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[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, hold up
Got that old coupe outside
Yeah‚ yeah‚ hold up
Got that old coupe outside
That be Maaly Raw
Hold on

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up‚ yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay
She wanna pop up
Break it down‚ then she hop up
Now she givin’ that top up
Drinkin’ McQueen, no Vodka
[?] what she rockin’
Look like her booty talkin’
She got drip like a faucet
We record it then watch it
No, I won’t make a promise
All about makin’ dollars
Make it bounce like Impalas
Ooh you gon’ get me caught up
All that ass‚ I can’t fight the temptation (Okay)
Hard to keep the skirt down when she shake it
In the west, but smokin’ like Jamaicans
Can’t do nothing for her, if she basic
Got her with me rolling up and drankin’
Ass up in the air, the pillow where her face is
Aye, aye, okay

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Outro]
That be Maaly Raw

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[Intro]
Ay J, you know blud
Like  Adz would say, “ya’know I’m sayin?”
Daily  Duppy
Fanatics
Yo

[Verse]
How  long I been rappin’? Chip been snappin’
Diss  me, I diss myself better, B-Rabbit
Gaucho, I get my steak with some veg’ but I never had my beef and came out cabbaged
Chip  don’t have it, oh, he’s savage
Pot belly on me, yeah the champs’ do damage
Best friend moved to LA, said he saw the bigger picture and he ain’t on the mic, he trappin’
I ain’t oblivious to scales in the room
Boy  it’s piff when I spit off the scale when I boom
Big Chip got the wave, you got the plague, I pray please God keep us out the same rooms
Cah I’m about the good vibes, good life, tryna have a good time
Good guy but tell you what the hood’s like
You must’ve thought I’m a do it by the book guy
I’ma get the money by rook or crook like
I was in the mud, had to climb up for fresh air
Why you think it’s mic’ corn when they step here
Chip’s gonna run out of bars, not even next year
Why is it they wanna see you fall when you get there?
Get where? Get here, money or they get aired
Text Ash like, “yo fam has the cheque cleared?”
Boy I ain’t got a leng but I got a pen
I make a hundred in a year and only drop ten
Niggas can’t gun me
Raskit like Dizzee, nobody spun me
Step correct when I push, gotta love it, haters wan’ touch him
This chain Cuban, security Russian
I ain’t taking no chances
Stand still, see the diamonds just dancin’
Give gyally champagne, more glasses
Couple dry mout’ gyal just glancin’, what drink? Not askin’
It’s cool babe, hold this
Don’t drink if your body can’t hold it
LP, Dom P, I’m on my grown shit
You a wifey or thot babe, own it, it’s cool, I condone it
My mind been zoning, the weed shop that I go stays open
I got a few addictions but I’m coping
Like, sometimes I wanna quit smoking
Nah, fuck that, I’m rolling, I’m fucking bipolar
I don’t need diagnosing, I own up
I love young niggas chatting like olders
Cah boy I was twenty one feelin’ grown up
Now I see the generation gap and how it’s fuckin’ up the culture
Murder me a new rapper, charge it to the culture
Ain’t no pigeon ’bout to play with this vulture
I don’t get comfy, pussy I’m kosher, nobody told ya? Uh
Been reppin’, big spliff, back of the dance, two steppin’
Olders and youngers who call man a legend
Respect the R9’s and CR7’s
Cah Chip had tek then and got tek now
We don’t tek’ chat, he’ll make a boy tek’, bow
Everyobody claiming thrones, want the top chair
Stop it, the scene was poppin’ before you got here
I just got haters, I ain’t got rivals
I don’t like Christmas, me, I do Guy Fawkes
Rap game, washing machine, it’s all cycles
Niggas should be spittin’, they be tryna go viral
Newbies going at idols, clinical cycle
Been a while, yeah, I seen what time do
Married to the game, no homo
You wanna do ring? Nigga you’ll see what I do
I ain’t Tyson, I don’t bite man, prep up
But I’m Tyson, I get knocked down, get up
Man know the motto, been cash, man pen up
Rap game jarring but I ain’t quite fed up
I ain’t even talkin’ ’bout jarring youts
When I say fed up, I mean more food
I get the pen, start barking tunes
Stuck in your head like the Barking tune
We don’t spark, we bark these zoots
They’re no bite, we’ll bark these yutes
Who’s the young G that came through with the OG’s that can still out bar these yutes
Sitting here with this Gelato three five
I quit rappin’ before I’m three five
Your lyrical levels are knee high
Can’t kick up a beat like… like… rampin’

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[Intro]
Well we must be some zanies and fools
To  take a gamble on this love just like we do
What  a wonderfully crazy thing to do
Love like mine that we were powerless to choose
I’m so powerful every time I look at you
No  memory of anything I couldn’t do
It’s  possible, so possible

[Interlude: Chance the Rapper]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah,  yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Once upon a time I wasn’t sure of myself
I would always claim I never had no help
Look into the mirror, the most unfair of all
Hit  the Player’s Ball, it was unbearable
Another big birthday, another milestone
To make your birthstone feel like rhinestone
The caterpillars that had burrowed inside my belly
Started to flutter before I learned how to fly
I had a bunch of midlife crises ‘fore I turned 25
The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide
‘Cause when the teachers call you special, that’s a perfect disguise
I had to bury all the dancing that would burgeon inside
I got quiet, thought the silence was the perfect reply
I turn to Casper any time a nigga turn on the slide
Until I turned up at the talent show, a permanent high
I had Jesus behind the wheel before I learned how to drive
‘Cause it’s press

[Chorus]
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Once upon a time, a lady who tried twice
At being a good wife and giving a good life
To both of her lil’ girls with ballerina tights
She called up the RE/MAX and opened her own site
Clothes and open houses, hired her own type
Alimony is phony, she paid for her own flights
Crazy office parties, she’s throwin’ ’em inside
And my mama sealed my fate when she opened the invite
The lady had a plan, she knew it all in advance
The party was a good mixture of employees and friends
She told the people comin’ to make sure they bring their kids
Yeah, bring some food, but just make sure you bring your kids
After we arrived and after standing around
The lady take the glass and told us gather around
For a special performance from her daughters, she said it proud
But tonight they not my daughters, tonight they Destiny’s Child
Out from the back came three lil’ survivors
In formation, choreo tighter
One on the left, I think I might like her
One on the left, I think I might love her
Lady just folds her arms, rubs her hands
All of the lessons, learn how to dance
All of these moments left up to chance
Everything will go right as it can
It’s possible

[Chorus]
It’s possible
It’s possible
(Vous allez accomplir, vous allez accomplir, allez)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible
It’s possible

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Once upon a time, I had carats supplied
To a pair of fair rings I would share with the bride
Every kiss begins with clear cut clarity sides
They were forever, but marriage had an apparent decline
Now we live in fear of doin’ what our parents was tryin’
So every Rapunzel don’t got the kind of hair you can climb
Every since they lost a slipper, every pair that they find
They say these boots were made for dancing like Mary J. Blige
We live a life apart, life so hard
Life’ll never really end up like the start
We learn together how the back door feels
And we was jumping over brooms in tobacco fields
We was the same, all black folks still
Until the white man found out black votes steal elections
So they legitimized us, but behind us
It’s still black folks at the back door still
For every small increment liberated, our women waited
And all they privacy been invaded
Almost every trade I got through the slave owner
Dark skin, brown, nose round, but the Bennett made it
Now I wanna give it to her, Sierra Leone, serenade
Sometimes love come with its own barricade
Sometimes love just gotta hold, marinate
Let it hold, let it wait, here it go, here it go

[Chorus]
It’s possible (It’s possible)
It’s possible (It’s possible)
(Vous allez accomplir, vous allez accomplir, allez)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible
It’s possible

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayy, yo
Once upon a time, a girl from Trinidad
Had to fly to Canada and sneak into the land
Of the free and of the brave, feet under the sand
And I came in realizing nothing free in the land
Dreams of making money, had to split it with Sam
All that Making the Band, yeah, I could’ve did it, but damn
Had to really be on the come-up, had to stick to the plan
Went from rockin’ with Fendi, now Fendi know I’m a brand
That’s how God do, I’m in your top two
And I ain’t number two, conquered rap, then the pop too
You gon’ stop who? Get off cock, dude
Since “Itty Bitty Piggy,” giving bitches what they bop to
I met my husband when I was 17 out in Queens
If you love it, let it go, now I know what that means
While he was up North for a body
I bodied everybody and got known for my body
My nigga home now, he the Clyde to my Bonnie
‘Bout to walk down the aisle and be a mommy
Ooh, I remember when I cried like, “Why me?”
Now I wouldn’t exchange my life for Armani
Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming and then it hits me
Gotta remember who I am when it slips me
Kids running up to the car yelling, “Nicki”
All my bad bitches, I know that y’all with me
Fuck they thought was sittin’ in my seat?
Got a big bowl of ice cream sitting in my Jeep
Got some felons that’ll put you on ice, so don’t sleep
‘Bout to dead this whole beef and rock some gold teeth

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
It’s possible, it’s possible
It’s possible to me

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[Intro: Chance The Rapper]
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
Uh-huh
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
Yup, yup, yup
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
Let me tell you somethin’

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
You want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
You want a bag, you get a bag (A bag)
You need a bag, you get a bag (Bag)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
You need a bag
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
You need a, you need a, you need a bag
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
You need a, you need a, you need a, need a

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Ayy, ayy, I pull up in that Elon, all these niggas felines
I stopped smokin’ cigarettes, now pussy taste like key lime
Big ol’ Birkin bag she could lean on like a crutch
She said, “Babe, if it’s too crazy, that .380 in my clutch”
I say, “Yah, you know you my favorite shooter”
Yah, bing-bing-bang-booka-booka
Yah, we gon’ keep it out of court
We run plays, this shit a sport
We some Gs, we don’t want want pork
Beat go crazy, make it work, work, work
Shorty way too bad, she want a bag, not no purse
Screamin’, “Fuck the other grass”
She want that gas and not that dirt
She want that cash and I’m like Turk
I want that cash, and she like work, work, work

[Pre-Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’m just tryna get to it in a new way
With the band on a beeper or the two-way
We could get on the Venmo, what’s to it?
We could run just together, what’s to it?

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
When you want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)
You want a bag, you get a bag (A bag)
You need a bag, you get a bag (Bag)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)
You need a bag

[Verse 2: CalBoy]
I know I gotta get this money ’til my dyin’ soul
By the low, I come from the trenches, we was by the store
Baby, no, I don’t wanna buy your love, but my heart is cold
Gotta roll, all my homies old and I keep ’em close
Lucid dream, ridin’ that hemi thing, swear I do the most
Brand new fiend, she drink anything, she might need a Coke
Never sleep, gotta get to this bag, I ain’t goin’ broke
Wanna kick it with me, but I ain’t got no legs, I been on the go
I don’t go with no plan, better stick with your plan
Did you hear what I said? I don’t know what you sayin’
And you know I’m the man, let’s get to the deads
Let’s get to some bread, better hop out in your bag

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
When you want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)
You want a bag, you get a bag (A bag)
You need a bag, you get a bag (Bag)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go get it, go get it, go get it)

[Outro]
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Oh, tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)
(Tellin’ you now, now you’re my only one)

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[Chorus: Ben Gibbard]
Do you remember how when you were younger
The  summers all lasted forever?
Days  disappeared into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
I remember the summer Lil’ Chano got ahold of his household
The  same summer that widowed Gwyneth Paltrow
Back  when I could trust in my dogs like Balto
My family The Sopranos these niggas is altos
First  album, every track could be the outro
Velcro to shelltoes, things that we will outgrow
Used to rock South Pole, summers taking the 6 bus to South Shore
Never sold out but now we out-sold
That  was the summer I learned to love the great outdoors
Learned you get the fans if you can’t keep yo’ mouth closed
That summer left a couple Marx like Groucho
That halo can turn hollow, depending how low
That summer left a couple tan lines
I love my city they let me cut the line on the Dan Ryan
They walk on eggshells and landmines
They communicate with handsigns

[Chorus: Ben Gibbard]
Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever?
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever
Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever?
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
I remember the last summer of the teens
I can’t recall too many summers in between
Will Smith, Genie, Donald Glover, Lion King
My daughter on the swing like the 2017 Cubs
My daughter mother double-ringed up
Finger look like jean cuffs, or two lean cups
Used to have obsession with the 27 club
Now I’m turning 27, wanna make it to the 2070 club
Put the 27s down, Lord, give me a clean lung
Took the ring up out the box I know this ain’t no brief love
This story arc so sharp that it made the streets flood
This the type of covenant you keep love, deep love

[Chorus: Ben Gibbard]
Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever?
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever

[Outro: Ben Gibbard & Chance the Rapper]
Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever? (Summer everlasting)
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever