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[Intro]
It’s that time of year again
Don’t Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y’all only rock with me ’cause I’m disrespectful
Y’all know I don’t care ’bout these niggas
Happy New Year

[Verse 1]
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I’m like, “Damn, why they doin’ that to 50 Cent son?” (Aw)
Can’t forget about him gettin’ robbed and kidnapped
Y’all thought he was jokin’, nah, that was all big facts (That really happened)
He even talked on himself about gettin’ jacked
Ebro said he had the worst verse on “Get the Strap” (Ha)
“Suck my dick, suck my dick,” that’s what Tekashi said (Yup)
Free 6ix9ine, tell that lil’ nigga hold his head (TreyWay)
He went to Chicago and ain’t get shot
Just for goin’, fuck what time it was, he still get props
Him and his security was supposed to die there (Woo)
Somebody sent shots at Chief Keef in Time Square (Bang, bang)
Suge got 28 years, you don’t hear about him
Nobody sayin’ “Free Suge,” ’cause nobody care ’bout him (Nope)
Nicki ain’t wanna fight when Cardi tried to pop
But Cardi the one that left Fashion Week with a knot (Damn)
Jill Scott video when viral on some other shit
She need to teach Blac Chyna how to suck a dick (She need help)
Nicki vs Cardi, who side y’all choosin’?
Nicki rap better, but Cardi puttin’ out better music
Whatever Cardi drop hot, the people like the shit
Flex not a fan of Cardi ’cause she don’t write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
‘Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn’t gon’ say shit (What!?)
Nah, fuck that, he got caught with a tranny
(Take it easy on that nigga, Murda, he still family)
(Alright, alright, alright)
Dwight Howard got caught with a tranny nigga
So much pussy out here, I don’t be understandin’ niggas
Huh, Kanye still a mess
Don’t want no 350s ’round me, Drake said it the best
He think Drake fucked Kim K, that nigga stressed (He did)
He out here with Donald Trump dick on his breath
You be embarrassin’ yourself when you in a public settin’, Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain’t go to your weddin’, Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what’s next, Ye, ass shots?
With that red hat lookin’ like a Donald Trump mascot
Nigga lost his mind, he need to lose his voice
How you on TMZ sayin’ slavery was a choice? (How?)
Don’t put no new music out, we don’t wanna hear that shit
You a coon and you fucked up Teyana Taylor’s shit (Fuck boy)
Bill Cosby locked up with the goons
We know he guilty, but free Bill, he gon’ die soon (Free Bill)
I swear them crackers actin’ like they shit don’t stink
That’s what you get though, Bill, for puttin’ pills in them bitches drinks (Damn)
Meek Mill came home, got picked up in a helicopter
Went to the game, was in the locker room with the whole roster (Whoa!)
Know that judge hated that, she don’t wanna see him prosper
He had some good lawyers on it like Ghost had Proctor (Yeah)
Talk about Power, RIP Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon’ have a few issues
When Tariq finally get killed, nobody gon’ miss you (We not)
My “Get The Strap” video came on after Kanan died
I was hype to be on Starz, I ain’t even gon’ lie
50 put me in a movie with Bruce Willis
Don’t laugh at me, y’all, they killed me in like 2 minutes (Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 2]
Birdman got tired of gettin’ called the fuck out
Finally payed Wayne and he let the Carter V come out (Thank you!)
Juelz at the airport, forgot that he had a gun (How?)
Drake ain’t want nobody to know that he had a son
Drake vs Pusha T, that was a good one
If Drake would’ve responded, I think he could’ve won
Lettin’ us know Drake had a kid was a genius move (It was)
Minus that, the second diss track was just cool (A’ight)
Drake ain’t respond so Push got the W
Drake told LeBron somebody gonna end up snuffin’ you (Ha-ha)
Rondo snuffed Chris Paul and spit on him
Carmelo got the whole NBA tryna shit on him (Damn)
Nobody don’t wanna sign him, it don’t make no sense
Actin’ like he ain’t even good enough to come off the bench (He ain’t that bad)
Draymond Green called Kevin Durant a bitch
The NFL hated how Nike got behind Kaepernick
JR got the rebound and ran the wrong way (What you doin’?)
LeBron said, “Fuck this, I’m takin’ my talents to LA”
Cleveland ain’t shit without him, tell me I’m lyin’
Black people don’t give a fuck about George Bush dyin’ (We don’t)
RIP Stan Lee, wish it was Donald Trump
Lil Uzi made Rich the Kid look like a punk
No “Plug Walk,” he did the plug right, he was out
And he got robbed and beat up at his bitch house (Damn)
I think Tori Brixx locked you up for your new freezer
Quevo said he fucked Nicki, she ain’t deny it neither (She didn’t)
Nicki vs Travis Scott, she don’t like that nigga
He only out sold her ’cause he fuckin’ Kylie Jenner (Word)
Kim was on ecstasy when Ray J recorded, that’s what she just said
For Ray, is the show gettin’ boring?
Saw Chloe baby father cheatin’ on TMZ
Nipsey Hussle slapped some nigga outside BET
Free Ralo and AR-Ab they in the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, bring Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain’t no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped and Jay dropped with Bey on the same day
Like Ether got Jay still feelin’ some kind of way
Jay was in that water, like, “I’ma protect me”
With the helmet on, lookin’ funny ridin’ that jet-ski (That was funny)
And he checked Offset for callin’ Bey a bitch
Cardi left Offset because of the cheatin’ shit
Give him another chance, he on the Gram explainin’ it
He ain’t fuck shorty, he was just entertainin’ it (I believe it)
Wendy Williams, talk about how yo’ husband cheatin’
Havin’ a oops baby with another girl, now you leavin’ (How you doin’?)
He tired of yo’ ass havin’ no ass, he played you
He was just usin’ you for yo’ cash (Good for you)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 3]
That Lil Duval record had me upset like it had bum bitches actin’ like they livin’ they best life (Stop frontin’)
Don’t smile, bitch, you better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo’ mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon’ try to talk about some shit he can’t talk ’bout
Pull ’em to the side and kick it if you tryna help
Don’t do it in no interview where he can indict himself
Safaree got robbed, went on air and he started cryin’
I don’t know if he was tellin’ the truth or if he was lyin’ (I hope it happened)
The corny nigga was fuckin’ Nicki
I don’t like him, I’m mad they ain’t hit Safaree with a bottle at Dyckman
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’
Laughin’ at my own jokes, I really think I’m funny
Feds still ain’t find that nigga El Chapo money
(RIP Kim Porter, we all know you in heaven)
Puff gon’ make sure them kids good, don’t be up there stressin’
(RIP Aretha Franklin, we lost a legend)
You was more than talented, you truly was a blessin’
Kings killin’ kings to become hood famous
We want the real niggas back, RIP Young [?] (We want the real niggas)
RIP lil’ Junior from the Bronx, got stabbed up
[?] is like, “All this gangster shit not addin’ up” (It’s not)
Meanwhile, Amber Rose still proud to be a slut (Yup)
K Mitchell got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I’m not gon’ talk about that [?] (I’m not)
Chris Brown ain’t dead, how Jacquees the fuckin’ king? (How?)
Bobby Brown kicked Janet out his hotel room
He was on crack when he did that, is what I assume (Crackhead)
Supposedly she was in the hallway naked
If it’s true, blame it on whatever drugs he was takin’ (Ha-ha)
“Say no to drugs,” is what I tell kids I meet
You don’t wanna be like Juelz Santana with no teeth (Damn)
Dipset reunited, they sound good together
I don’t think Stevie J and Faith look good together (They don’t)
I’m like, “Psh, what would Biggie say?”
Nothin’, probably just smack the shit out of Stevie J (Yup)
Will Smith son basically said he was gay
He announced that he had a boyfriend the other day (Tyler, The Creator)
NBA YoungBoy admitted he had herpes
His lil’ bitch got it too, they both dirty (Nasty)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’ (I’m not)
Meek and Drake beef dead, them niggas cool again (Good)
Some lil’ white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin’ committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin’ up my people? (Why?)
People gotta vote, that is not to be slept on
I respect [?] gettin’ his Malcolm X on
White cop lady shot a black man in his crib
She though it was her house
No bitch, that’s where he live (Stupid)
Black Panther had us all proud to be black
No superhero movie ever did numbers like that (Nope)
Katt Williams don’t think Tiffany Haddish funny (Me neither)
Lee Daniels finally paid Damon Dash his money
Funk Flex said Dame Dash pussy, he foul (Ha-ha)
And he take Travis Scott’s, no, A$AP Rocky style
My niggas like, “Keep goin’,” they want more (Okay)
Travis Scott a coon like his brother in law (He is)
Performin’ for the Super Bowl knowin’ the situation
Now when his music come on, I change the station (Turn it off)
That’s why Tyga on the radio lit again
Your bitch probably wanna suck that nigga dick again (Kylie)
And I saw that interview you did about Mike Brown
Sayin’ he deserved that, it’s clear now, you a clown (That’s how you feel?)
You and Kanye downlow faggots
Jay gave [?] $7 million from taxes (I need help too)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a while hour rappin’ (I’m not)
It’s too long, it should’ve been shorter
My nigga Trey Songz fuckin’ Steve Harvey daughter (Ha-ha)
I’m off this, enough was said here
I’ll back throwin’ niggas under the bus next year (Whoa!)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 1: Noname]
All my everything is for you
All my terrible sense of humor
And critical interviews
All my pearly gated redemption
And casual acting news
All this money
And law makin’, like racin’ against the moon, but
I sell pain for profit
And I feel profit watching
Everything is for everything
Rhymin’ with casualty
I know labels is backing me but
My tickets be selling out
And I’m steady raising my fetus
Another hit from the fee
110 degrees, in the desert heat
With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath
Rolling up on the beach
Smoking a holy leaf
Laughing, baking
My homie T
Hoping joking is all we need
When I sell pain for profit
Now I binge-watch Atlanta
No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammar
Let’s toast to niggas getting checks to work behind the camera
Somebody raise their nana

[Chorus: Phoelix]
Truth be told
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Watch you sit it on the shelf
[?] will never leave
Had to do it for myself
Find my praise
Go get your weapon

[Verse 2: Noname]
Real recognize real feeling like real prove
Real buddy buddy after the trip to the Cancun
Million dollar baby bet you can get to the hands too
Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon
The only bitch actually rapping look like me now
[?]
[?] just reimagined a freestyle
Damn flood of niggas still watin’ for me to reach out
We shadowboxing the government
Hoping they put the leash down
I sell pain for profit, not propaganda
I know cancer’s origin linked to Santa
I know Santa’s origins linked to money
Mass production of cattle
Slaughtering for the yummy
These niggas is clever
The prison no better
The ghost of the living
We ain’t talking about Reggie
On Christmas we almost forget him
What’s a casket to a holdin’ cell
If a nigga ain’t in it
Only reason why I’m steady fadin’ and still independent

[Chorus: Phoelix]
Truth be told
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Watch you sit it on the shelf
[?] will never leave
Had to do it for myself
To find my praise
Go get your weapon

Been feeling death up
Everyday clawing my neck up
Ain’t nobody call you when you’re red though
Why you gotta live like that, boy?
Why the fuck you on my back for?
Really though, you aren’t my dad, no

Living life in the red more
Twenty-four like full dread, oh
Girl, you’re what I live for
Living my life in the red more
Where the party, where the party left to?
Ain’t nobody gonna feel it back for you
All my heart fully ran out
Feeling my life getting ran out
You can just go and forget me
Yeah, yeah that’s a wrap-up

I don’t mind putting my back to the rapture
All of my head feel the wrath of the world
Been quiet but I still feel it yet, feel it yet
Why you damning me?
Gonna wait for the day they come for me
I don’t wanna live like that
Really drain my heart
Been doing your damage
What have I done?
Fully lose my faith in the world
Oh, want my bed

Out of my mind, out of my head
How do I ride through?
I don’t mind dying, over with life
Dealing with my debt
Out of my head, living in the red
Living in the red
Out of my time
Go ahead and take me
Don’t really care for the world

[Intro]
This that new mixtape nigga
MaLL Beatz
Paper, Paper
Paper, Paper
Chasing it
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Chasing it

[Chorus]
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch

[Verse 1]
Paper bitch, paper bitch
Need a girl that can take a dick
Need a girl that can hit a lick and give it all to me so I can go on a shopping spree
I be getting so much paper that I can make music for free
If you love getting money than this is where you wanna be
I got money I don’t even see
That’s money in my bank account, my credit card I’m splashing out
Money or dollars or mula or guala
Whatever you call it my nigga I’m balling
Money or dollars or mula or guala
Whatever you call it my nigga I’m balling

[Chorus]
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch

[Verse 2]
Usain, Usain
Chasing it like Usain
Hussein, Hussein, on the low like Hussein
Money like I’m selling cocaine
Get it in, get it in
Benjamin, Benjamin
My homeboy is Benjamin
My last name is Franklin
Money like the free masons
So high I’m on a spaceship
Broke nigga don’t say shit
You don’t speak my language
Money talk, pimp bitches just like David Hasselholff
Bitch we taking off

[Chorus]
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper

[Verse 1]
I forgot what my father said
I forgot what he said
I forgot what my mother said
As we lay upon your bed

[Pre-Chorus 1]
A city full of flowers
A city full of rain

[Chorus]
I got seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Verse 2]
I forgot what my brother said
I forgot what he said
I don’t regret anything at all
I remember how we wept

[Pre-Chorus 2]
On a bridge of violent people
I was small enough to cry

[Chorus]
I got seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Hold my face before you
Still my trembling heart

[Chorus]
Seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Verse 3]
The gods forgot they made me
So I forget them too
I listen to the shadows
I play among their graves

[Pre-Chorus 4]
My heart was never broken
My patience never tried

[Chorus]
I got seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die
Seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Outro]
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven