Chuck Berry – Big Boys

[Verse 3]
And you know why
When I was little bitty boy
No ifs, ands, or buts
‘Cause the big boys wouldn’t let me party with them
I was bright in school but my future looked dim
I was looking for joy
Yes, yes
If you love me like I love you, Mademoiselle [?]
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes

Yes, yes
I was looking for joy
And I learned to party like the big boys do
[Chorus]
Yes, yes, yes, yes

[Chorus]
When I was little bitty boy
Wherever they went you knew they wouldn’t let me go
[Verse 2]
When I was just a little boy like you
I didn’t let a single week pass by
I didn’t cry
Yes, yes
I wanted to do things the big boys do
Yes, yes

No ifs, ands, or buts
The girls want to stay and the boys want to play
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
I didn’t cry
And you know why
So let’s a-rock and roll till the break of day
When I was little bitty boy
When I ask ’em what’s happening, nobody knew
[Chorus]
Yes, yes
I was looking for joy
All of the big girls with their to
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes
I knew when and what
I didn’t cry
But when I found out where, what, when, and why
I would have known what goes up must come down
And I got suspicious and I wanted to know
Till the school dance when I first met you
Yes, yes
I knew when and what
[Verse 1]
I knew when and what
If I would have known what makes a world go ’round
And you know why

No ifs, ands, or buts

AFI – Hidden Knives

I’ll scratch a mystery just please continue
To pass your time – your empty time
Or, if you prefer, I’ll pen a murder
Oh, you know me well
So poorly I’ve hidden knives

I’ve penned the end over smarter lines
You will find them, you will find them
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
You will find them, you’ll find them
Well enough to find
(My hidden knives)
I left a little something on the altar for you
And we’ll put pen to page
On with your crime. It’s not that I don’t mind

To erase time and my, my empty life
I left a little something on the table for you
And we’ll put pen to page
And we’ll put pen to page
But we both prefer romantic murder
You will find them, you will find them
(My hidden knives)
(Oh, you know me well)
Oh, you know me well
(Oh, you know me well)

Surely sharpened knives
(Oh, you know me well)
So poorly I’ve hidden knives

You will find them, you will find them
You will find them, you’ll find them
(My hidden knives)
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
There is no mystery in my cadence
I left a little something on the table for you

So poorly I’ve hidden knives
You will find them, you’ll find them
So poorly I’ve hidden knives

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene╠ü Aiko) (Lyric Video)

Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)

Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
Your pussy drippin’
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
Get high
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Bust it, bust it wide
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe
Yeah, ooh
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Am I your type?
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Vibe is the realest
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Any volunteers?
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah

That’s a vibe
Yah

If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Let me slide
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
This one outta here, this is our year
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
All the bitches like it
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Don’t you like?
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)

Yeah, that’s a vibe

She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
I know you feel it (yah)
Late night
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Get high
Yeah, hahaha
That’s a vibe
Different vibe
Pussy tight
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
This my vibe, nigga
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Yeah, yeah

Selena Gomez – Bad Liar

No, no, no, no
But still all we do is fear
[Post-Chorus]
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Bigger than it used to be
Your touch like a happy pill
No, no, no, no
Guess I’m a bad liar

No, no, no, no
But just like the battle of Troy
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Guess I’m a bad liar
No, no, no, no

[Chorus]
Not to think about you
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
What could possibly happen next?
No, no, no, no
[Pre-Chorus]
All my feelings on fire
No, no, no, no
Not to think about you

I was walking down the street the other day
No, no, no, no
[Verse 1]
No, no, no, no
Not to think about you
Ooh, you got someone else
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Call me an amenity
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Tryna make it disappear
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
In my room there’s a king size space
No, no, no, no
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

Paint my kiss across your chest
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
[Post-Chorus]
And oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality
Not to give in to you
Even if it’s in my dreams
Not to give in to you

[Bridge]
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no
Be the art, I’ll be the brush
No, no, no, no
Tryna play it coy
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
Not to give in to you
Guess I’m a bad liar

[Chorus]
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I see how your attention builds
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind
[Post-Chorus]
Oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality
[Chorus]
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Then I see your face
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
If you want you can rent that place
There’s nothing subtle here
Trying to distract myself
All my feelings on fire
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
It’s like looking in a mirror
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
All my feelings on fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Not to give in to you
[Verse 2]
Not to think about you
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh, oh, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Can we focus on the love?
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no

Sylvan LaCue – Grateful

In anybody, but myself these days
I know I can’t help it, I know I can’t help it
Funny how you learn to fall from grace as soon as you touch the sky
The only real change is inside of you
Always want to talk about what I ain’t got instead of everything that I had
Boy I walk this road alone
I done ’bout prayed to God at least 8 hundred and 4022 times
Open up your heart and smell the roses
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Even my whole squad, that’s myself
I been mobbing with myself these days
Grateful, grateful, grateful

Feeling that who that nigga we that, Shawty Redd was my ringtone
Why your mind caught up in the future when it don’t exist yet

God with me in my lowest moments, blessings on blessings right under noses
You put dreaming on a pedestal"
Moments get forsaken, granted you feel taken
Even when the Sun shines from my eyes, I still find a way to go blind
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
I can have it all as long as I try
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I wish I could put my feelings aside
Only real change is inside of you

[Hook]
Everything’s going my way and I’m still losing my mind
Little did I notice, everything I wanted all was inside

Take a look around, all we got is now, life ain’t measured by no inches
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Used to play Kingdom Hearts in my spare time and bump Jeezy tapes to feel grown
[Verse 1]
So much on my mental balancing these worries heavy weighing like a bench press
I don’t ever stop to think about shit, dog, like why the fuck you so mad?
Couldn’t tell I need a spot until them bells is dropping on me I don’t invest
I was but a young boy with a no dream, can’t nothing ruin my day
[Verse 3]
God is giving you a better view
Grateful, grateful, grateful
I wanna dress so so bad, ain’t no feeling like myself these days
Blessings adding up, I should feel amazing
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
I do not know why I cling to my pride
I know I can’t help it, I know I can’t help it
Envious assumptions all too hard to function, dopamine consumption
Way before Apple Music and Spotify was all on my new phone
I need compliments and ego driven lunches, all to feed my gumption
[Hook]
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Made a lot of progress in my lifetime, dog, I done came a long way
Back and forth on my logic on a Tuesday night
Mama told me "Shake the Devil off and let it go

Stevie Stone – Options

Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
GPS up on the pussy, I can ping that shit
(Hoes get to poppin’)
We been makin’ power moves, watch the team get rich (get rich)
(Man that boy got options)
I brought the big box – call me manic though
Send them packs out, ain’t got no moderation

Man that boy got options
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Hoes get to poppin’
Hoes get to poppin’
(Hoes get to poppin’)
Listen I’m knockin’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Smokin’ weed, all I know

I done blacked out, come here for confirmation
Man that boy got options
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
I was on [?], got my wings ‘n’ shit
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Went and touched down, better raise up
(Hoes get to poppin’)
I feel like 2Pac, bitch I’m Makaveli
Roll up (roll up), Roll (roll up), Roll (roll up)
(Listen I’m knockin’)
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Went and latched out, I got ’em kinda hatin’
(when the base get to droppin’)
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’

[Post hook]
(when the base get to droppin’)
(Man that boy got options)
[Post hook]
Well I’m back now, feelin’ underrated
(Listen I’m knockin’)

When the base get to droppin’
[?]’s that bitch
Flex on me, naw – I crack the cantaloupe

Get it, get it baby boy
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
[Hook]
[Hook]
She from Daytona, got a sneak peak
Her body pokin’ out, she let me skeet skeet!
[Post hook]
I’m here to make my rounds, Stevie showin’ up
Hit the club body vocal, what a sea I get
When the base get to droppin’
I’m just sayin’ now (sayin’ now)
Throw the [?] wide open, shoulda’ seen that bit
Stevie Stone

[Verse 2]
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Listen I’m knockin’
All my green goes lit

Man that boy got options
Momma juggin’ on ’em, she look like Halle Berry
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Hoes get to poppin’
Got that A1, that’s that uncut
Listen I’m knockin’
(Listen I’m knockin’)
[Hook]
Well I’ma get that bit
Choosin’ give ’em Adderall [?] blockers bitch!
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’

She be poppin’ (she be poppin’)
(When the base get to droppin’)
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Niggas hatin’ on me! We gettin’ paper
[Intro]
(Man that boy got options)
[Verse 1]

Omelly – Play By The Rules (feat. Yfn Lucci)

Thinkin’ a [?] in the grave, nigga I had enough
Fuck a pop in your leg, I’m shooting chest and up
‘Cause you can make the news any minute
I ain’t got no rap if you told, I knock your grill off
Ain’t nobody safe in this bitch, nigga I’m goin’ off
Everybody fuck with these rats, fuck is I’m doing wrong
Got to play the rules if you in it
Real shot caller
Look at these fuck niggas bitching, they seen that red dot
I’m only getting to it, I ain’t one of those bulls
I’m only getting to it, I ain’t one of those bulls
60K on ice, that was somethin’ light
‘Cause you can make the news any minute
Look, pressure [?] and you know that right
OTL!
Stacking paper, this is my year
I know niggas in your crew ain’t never did shit and it ain’t nothin’ to get your whole crew hit
Niggas sleeping on me, I bet they slippin’ up
In my hood we meet up and then we let it fly
Used to fist fight, now we carry pipes
Caught a case in this snitch, fuck is you doing dog

‘Cause you can make the news any minute
Stacking paper, this is my year
You better play by the rules if you in it
Everyday got a [?], now
Got to play the rules if you in it
If you not getting money, what you out here for?
I’m on my time and I’m out here
If you not getting money, what you out here for?
Only time you shooting shots is when is with the down ball bruh
Take from me and I take your life
Better play the rules if you in it
‘Cause you can make the news any minute

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Toting big boy shit, now step your weapons up
[Intro: Omelly]
Had these fuck niggas talking, I guess they wanna die
‘Cause you can make the news any minute
A young nigga from the street
And if a nigga play with me get him gone tonight
[Hook: Omelly]
[Verse 1: Omelly]
Let the .40 pop your top like a black bottle

[Hook: Omelly]
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I’m on my time and I’m out here
No more wrong to right
Better play the rules if you in it

BROCKHAMPTON – Heat

When I’m off it
For any politician talkin’ shit, givin’ issue
I been fucking sinning
Of kicking in the doors
‘Cause I could smell the money
Nosotros odiamos a la policía
And I got mirror feelings
Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning in the creek of my emotions
Hit the forehead, chest left right, I’m grinning
Shotta
Here go another pistol
I’ll send a bitch to get ya
Another black man in the screen, it’s official
I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Fuck you!
Give me something or a body, only way I’ll leave
Shotta, ohh
And your bitch came in, rubbed up on me
I hope you get offended
And this ain’t clean shit
I hate the way I think
Yeah, my bitch got badder
So now it’s off to millions
Asses on the ceiling
Be that, the number one shotta
This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me
Fuck another CKGA CKGA
Wearing mink on me
Just like me, mommy, and my Bredrin
[Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Put a missile on you when I’m on that blocka

Me llamo Roberto
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
So I need two shots of everything that’s on the fucking menu
I love to watch ’em squirm
I could taste the weed
Fuck you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
If she’s sucking on the barrel, you can’t hear her scream
My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
I know I’m tryna change, but it’ll never work
[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That’s the first one to go

Talking ’bout release dates
That’s the first one to go
Suck a dick about it
I’m trying to make it to tomorrow
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you
For all you little demons
[Bridge: Joba]
[Outro: Matt Champion]
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Came in, raided all your pockets

Trying harder to be open

I came to fight for it
Fuck you!

Who done called the cops on my niggas?
So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know
Shit, my ass got badder
The first shot I blow
And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it
I know you got the product
Rearranged on me
And I forgave them bitches
Cop coming on my block for the answers
Who done called the cops on my niggas?

We riding out the spirit
[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Just end up more broken down than when I started
The first shot I blow
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
I got the magazine for the pistol
So don’t play fucking stupid
Bet ya life on it
This aggravated Larson
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Yeah you see the chain
Pray to god about him
I’m dancing with myself setting fire to the venue, motherfucker
[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
‘Fore all you changed on me
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
Sipping Cris’ on ya
I got no time for your question Huh?
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
And you’ll be thin, you’ll be issue when I’m off it, off it

Fuck you!
Man, I hit the lotto

Starting thinking I ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep
Este es mi amigo, Jabari
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome
Of fucking center folds
I hate the way it looms
I love when bitches bleed
So kiss the fucking carpet
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
It’s monsters in your home
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
And then I’m out the door

Young Thug – Free Blac Youngsta

All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
Free Blac Youngsta
Let it dive in take the top off
R.I.P. yo momma
Slatt!
Promise I can stand and gon get it
Off White, Saint Laurent belt
Free my dogs

Lighting these woods in the morning
I just got a new Mulsanne, and I’m boutta park my Bentley
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta

[Chorus]
Free Blac Youngsta
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
Hop in foreigns with the top down
Side to side and down, woo, woo, woo
And some girl recording me, Prince
I just spend a bag on Dusse
Act like your walk, ooh
Imma make her swallow my nut
Sucking up, all the top down
We still go up on a Tuesday
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
I got fours poured up
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
Get some more bands for these bitches
Ring around the Rosie, woo, woo
Free my dogs
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
I might be fresh off a bean
I don’t wanna sip of punch
Wheezy beats
I just caught the dawgs, ooh

I like your walk, ooh

Hunnids like limousine
Sucking up, all the top down
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
yo momma R.I.P.
Ice in the cup don’t melt

All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
I just got some Goyard frames, and I’m boutta take your bitch today
I can see you flexing drinking Tuss
Sucking up, all the top down
Let it dive in take the top off
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
[Chorus]
Bitch tryna drown me i’m swimming
Let it dive in take the top off
Gave a couple racks to your momma
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
Everything Bobby me
Free my dogs
I’m eating Hot Cheetos and shit, still recording know what I mean
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
How they gone suit theyselves
Free Blac Youngsta
I’m out here, ‘cuz I be lurkin
I just switch the bands or you’re paying, real niggas
Hop in foreigns with the top down
yo momma R.I.P.
Fuck around and turn it up
[Intro]
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
And I’m not 2 Chainz, but I’m riding ’round and I’m getting it
[Verse 1]
Lighting these woods in the morning
You can ask Sprite by us
I might be fresh off a perc
Living it up, to let you ball, ooh, ooh, ooh
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
You don’t fuck with me for what?
Lighting these woods in the morning
We go ’round and ’round, woo, woo, woo
Gave a couple racks to your momma
I was drinking Act and nothing else
Lil shawty she Phillipine
Bouncing up and down, ooh, ooh, ooh
I’m about to turn up
Hop in foreigns with the top down
I pack out this hoe and skirt
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
Gave a couple racks to your momma
I might be fresh off a murk

Yo Gotti – Top Looking Down (feat. Meek Mill)

A million dollar smell like some cologne
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
That bitch ain’t bad if she ain’t did it on her own
Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow
Count that paper with my eyes closed
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Yeah, came through for the payback
Fake niggas at the bottom
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Threw that pussy at me like a spiral
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Niggas thinkin’ we cool, naw nigga ain’t none of that
That’s my paper, let her taste that
Bought the dawgs [??] wraith back
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
We bust down that Rollie just to show niggas (ha)
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
Patek Philipe and I can’t even set the time
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
[Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
We don’t do plain jane this shit for old niggas (bust down, bust down)
Wrist rocky like A$AP
We bust down that Rollie, we don’t owe niggas (no)
I leave nothing on the table, I’m a greedy a nigga
Bought the bitch a li’ Birkin bag
Real niggas at the top
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich nigga they can’t check I’m on one
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Club lit, club lit

Real niggas at the top
That’s your bitch, tell your ho to close her legs (oh boy)
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
I won’t give that pussy back they say I’m acting selfish
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas
I be goin’ so hard they try to ban me
Real nigga in real life, you a real nigga on the internet
You see me ’round some niggas know they all real
I made 20 million dollars ain’t shit you can tell me
Where the fuck my banger At
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don’t fail me
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
Plain jane, that’s thirty cash, all bust down we ain’t playin’ that
Caught me with that bitch and she went viral
Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
Nigga we lit, I’m in MIA

I be getting to the money ain’t no plan B
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
[Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Buyin’ time but I’m still runnin’ late
Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho

Fake niggas having fake issues, all you hatin’ niggas put a end to that
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
Why the fuck he ain’t think of that
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Fake niggas at the bottom
Aye, we don’t want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch)
Shout my young bull word to my Philly niggas
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players
Pulled up in a Maybach
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real niggas at the top
Stevie J bring the record back

wifisfuneral – Run It Up (feat. Smokepurpp)

Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
I got about 12 bricks on my wrist, shit
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Little bitch suck dick
Eat up that molly like fruit
And if I die before I wake I pray I see a million
Compress them Xans then make them bands, that recipe I tell you
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
$2500 a shoot
Pussy Sweet, you can’t hang with me
Pussy Sweet, you can’t hang with me
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Glaciers all over the stoop

[?]
I poured a 4 of chronic, smoking on that green crack
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
223 doing an uppercut aye
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Bands on me that’s what I do aye
My left wrist going to kick it right up from the bitch, damn

Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
You can’t bang with me, I got mud just like a G
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
223 doing an uppercut aye
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Got me a check so I fuck it up aye
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
[?]
I don’t give a fuck about no bitch shit, come get this
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Big body getting super dome aye
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
You can’t bang with me, I got mud just like a G
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
You can not fuck with the crew aye

Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Man I think it’s safe to say that I’m the shit
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh

[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
My diamonds kicking like they Lui Kang, boy that shit attack
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Diamond flooded like the roof
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
I’m drunk off of champagne, diamonds glistening
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
I don’t know what these lames do aye
I’m skrt’ing off right in that Audi screaming fuck 12
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Blind 45 in the coupe
Need me bag so I run it up aye
[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Fucking that bitch, I’m like ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Man, I’m still spending independent money
Off a percy in a uber truck
[Hook: Wifisfuneral]

The Underachievers – Saint Paul

Carving my name in the Earth’s core
How you could manifest a castle from out of your mind
Ain’t no time to be pretending, young nigga, do what I want
Uh, showing niggas to grind

I stood in the rain drops, sun came in the same spot
I ain’t hating, get your paper, but the best only the savior
Walked in penny loafers, now pushing the Tesla Roadster
I’m delivering Sun on Earth
[Outro: Mello]
Built a legacy out the pain, my inner core like Thor
I be bumping that Solange, thinking, ”Will we meet again?”
Appetitus set for chaos, if they play us
What’s the discrepancy, raising up the youth on command
But I’m on they necks just like cologne
Uh, I’m just the soul beneath the skin
HAN
Mark my calendar this year, I turn to cannibal beware
Nigga I remain hot
I fear for thee living so casually
Leopard Shepherd on my Adolf, got these rappers gone AWOL
Yea, I turn to cannibal beware
Talked to millions Kelly Kapoor
[Verse 2: Solace]
[Bridge: Mello]
How you could put down any substance that’s dimming your shine
Some portray the greatest but lately been imitating
But stars shine anyway to feeling closer
Underrated like Andy Stone
Now I’m stuck in a dilemma, I thought you was one of us
I push this thermostat to limits
See me chasing bread, but I’m keeping my heart Kosher
That’s how you blend the cultures
Different flavors working together to make the recipe
Going harder at my job, how I display my revenge
Whether cold air is in the building
Like open sesame, don’t discriminate
Plan it in my layer, this my planet I’m the heir
It’s so far from all that
Niggas running out of time, we looking at the same watch
How you could switch over your path if your life is in crime
I used to think, sky seemed hard to reach
Any challenge I prepare, turn my talent to a spear
I don’t split up the people separately

I’m fucking with the winners, you niggas get left in dust
Real meaning of glow up, the sun ain’t never slow up
Momma always told me, "Be careful with who you trust”
Lose my sanity so casually, caries be full of casualties
Uh, and I done lost so many friends, so much fucking with syringe
I do not exist
Going over Hazdur, assassin fly like a vulture
To come properly seek the throne
[Verse 1: Ak The Savior]
Nowadays be living large, whip the Beamer or the Benz

Can it, if you cannot speak, nothing no less than masterpiece

Abra – Play (feat. Stickz Greenz)

I’m the dope, now I hear you strung out and you want some more
[Pre-Chorus: ABRA]
Take what you said back, uh, uh
Just throw it all away like you ain’t ever met me
You think I was on drugs

Call the [?]
Now it’s coming clear, you see
[Verse 1: ABRA]
[Pre-Chorus: ABRA]
[Chorus: ABRA]
Know that you ain’t meant that
I know you love games and you not ’bout to play me
I know that my name keeps you up late and crazy
Wonder why I never put my tongue on it
Take what you said back
Wonder why I never hit the blunt when you put bud in it
Yeah, mm
Take what you said back
Shit, maybe I was, but I’m awesome
You never met me
I know that my name keeps you up late and crazy
That’s some shit
Take what you said back
I know you love games and you not ’bout to play me
I was on that late grind
Wonder why I never put my tongue on it
Now it’s coming clear, you see
Just throw it all away like you ain’t ever met me
[Intro]
You think I was wrong
Funny how I knew you even better than you knew yourself
You like me when I’m nailing it and it is in a coffin

Wonder why I never hit the blunt when you put bud in it
Take what you said back
I know you love games and you not ’bout to play me
[Post-Chorus: ABRA & Stickz Greenz]
You think it a bomb
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just throw it all away like you ain’t ever met me, yeah
Take what you said back
I know that my name keeps you up late and crazy
Yeah, mm
Yeah, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
Now I see you starting to see things clearly
Let you know
Call the other bitch that you knew so well
Take what you said back, uh, uh
You know I already exercised you out so call the [?]
[Post-Chorus: ABRA & Stickz Greenz]
Take what you said back, uh, uh
You thought it was playtime
Now I see you starting to see things clearly
I know you love games and you not ’bout to play me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
Never met me
Never met me

Call the other bitch that you knew so well

Now I need a six pack
I know that my name keeps you up late and crazy
You never met me
That’s a no, you know I don’t fuck with those
Why you tryna act like you make time
Years ago, you evaporated from an overdose

You never met me
Feel it in my gut
Take what you said back
Now I lost my baby, you’re an orphan
Funny how I knew you even better than you knew yourself
[Verse 2: Stickz Greenz]
Yeah, mm
[Chorus: ABRA]
Let you know

Just throw it all away like you ain’t ever met me, yeah
That’s some shit
You never met me

Rejjie Snow – Sunny California

Hands off my Oscar
All the pain ache and I hate laughter
Aim straight but my fame makes
Alexander my first name
White lines and beer claw
IDs that look fake
Mercury like you play Queen
Teardrops and I hate rain
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)
Face tats on my OG
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
I was chosen, hopeless virgin like your necklace, dancing
They say there’s beauty in reflections

Smoking marijuana
Everything is so mundane

[Chorus]
Bankrolls and I feel good
Yeah, time flies when you smoke weed
Smoking marijuana
Sunny California (sunshine)
Smoking marijuana
Sunny California (sunshine)
You swing like Raja
[Verse 2]
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)
Slap you like lotion
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
Dreams fell like skyfall
Feel good, feel great
All you ever do is blow me kisses, and some
[Verse 1]

Tap dancing on all you rappers
Tom Ford in your LV
New whip and I feel great
Black girls that love Malibu
Sunny California (sunshine)
Sunny California (sunshine)
My gun, it don’t shoot backwards
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
[Chorus]
Smoking marijuana
Hands off my Gosha
Chrome wheels and they spin good
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)

Aldous Harding – Imagining My Man (Party Album)

It’s not what I thought and it’s not what I pictured
All my life (hey!) I’ve had to fight to stay
[Verse 2]
You were right (yes!), love takes time, hey, hey
I do not have the answer

[Chorus]
You have this dream, apparently I’m not done
[Chorus]
I know that imagining my man
All my life (hey!) I’ve had to fight to stay
You were right, love takes time, hey, hey
It can be so hard to forgive
You are so nervous all of the time giving the classics
[Bridge]
Be honest, respectful
All my life (hey!) I’ve had to fight to stay
I’m going to answer, protecting

When I was imagining my man
I hope one dream will get the [?]

You were right, love takes time, hey, hey
But I don’t have the wish to go back
If you get [?]
[Verse 1]
Lucky to be given the chance
[Chorus]
You were right, love takes time, hey, hey
Imagining, imagining my man
All my life (hey!) I never tried to stay
I leave and it’s twelve-fold