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[Verse 1]
Look, I ain’t never had shit
I always wanted more, though
I was a little badass
Nappy roots with the cornrows
Papa used to work his ass off
So he could buy me more clothes
All my friends into high fashion
We could barely afford those
Mama said it’ll all come
If we leave it up in God’s hands
But the thing about God’s plans
They don’t work like Raj’s plans
Raj move like a NASCAR
Raj move like an earthquake
Lately I’ve been on one
I’m on one ’till the wheels break

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit

[Verse 2]
Look, ay
We swing cars and hands where I’m from
If he don’t swing back he might have guns
Drink that whiskey like I’m OD
I’m just my grandpappy’s grandson
Nowadays we gon’ hoop in Jordans
We came a long way from And 1’s
Nowadays everybody brainwashed
Dress like they all shop at PacSun
Bless my mom ’cause every Christmas
She made sure we always had some
She make sure there’s food on my plate
My fat ass ate every last crumb
My pops gave me game about life
In hopes it would protect his black son
Fill my ears with all of that truth
Before I knew what the truth was
Oh, everything he said was right
Said a lot of your friends would be dead or in jail
But it didn’t make sense ’till Devon died
Then they gave Funk 25 years to life
Bow my head in hopes that I’m living right
I pick it up, then I pick it up
We’ve been through too much
We ain’t giving up

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit

___FEELS___

(Ey)
When I talk da phone
He keep telling me
Kill these niggas off (ey)
He been tellin me I should probably lay off that adderall (all)
Moxie Java got the city poppin but it pissed my daddy off (huh)
Soon you’ll understand
Pops you made a man
Now im making hits see me blasing off higher than i did feel im fallin off
Where is the love when i need it
I feel the fake in the handshake
Stop saying things when you dont really mean it
Lately its all talk,I, dont really see it (eh)
Ive been out the way staying to myself, saying to myself
I just need to feel something, feel something new
Just need to feel something, feel something new
Just need to feel something, feel something new
Just need to feel something, feel something for real

Feel something, feel something for real

[Verse 1: Sabrina Claudio]
Do you feel me here
Giving you love
Do you see me here
Opening up

[Pre-Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]
No one’s ever gotten to this point
Where we go from here is all your choice

[Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]
Don’t let me down aseme un petardo mamarrachon
I told you things about me
Don’t let me down
I let you put your arms around me
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
Don’t let me down
And I’ll keep you around

[Verse 2: Khalid]
Can I trust in you
If I give you myself
You’re the first to know
And I’ve had much to tell

[Pre-Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
No one’s ever gotten to this point (No one’s ever gotten, no one’s ever gotten)
Where we go from here is all your choice

[Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
I told you things about me
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
I let you put your arms around me
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
And I’ll keep you around (hey, yeah yeah)

[Outro: Sabrina Claudio & Khalid]
Don’t let me down, no
Don’t let me (yeah)
Don’t let me down, no
Don’t let me (hey, yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
I know you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
Lost in Paris
I hope you warm and safe

[Verse]
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
It was over in day
All the things I used to say
You’ve kept the same
All the place we would go
All the songs we got know
You [?]

[Chorus]
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Young young, all in love in a lost place
[?] down, got run round in a [?]
[?]
Thought I fall in love with a small [?]
Let me start, left right ahh
[?] shorty had my heart in a [?]
[?]

[Chorus]
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)

I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)

[Outro]
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, Big 14 Bitch
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
1400/800 lil’ nigga, flexin’ paper nigga
You know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Real niggas live by the code
Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin’ bros
I don’t fuck with opps, all y’all niggas’ hoes
Met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
With my nigga too, head off the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a trill, catch another body though
Like, that’s my fuckin’ hobby, yo
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Lil’ nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized
Totin’ gats jit, all my niggas ride
Don’t make me make another mama cry
Doin’ trill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
Big 14, fuck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Man, this shit ain’t new to me
Your bitch new to you, she ain’t new to me
I ain’t really with the fucking foolery
Glistenin’ in these fucking diamonds
Bad bitch and I’m fucking shining
I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands
Taking trips to the fucking islands
Guess these guys don’t realize
When they talking fly, man it’s suicide
Don’t talk, do a nigga do or die
Nobody else, nigga, you and I
Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don’t play, pussy, wish a nigga try
‘Cause that’d be the night niggas die
Niggas act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. or somethin’
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin’
Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin’
Niggas be flexin’, they bold or somethin’
They don’t want that war, go home or somethin’
Internet flexin’ with the phone or somethin’
You a lil’ pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin’
Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin’

[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Lil’ nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us
And these niggas they mad ’cause I’m richer than them
Stay ganged up, I ain’t clickin’ with them
You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them
Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
Fuck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah)
You the type run to the sheriff (hah)
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
Nigga, I’m a real ass nigga, ain’t fake a nigga
Free my big brother out the prison cell
QC [?] told ’em give ’em hell
Ridin’ ’round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz
Glock out, running we empty 12
Bitch on my dick, that’s a love spell (yeah)
Bitch with the shits call her Annabelle (yeah)
If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell (yeah)
Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?]
Fuckin’ her jewels with my nigga Jack
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks
In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques
Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth
Boy you young, where your Similac?
Buyin’ whips, yeah, we into that
Fuckin’ hoes, yeah, we into that
Loving hoes, yeah no nigga
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Hundred niggas in your section
Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that’s weird
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new ‘Rari
Just to go and switch gears (skrt)
Burn out, burn out
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)
Y’all don’t even know how a nigga live
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga
Throwing gang signs, call it [?] nigga
Can’t nobody at QC get punked, nigga
What is a one-on-one, nigga? We jumpin’ niggas
We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin’ niggas
I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer
Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher
Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her
Ride around town, you the one that licked her
Ha, real player like my pops (pops)
Thirty round in my Glock
We run it, not opps
Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn’t double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah)
Pull up deep, wide body nigga
Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain’t BlocBoy
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)

[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Lil Boat (who else?)
14
Gang

[Intro: Joe Moses & Future]
Shoot up your set, the K’s out, niggas they shoot, but never kill
Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy be pushin’, that’s so fo’ real
My niggas raw and they so fo’ real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo’ real
All of my dawgs, they ’bout it, ’bout it (I’m goin’ too brazy)

[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi

[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
I’m back with the shooters, we [?] like Cuban
Stop actin’ stupid, my niggas they foolish (what?!)
Them niggas know, we shoot and you don’t (what?!)
Margiela and Louis, ya hoe is a groupie (what?!)
I put the that B on everything, married to us is a gang gang
Too much diamonds it’s chain gang, all of my bitches’ throwback
Blacking the track with a codine, all of my bitches’ is slouchy

More like a [?] man, Twist, my nigga forever
Smilely and P.T forever, B, he gonna get the cheddar
[?] my nigga he killin’, free all my niggas they illin’
NWB in the building, fuck it I’ll sign for a million
Fuck it I’ll sign for a bird (Prrr), throw it on caption and post it
Ain’t no more fuckin’ with Jody, L.A. they know that they know it
L.A. they know that they know it, L.A. they know that they know it

[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi

[Verse 3: Future]
My man kickin’ shit like he Bruce Lee
She bad, she on duty, I’m back makin’ movies
Kick back and boolin’, what’s brackin’? 400 clips in the wagon
These racks on me, I got the bracks on me, I got the racks on me, I got the bracks
I got the bracks on bracks, the bales, the bales, they come to get taxed
I got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get wacked
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin’ it down on the West Boast
Smokin’ on gas by the pound from the West Boast
I pulled a bitch from the West Boast, I came back with the nitro
She want pink roses, I put diamonds on her toes
I put the B diamonds all on my neck and my wrist and then all on my ring, ring
[?] where them youngings at who gon’ make the bottle go ring, ring
Bzzz all on your head like a bee be

[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, (back with a three piece, back with a three piece)