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[Intro]
[?]
Keep it funky for ya

[Verse 1]
Lolli-lolli, pop-pop, [?]
Tell me what you want, I provide
[?] bounce bounce, fellas goin’ down, down
When we let our bodies collide

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, we can do what you wanna do
Nothing but CÎROC up in this Jacuzz
[?], paint you in the Louvre
Come and tell [?] how to fuck a you

[Chorus]
Louvre
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
And the ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
And the beat goes
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
The ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
Holler, holler, holler (Ooh)
Holler, holler, holler
Yo, keep it funky for ya

[Verse 2]
Put it all on tape, tape
I’mma cut the cake, cake
You gonna blow my candle tonight
[?], but it on that [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, we can do what you wanna do
Nothing but CÎROC up in this Jacuzz
[?], paint you in the Louvre
Come and tell [?] how to fuck a you

[Chorus]
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
And the ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
And the beat goes
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
The ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya sing, oh-oh
Holler, holler, holler (Ooh)
Holler, holler, holler
Yo, keep it funky for ya

[Bridge]
When it gets sticky, we pull em away
But we done drinkin’, we makin’ a mess
When they start askin’, [?] stress
I’m like na na na na na na na na
When it gets sticky, we pull em away
But we done drinkin’, we makin’ a mess
When they start askin’, [?] stress
I’m like na na na na na na na na (Ooh baby)

[Chorus]
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
And the ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
And the beat goes
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
The ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya sing, oh-oh
Holler, holler, holler (No)
(Holler, holler, holler) Holler, holler, holler
I like that, I like that
Holler, holler, holler (Turn up)

[Outro]
Holler at me, baby, holler at me, baby
Holler at me, baby, holler at me, baby
Holler at me, baby, holler at me, baby
Holler, holler, holler (Holler, holler, holler)
Holler, holler, holler (Holler, holler, holler)

[Intro]
‘Bout 2AM, get it in
Yeah, ugh, Torymix
I’m in my zone bitch
Torymix, ahh
I don’t even use auto-tune, that’s the funny thing, yeah

[Verse]
Look, nigga I’m ballin’, bitches, Spalding
This is the flyest nigga spittin’
With the widest bitches
You ain’t ever a nigga have all of this shit
I got no stress, your chick, no chest
I make cheese in the process
She watch, Rolex, ugh
Um, I’ma get-get money
All you hater niggas better get-get from me
I could take all of your bitches with this money
I’ma killer, I’ma sadistic with this honey
Yeah, cool [?] from the south
Y’all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch
I could take your skeeze, put her on her knees
Stand on a stool then pull drop in her mouth
Say your girl wack, I’m an asshole
What can I say? I’ma Mac, no Apple
River money, you can call a nigga cash flow
I be slammin’ on your girl, no backbone
Uh-uh and my gang so tight
Nigga lames, need shades, so bright
Lately I’m gettin’ paid so right
Swallow the balls, give her brains all night
Uh-um, you can run inside your city
I’m on but I’m not Drake
Get the [?] outta my face
With that little brother shit
I am who she [?] with tonight, and it’s bedtime
I will never stop, I don’t see any red light
Wait, wait, let me catch the beat back
Y’all ain’t gotta look inside [?] to see tracks
Y’all ain’t need an MCD to relapse
[?] already won, I’ma do my relapse
Sleepin’ on haters, I gotta relax
I ain’t give a [?] what you thought ’bout me back
When I was nothin’
If I ain’t high then I bust somethin’, oh wait
Wait, lemme let this bitch breath

[Outro]
I’m done with this shit
I freestyle better than your writtens
All your shit’s bitten
And if you talk shit I’ma hit you with that Smith and
Tray what up?
Mixtape comin’ out in like a month or so
And this is nothin’, I eat up these beats
Easily, I mean easily
Niggas ain’t seen me, yeah

[Verse 1: Scott Hoying]
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence

[Verse 2: Mitch Grassi]
In restless streams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a streetlamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

[Verse 3: Matt Sallee]
And in the naked light I saw
10,000 people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence
Of silence
Of silence

[Verse 4: Kirstin Maldonado]
“Fools,” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

[Verse 5: Scott Hoying & All]
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said:
“The words of the prophets are
Written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence”

[Verse]
Rap God, bitch they envy me (Woo, woo)
I’m way up out these rappers league (Woo, woo)
They say I’m just what Hip-Hop need (True, true)
Punchlines hittin’ harder than Creed
Who fuckin’ with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You’ll see this center shoot, Joel Embiid (Bop)
I’ll put you underground like planting seeds
If I ain’t with the gang, I’m still with my gun, bitch what was you thinking?
Don’t care if I’m out of the game and watching my son, my nigga I’m squeezing, yeah
Since I was a youngin’ I knew I was it before I put my feet in
Everything that I’m seeing, I already seen it ’cause I used to dream it, yeah
Moving weight like a Kingpin, 25 in my wheat Timbs
Stick on me like hockey ’cause I had some goals that I had to defend, yeah
If you really a shooter, why talk on computers, my nigga let’s link then
They say they want beef then when I pull up on ’em they vegan
He better chill, he don’t wanna get left, I ain’t [?], I’m creepin’
I will come while you sleepin’, you don’t want me to sneak in
I’m smackin’ a opp with the back of a Glock and I’m knockin’ his teeth in
Talking bout he was tweakin’, talking bout he ain’t mean it
Guess he thought it was sweet then, now he see I don’t pretend
Yeah I took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
Used to live in a crack house, I felt like I was strapped down
The rock versus my OG, she went through more matches than SmackDown
Had to fight through the pain and fight through the rain but I never tapped out
Found myself in a trap house, started moving them packs out
I ain’t no capper but I had that bitch open just like a frat house
Since it looked like the fast route, I thought I had it all mapped out
This game is a gamble, seen too many niggas that crapped out
I ran into 12, had to fight a few cases, thought it was my last round
Better go check my background, I still can’t put the gat down
Had to bury some niggas, they homies that’s living know just how I got down, yeah
Just ’cause I’m a dad now, don’t think I won’t come blow your ass down
I don’t care what you stand for, 40 blam, you get sat down
If a bitch nigga act wild, put that 40 to him like Stackhouse
Apologies to my mother and father ’cause I was a bad child
But both of ’em could brag now, I’m an entrepreneur and I rap now
I be poppin’ them tags now, my pockets was empty, they fat now
I’m Saint Nick with the bag now, bitches wanna sit on my lap now
Bitches see I’m a big dog, wanna give me that cat now
Got so much green on me they think I’m the Hulk, yeah they want me to smash now
They be searching my name up, they feeling me just like a pat down
The best rapper alive, it should be a crime the way that I spaz out
And bitch I’m so hot if God send me to hell then the Devil gon’ pass out, ay
Coming with them clips when I trail a nigga, you don’t really wanna get a sneak peek
Got the Smith & Wesson out here teaching lessons, that bitch talking to ’em like it teach speech
Lettin’ Glocks off, knockin’ socks off, had to air him out like his feet stink
Put him under ground, call it deep sleep, his homies straighten up like a neat freak
I got big bucks, she wanna get fucked ’cause my money taller than the Greek Freak
Before drill music I was 300, ain’t got shit with dude Chief Keef
I am so goat, flow so dope, so potent, I could make the beat weak
Rappers study me ’cause I got all the answers, when I write it’s like I got a cheat sheet
Rap God bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I do this shit with ease
Man, everything I ever made a fuckin’ masterpiece
I’m independent not like Young Dolph, but like Master P
Might drop a bag up on my baby, that shit ain’t a thing
You know I like my bitches fancy like I’m Jamie King
From 2822, my hood was the PC’s
I was a juvenile bumpin’ that 400 Degreez
Real killer talking, watch me rub it in like Vaseline
I had to jet after I gave him the whole magazine
Don’t doubt the God, don’t doubt the squad, shout out to FGE
That’s WunTayk, T-O-3, J Real, Jayln, and No Fatigue, yeah

[Outro]
Rap God, FGE shit, you already know what it is
New album on the way, May 20th
Views from the General’s Helmet
Man get ready, man, FGE shit, man, squad

Verse 1:
I’m not tryna do this no more we’ve outgrown each other
We got time, putting all the years we’ve known each other
Even with this time all we did was wrong each other
Till we got it to the point that we no longer want each other
I did bad shit and you did bad too
You say you love me but it’s clear I never had you
Bringing up my past but you had a past
Say you never cheated but I wouldn’t put it pass you
How could you look at me and tell me that it’s over
Couldn’t see everything that was wrong with us till we got older
You was there for me so I was leanin’ on your shoulder
Fuck what anybody told ya ’cause to me you was my soldier

Hook:
Are we done? Are we done?
We texting back and forth, we don’t know what we want
Should I reply or should I just leave it alone
Last thing I saw to pop up on my phone, said

Chorus:
“So, are we done?” Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? so, are we done?
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? So, are we done?
So, are we done?

Verse 2:
Had me feel like I was beggin’ you
So in love you had me doin’ things that I would never do
It’s gon’ be hard for me to learn how to trust again
I’m hopin’ that it don’t work out witchu and what’s her name
See that’s why we never made it
I was doin’ things and you just ain’t appreciate it
Really skeptical at first, that’s what I was afraid of
Nothin’ we could do just as long as I stayed prayed up
You talk about complaining and you was the main one
When it comes to relationships you ain’t wanna stay in one
I ain’t had nobody with me, thought that you was ridin’ with me
You were supposed to be my day one

Hook:
Are we done? Are we done?
We texting back and forth, we don’t know what we want
Should I reply or should I just leave it alone
Last thing I saw to pop up on my phone, said

Chorus:
“So, are we done?” Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? so, are we done?
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? So, are we done?
So, are we done?