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I can’t believe the things you said
Right now I wish that you would try
Try to stay near me
Try to be near me
Before I cry

Cause I am gonna need a well
To catch the pain and lift the spell
Like you won’t hear me
Can you try and hear me?
Before I cry

Hurry up hurry up
Before I lose you
Hurry up hurry up
Woah woah
Before you lose me too
Hurry up hurry up
Woah woah
Before I change my mind

Cause I’m gonna cry if you say you don’t need me
I’m gonna cry if you act like you don’t care
Promise me baby you know I can’t fake it
Why don’t you hold me
Tell me you love me
Before I cry
Before I cry

Could you please find another way
I start to think that I’m insane
Tryin’ to stay here
Let me just lay here
Before I cry

Hurry up hurry up
Before I lose you
Woah woah
Hurry up hurry up
Before you lose me too
Woah woah
Hurry up hurry up
Before I change my mind
Woah woah

Cause I’m gonna cry if you say you don’t need me
I’m gonna cry if you act like you don’t care
Promise me baby you know I can’t fake it
Why don’t you hold me?
Tell me you love me
Before I cry
Before I cry

I’m ’bout to lose it
It’s got so confusin’
Am I just repeatin’ myself?
Say somethin’ lovin’ to me before I crumble
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me

Cause I’m gonna cry if you say you don’t need me
I’m gonna cry if you act like you don’t care
Promise me baby you know I can’t fake it
Why don’t you hold me?
Tell me you love me
Before I cry
Before I cry
Before I cry

Have I said what I needed to say
Have you said what you wanted to say
Did you say what you wanted to say
Would you try and stop me
Before I cry

[Intro]
Kyrie, where’s LeBron?
Suck my dick!
Caution, danger
Caution, caution
Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie
Might break your ankle
Saucin’
Bitch!

[Chorus]
Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Sauce ’em up, Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie

[Verse 1]
Bitch! (Mudboy)
You know I’m on the green team (Bitch!)
Uh, boogers in my ear, make them say “Bling-bling” (Ching)
You know I’m the bomb, ball like I’m on TNT
Huh, Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I’m ballin’ in the sleeve (Sleeve)
Racks in my jeans (Jeans)
No ash on my fleece (Nah)
First round draft picks, throw ’em in the V (Car)
Two plus two, that’s fo’
I give ’em to the Cleve
Go divide two 11, sauce ’em up, that’s me ballin’
Like I’m at the JBC, huh
Ballin’ on the floor, you watch me from the nosebleeds
Talkin’ shit, I lay him down like Kyrie

[Chorus]
K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (I sauce ’em)
I sauce ’em up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (I sauce ’em)
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie (Bitch! Yeah)
Sauce it up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (Bitch! Yeah)
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie (I sauce ’em)

[Verse 2]
I said, uh
Young nigga, 19 (Teen)
Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I’m ballin’ in this league (Zero)
I said, “Ooh shit”
Rookie in this league, huh
Jayson Tatum, how I’m ballin’ on this team
I said, “Ooh shit”
Caution, danger (Oh shit)
Don’t try to guard me (Don’t guard me)
Might break your ankle
I said, “Ooh shit” (Bitch!)
Crossing danger (Caution)
I cross you over, and break your ankles
I said, “Ooh bitch” (Bitch!)
You know I’ll tame you (Tame you)
You say you taken (Taken)
I shake your ankles (Shake it)
I said, “Ooh bitch”
I be dunkin’ (Dunkin’)
And a layup (Huh-huh)
Have to 2K it

[Chorus]
I said K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
I sauce ’em up like Kyrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Sauce ’em up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie

[Outro]
K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
(Ooh shit, crossing danger)
Balling on these niggas like I’m at the, at the
At the JBC (Ooh shit)
At the, at the JBC (Crossing danger, cross you over)
Might break your ankles
Mudboy!
Oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Mudboy!
Bitch!
Mudboy!
Bitch!
(One, two)

[Verse 1]
Where’s the, where’s the… gas, gas?
Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass
Never too many, grab bags
Too many hoes with fat ass
Hole in the back of your head like a snapback
It ain’t no scheme when you tryna get the scouts back (Bitch)
Too many funny, shit like “Nigga, where the scouts at?” (Where?)
I like bad hoes (Bitch), they like me back (Yeah)
I got mad hoes (Yeah), gotta subtract (I got hoes)
Nigga ain’t tried me so don’t watch that (I got hoes)
‘Til a nigga try me, don’t watch that (No)
I ain’t Dej Loaf (Try me), nigga try that (Try me)
Get toe-tagged (Bitch), get body-bagged (Try me)
Cause we gon’ turn up, and leave the boy sad
‘Cause in the fucking world, this shit gets so mad
But it’s a grimy world, we was ’bout that (‘Bout that)
If i’s a grimy world, then niggas bout that
Bitch!
I mean, that’s what it is, niggas
Bitch!

[Chorus]
‘Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Yeah)
It’s a grimy world (Bitch) ’cause niggas on shit (Yeah)
116th, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
14th street, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Sheck Wes the hottest in the country (Uh)
Pull up on you blowin’ straight funky (Funky)
Lil Jon, how I get crunky (Yeah)
She on that posion (Uh), gettin’ drunk, yeah
Like I got asthma, can never leave the pump, yeah
‘Cause it’s a grimy world (Huh), ’cause niggas want want shit (want shit)
They’ll suffocate ya, like so quick
But this shit in my nature, I grew up too quick
I used to take the train to act a ass in public (Public)
And now my fuckin’ bae still act a ass in public (Yeah)
Lust boys, 30-plus, you should rush it
Run up in the spot, and go dummy (Uh)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Got shit)
They leave us young niggas with no options (No options)
They leave us young niggas with the robbin’ (Robbin’)
But I was Robin Hood (Hood), when I was robbin’ (Givin’)
Free my brother, AP, went down for the plottin’ (Bitch!)
Free my nigga, Mike, he went down for the plottin’ (Bitch)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Bitch)
‘Cause it’s a grimy world, and niggas ’bout shit (‘Bout shit)

[Chorus]
I said on 14th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Yeah)
59th street, I was wanted (Woo!)
Lustboys, nigga, we was wanted (Uh-uh)
Lustboys stay fucking wanted (Uh)
‘Cause we was young niggas (Bitch) that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
‘Cause we was young niggas that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
(With my, with my)
Bitch!
Gas, gas
(With my, with my, with my, with my)
Bitch, bitch
Immigrants, nigga
(Broke boys)
Bitch! Bitch!

[Intro]
Sheck Jesus
Fuckin’
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mud-Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mud-Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus (Jesus, bitch)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Hell no)
I just been so hot that I’ve been movin’ lowkey
Put Prius in my blunt, ain’t smokin’ no more O.G
It was fun and games, now it’s back to controlling
‘Cause… (Bitch)… I’m a fuckin’ star (Huh?)
Dead niggas, all up at my side (Bitch)
Dead niggas all up on my car (Huh?)
Anger in my thoughts, no trust up in my heart
Told my fuckin’ niggas, “It’s to the fuckin’ top”
Put it on my niggas, I can’t stop goin’ hard
I said, “Pull up to my body shop and get a paint job, bitch
Or don’t call this mechanic for the face job, bitch”
I hate to be explicit, I need face time, bitch
Why I say bitch so much? Let me explain it

[Interlude]
It’s the only word…
Where I can feel and hear all my anger
It don’t got nothin’ to do with like bitches
It’s just-
Bitch! Bitch!

[Verse 2]
I live a, I live a mudboy lifestyle, killers on speed dial
Don’t fuck with Sheck Wes, we gon’ break a ki’ down
Call that bitch 2K, how she blow me out
Shoot it on the 4K, might just put the leak out
Hot boy lifestyle, pull up with them thangs out
Nigga, I’m from New York, outside where we hang out
I just sip that poison, niggas sippin’ tea now
I don’t do the gossip, gossip, that’s for females
Ugh, you can cop it, but never for retail
Prices, couldn’t top it, flip it, profit resale
I like real bad bitches, I like dress with pink nails
I’m young and misguided, but I’m so into detail

[Chorus]
Legend like Kobe (Gas is my cologne)
Scrappy like Sprewell (Good fragrance what we smell)
Sheck Wes eight time (Packs comin’ in)
Sheck like Kobe, Sprewell (Send it by the Gmail)
Legend like Kobe (Gas is my cologne)
Scrappy like (Good fragrance what we smell)
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Legend like Kobe
Scrappy like Sprewell
Sheck Wes eight time
Sheck like Kobe, Sprewell
Gas is my cologne
Good fragrance what we smell
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the G, G
Packs comin’ in
Packs, packs, packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Good fragrance is what we smell

[Outro]
(Uh, na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na)
Mudboy
(Na-na-na-na)
I was wanted (Na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na)
Mudboy
I was wanted, wanted
Bitch!

[Verse 1]
Mudboy
Bitch
E-S, E-S, ESPN
They don’t like my rap style (Nah)
Now they want features (Nah)
I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes)
Arguin’ my damn ma (Fuck)
Fightin’ with my teachers (Bitch)
Skip my game for the fashion show (For the show)
One of my best decisions (Facts)
Backwood addiction (I got it)
I got a Backwood addiction
Ain’t the THC, that’s facts, non-fiction
Or is this shit fiction?
But remember in school, I ain’t pay attention
In school, I ain’t pay attention

[Chorus]
I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (Yeah)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S

[Verse 2]
Goin’ through a damn phase (Through a phase)
Goin’ through a damn change (Cosmos)
Goin’ through my damn passport (Passport)
I been goin’ through these damn pages
Smokin ‘on matter
Hoes sniffing on powder (Sniff, sniff)
The money bring the power
But the money bring you problems, so when..
You niggas can stuck, don’t call
Please don’t call, don’t call Sheck, Wes no more
Cause I ain’t pickin’ up my mothafuckin’ phone (Bitch)

[Refrain]
Do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough

[Chorus]
E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
They just want the turnt shit (Turn up, bitch)
They don’t like the sad music (Nigga, burn up)
Sheck Wes been in a sad state (A sad state)
You ain’t never had to do shit, huh? (Never)
You ain’t never had to (Fuck) go through shit (Bitch)
You ain’t ever have to (Fuck) go and shoot shit (Never)
You ain’t never had to (What?) go and shoot shit
‘Cause you ain’t never had to go through shit
You ain’t, you ain’t never had to

[Refrain]
That’s, that’s why do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talking about the motherfuckin’ dough (Bitch)

[Outro]
ESPN, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more (Bitch)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
W-E-S, E-S
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)