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XXXTentacion want his fans to jam to his new EP A Ghetto Christmas Carol for the holidays.

The Lauderhill rapper has had a rocky year but he is looking to close out 2017 on a high with this new five track EP. You can find singles such as “A ghetto Christmas Carol,” “Hate Will Never Win,” “Up Like An Insomniac,” “Red Light,” and “Indecision.” He is listed a producer on the single “Up Like An Insomniac” along with Ronny J who produced most of the project.

Surprisingly there are no Christmas themed song on the EP despite the title being A Ghetto Christmas Carol. On his self-produced song “Insomniac” he raps about his fame and riches in a fiery freestyle over a bass heavy beat. “Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh / Bag from Margiela, uhh / Bad little b**ch, she Spanish / Speak no English, got no manners / Just like a gnome, I’m at your home / Right on your yard, shoes are Goyard,” X raps.

XXXTentacion has an upcoming court date set for December 15th where he could very well be taken into custody as the prosecution look to lay down more charges against him. He is currently charged with domestic battery by strangulation, witness-tampering, false imprisonment, and aggravated battery of a pregnant woman.

Kodak Black learned the hard way that he should respect the OGs in hip hop.

Yesterday, the “Tunnel Vision” rapper posted a meme on Instagram where he compared some JAY-Z lyrics from back in the 90s to some of his own recent lyrics. What he was insinuating is that he is a better rapper than Hov where he basically said all Jay raps about in the 1990s was “Money, cash, hoes.” That line was taken from a chorus off his 1998 classic album Vol 2 … Hard Knock Life.

In contrast, Kodak shared some of the lyrics from his single “Can I” where he raps about balling stunting and wanting to live long enough to raise his son. “Can I ball? Can I chill? / Can I stunt? / Would I live long enough to raise my son? / Made something out of nothin’ / And nothin’ what I’m from / Can your boy do something productive for once?” Kodak Black raps. Though he only shared the chorus from JAY-Z’s song, there is a lot more to the song than just that.

Here is what Hov said, “Flavors robust platinum and gold touch / Y’all rap now, fast money lets slow it up / Ni**az try to stop Jay-Z to no luck / Roc-A-Fella forever CEO what what / Us the villains, f**k your feelings.” If you step back and take a look at the project that Kodak Black released the single on, Lil B.I.G. Pac, it is full of nostalgic imagery.

Hip hop fans ceased on the moment to remind him that he cannot be compared to a rap titan like JAY-Z who just released possibly the best rap album of the year, 4:44. “This is f**kin retarded he just compared his self to j z … first of all let’s start with future ,and yo gave the worst example of a 90 s song tf,” one fan wrote in the comment while another added, “What gives you the confidence or assurance enough to post things like this?”

[Verse 1: D Double E]
Lyrical Incredible Hulk
I get money and I get it in bulk
Make a MC go home and sulk
Them man can’t show me the ropes
Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
Them man there on a slippery slope
Them man there must think it’s a joke
Them man are snorting too much coke
Cuh you can put me to the test
Blood, there’s no contest
Which soundboy wanna test?
Right now, blud, I don’t care less
You can make a bird call to the nest
I got man that wanna invest
I got labels showing interest
Can you smell that lemon zest?
If you see me with an empress
You better check out the bum and breast
Yeah, let’s go home and rest
Let’s quickly undress
Yeah everyting cool and bless
In life, man have to progress
I want more success
I want more success, cuh

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
I’m the best MC
North, south, east to the west MC
Skillwise big up my chest MC
Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
Like who’s gonna test MC?
I tell my dons go fetch MC
Don’t leave until you catch MC
I’m no basic but I am a next MC
No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
Look into my face and read my lips clearly
I’m telling you, I am the best MC
I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne
Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
Dallas falcon crest MC

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 3: D Double E]
I’m that lyrical arsonist
Them boy there ain’t even half of this
Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
I don’t know what them men are on
I don’t know what them man are thinking
I will bun them like cherry bomb
Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
Them men are losing the plot
Feel the fire blazing, blazing
No hold back, no energy saving
Sizzling like steak in the pan
D Double E and his right hand man
Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
Stick with the plan, stick with the program
And if I like your gyally
Wham, bam, thank you, maam

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this cash like family don’t matter
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche Carrera

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

[Verse 2]
Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

[Intro]
DJ Chose
I was out there on the hustle
I know you remember me
No more sleeping on the floor
I got some money finally
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 1]
11 years old I was sitting on the block
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock
Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 2]
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it
Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
120 on that ranch, on my own two
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues
I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty