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[Verse 1]
On my way to Bootsy Bellows with hella the hoes
Try and think what I’ma tell ’em when they get alone
I’m a glutton for women I shouldn’t yearn for
Shouldn’t be tempted, but baby, I like to hurt, or
Maybe ’cause I was searchin’, I found me the perfect person
But me and her didn’t work out, she buried what she worked for
And I carried the bitterness of a kola nut
Nigerian shit, my parents never showed much
Womanizer, probably could’ve been a feminist
‘Cause I respect ’em, but Lord, I got polygamy problems
The hoodie come from Barneys, spendin’ money is therapeutic
To wear the shit they don’t think that you care to buy
So we buying Prada, Balenciaga like it is nada
In the Ferrari, my fear is God and tax problems
Pierre Moss, I dropped ten on my last visit
And half that up at Saks, I favor black businesses

[Chorus]
Sue me, l’m rootin’ for everybody that black, yeah, uh huh, yeah
Sue me, I’m rootin’ for everybody that black, yo, yo yo, look, look
Sue me, I’m rootin’ for everybody that black
Spent ’bout two racks on handmade durags
Sue me, I’m rootin’ for everybody that black
That’s everybody from sports to college class to rap, I’m back

[Verse 2]
Hold up, yo, look
People, people, the high life is a movie, we ain’t promised a sequel
Ambition, my second album, how was you sleepin’?
Dropped the album with Seinfeld, they thought I was tweakin’
A prophet, a genius
I’m flyin’ with Lena, I’m ridin’ with Nina
One write for the Chi, one right where I need her
The funny thing is I’ll always be single
I love me some Logan, I love me some Issa
I’ll never get either, no one Venice Queens me
I’m a drunk, I’m a demon
Heaven knows I’m a dreamer
I seen Taraji and Kelvin, always hope I could be that
I fell in love with an actress actin’ like she don’t need me
Polarizin’ the sun, underrated again
Show business will never love you the way you love it
You come and we go, they quick to forget
So every bourgeois event I attend, I tell ’em this

[Chorus]
Sue me, l’m rootin’ for everybody that black, yeah, uh huh, yeah
Sue me, I’m rootin’ for everybody that black, yo, yo yo, look, look
Sue me, I’m rootin’ for everybody that black
Spent ’bout two racks on handmade durags
Sue me, I’m rootin’ for everybody that black
That’s everybody from sports to college class to rap, I’m back

[Bridge]
I need you to know you’re so beautiful
I need you to know you’re so beautiful, oh

[Outro]
Okay, sue me, I’m rootin’ for everybody that’s black
Everybody be asking my sixth album my last
I’m super sick of this business
My daughter missin’ me, nigga
The whip is bullet repellent
But they gon’ kill me with tax
Niggas really on clout, they ain’t checkin’ for stats
Who a decade or better, givin’ niggas decadent rap
Respect is in order, hate me, better do it loud
Root for everybody black, haters say “That’s crazy, wow”
That’s crazy, wow

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[Intro]
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
I don’t know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
Based God

[Chorus]
I know that it’s real
Fillin’ me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain’t know it
Can’t lend them your heart like a token
I’m leavin’ scars on your body, it ain’t no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ that money, it grow to galore
Don’t want me in Bentley, my engines in Rolls
I got problems, I wanted it ghost
All that shit from a child took a toll
I be runnin’ on time for these hoes
She need time to think and I say, “No”
Tell me that nobody knows
I don’t wanna preach it on my own
You don’t wan’ come in, I’m goin’ inside
I’ma stand on the top in the front where it lies
I’ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide
We don’t need no time to rise
We don’t need no one to know, this shit can’t be televised
Need nothin’ but a gun and my bro on side
We on go, one floor from late tonight
I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it
He want smoke, it’s a go, ain’t no waitin’, I send it
I be on it, I’m pushin’ this trey to the limit
Ain’t no tellin’, I bet him then wait up in prison
I’ma stretch him and top, but he tellin’ my business
We connivin’ and robbin’, ain’t changin’ my livin’
Nigga know how I’m rockin’, no floppin’, I hit it
Pussy nigga be hollerin’, ain’t comin’ ‘pecific

[Chorus]
I be runnin’, yeah
I don’t know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
I know that it’s real
Fillin’ me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain’t know it
Can’t lend them your heart like a token
I’m leavin’ scars on your body, it ain’t no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top

[Verse 2]
I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mmh, mmh
Let’s go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh
Come stakeout with me, I ain’t got time to leave, yeah
I drunk too much lean, I can’t feel my feet, uh, yeah
Check how a nigga be drippin’
We on ’em, we surfin’ in business (Yeah, slide)
I’m talkin’ a lot, I ain’t kiddin’
You want it, we get up and get it (Yeah, body)
That chopper be poppin’, I spit it
I call it, I’m screamin’, “Good riddance” (Yeah, die)
You know that I’m poppin’, no skillet
These bitches wan’ get in my business
I say that I’m runnin’, them hitters be gunnin’
I’m droppin’ it on ’em, them niggas go under
I’ma ride in the black, blowin’ loud with the llama
I’m in love with that money, I spend it all summer
While I run with the sack, I’ma try not to fumble
I’m stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber
Get away from her love, I see that it’s comin’
She be stalkin’, she got me, she turn to a hunter

[Outro]
I be runnin’, yeah
I don’t know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
Ayy, Marc, what it do?

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[Intro]
Super Earz
17
D-Roc (I don’t even know what I’m doin’)

[Chorus]
Okay, I’m geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I’m shooting if I hear a peep
I ain’t with the fuckery, I’m a real G
They know that it’s up but ain’t out of they reach
Shawty wan’ fuck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I’m loaded but ain’t slippin’, get your head blown

[Verse 1]
Head blown straight up out of the system
Made nigga on the block with them killers
On go, gorillas, everybody official
Tricking bad, if he fall, I’ma lift him
If you loyal to me, I’m one hundred right back
If you want him domed, for a fact, I’ma clip him
I was down bad, I ain’t blame no one, nigga
Since you using me, bitch, stay goin’ to the fitted
D-Dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away
Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
On god, these niggas ain’t playin’ my way
He could buck and run up and get shot in his face
I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin’
You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch

[Chorus]
Okay, I’m geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I’m shooting if I hear a peep
I ain’t with the fuckery, I’m a real G
They know that it’s up but ain’t out of they reach
Shawty wan’ fuck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I’m loaded but ain’t slippin’, get your head blown

[Verse 2]
I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
Bitch, I’m grippin’, you probably slippin’, what’s the word?
I ain’t goin’ right now, I don’t give a fuck ’bout what you heard
I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (Knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I can’t fuck up the bag
I’ma run up a check, I could never relax
I be keeping it cool, I ain’t none of them dudes
You gon’ run off on who and get shot in your back
If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news
For some stupid lil’ shit, I ain’t trippin’ on that
When they said they want smoke, how I’m ‘posed to react?
But they know that it’s up and I’m stickin’ to that
Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son
I’m a factor, relapse, now I’m ready to run
If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon’ run
But they can’t get away when I strike with this gun
Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned
Sippin’ on lean and I’m smoking red Runtz
Osama one hundred, I call him, he come
Plus he a vet, he gon’ go get it done

[Chorus]
Okay, I’m geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I’m shooting if I hear a peep
I ain’t with the fuckery, I’m a real G
They know that it’s up but ain’t out of they reach
Shawty wan’ fuck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I’m loaded but ain’t slippin’, get your head blown

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[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TNT
I just wanna be loved
D-Mac on the fuckin’ track
Don’t nobody understand me though
Tahj Money
The way I came in the game
The image that I had put out
They wouldn’t expect me to have feelings
Know it probably don’t seem like it
That’s why they talk about me like I ain’t human, but we all is
But I’m still being me
I’m still in the streets and I’m still thuggin’ until them niggas put me under, yeah
That’s how we livin’ and that’s how we going out, you hear me? Open your mouth

[Verse 1]
I say, mama, I’m so sorry
I got ice burned where my heart at
On the road where I had it hard at
How I’m chosen? I’m so heartless, so, so heartless
I ain’t know my age, he was 16, they killed Lil Dave
Mind in a rage, I’m way too young to feel this pain
I ain’t know how to fade, but I dove in ’cause I’m a man
I love that girl to death, as we get old, our feelings change
I pay for therapy because my thoughts ahead of me
They keep on draggin’ me, I play for keeps, they scared of me
I cannot barely, can barely sleep or even breathe
I cannot hold on without you on side of me
I never knew this fame would take the ones I love from ‘way from me
I wanna see Kacey bad, but I can’t seem to call Nene
Go in with no pen and pad, I got this shit right on my sleeve
Right now my candle burning wax, I’m feelin’ like it’s burnin’ me

[Chorus]
I’m just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin’ wild, wild

[Verse 2]
I fell in love with Kaylyn, without even knowin’ this bitch done snaked me
I’m missin’ Yaya daily, the one who don’t make me feel basic
Happiness I’m chasin’, while killers behind me tryna blank me
You don’t know what I’m feelin’
Or what I’m thinkin’ and you can’t change me
I miss my fuckin’ daddy, I’ve been callin’ Montana my father
Times been gettin’ harder
I came from nothing, now bitch, I’m royal
I call Monique my mama, but Lord knows I need Sheronda
I don’t need no commas, I’m feeling like I’m going under
My paw-paw getting old, and once he gone, I’m on my own
Right now I’m all alone, I pray that grandmom keep me strong
Can’t even leave my home, my bracelet beeping plus I’m down
I just wan’ be gone, my son straight, my money long
Tell me what you feelin’, I hope that I can help you out
My youngins in that North, I pray that y’all gon’ make it out
These bitches comin’ ’round, and they don’t even like my songs
I’ll burn up the town, before them niggas bust my dome
I wish that I can hear Dump say, “What up, lil brother,” one more time
We killing shit and plus we dying
I’m gon’ go off behind my brother, fuck this charge, I slang that iron
Before he go and I don’t ride

[Chorus]
I’m just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin’ wild, wild
I’m just a lonely child
Who need someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, my pain away
Because my thoughts been runnin’ wild

[Outro]
Oh, oh Lord
I need some help because my life been real hard
The way I approached the game, it seem that I’m hard
But I got feelings too just like a lil’ boy, oh Lord
I’m a grandmom baby

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Ain’t no goin’ back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that’s a fact
I’m with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don’t wanna tote no pistol, we ain’t heard of that
I’ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don’t know ’bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried ’bout his goals, she think it’s crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin’ them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don’t see no greatness, he gon’ grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG’s in the hood gon’ ride ’bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won’t let you slime ’bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain’t gettin’ that, he ain’t feelin’ that
So he learned to hide on ’em
Now let me tell you that I’m a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn’t
Turned 17, ‘fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon’ die or you gon’ take one? Nigga, what’s your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what’s the hassle?
Still to this day, I’m on FaceTime talkin’ with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it

[Verse 2]
What you thinkin’ ’bout, what you hearin’ ’bout? I’ma see about it, nigga (I’m with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I’ll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that’s on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain’t forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain’t wan’ drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin’, “Who want problems?” You was holdin’ up your semi
I kept on sayin’ I’ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin’ me, “Let’s get it”

[Interlude]
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I’ll never go against you
I ain’t never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I’m slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah