Сайт фанатов группы «КуБа»

Don’t call me out, ’cause I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed for this again
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me

I bet you only listen to your friends
I’m talking like I can pretend
But I feel better when
You tell me that I always have to go
You tell me what I want to know
And I’ll feel better for it

But I know sometimes it’s hard for me to say
I love you every other day
You pour my heart away

And sometimes I’m scared of what they’ve done
So I look how far we’ve come
You think you don’t have to put up a fight, but you might as well
So I tell you everything you won’t admit
You tell me you don’t care one bit
And I’ll feel better for it

Look online
Do ten minutes of research and in turn find
The problem is poor kids who want holidays in term time
The problem is poor kids who can’t afford the train fare
So we up the train fare and charge them for not paying the train fare
The problem is welfare
And the problem is free healthcare
‘Cause it’s unfair and if it’s gone it’s welfare
The problem is drugs
The problem is free love and free hugs
So stay in fear
Do some drugs and stay here

Well I said go on then!
But God bless the weatherman
Who has gone out of business since the psychoactive substance ban
The gateway has sent him back
From bulk-buying NOS to selling crack
The problem rose and a rich man suggested it
Over his lunchtime snack
So we ban the produce and its a bit of a nuisance really

"Don’t waste your time", I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed today, okay?
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me
Please trust in me
Please trust in me

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
We on a new level with the C-notes
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
What up, what up?

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
My generation’s stuck on stupid
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
A$AP
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 1]
Yeah, they tryna fuck me
Prayin’, hope they get lucky
Hopin’ I crack
Nah, I’ll never do that
They showing me pictures of faces
Bringing up old ass cases
Tryna make me write a statement
Reading other niggas’ affidavits
Why you sing with Gotti, ain’t you the mob?
You know you wrong
What you doin’ it for the money or something?
What you tryna get on?
I been had the streets in a headlock
Fuck you mean is I’m tryna get on?
Look I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
Cause nigga I’m grown
See real niggas link up and get some money
The fuck is you on?
And niggas can’t tell me who to fuck with
Cause I got this shit on my own
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining while you was at home
And I’m the type of nigga smack the shit out you
Or put one in your dome

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 2]
Mad ‘cause I got my ass in
Same nigga talkin’, same nigga would’ve broke the pen
I’ma shoot my thirty-two, that’s why my clip extend
Bullets with the blue tip will take off a nigga’s skin
Will take off a nigga’s head, I’m like fuck you and your man
All that yelling in your rhymes make it hard to comprehend
I just got to ask this question, why you in your feelings though?
Why you on social media actin’ like you do, but don’t want smoke?
Same niggas act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Sending shots through a post
All on Twitter doing the most
Asking questions, I ain’t with it
What you ridin’? how you livin’?
How much you got? What you spending?
Who you rock with? who you not with?
Who you shop with?
Ain’t with the questions, you need to stop it

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me