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[Chorus]
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
Ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock

[Verse 1]
Stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em up, stick ’em
Take a nigga racks, and this bitch, it won’t miss ’em
Louis, Gucci, Prada cost a couple bands
Hit the mall, I’m spendin’, and I blow that money like a fan
Give a fuck about a fuck nigga, no
Bitch, we bustin’ at them duck niggas, yeah
Fuck ya bitch like bang bang, hell nah, I don’t gangbang
Y’all cuff a hoe, y’all lock ’em up, y’all send them hoes the chain gang
Tatted up like 2Pac, ridin’ ’round with two Glocks
That’s two guns, that’s too much fun, I pull up, y’all niggas run’
Lauhin’ at y’all niggas ’cause y’all niggas really broke, nigga
Fuckin’ with the fuckin’ rounds will get you slumped, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock

[Verse 2]
50K on your head, you’ll be gone in a day
I got racks, I got bands, hit the mall, and I play
I make your bitch throw up, no money, I don’t show up
Youngins on the block make the murder rate go up
I don’t even give a fuck about yo’ momma, nigga
Talk shit, then you gonna meet the llama, nigga
I ain’t even gotta worry ’bout no drama, nigga
A street president, call me Obama, nigga
Backin’ Migos, that’s the gang
Rich The Kid, nigga, that’s the name
I put a bullet in ya brain, you want a [?]
I don’t give a fuck about you or your clique
I had your baby momma and your sister suck my dick

[Chorus]
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
I’m ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
Ready to die like Big, against the world like Pac
All I got in this world is the racks and my Glock

Sorry
These mistakes I
Made (..)
When you needed me
I wasn’t there

I was young, I was dumb
I was so immature
And the things that I did
Made you so insecure
But baby, I’m still your man I swear

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

Is it to much that I’m asking for?
Can we start over?
Can we end this war?

I’ve been taking your love
I’ve been wasting your time
But is there still a chance
That may changing your mind before you
Go walking out the door

Oh you know I’m not perfect
If you leave I deserve it
But baby all I’m asking you
Is please please oh

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

Oh you don’t wanna wait another minute
You don’t wanna wait another night
Just trust me, Just trust me, Just trust me
Baby
Oh you don’t wanna wait another minute
You don’t wanna wait another night
Just trust me, Just trust me, Just trust me
Baby

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

Please be patient with me
Please be patient with me
I know I’m not what you need
But baby I’m gonna be
So please be patient with me

[Intro]
Mr. Green
Peace
It’s the Flygod himself
Lalalalalala
The luxurious
Lalalalalala
The Almighty
La
The gorgeous
The exquisite
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Boom
The incredible
Enough about me though

[Verse]
Ayo, white stripes on the black supplies
I pray to stay fly and alive
Homicide on top of homicide
Where I reside, don’t shit slide
They say power went to my head
Could’ve fell back, put a shot in his head
Could’ve aimed at his legs, but I knocked off his head
Fly as fuck in the streets, fly as fuck in the feds
Now the money green, go [?] for the bed
Now the coupe ’bout a mil and a half
Now my bitch got Stella on her ass
Grand on her soles while your baby mom’s trash
How many bricks in the stash?
Wore Ricks but my mind was on Rafs
Reverse the whole wave like Sonny in the Jag
Nigga, it’s the return of the mack

[Hook]
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Motherfucker
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Ayo
This shit feel like Hitler 2
This shit sound beautiful
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Free all my nigga, too
This shit feel like Hitler 2
Peace to where I’m from
Shit, pfft, yeah
Peace to all my niggas getting money
Yeah, this shit feel like Hitler 2
This that Griselda shit, nigga
Ow

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
I don’t worry no more

[Verse 1: Santigold]
Still asking where my money now
Like a walk in a park, got in love and I’m rollin’ up
He ain’t reachin’, zip it first
I got friends I got money, got no worries ’til it all dry up
And I can make you rain
Wash away the pain and a thousand BM up
Shit, I know what you mean
Ever mind is not the cash when I’m feeling love

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

Cause I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big league
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I gonna be the star on the scene

[Verse 2: Santigold]
Tell you what I’m chasing something never was
Reach that 40 ain’t got one to pull me up
Feeling fancy, kicking in I know I can’t stop
I [?] he know where I was
Give me some time, meet me up and give me love
And money make me that I never let enough
You Keep the fame, keep the phone and came up plus
Keep on dreaming, keep on rising high above

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

[Bridge: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

[Verse 1]
I never met nobody
Who sees the stars the way you do
Nobody that can love me
When I’m stumbling ’round the room
You put your hands on my body
And you give me that room
And I know that you got me
When I’m falling into you

[Chorus]
You take me high when I’m dropping low
And you show me places I never know
Even when we just running ’round town getting stoned
Boy, you put me back together again
A Coca-Cola Hennessey
Everybody says you’re no good for me
But you’re my fucked up remedy
Boy, you put me back together again

[Post-Chorus]
Put me back together again

[Verse 2]
When you’re laying with me on the car hood
Sharing such a sweet dream
You make me feel so classy
Like I’m an L.A. queen
You don’t care that I’m broken
You don’t care that I’m me
You just say that I’m golden
Like the cheese of this piece

[Chorus]
You take me high when I’m dropping low
And you show me places I never know
Even when we just running ’round town getting stoned
Boy, you put me back together again
A Coca-Cola Hennessey
Everybody says you’re no good for me
But you’re my fucked up remedy
Boy, you put me back together again

[Post-Chorus]
Put me back together

[Chorus]
You take me high, I’m dropping low
And you show me places I never know
Even when we just running ’round town getting stoned
Boy, you put me back together again
A Coca-Cola Hennessey
Everybody says you’re no good for me
But you’re my fucked up remedy
Boy, you put me back together again

[Outro]
Boy, you put me back together again
Boy, you put me back together again