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[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a fuck, stole from all you niggas)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

[Intro: Rejjie Snow]
Love
Love

[Refrain: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Breakdance and boogie, my love
This is 1971
I crave that brain and that flesh
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
Say you wrap the plastic in white
Say you single all of my life
Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
Credit cards and losing my mind
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging that Whitney
I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me, so
Pink like pussy, extra pushy
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
Fame and fortune, all those habits
Pink and white, them panties matching

[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
Woo, fuck checks, see the necklace
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it
Huh, I told her "Baby, I’m sorry
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
We parted ways like she cheated with Moses
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
In Hollywood but I never see stars
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs

[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
Extra white, she’s so extra white
My appetite, I lost appetite
It’s paradise, we in paradise
So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so
I break the beat and I scratch it
She be like handsome, she be like dancing
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing
I was on abra, she was cadabring
No free smoke when your bae is gone
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?
New phone, who’s this? And my life’s on charge
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
All I see is fake love, insecurities
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mally Mall
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, ho

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed, comin’ in froze (froze)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to show-ow-boat (oh)
If she bad, I put a pinky ring on, snow globe
I’ma have that pussy on lock like po-po (yeah)
She was goin’ up and down like yo-yo (down)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
I don’t fuck with holmes ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Ooh, money on monsoon, baby girl, full moon (ayy)
Give these niggas with some money some room
She don’t stop, batteries not included
Oh, big ballin’ like Mutombo
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do this? (Do this, yeah)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, I’ma go and spend those hundreds though (hol’ up)
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (Man)
Pedicure gang, get your fingernails did
With no shame, flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (Hit)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
My feet higher than a motherfucker
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Baby, you know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’ve been workin’, so I cash in
She said, "I only wanna dance for you" (dance)
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview, she know the answer (answer)
Prototype cars, not a Jaguar (skrrt)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, ho
Pass around the pre-rolls
Rollie on my chain, Flava Flav with the steez, ho
Kush residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than snow
And a nigga be dressin’, walkin’ ’round, Gucci steppin’
Unintentional flexin’, tryna send out a message
Money walk with the extra, shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental, got your broad in the rental
20K in AOD and it’s just me and my kinfolk
Tryna send a girl to college, I ain’t coppin’ no free show
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo
Might just leave with me tonight, but that don’t mean she a freak ho
Fuck with dancers and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom, yeah, shout out Keisha Bottoms
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparkles
I pour up for all the girls, but I’ma drink out the bottles

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar pussy, but I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that bitch to come and ski
Shawty bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Bring her friend, if she with it, on the pole, y’all can split it
In the bed or the Lamb’ (or the Lamb’)
Got your bitch suckin’ dick on the ‘Gram (on the ‘Gram)
V12 helped me get up out the jam, trunk full of slam
R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey), back seat of my Benz (hey)
Put that shit on camera (hey), she squirted on the lens (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins
In the game, posted up (up), puttin’ numbers up (up)
Bitch, run me that check first, I don’t wanna fuck (yeah)
They say it’s cuffin’ season, baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
She want a real nigga, dawg, you ain’t hood enough

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin’ in the trenches
They hoppin’ in my clicque, inheritin’ my beef
Heard about when I was thuggin’, Maxo see inside the streets
Lil nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin’ on ’em
Wrinkled ass tee, even though he got the iron on ’em
Hoppin’ out of stolos, uppin’ sticks like pogos
Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don’t know though
Rob, rob, kick door, pray to god that this lick go
Serve raw indo, 20 deep at the Citgo
My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium
Get the job done, gotta problem, then they killin’ em

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

[Verse 2: D Flowers]
We the young niggas in the trenches that big brother just mentioned
Don’t even post a picture with no money, we comin’ to get it
I hit a lick on a sucka, you should’ve known something was fishy
I fucked that bitch and I blocked her ’cause she always up in my business
I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings
On some "Bad Boys" Will Smith shit, I’m on a mission
Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon’ run for them bitches
I should’ve been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin’ them fences
Fuck a detention, I rather fuck with suspension
Niggas been tellin’ since elementary, I ain’t fuck with no snitches
Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches
Stealin’ from teachers, shootin’ dice behind the bleachers
When it come to the beef and the choppa make a nigga Turner like Timmy

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin’ in the trenches
They hoppin’ in my clicque, inheritin’ my beef
Heard about when I was thuggin’, Maxo see inside the streets
Lil nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin’ on ’em
Wrinkled ass tee, even though he got the iron on ’em
Hoppin’ out of stolos, uppin’ sticks like pogos
Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don’t know though
Rob, rob, kick door, pray to god that this lick go
Serve raw indo, 20 deep at the Citgo
My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium
Get the job done, gotta problem, then they killin’ em

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

[Verse 2: D Flowers]
We the young niggas in the trenches that big brother just mentioned
Don’t even post a picture with no money, we comin’ to get it
I hit a lick on a sucka, you should’ve known something was fishy
I fucked that bitch and I blocked her ’cause she always up in my business
I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings
On some "Bad Boys" Will Smith shit, I’m on a mission
Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon’ run for them bitches
I should’ve been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin’ them fences
Fuck a detention, I rather fuck with suspension
Niggas been tellin’ since elementary, I ain’t fuck with no snitches
Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches
Stealin’ from teachers, shootin’ dice behind the bleachers
When it come to the beef and the choppa make a nigga Turner like Timmy

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga