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[Verse 1: Logic]
Uh
Now who the fuck am I to say that you won’t ever make it?
But the way that you rap, the people just won’t ever take it
I don’t understand why you think you finna live it up
Like a honey on prom night, give it up
There ain’t no way you ‘gon make it man, you need to conform
Stop everything you doin’, start rappin’, and still perform
You think that you really can record then go and perform
All the stupid lyrical shit that you been doin?
Think twice, boy, you never had a shot wit it
Go tighten up your game, Botox wit it
‘Cause we all know, I’m your worst critic
So what you need to do, you need to do wit it
Is stop, drop, roll out and forget it
‘Cause like I said, all those people, they won’t ever ever get it
So listen up man, stop in yo’ tracks
Stop droppin’ tracks and just relax
Now who the fuck am I to say that you wrong, my man?
But it’s untouchable, they way I devise the plan
‘Cause when I’m on it, I’m on it, and homie I ain’t playin’
50/50 like a Gin and Tonic, y’know I’m sayin?
Half emcee, other half listener
Half capturer, and half prisoner
They shit [?] homie, my shit primo flow celsius and y’all twenty below

[Verse 2: Redlineres]
Look, I’m all about passin’, I ain’t got no time to fail
Fellin’ my wrath every time when I spit this hell (yeah)
You a fraud nigga (uh)
You stop playin’ or your life gonna get you in the box, in jail
It ain’t nothing harder than the balls (nah)
My passion and every day will get me far
And no time for real, no time for lames
Start drinkin’ the liquor straight so it can take the pain
I’m on the red line reminiscing on the train
Think positive, and every day, just maintain
You know?

[Verse 3: J-Artz]
Uh, Mr. Johnson, all-star Stockton
Got a couple golden guns, devil hellmarksman
A double kill is needed to prove the skill
Got the eyes out flow, no radar low
I’m a black ho, no escape, let’s go
To the edge of the universe, homie let’s roll
You’re a [?] perfect one, blind spot
[?], blind spot
Metal [?] inject, call me a robojock
Never seen for [?], ’cause I’m [?]
Space travel with no ship, techless
I’m naturally superior to other stage dwellers
Sneak attack, body bag, beacon [?], Goodfella
D.C. clash with this, others can’t [?] with it
Got the [?] force, welcome to the dark abyss

[Verse 4: Steph]
Caught up in a secret society
And the money just ease my anxiety
‘Cause I know, I don’t talk to the lord (uh)
My heart dark for having to endorse such
Pain as youngin’ so to numb it I sip lean
Let the weed fill up my lungs, and pop champagne
‘Til I get sick stomach, just disgusting what we do for a lil’ money
They say, “You gotta change your ways, ’cause the Lord’s comin’”
And I just gotta get paid, the landlord comin’
So I’m like, “Forget God, just cut my check”
Just like a Nike sweatshirt (uh)
Caught up in the rapture, fashion and swagger
Snapback, award shows sharper than a dagger
Polo sweater made the same year that I was born
And hand on the bible to the [?] I was sworn in

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

[Verse]
Fuckin’ that bih in my bed
Fuckin’ that bih in a bed
Lil shawty she wet, shawty get wet in the bed
Niggas they tryin’, until they get checked
These bitches be lyin’, Carti by [?]
Check please
Lil shawty gon’ hop in the jet, lil shawty gon’ [?]
Hop in the bih and I beast
Come to me, beast in the sheets
Fucking that bitch on the beach
This is my coupe, with the lease
Hop in the coupe feel like [?]
All of my niggas eat, we feast
Ballin’ a [?]
Feelin’ like [?]
[?]

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

[Verse 2]
30,000 bih, on my wrist
Stacking bread, lego shit
Lego bih
Check it out, check it out
Wrist out, bad bitch, polka dot
All these niggas they fallin’ off
All these bitches they fallin’ off
Walk in the building and I feel like the shit
All on my dick
These bitches they say [?] but, young Carti be fuckin these bitiches and these bitches be wet
I smoked [?]
Niggas get killed, nigga got drip

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

[Verse 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wasn’t feeding?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on you?
Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies come slide?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving piles?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wasn’t feeding?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech?
Where your ass was at, dog, came through the projects?
Where your ass at we keep that fully loaded contracts
Had to rent that on the dick ass jocking
Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging
Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket
Put a pic with me on the gram now you popping
Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I’m at and sell dope
Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke
Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco
12 jumpers came in the spot to open up the dope
Carlo, Bob, Joe gotta young nigga coughing
Janet out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho we call it full onion

[Verse 2: Drake]
Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?
Where your ass was at when all they ask us, “Whats the hold up?”
Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?
Now your ass around because we’re paying back dues
Where were you? When all the dogs needed help
Lawyers and the commissary ain’t gon’ pay itself
Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?
Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom
Man I ain’t got no choice
Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy
I’m self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed
I’ll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise
Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?
Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders

[Verse 3: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wasn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
60 for a walk thru bitch don’t panic
Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage
Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard a lot of dogs who will call you a mutt
Where your ass was at dog, when I was in my cup?
The reason I’m here today is cause I never gave up
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wasn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where you ass was at, when I was trapping at the stove?
Had to scrub to get where I was at and sell dope
Janet out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho we call it full onion

[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga repping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah

[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?

I’m squeezing sideways to get into your room
Wanna know what it feels like to be a member of your tomb
The sense of weightlessness overwhelms me
Forgotten what it feels like to be a dog without a leash

Walls breathing
Moon shouting at me
Out of control
Don’t feel lost anymore

I know it’s hard out here sometimes
Feeling like a bag of skin you’re trapped inside
But when you feel banished to a personal hell
Just remember a light doesn’t shine on itself

Like a hundred grapes growing from the same vine
Or a thousand bricks that share a mortar line
If you touch this earth like the rest of us do
Then there is no doubt I am connected to you

All these little things are silent luxuries
Reminders of a time when we knew we were everything