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[Verse 1]
I almost never do romance
I tried it 99 times, but it never really stood one chance
I’d rather chill with you like one of the homies
I always hated holdin’ hands
With all that money you’ll be touching, it will make you think I hold your hand
I rather play games with you like one of the homies

[Chorus]
So pass that controller
Who you gonna pick?
If I say the Lakers
I know that you’ll say the Knicks
[?]
[?]
Congratulations
That I picked your ass
If you like a girl who
[?]
Then congratulations
You meet your match

[Verse 2]
I almost never cut love
I mean if we just fucked, then I mean we just fucked
But I don’t like doin’ too much
I’d rather chill with you like one of the homies
I don’t say “bye” ‘fore I hang up
I mean if we just talked, then I mean we just talked
I really don’t like doin’ too much
I’d rather smoke with like one of the homies

[Chorus]
So pass me the roller
‘Cause it’s your time to crush
I know if I pick Sativa
We gon’ smoke Indica
50 Dollars [?]
[?]
Congratulations
[?]
If you like a girl who
[?]
Congratulations
You met your match

It’s like I’m lost you see
Auctioning off my sanity
Damaging my relationships
Sorry I missed your call it seems
I’m not the boy I was yesterday that’s the words that they claim I changed so they change on me kinda of rich but it rains on me
Somedays but money means nothing but we’re convinced that it does because we’re clubbing, cousins screaming "It’s all about the money!"
And brothers busting each other with guns they love it love it push it to radio feeding it to mind of the public
Dozens and dozens of poison rush over-flooding
Sound is more like a drug affecting and the brain like Robotussin
I am the medicine predecessors benevolent guess they be believing me pressure is of the elements
But no not stressing been chilling getting my rest I got skeletons in my closet caressing the treasure chest
I’ve been touring and moving and shaking, free money making, heart breaking around the world
Because what is giving is what is taken
Got beef relation with random entities hating
Thought of becoming Muslim
Life’s too short to not enjoy bacon
Still i don’t eat forever its on my plate and i guess i really can say i relate those who dislike its’ tasting
But its our nature to seek out an opposition is human kind self-destructive necessitating the hatred to fill the balance?
I guess the yin and yang is within us and we can’t hide it no matter how much we fake it
I’m a zenned out master, actual rap blaster, After math class gassing in the car filled with laughter
There used to be a chapter when i was young and mad about a 100 million facts i’m unathletic and a bastard
But now it doesn’t matter
I’m climbing up the ladder pockets fat asleep like the aftermath of jet lagging
And you don’t want this life bruh! and i would tell an asker of my life experience, to be a doctor or an actor
And it’s like I’m lost you see, oftenly walking cautiously
Constantly People Bother Me, offer me hella prophecies
Profiting off the prodigy, think I’m blinded but I can see
People full of shit I’m just here to give the colostomy
I’m on an odyssey, under pressure i’m cracking
They watching me watching me watching, watching i know they watching me
Schizophrenia haunting me runs in my family
And we got some problems beyond the fact that we cannot seem to stick together forever watching our fathers leave
Mama sister and aunty and grandma was all i’d really see at all these family reunions
And since i’m booming i’m like the man of the clan with the family on my back
But we got nothing so this how i live
Thanks to my loans i made throughout college
Graduate in debt because of the interest piling, by the time i pay it off i got kids ready for college!
Living without profit, working like a slave for a man who’s named Bobby
And Bobby went to Yale cause he’s children of children children of children of children children who daddy help build the building
Building my shit from nothing tell me this world is fair
Staring me in the eyes
Don’t you lie i might fucking lose it
Don’t lie i might fucking lose it
Don’t lie i might fucking lose it
Don’t lie i might fucking

[Intro]
Yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y’all
So how could I be mad that ain’t y’all
Same reason why I hate y’all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, aye
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye?
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you’re Ray Charles, aye

[Hook]
Aye, I don’t want no more pressure, no
Don’t want no more pressure, noo
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahha

[Verse 2]
Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I’ll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I’m your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy niggas really goin’ out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I’m Johnny Gat, ooh

[Hook 2]
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure

[Verse 3]
Aye, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They’ll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real
I’m tryna find your fuckin chill
I’m off this Actavis, I’m tryna pop a seal
I don’t do Xannies baby, no don’t do no pills
I’m just smokin on dope, baby, just thumbin’ through the mills, so ill

Uka Uka

[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down roll, stop, woah

[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
I ain’t finna dare you to move
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
And you actin’ like you sared of the room
This your shit
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
What the fuck?
Baby did you come cuffed?
Wanna get with ya
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
How I like your get up
Maybe we should get up
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Better not chit chat

[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
L-riding
All damn night
Night rider
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Can’t quell that shit
Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
In a crowded place, uh
Air so thick
Proabably woke the neighbors
Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I don’t even really like going out like that
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

[Instrumental]

[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Better not chit chat
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down role, stop, woah

[Verse 1]
It’s the birth of a star, earlier than sunset
It’s the galaxy’s water, flowing like a river bed
It’s the rain, oh the rain
Drown upon this summer day
Grown into a super nova
Back to where we used to play
It’s an infinity, as it feasts on time
‘Cause it constantly leaps, perpetual design
‘Cause we worship the key
The tide is going out now
As we look out to sea
Legs sprawled and head down

[Bridge]
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye

[Verse 2]
The time it took to realise
What you say bears sweet on my soul
Compliments with no surprises
Making routes straight to their home

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye

[Verse 3]
Rusty nail showing bruises
Not quite holding firmly now
Complications, falling useless
Alone until I work it out

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye

[Instrumental outro]