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[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Gotta teach ’em to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let ’em know we can’t be phased
Now everybody wanna a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said niggas need change
Now the younger generation all hot heads
And start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a trapsoul
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Momma struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past eight lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like [?]
Only keep ’em there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mane
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 1]
This is for my seven day a week, always on they grind niggas
Sacrifice it all just so we can shine niggas
Taking care of their kids on that 9 to 5 nigga
I made this here for you ’cause you are my nigga
Now I don’t stress over these hoes
I obsess over these flows
I may as well be Messi ’cause I got so many goals
And I gotta reach ’em all like I’m Ash Ketchum
Cause in this life you get one shot and it’s my last second
Now watch me pass goal, get my dough, break my daddy out of jail
Buy my mama a new house, somewhere in the Berkley Hills
Take my niggas cross the world then come back and pay my bills
Level up on everybody and remain real

[Hook]
See don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Better fight and don’t let ’em make you fold, god damn
Break the mold god damn, break the mold, god damn
Don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let ’em take your soul, god damn
I said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let em

[Verse 2]
This is for my day one, ride or die, free the ankle niggas
Used to have to eat cup noodles for dinner
Hit my mama couch to do my laundry in the winter
We was on that block tryna make a way, make a way out
Granny died, had to tell mama "it’s okay now"
What you no about no lights and water at 16
And you grown as fuck and they tell you to get a job and stop playing
And your bank account is so immature ’cause that shit ain’t got no cents
But you can’t stop and won’t stop, you just tighten up your belt

[Hook]
See don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Better fight and don’t let ’em make you fold, god damn
Break the mold god damn, break the mold, god damn
Don’t let ’em take your soul, take your soul, god damn
Said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let ’em take your soul, god damn
I said don’t let ’em take your soul, I said don’t let em

It takes two to love
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in you, lost in the rush
Faded, you stuck? I’ll help you up

Don’t care if you’re too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
And give you the touch you’re missing

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

Beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me
It’s hard to know what you see in me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows, I know that you’re fragile, yeah

Don’t care if you’re too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
And give you the touch you’re missing

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, Imma get in that

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Escape the undertow
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
A new life is floating
The stars were made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
With the sound of lovers blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been

Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, Imma get in that
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low

[Verse 1: IDK]
Baby Scale mean balance
The Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscience nigga that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
I’m here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It’s funny, back then they ain’t want me
Now they still don’t want me, its funny
I’m still in the race with your major label signee
So I don’t need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami
You been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I’m just scolding my eyes is never shut
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I’m fucking up next (You)
The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
They say lyrics ain’t cool no more, I’m like sheesh
I guess after this shit drop I’m might peace (Bye)
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I’ll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply oops
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I know when the playing finished
I know when the aim is different
I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money
I’m aiming to hit the hearts, flatline
I’m here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime

[Interlude: IDK & Yung Gleesh]
HA! Run that shit from the top
Fuck they talkin bout. Ay Lo (kill moe) get me right
Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout

[Verse 2]
I got the shotty mouth
I gotta chalk em out
I get my nigga Gleesh, he gonna stomp ’em out
Use to like love and peace, I like destruction now
I was in love wit her, we just be fucking now
Say you got work but I guess it ain’t working now
Say you got plugs, well I guess that the circuit out
I just be telling the truth, fuck the purpin’ out
Any you niggas want beef then I’m servin’ out
Steak
Free smoke, free smoke (Aye)
Repo, repo (Aye)
They take yo chain, take yo watch, take your car take house and yo hoe (Aye)
Where I’m from they don’t play (Yea)
Hit a lick around the way (Yea)
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That’s the mentality
Them niggas be wildin’ out
That shit is sad to me
But that’s the reality
So that’s why I don’t give a fuck if a rap nigga mad at me
I shed a tear and I blame it on allergies
Mama just died and I claim it don’t damage me
Meanwhile, emotions is breaking the man in me
Try to throw shade and I’m breaking your canopy
I’m best rapper
Where I’m from nigga
Far as I’m concerned
NOOOO body better
Fuck yo analytics
Fuck a stream, fuck a team
I can walk a balance beam while I sing
Juggle, spit a 16 and be humble
Struggled 2015, now I’m leveled
Even at the top level, I don’t settle
Working off the late night, Jimmy Kimmel
Just to be on Jimmy Kimmel
I’m tryna put everybody on
But I’m put on myself first
I gotta give up my self-worth
I gotta filter the love and thirst
Niggas be thinking the love is real
You gotta pop 20 Xanny pills
Just to probably know how a nigga feels
I don’t feel shit
If yo ass ain’t a friend to me
Free flock, screaming STP
Rest In Peace
Falling off nigga that be the death of me
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
When you this high, everyone one a midget
2010 yea, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin’ down, praying for a nigga
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
Gone

[Chorus]
You move just like a tire swing
I swear you got the real thing
Not the type to conversate
The baddest if I do say do myself
You sexy on your own
Don’t need no help
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
I had to say excuse me

[Verse 1]
Can I take you home?
Baby, let me get some time
Second hand from the smoke, roll up
Forget about whoever did you wrong
Wear your heart on your sleeve
Like it’s Comme des Garçons, hold up
We been gettin’ to it ever since the movie started
And now we finally made it to you favorite part where
I’ll be Joker, you’ll play Harley
Had to put you on the squad, see

[Chorus]
You move just like a tire swing
I swear you got the real thing
Not the type to conversate
The baddest if I do say do myself
You sexy on your own
Don’t need no help
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe

[Verse 2]
And we so high
Don’t you ever kill the vibe
Undercover, you a freak
But you wearin’ your disguise
Baby, listen to your mind
You should take your own advice
I don’t really play no games
Less that shit come with a price, woo
I know you need me here to boost your ego, yeah
Baby, you so bad, plus the evil
When we roll, I’ll be Clyde, be my Bonny, yeah
We’ll hit the bank then hit the mall, see

[Chorus]
You move just like a tire swing
I swear you got the real thing
Not the type to conversate
The baddest if I do say do myself
You sexy on your own
Don’t need no help
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
I had to say excuse me
But you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
Said you’s a bad lil’ vibe, ooh yeah
You’s a bad lil’ vibe

[Outro]
And we so high
And we so high
And we so
Yeah
You move just like a
That super psycho
I see your friends
Your crew just like you
I’ll get you high like
Top of the Eiffel
Give me a chance
Ain’t no tellin’ what I might do
When we alone
When you perform
Girl, I’m a fan
Just do your dance
Just do your dance
And let me know when I give you my hands
Yeah