready for ruckus really we reppin’ the B.. Ah Ah
This the eviction notice, missingly quick and go get
Hit us and consider me and my nigga be sick and roguish
Stop you ain’t ready to brawl, you can hang
Lock you too dead in the jaw, you claim Strange
It ain’t came
The Kan City to jam with me
You damn sissy eat up a oxy
To stand stiffly in my pants with me
Never honor who bringing drama to the Don
If you continue now gonna do what I come to do
Guess what I’ma do

[Hook: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
(Let’s get to it)

[Bridge: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one (the wrong one tho!)
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun (I don’t know!)
I think I’ma fuck somebody up, fuck ’em up (gunna)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up (hold you up, huh)
What the fuck

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
It’s only one option
You gon’ need a doctor
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the one from Compton
Arms, feet, legs all gone like I’m Don Corleone
Hiring James Bond that’s what I’m on
Remain calm but aware that I’m armed and dangerous
See Double X is known to gang with us
So hang tight I’m trying to get this right
You think ’cause I wrote a pop hit that I won’t pop shit?
The fuck’s wrong with you Pop-Tarts?
I pop cherries and popstars, you popsicles is not hard
Popped in on the top charts out the cop car
To remind y’all you just rap and not God
And I don’t care who got bars
Because they don’t acknowledge mine
So show me who got scars
Show me the greatest on the stage and the arena
Bet they point they finger up at the Gunner and Tecca N9na

[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck

[Verse 3: Y2]
She will not leave a bunch of passes
I just wanna see that ass
Caribou Lou in my glass yeah
I start a riot by accident
Somebody been showing ass again
I just started throwing some cash again
Pushing the crowd we harassing them
If you start making me mad

[Hook: Y2]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
We are leaders
We saw a reason

[Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

[Verse 1]
Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe)
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me (hoe)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)

[Verse 2]
Told my fam I got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me? (ha-ha)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, nawf)
Amateur brain, yea we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter keep begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I’m giving your hoe away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we ‘gone pray with the pastor’s scriptures (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)