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[Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA (line up)
I don’t wanna hear about no masters (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster (okay, okay)
They gon’ point to Cuba when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin’ (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin’
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t f*ck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make donations till there’s reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing sh*t they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don’t f*ck with me

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some sh*t I love
Call up L.A. Reid an’ tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ on my own, I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do somethin’ to me
Tell ’em, “Do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life an’ I ain’t lose one
Nothin’ come for free, nothin’ come for free (nope)
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball an’ kick it, come an’ pump with me, hah

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Intro]
Gently down the stream
Sk level
Row, row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Niggas sleepin’ on me must be sippin’ on the lean
Greaze
She knows I be the boss of life
Still Roll Deep
She knows, she knows, she knows
She knows

[Verse 1]
I, wake up, brush my teeth, choose an outfit
Big racks in my account, I get paid
Everyday smoke the loudest
I get packs in by the ounce I just blaze
And I got tings from back in the day
Still ringing me down I’m on stage
But I want no stress
Bruddah tryna control S coming around to get saved
I don’t wanna war let’s make peace
Good energies make the stacks increase
Girls in the North, West, South and the East
Big batty make the mandem say jheeze
I’m not a gentleman I’m an African man
That’s what I said to the priest
So you know I stay smoking trees
And the buds in the zip pack looking obese

[Pre-Chorus]
I just came back from Mars in my new spaceship, it was a perfect landing (Perfect!)
What d’you mean, what d’you mean, I’m a king she’s a queen
Man you know what’s happening (sex)
Nowadays they call me ginger bread man ‘cah they just can’t catch him
All the ladies love man, I love them too, we got an understanding

[Chorus]
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
City on lock from the left to the right
Bare girls, how am I meant to decide

[Verse 2]
She weren’t feelin’ the old me, I bet she’s feelin’ my new shit
I told her we gotta keep it true, told her we gotta move as a unit
I had to chat to Cupid, said, “little man you know I ain’t stupid”
Told you that it’s more than music, paps outside tryna get an exclusive
Instead of looking for the top boy, must’ve been looking for me but who’s asking
I clocked the game I’m still barrin’, please don’t speak to me when I’m dancing
Everyday they pray that I fall off, I’m popping up like “what’s gwarning?”
They say a girl is a gun, see a man walking with his wife and I disarm him
The way I stepped in there in with the Sk Air, fam serious tekkers
Brand new vest, same old leathers, she knows we are the real Goodfellas
We can be cool, yeah we can ride out, please just don’t get jealous
Start texting me crazy I gotta take desperate measures

[Pre-Chorus]
I just came back from Mars in my new spaceship, it was a perfect landing
What d’you mean, what d’you mean, I’m a king she’s a queen
Man you know what’s happening (ice)
Nowadays they call me ginger bread man ‘cah they just can’t catch him
All the ladies love man, I love them too, we got an understanding

[Chorus]
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
City on lock from the left to the right
Bare girls how am I meant to decide

Check it out…

[Verse 1]
If you’ve got big ol’ booty
This new dance’ll be real groovy
(Shake it baby, don’t you break it
It took your mama 9 months to make it)
Bring me that big derriere
The one who’s got all that fake hair
And then we’ll see who can do this right
Y’all step back ‘cause I can do this all night

[Chorus]
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up

[Verse 2]
Way way way past O-eight-double-O
I’ll do the booty up ’til 10 o’clock tomorrow
But I need a booty that’s big and round
Just like the bass comin’ out my sounds, yo
Skip all the rigmorale
When I’m at a show, no bougie or hoes
Big butt girls are gonna clap for me
(When I stick out my booty, and mack to the freaks)
It’s better than a brand new exercise
Don’t close your eyes ‘cause you’ll get a surprise
Somebody mighta ate too much of a burrito
And then broke wind, again and again
Because a brotha like G don’t pass no gas
When you do the booty up you gotta watch your ass
Because united we stand, divided we dance
And if you got a lotta booty in your pants, then you gotta do…

[Chorus]
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up

[Interlude]
Ha, my fellow booty up brothas and sistas, ha
I want y’all to get out on the floor
And we gon’ commence to do the booty up
We’re gonna do it on the count of one
No, we’re gonna do it when we wanna do it, ha
Come on y’all and let’s do the booty up

[Verse 3]
You can do the booty up doggystyle
And remember never trust a big butt and a smile
Take it from a man who studied Bootyology
I can Monopoly and still do it properly
Everywhere I go, and everywhere I turn
I say the booty up, and people wanna learn
But I just laugh and say I gotta go
(‘Cause I gotta rest my booty ‘cause it’s kinda sore)

[Chorus]
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up

[Outro ad-libs]

[Verse 1]
Young nigga stay wildin’
Scum niggas on violent
BX, Long Island
[?] sirens
Ride ’round with them thangs out
Niggas don’t wanna bang out
Y’all ain’t got that gun talk
Y’all ain’t got that gun talk
Move ki on weekend
Move ki on weekend
Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man
Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man
I’m on the block with the guns out
You don’t wanna get gun down
I’m from that block boy
I’m from that block boy
16 on my Glock now
Pussy nigga get shot down
You don’t want no war, man
You don’t want no war, man
Scum Gang niggas know me
Scum Gang niggas know me
On the block catch a felony
On the block catch a felony

[Hook]
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest

[Bridge]
Yeah, rollin’ with my niggas, rollin’ with my squad squadron
I say yeah, we don’t know them niggas, so we [?]

[Verse 2]
Bitches on with the big dick
6IX9INE ain’t no [?], bitch
Bitches know I get down
Bitches know I get down
I be on the block [?]
With the coke do the hocus pocus
360 with the wrist gang
Watch me whipping to a hurricane
Niggas know I’m gettin’ guala
Guala guala, I’m in Guatemala
Half Rican, half Mexican
Put it through your resume
I do this for my young niggas
Do this for my Scum niggas
Can’t fuck with a fuck nigga
Throw your middle fingers up, nigga

[Hook]
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest

[Intro: Colin Kaepernick]
“I mean, people are dying in vain because this country isn’t holding up their end of the bargain, as far as, you know, giving freedom and justice and liberty to everybody. It’s something that’s not happening
And I’ve seen videos, I’ve seen certain circumstances where men and women who have been in the military have come back and been treated unjustly by the country they fought for, and have been murdered by the country they fought for – on our land.”

[Chorus]
Hold Up!
Run that track, run that back
Soldier with militant raps on deck
Whole ‘nother level, white boy tryna kill me
Whole lotta melanin, black don’t crack
And I’m in my bag, am I bad?
I’m unapologetic, be forever pro-black
No Nazi gonna stop this bag
Infrared beam on confederate flag

[Verse]
I ain’t with the rhetoric the president be on
Forever with my niggas in the level that we on
Count ’em on your fingers
Tryna put on for the city
Put a bullet in a nigga, call me nigga and he wrong
Look, you a coward nigga, eat a dick
Shoutout [?], rocking E and shit
MMG this is the DMV
Free Trell, Flock [?] and the rest
Khaled, nigga, We The Best
Call Goodell, we need to speak and shit
Rap a piece about that CTE
And give Kaep-ernick a new team to check
Right now ’cause
Shit gettin’ deep for us right now
They killin’ our seeds boy right now
So we gonna take a knee ‘fore he pipe down
Chuck D., Chuck D. we gone fight power
Chuck a duece [?]
I just had a baby girl and I’m so proud
And she so, so smart and she’s so brown
I’ma hold mine down, what are you about?
West side, I’ma ride, doing suicides
West side, I’ma ride, playing old ‘Pac
A sports top, I hope it’s seven [?]
I’ma sit court side, with a broad with with a clique like Fort Knox
With a broad with the shit because she pro too
And she hate fake hoes but the [?]
Uhm stop, lack is never going out of style
Look at Melo, Sniper and Lebron
And then LaMelo, then they get to Zion
I ain’t even lyin’, not a people person but I do be havin’ colored people pride
What you need, some visine to see the vibe, nigga?
Me and my people need to rise up and see that our people be the prime
‘Less you well endowed [?]
[?] bitch I see it twice

[Chorus]
Run that back, run that back
Soldier with militant raps on deck
Whole ‘nother level, white boy tryna kill me
Whole lotta melanin, black don’t crack
And I’m in my bag, am I bad?
I’m unapologetic, be forever pro-black
No Nazi gonna stop my bag
Spray a whole magazine on a red MAGA hat like…. (raaar, raaar)