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[Verse 1: SZA]
Real niggas do not deserve n*gger
Meaning it’s more, you see right through walls
Ain’t talkin’ about n*gger
Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates
Come with me
Forrest Gump had a lot goin’ for him
Never without n*gger
Y’know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him
Never even pushed for the n*gger
Where’s Forrest now when you need him?
Talk to me, talk to me
Hey, ayy, hey
Attention, all you niggas
All you bitches

[Chorus: SZA]
Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride
Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why, just why
Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Niggas’ll lose they mind for it
Wine for it, dine for it—pussy
Spend time for it, see no colored line for it—pussy
Double back handicap and go blind for it—pussy
Pussy got endless prisoners
Pussy always revengin’ her
Pussy is calculating
And good n*gger is rather dangerous
Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ
Pussy is so undefeated, let’s amen to that
I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks
And the screw face when the bae look
Won’t get you no n*gger
I mean, the fake chains and the code names
For insecure, gon’ reassure you not to get n*gger
You overcompensate too much for the n*gger
You like to throw all kinda shade for the n*gger
See, that’s what n*gger niggas do
I know the ways of a n*gger, I see n*gger lookin’ at you
How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day?
How many sentiments you make before runnin’ n*gger away?
How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable?
But if she f*ck a young nigga like me, it’s over for you
Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth

[Verse 3: SZA]
You could never trivialize n*gger
But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy)
I know what you really ’bout
High key, your dick is weak buddy
It’s only replaced by a rubber substitute
We ain’t feelin’ you
I think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga
You could touch the booty if you like, I ain’t trippin’ on ya
(Such a nice girl, SZA)
I’m really tryna crack off on the headboard
And bust it wide open for the right one
Is you that for me?
‘Cause if you that for me
Like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy, like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy like doves in the wind
I will make you beg for it
I wanna see you crawl I’ll

[Verse 3 & Chorus: SZA]
Give you all of me and I won’t stop, not a little bit
(Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride)
Make you beg for it, I wanted to do it all
(Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why, just why)
Unfortunately you couldn’t get your sh*t together
(Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride)
(Ride, ride, ride, ride)
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[Skit]
We take things, and my influence so far, and then it’s out of my hands. And, y’know, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comforting. Because I’ve learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge, “Okay, Audrey, that’s as much as you can do,” I can actually let it go…

It is a 150 Party, don’t invite the feds
I was in the trenches, born with that SIG
Come pull up with 2 shooters, cause that was all we had
Still clapped his ass, still whacked his ass, yea
And we shot your man on accident
Ain’t even hit him that many times, look up axed his ass, damn
And you’ll never know what we sliding in
Wanna pull up, clapping out that foreign, pussy start rapping then
He was outside, pussy nigga then he died then
Bitch load up that .30 why you crying then?
Bitch come pull up and kill one of mine then
And if you really want this body, bitch keep trying then
Walking down the 9 with that, (with that)
Ain’t even have no mask, put on our hood
Big bro asked me was I tryna slide, and I just shrugged
Lil foenem’ got all this reefer gassed up, we good, (good)
We was shooting niggas going to highschool
We blew down the twin, they told the council
Student-Teacher Conference brought they grandma, too
Ain’t give no fuck, next day, brought my hammer too
You ain’t never posted up by the corner with Roc
You ain’t never seen Fazo with that .40 Glock
You ain’t never had to run from the end of the block
You ain’t never seen slime pop out, no top
You ain’t never seen nobody drop, at least not one of the opps
I always shoot, no movie, these bitches look like some props
And all of these bitches got mops
Couple of the guys cut off they locks, cause them bitches got hot
Whole East-side’s getting popped
I was on the 8, I was high off a 8, phone East-Side of the pop
Gotta get the mag, whodie in traffic, oh he sliding with a bop
Ya’ll ain’t talkin’ about that, we talkin’ about that one?
Oh he died off the spot, we ain’t never tryna give no
Nigga the first lick, so we riding with it out
I remember I was 15, bought my first trey, see what that bitch was about
Gotta ride to the block, linked up with Whitefolkz, he blew that bitch to the aisle
9-1-1, knock him down, Twin Towers, red showers, red flowers
We was smoking oppers, when he had sour
Now we smoke exotic, Essex block, that’s ours (bitch)
And I got power (bitch), get the strip devoured
Ain’t gotta pop out with no extra clip, another one of them
Bitches around us
All my niggas running up 6 figures, got at least double digits around us
Said you ain’t worried bout none of these choppers, till a 100 of these bitches come out it (rrahh)

[Intro: Four Tops]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I had for us
You turned my dreams into dust
I watch a phone that, I had for us
You turned my dreams into dust

[Verse: Kanye West & T.I.]
I know Obama was Heaven-sent
But ever since Trump won, it proved that I could be President
Yeah, you can, at what cost though?
Don’t that go against the teachings that Ye taught for?
Yo, Tip, I hear your side and everybody talk, though
But ain’t goin’ against the grain everything I fought for?
Prolly so, Ye, but where you tryna go with this?
It’s some shit you just don’t align with and don’t go against
You just readin’ the headlines, you don’t see the fine print
You on some choosin’-side shit, I’m on some unified shit
It’s bigger than your selfish agenda
If your election ain’t gon’ stop police from murderin’ niggas, then shit…
Bruh, I never ever stopped fightin’ for the people
Actually, wearin’ the hat’ll show people that we equal
You gotta see the vantage point of the people
What makes you feel equal makes them feel evil
See that’s the problem with this damn nation
All Blacks gotta be Democrats, man, we ain’t made it off the plantation
Fuck who you choose as your political party
You representin’ dudes just seem crude and cold-hearted
With blatant disregard for the people who put you in position
Don’t you feel an obligation to them?
I feel a obligation to show people new ideas
And if you wanna hear ’em, there go two right here
Make America Great Again had a negative reception
I took it, wore it, rocked it, gave it a new direction
Added empathy, care and love and affection
And y’all simply questionin’ my methods
What you willin’ to lose for the point to be proved?
This shit is stubborn, selfish, bullheaded, even for you
You wore a dusty ass hat to represent the same views
As white supremacy, man, we expect better from you
All them times you sounded crazy, we defended you, homie
Not just to be let down when we depend on you, homie
That’s why it’s important to know what direction you’re goin’ now
‘Cause everything that you built can be destroyed and torn down
You think I ain’t concerned about how I affect the past?
I mean, that hat stayed in my closet like ’bout a year and a half
Then one day I was like, “Fuck it, I’ma do me”
I was in the sunken place and then I found the new me
Not worried about some image that I gotta keep up
Lot of people agree with me, but they’re too scared to speak up
The greater good of the people is first
Have you considered all the damage and the people you hurt?
You had a bad idea, and you’re makin’ it worse
This shit’s just as bad as Catholic preachers rapin’ in church
Y’all been leadin’ with hate, see I just approach it different
Like a gang truce, the first Blood to shake the Crip’s hand
I know everybody emotional
Is it better if I rap about crack? Huh? ‘Cause it’s cultural?
Or how about I’ma shoot you, or fuck your bitch?
Or how about all this Gucci, ’cause I’m fuckin’ rich?
You’ll deal with God for the lack of respect
Startin’ to make it seem like Donnie cut you a check
Now you toyin’ with hot lava, better be careful with that
What’s it mean to gain the world if you ain’t standin’ for shit?
Okay I gotta say it, Ye, you sound high as a bitch
Yeah, genocide and slavery, we should just try and forget
And all that free thought shit, find a better defense
But if Ye just stuck in his way, he can leave it at that
Fuck it

[Outro: Kanye West]
Alright T.I.P., we could be rappin’ about this all day, man, why don’t we just cut the beat off and let the people talk?

[Verse 1]
New York girls, they can be so pretty
But I get cold living in the city
Oh, and then I’ve got to go, mmm
And I’ve been west, out to California
Summer nights, girls are so much warmer there
They just don’t have a care, oh
But I know a place where the people smile
Taking is easy and it’s been a while since I’ve gone
And now it’s time to go home, oh

[Chorus]
Give me a tight t-shirt on a real hot body
You know what’s on my mind
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time
You got it right there, easy, we’re gonna party
Whiskey, women and wine
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time

[Verse 2]
I35, Dallas down to Austin
We can find a world we can get lost in there
Where we can breathe the air, oh, oh
We can howl at the moon like a wild coyote
Cactus in bloom in the pink peyote
So fine, we got nothing but time, hee

[Chorus]
Give me a tight t-shirt on a real hot body
You know what’s on my mind
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time
You got it right there, easy, we’re gonna party
Whiskey, women and wine
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time

[Bridge]
And I know a place where the people are real
And they taking it easy, making you feel right at home
Yeah, that’s where I’m going, hee

[Chorus]
Give me a tight t-shirt on a real hot body
You know what’s on my mind
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time
You got it right there, easy, we’re gonna party
Whiskey, women and wine
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time

[Outro]
Woah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, baby
And so fine, mmm, mmm
Do it to me every time
You do it to me
And you do it to me, baby, oh
Hey
Ooh, and the women so fine
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, won’t you get back
Wanna get back, woo

[Verse 1: Kehlani]
Can’t stop, ain’t stop, too hot
Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac
And I pop from the jump, ain’t nobody too shocked
And I’m out collectin’ Rollies, you save up for G-Shocks
Got a bag from the label, I invested and I flipped that
I should write a book on how I mothafuckin’ did that
Everything I put in, I get right back
Got long money, I ain’t in it for a quick stack
And if she ever had me bent, I don’t know who she is
Switchin’ sides on me, just know that I know where you live
And I ain’t never had to bang, I’m good wherever I is
And I got brothers that’ll run it up and handle my biz
Man I’ve been hot since a teen when they gave me the key
To the city, fuck around, they’ll have to crown me the queen
Yeah, I’m blessed and highly favored to be livin’ my dreams
And now they layin’ out the carpets when I step on the scene
I drop a bag when I shop, all that extra shit
I’m payin’ all my family’s bills, that’s a flex and shit
Ha, I’m your fave’s favorite, that ain’t ever changin’, bitch
Just bought the Porsche, you can catch me out here swangin’ it
Got a second phone and your boyfriend be ringin’ it
Got a little lion in me, I ain’t ever tamin’ shit
Hah, hyphy, hater, you can fight me
Yeah I beat the odds so I don’t take that talkin’ lightly
Fuck around and make your girl my wifey
Pearl face diamond on the bezel, keep it icy

[Interlude: Kehlani]
Ayy, check me out, I’m not even a fuckin’ rapper
Saweetie goin’ fuckin’ crazy, Oakland to Sac’, what up

[Chorus: Saweetie]
Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me
Never been the one get R.I.P. up on a white tee
Keep my hands clean, got some hittas moving shiesty
Ask me if I’m rollin’ with some Gucci, bitch, I might be
It’s very unlikely my wrist ain’t lookin’ icy
Chargin’ by the minute ’cause my time is very pricey

[Verse 2: Saweetie]
Bougie when I’m broke, so I’m bougie when I’m poppin’
I’ve been workin’, stack one up, check my price, then I tax
My education and my fashion gonna cost a couple racks
Nah I don’t need a sugar daddy, they call me when they need stacks
See, I went to USC and got my college degree
That means I’m smarter than these niggas, can’t get over on me
And then I went into Miami, saw some new property
Put a down payment on condo with a view of South Beach
Man, the devils try to break me, the devils try to play me
I coulda got here quicker if I let the devil slip me
But my prayers went up and my blessings came down
Thankin’ God every day that your girl above ground (that’s right)
And that’s how a hot girl do it
Keep her head up, even when she goin’ through it
My crown might slip, but it never ever falls
If my niggas ever need me, they know I am who to call

[Chorus: Saweetie]
Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me
Never been the one get R.I.P. up on a white tee
Keep my hands clean, got some hittas moving shiesty
Ask me if I’m rollin’ with some Gucci, bitch, I might be
It’s very unlikely my wrist ain’t lookin’ icy
Chargin’ by the minute ’cause my time is very pricey

[Outro: Saweetie]
Shout out to my girl, Kehlani, she killed that shit
From the Bay to Sacramento, North Cal, girl, we runnin’ shit
Icy