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[Verse 1]
When I jumped off the porch, I was forced into last resorts of a temper gone short
And, of course, when that took it’s course, I was hoarse from yelling out
Demons that fought inside of me taught society how to rejoice
The killers on sight of me, privacy obviously was lost
And the fraud piracy of the streets in my odyssey caught
A bullet that probably destroyed
A good kid in a mad city, slightly annoyed
I walked down the street with no heat
And run into beef when I’m just a vegan
Reekin’ the scent of a saint, sinner smell it then start squeezing
Palace, that’s tumblin’ straight, hit my melon, apparent reason
Probably was because of my cousin causing the blood
That was bloodin’ in public and Kendrick seen with him last weekend, cousin
But you ain’t no kin to me, ‘stead of Kendrick, I’m Kennedy
Assassinate my character, sure that’s your remedy
Fair enough, I got enemies but I don’t bang
But that’s the repercussions like when your cousin is causing the blood
Then you’re by yourself at the Compton parade, he said:

[Pre-Chorus]
Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang (pump, pump)
A gang member, I’m active, I do my thing (pump)
I do my stuff (pump)
I’m really from the sect, tho (pump, pump)
And if you is or ain’t, I still need to know

[Chorus]
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay

[Verse 2]
I seen ’em from afar then I seen a piece of my jaw
Like on the ground, you know the sound when you hear the people in awe
Sympathetic ’cause they like seeing you tryna fight back at a pack of piranhas
I promised three of ’em, beat the black of my back in pyjamas, was almost needed
I should’ve went to sleep and seen some sheep when I greeted the pavement
Got up and seen the shock on their faces like “damn it, he made it”
My luck in the palm of a cherry bomb and they waitin’ to blow up on me, my homies are not alarmed
Then I heard someone’s firearm make a sound like it waved around my direction
I’m guessing this is the part where my heart expected to drop in a second, look at the thoughts
I’m made in the shortest amount of time and in back of my mind I’m like “this the loss I’ma take”
My fate was distraught, a cape and some superpowers can’t save me
I’m probably pushing up daisies before I can make my way to the car
Cross cancel and right before I seen the black glove raisin’ the handle, he said:

[Pre-Chorus]
Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang (pump, pump)
A gang member, I’m active, I do my thing (pump)
I do my stuff (pump)
I’m really from the sect, tho (pump, pump)
And if you is or ain’t, I still need to know

[Chorus]
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay

[Verse 3]
Bitch, I’m bustin’ back
I’ma borrow my uncle’s strap in a minute
Jump in a Civic then wear that bitch on my lap
I was timid but now I’m tempted
And tenants alert me on where you at
I’m a menace when I’m offended
Relentless, I will react
Then somebody sent the dispatch
Of an officer, got his mind made on offin’ ya
That’s a fact when you’re black and undeveloped
Your profile is a felon
I’m bellin’ down Boulevards with my basketball and a backpack
Gym shoes and my nap sack
Hair nappy, my ball cap backwards
And then I look back, strobe lights on my tail pipe
Turned left then I turned right
Turned death ’cause the sirens is loud as the colors of pink and yellow on Wesley Snipes
Pray to God I don’t get sniped
Pray to God that the sunlight stay shining for 30 more minutes
Hope that a witness around when I’m ’bout to cut off the engine
Vengeance of hatred is what I’m facin’
Even though being a criminal ain’t my memo
But this is what he said when I dropped the window:

[Pre-Chorus]
Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang
By the time you hear the next shot, you’ll learn that L.A.P.D. is the biggest gang (pump)
I do my stuff (pump)
I’m really from the sect, tho (pump, pump)
And if you is or ain’t, I still need to know

[Chorus]
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay

[Chorus: Kanye West, Teyana Taylor & The Younghearts]
We got love, love, love
You better believe it (Love, love)
Said we got love, love, love
You better believe it (Love, love)

[Verse 1: Teyana Taylor & Kanye West]
I got house and a carriage, yeah
I got Black love and marriage, yeah
They gon’ say you can’t have it, but
I might go kill the messenger
We gon’ kill the stigma up
Huxtables turned to Obamas
It ain’t about where you been, where you from
What you got
It’s all about love
Self-love is the best love (Love)
When you gon’ take that wristband off? (Off)
That pity party been over (Been over)
Don’t need make-up to dress you up (Dress you up)
I gave birth on the bathroom floor (Bathroom floor)
Just me, Iman, and headphone cords
Don’t let this life defeat you
I hope this message reach you

[Refrain: Teyana Taylor & Kanye West]
Throw your hands up
Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I’m just chillin’ with the homies
Home is where the heart is
Throw your hands up
Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I’m just chillin’ with the homies
Home is where the heart is
Throw your hands up

[Chorus: Kanye West, Teyana Taylor & The Younghearts]
We got love, love, love
You better believe it (Love, love)
We got love, love, love
You better believe it (Love, love)

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I live in abundance, love is the new money
I’m mentally wealthy, spiritually conscious
I’m fresh out of Onyx, I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
I play with the hunnids, love is the new money
That’s my frequency, stock up, burn the sage
Clear the room, heal the hate, love is the new wave

[Refrain: Kanye West & Teyana Taylor]
Love is the new money, love is the new money
I’m just chillin’ with the homies, home is where the heart is (Ahh!)
…play catch with the
Love is the new money
I’m just chillin’ with the homies, home is where the heart is (Ahh!)

[Chorus: Kanye West, Teyana Taylor & The Younghearts]
We got love, love, love
You better believe it (Love, love)
We got love, love, love
You better believe it (Sing it, love, love)

[Refrain: Kanye West & Teyana Taylor]
Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I’m just chillin’ with the homies
Home is where the heart is (Ah!)
Play catch with the hundreds
Love is the new money
I’m just chillin’ with the homies
Home is where the heart is

[Outro: Lauryn Hill]
Above all you keep your clarity
You keep your focus
You keep your sense of love
And you keep your sense of purpose
Those are, they’re integral
You know, they’re key
Happiness
You know, um a lot of people define success differently
You know for me
You can have everything
You could have all the money in the world
But if its not enjoyable, if its not sustainable, you know
If you can’t be a person of integrity while having all these things
What does it matter?
What does it mean?
The value is internal
Your value is internal

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Let it fly (let it fly, let it fly, let it fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can’t decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give ’em five
I, I, I, yeah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
It’s Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you think I had a twin (twin)
I’m tryna run the game, it ain’t no subbing in (naw)
You can’t faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it’s lit!)
Always down to ball, I’m tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of the discussion (discussion)
Been mixing alcohol in that ‘tussin
The demon in they eyes and they clutchin’ (scared)
I feed ’em adderall and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not throwing in
I’m riding around in my ends
I got a driver for the pent to drop me round where I been
I keep some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She wanna hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That’s the phone call, when my blood ring
It’s Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (thugs)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter than the weather in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I can’t decide (it’s lit)
Word, word to my guys (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and slide (splash)
Had to give it back to give them five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
It’s alive, it’s alive, I’m revived, it’s C5
Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and mine
And keep in mind that we don’t mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon’ be like “never mind”
What’s on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I’m so behind
But front line, you crossed the line and you better know your lines
And if you gettin’ out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it’s a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that’s a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, ’til you no more next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I’m too equipped
Talking ’bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy that’s my hooligan (it’s lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly

[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be
You tatted your face
Bugatti, new boo
You screamed suu whoop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You bought a Bugatti, so you can flex
Most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
New subject, new paper, new Class, new school
New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs
Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool
Too hot, too lit, too high to move
Two eyes to view, but too blind to bloom
Who lied to you?
Two middle fingers that’s up high to whom
It may consume, kaboom, goddamn
Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo
That sued you to high hell
With shooters that shoot through the iron man
And see through the con man and now he a dyin’ man
I turned a goddamn into a God’s Plan
Go over the diagram and get to the job, man
Watch for the spycam
Sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand
Give me some time, man, I am the bomb, man
I’m gon’ swim ’til I come out on dry land not on the fryin’ pan
No we did not land on Plymouth Rock
But it landed on our land, now I’m just buyin’ land
Back to the block where they got more rock fans
Than a fuckin’ rock band under a rock, man
We need Barack, man, I do what I can
To keep it solid as a you know what I’m sayin’
With some rock playin’

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed suu whoop and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, you just part of this shit
I’m the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn’t skip
Take the heart of yo’ bitch, ’cause like Bart, you a simp
And your water don’t drip so your garden ain’t shit
You just countin’ the money, I’m drownin’ in money
Like, “Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?”
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit
For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet tangy
I go tart on this shit, I’ma barf on this shit
I’m a martian and shit, you a offerin’, lil’ bitch
If I taught you some shit, that’s like Harvard, lil’ bitch
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit but you softer than shit
Walk it like you talk it, now you walkin’ in shit
I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit
In the spotlight too long should be darker than this
This is Tha Carter, lil’ bitch

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed suu whoop and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, they borrowed this shit
I thought of this shit, they thought it was it
I’m doggin’ this shit, they bark and they sit
Put a fork in that shit, which straw to look in
I brought in this shit, the starters get benched
The artists get sent, then targets get hit
Billion dollar smile
I sell myself short if I grin, I’m bargainin’ then
Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit
In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit
With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit
‘Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just tha Carter lil’ bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Barack Obama]
You changed, suu whoop (you tatted your face)
Bugatti, new boo (you screamed “Suu whoop”)
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tunechi
(If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be)
They might think they’ve got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow. But our kids can’t all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne!

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
C5

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Don’t cry, don’t go
Won’t lie, I fuckin’ love you
Woah!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Staring into the clouds
Am I rising or they comin’ down?
I see death around the corner
And the U-turn sign’s lookin’ like a smile
What do I do now? Who gon’ find me, how?
Nowhere to turn but around and round
Just another nigga that done lost his head
No, a fucking king that forgot his crown
I am not number one, it’s true
I’m number 9-27-82
Color blind, even if I may be blue
A lot on my plate, ain’t my favorite food
But I’m hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the fountain of youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads: “Don’t cry, stay tuned”
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven’s as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife
Rest in paradise

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne]
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why?)
Won’t lie, I fuckin’ love you
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)
Won’t lie (don’t cry, don’t cry), I fuckin’ love you (don’t cry, don’t cry)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Talent is God-given, be grateful
Fame is not a given, be humble
And conceit is self-driven, drive carefully
Stay in your own lane, seat buckled
And sometimes when there is no music
We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum
That woman carried the future
And Tunechi was born like “dun-dun-dun-dun-dun”
Don’t call it a comeback
It was dark, now the sun back
Hit me hard, but I punched back
The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap
Is it suicide or it’s do or die
It’s newer days and it’s bluer skies
I told myself, “It’s just you and I”
Then the breeze came and it blew my mind
Lord knows who I’m there for
I give my last breath to effort
Mama tell me to be careful
Voice in my head give me an earful
But I got mind control over my control
I lost control but knew I’d find control
I let God control what I cannot control
Can’t control the tears, let them drop and roll

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne]
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why, oh why?)
Won’t lie (don’t cry), I fuckin’ love you
(Triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife, rest in paradise)
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why, oh why?)
Won’t lie, I fuckin’ love you (don’t cry)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Don’t cry, stay tuned
And triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife
Rest in paradise