All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
She want to eat me in traffic, sweet, come on I wasn’t even tripping on that ’cause I honestly just got her number last week I was even trying to fuck, I was sleep She don’t even want to trick she a boss She don’t even like the cut, she a lady She don’t let niggas fuck, niggas lazy She won’t even let me fuck ’cause I’m Baby Shit, I’m good either way ’cause I’m player And she know I ain’t tripping on shit, got wounds in my back Been stabbed by the people that I love, more than the people I call haters I been through that shit, it can’t faze me I think I got numb, feel just like somebody tased me In traffic right now with her and yeah I got a gun, wherever I go Imma take it
All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Catch me out in traffic with a freak Catch me out in traffic with that heat Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass bitch, who love gangster shit way more than me Hopping out the car with a badass, never trust a smile and a fat ass Jonathan was always good with the numbers, won’t worried ’bout nothing but math class Looking at the niggas that I ran past Shitting on these niggas, Imma get them mad And I ain’t trying to change not a God damn thing ’bout me, for you All yous could kiss my damn ass, even at the Grammys yeah, I let my fucking pants sag
All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
All the bad bitches love fast ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a bad ass broad Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
Yeah, yeah, gang Me and my gang we, yeah nigga we Me and my gang we Don’t come around, fucking with me and my gang Gang Oh lord, Jetson made another one!
Still with this shit, yeah Still with this shit, yeah Still with this shit, yeah Still with this shit, yeah Remember we said we were never gone change Still with this shit, yeah Remember we said we were never gone change
We was ahead of the game, you turned your back on your mans like a lame, yeah Niggas be ready to fold, that’s how I know me and them not the same I go to hell, go to jail ’bout my gang I go to hell, go to jail ’bout my gang
Still with this shit, yeah Still with this shit, yeah Remember we said we were never gone change Still with this shit, yeah Remember we said we were never gone change
Yeah, yeah, this not a gang The only thing I know is family, I ain’t trying to give out no rank How you gone make a M, trying to hate? How you gone fuck with bitches, but broke? You must gone fuck that bitch ’till she break How you gone call that nigga your bro? Knowing you trying to steal chips off his plate Plus I know they wonder why I never break, the niggas hate, but I God on me I open my door, suicide You my gang then I want you to ride Type of nigga, they won’t let me in with my gang, I just might fuck around, sit outside The reason I’m winning, I won’t lose my pride Just me and my gang
Still with this shit, yeah Yeah, nigga we still with this shit yeah Yeah, nigga we still with this shit yeah Still with this shit, yeah Remember we said we were never gone change Still with this shit, yeah Remember we said we were never gone change
We was ahead of the game, you turned your back on your mans like a lame, yeah Niggas be ready to fold, that’s how I know me and them not the same I go to hell, go to jail ’bout my gang I go to hell, go to jail ’bout my gang
Still with this shit, yeah Yeah, nigga we still with this shit yeah Yeah, nigga we Remember we said we were never gone change Still with this shit, yeah Remember we said we were never gone change Yeah, gang
[Chorus] Gimme some turn up (Gimme some raw shit) Gimme some shit that’s gon make niggas pull out they pistols and commit a murder (Summa dat uh) But only if they got to oh my God I shot you I snuck in this bitch with my burner (With that boom) Yea I’m that nigga they heard of givin out shells no turtle (800Kay got them beats, coach) Pullin up Double R in this bitch swervin
[Verse] You didn’t wanna do that on Monday I ain’t trippin text back came and brought me that pussy on Thursday In this bitch with that blicky they heard me Take them balls and she dribble no jersey Take that meat and she eat it no burger (She eat) fuck with me gotta be freaky no virgin Niggas buying hoеs sneakers and purses (Can’t bеlieve) Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses two hundred pounds of OG for my verses (Two hundred) And I still got that pussy for free I ain’t paying no hoe to fuck me bitch I’m perfect (Uh, uh) Still might get you a flight if you worth it I been turned down for a minute I can pay Have me walk down on a nigga (Fuck em) He can die now got him got him felons (Go) He get bust down when you spin em (Yee) If she ain’t a slut gotta get on (Gone) Can I get fucked when I get home (Dee) Cap ass rap niggas just getting juiced (Huh) I been turned up since a flip phone If she ain’t a slut gotta get on (Gone) Can I get fucked when I get home (Yea) Lace ya shoes up put the fit on nigga Hoppin out the truck with that shit on lookin like [Chorus] Gimme some turn up (Gimme some raw shit) Gimme some shit that’s gon’ make niggas pull out they pistols and commit a murder (Summa dat uh) But only if they got to, oh my God I shot you I snuck in this bitch with my burner (With that boom) Yea I’m that nigga they heard of givin out shells no turkey Pullin up Double R in this bitch swervin, bitch
[Intro] I will never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever talk to you again Because you deadass mothafuckin wrong bitch I know you see me callin yo mothafuckin phone And you ain’t answerin you, yea got me fucked up (Xjay) Yeah, fucking on her with no condom, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I be fucking on her with no, fucking on her with no Fucking on her with no, fucking on her with no (Lets go) (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) (Let’s go nigga, Baby, nigga) [Chorus] Don’t need no new baby mamas (Not right now, you know what I’m saying) Still I be fucking on her with no condom, Oh no That’s how she told me she want it If we do have a kid, she ain’t ugly, no And plus the bitch told me that she love me I’m talking ’bout she bad too, bitch got a bag too
[Verse] Look, I’m only gone do this with you, bitch you better not be doing this with all of these niggas When I first hit you raw, I was through, you was gangsta ’till then now you all in your feelings (Me too) Gotta cut back on calling them bitches Better not be calling them niggas Said you wanted a dog you gone get ’em Said you wanted a dog you gone get ’em Bitch you gone make me sit down, I bring this chocolate shit back, bitches know how I get down Don’t bring them with me, keep it player, bitch ’cause I know how you get down too (Let’s go) Shit ain’t end up working ’round one shit, fuck it I’ma spin the block to get ’round two (Chea) Ever since I hit you ’round last week, I’ve been having good luck since I been ’round you
[Chorus] Don’t need no new baby mamas Still I be fucking on her with no condom (Fucking on her with) That’s how she told me she want it (Let’s go) If we do have a kid, she ain’t ugly, no And plus the bitch told me that she love me I’m talking ’bout she bad too, bitch got a bag too (Let’s go)
[Skit] [?] county, 9-1-1, what’s the address of— Sir is there any serious bleeding I said yes, bro Okay, is he completely alert? Is he what? Is he completely alert? Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro? Sir, I’m asking you, is he completely alert? He’s neutralized— Are you with him now? He’s neutralized until you guys get here [Intro] Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch I end up hitting that hoe in my socks (Go) (Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
[Chorus] Getting into it with one shoe on Hitting that hoe in my socks Popping shit how I pop it, uh Riding around with that Glock, yeah Talking shit like my mama Ready to hit like my pops Come fuck around with me, fuck around with me, you gone fuck around, get shot
[Verse 1] I ain’t giving warnings to niggas, I’m stepping Pull out that forty on niggas and Uh Pull out that forty on niggas and bless ’em If you good with the lord then I’ll send you to Heaven If not go to hell lil’ nigga Trigger happy, Imma drop shells lil nigga Bond money, we don’t fuck with jail lil nigga Anybody ’round me pay the bail and go get ’em Hope that hating shit working out, the black and the white people all on my dick ’cause I’m versatile It’s Baby, that nigga you heard about I fucked on her, she a squirter now I like how she talk, I’m in love with her I’m kidding, say whatever to get that lil kitty Niggas ever ain’t tripping on titties Take this bread and go get me a glizzy Fuck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs I see every time a nigga shitting Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama And still my lil gangsta give me remy Bitch, I been player, niggas silly If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke Yeah, yeah You might also like NO CONDOM DaBaby BOOGEYMAN DaBaby ROCKSTAR DaBaby [Chorus] Getting into it with one shoe on Hitting that hoe in my socks (Let’s go) Popping shit how I pop it, uh Riding around with that Glock, yeah Talking shit like my mama Ready to hit like my pops (Come on) Come fuck around with me, fuck around with me, you gone fuck around and get shot (Let’s go)
[Verse 2] Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry I get angry like my brother G (Let’s go) I was little, I pissed in the bed Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef I don’t care how the fuck I go out, I bet it won’t be ’bout no motherfucking freak When I said I go out, I ain’t talking ’bout dying I ain’t leaving no sooner than seventy three I pulled up Chevelle, that’s a seventy two I do everything way better than you Bitch ass niggas, I ain’t caring what you do (Uh-uh) Bitch ass nigga, I ain’t scary Imma shoot Bitch get missing, I ain’t caring if she cute (Bitch) Nah for real, probably keep it too real (Naw for real) Ain’t no secret can’t keep my lil chill Niggas gone eat dick just to keep that lil deal Lost twenty million for keeping it real Bitch, I ain’t even tripping, I don’t give a fuck, about no money (Uh-uh) Long as I could take care of all my children All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins (Uh-huh) They ain’t yelling free Dashmond then it’s fuck ’em I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her I’m thuggin I’ma end up— [Chorus] Getting into it with one shoe on Hitting that hoe in my socks Popping shit how I pop it, uh Riding around with that Glock, yeah Talking shit like my mama (Come on) Ready to hit like my pops Come fuck around with me, fuck around with me, you gone fuck around and get shot, nigga
[Intro] You play with me, oh God damn Shut the lights off, Boogeyman (Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
[Verse 1] You play with me that shit was childish The day before she said that Tory Lanez shot her, I was fuckin’ on Megan Thee Stallion Waited to say that shit on my next album Hit it the day before too But I kept it player, I ain’t say nothing ’bout it Had her pretty boy, boyfriend tweeting me, ready to die ’bout the bitch like a coward I told you niggas don’t play, now you gone have to handle me I poked the motherfucking bear, I’m a animal Rock out on you, make you dance like Diana I’m having hoes that’s gonе do what I say, they are not gonna argue with mе, they got manners They not coming in with that phone, don’t do cameras I ain’t in the mood to be taking no pictures I’m way too smooth, having my way with the bitches You don’t wanna be on my shitlist I’m having bitches on bitches I’m having bitches who blood, uh huh Yeah, I’m having bitches who crippin’ I ain’t tripping nigga, baby don’t bang Uh huh, big fourty and a crazy ass chain Nigga don’t walk up on me with that mask on your face, get your shit blown off nigga, baby don’t play Walk on my shit, this that baby on baby, I think I’m the shit you can blame it on bae I’m ready to blow every time I pull out, you can come and find out, bitch I stay where I stay Whip cold and it came with the skates Project baby, bitch I step out the lake Bitch made nigga, know a hater gone hate They ain’t fucking with Jonathan mama [Chorus] You play with me, oh God damn Shut the lights off, Boogeyman You play with me, oh God damn Cut the lights off, Boogeyman
[Verse 2] I know these rapping ass niggas be hating But they can’t do shit with me mama I put on two chains and six bracelets Play, I’m gone bring the bitch right up out ’em Yeah, I’m in the whip getting top I like my bitch from the bottom You think you cut like me, lil nigga you’re not ‘Cause the bitch that I’m with is a model The first one of you fuck niggas play I’m gone bring four or six To your next show and come blow one of you fuck niggas down on the stage, the day you call my bluff, that’s the day you gone lay I was at Rolling Loud, shutting down a whole damn show, tried to make me have a problem with gays? Mixed up my words, made a nigga lose a whole thirty million, now I’m back and I’ma say what I say Bitch nigga you done
[Chorus] You play with me, oh God damn Shut the lights off, Boogeyman You play with me, oh God damn Cut the lights off, Boogeyman You play with me, oh God damn Shut the lights off, Boogeyman You play with me, oh God damn Cut the lights off, Boogeyman
[Chorus] That’s my bitch, she gon’ drop that diss (That’s my bitch) And come suck the clout out my dick (Yeah, ho’) Shorty gon’ live her lie Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (Yeah, honestly) Honestly, the kid on fire Heart been cold and I ain’t tryna get it fixed (Oh, no) I’m the one that let shit slide (800Kay got them beats, coach) ‘Cause ain’t no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let’s go
[Verse] Fuckin’ all her fake-ass friends The same type of bitches that’ll call her Sis, yeah Shorty couldn’t take her lick (Uh-huh) But shorty surе can take that dick (Yeah) She gon’ livе on my dick for a lifetime I should make the cap ho’ pay my rent (Pay my rent) Whatever I say, I get Shorty know Baby don’t take no shit I can’t buy my clothes, let ’em get all the lies out I got everythin’ I need at the crib I can sit back and treat this big bitch like a hideout Bitch, you know I’m outside like it’s nothin’ I’m waitin’ on these niggas to come see what this fire ’bout Got this thing from the country So bad, her lil’ fine ass need to be put up in timeout She like, “Baby, quit droppin’ your eyebrows” Baby, you ain’t got it all, step my ass up all night And come step, you can blame it on the Adderall Thought I fell off, niggas crazy Came back bombin’ on niggas, guess I still got it after all Boy, that nigga sick, he need some soup and some Tylenol Fire on your ass, rockin’ sock tomorrow I’m in Chuck E. Cheese playin’ with my daughter I said it all now, my daughters know Daddy ain’t nice at all I’ve been turnt up since high school, nigga I’ve been gettin’ money since a teen I made so much money off of weed, pulled up in a Beamer Mama thought I had cocaine and icy talk Now Mama Baby sell weed Baby got pounds, Baby got sticks with extensions Baby got bands, a trap anaconda one time Baby fuck big booty bitches [Chorus] That’s my bitch, she gon’ drop that diss (That’s my bitch) And come suck the clout out my dick (Yeah, ho’) Shorty gon’ live her lie Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (Yeah, honestly) Honestly, the kid on fire Heart been cold and I ain’t tryna get it fixed (Oh, no) I’m the one that let shit slide ‘Cause ain’t no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let’s go
Ok now fuck that go again Ok I’ma let her do her thang on the internet Fuck that hoe again It’s too hot right now we can’t ride around with all of dat fuck that load em in Yea Baby On Baby 2 nigga this the intro errbody turnt at my shows again Yea bitch I’m will number 1 what the fuck niggas thought? (what niggas think?) This bitch right here bulletproof I got a M in this bitch it’s a mothafuckin vault (it’s a M) I can still getcha hit I’m the boss (Yea!) Shit here ain’t never new Know how many times a nigga fell down and shook off a loss (I ain’t trippin) I’m somewhere with something fine givin her dick on the couch with my dick in yo mouth
These niggas hoes I’m all the way real (all the way up) All this shit niggas braggin about I ain’t trippin on that cause I bought it already All my hoes call me they daddy I’ma in a drive thru at chick-Fil-A breakfast in a Rolls Royce askin for condiments heavy I just got mad at the nigga cause he gave me grape and I asked for strawberry jelly bitch Doing too much hope you have a good day (what happened?) She quit playing her role and I cut her I’m through with her thought I had me a bae Can’t help a bitch I keep it gutter Bitch I’m a gentleman I put this Louis V jacket on the ground just to cover a puddle But you ain’t finna play with me but you know it’s Baby gon fuck on them hoes and gon get him some money nigga
Yea Baby on Baby 2 Ok now fuck that go again Ok I’ma let her do her thang on the internet Fuck that hoe again (yea yea you know that’s still my bitch nigga know what I’m talkin bout) It’s too hot right now we can’t ride around with all of dat fuck that load em in Yea Baby On Baby 2 nigga this the intro errbody turnt at my shows again 2 2 2 nigga tell her 2 wanna fuck with me bitch come with 2 Imma dog I do what I do I’ma growls Oh you got it like that tell her woof! Got a gun in here now Imma shoot Almost signed a NDA we can whoop Imma fuck on em all Imma swoop Nigga swish (swish) know on albums that nigga don’t miss (let’s go) We can all fuck nigga I don’t trip nigga gon always get him a bitch (Mhm) Nigga I’m sittin court side poppin my shit Spillin my popcorn photographers diggin my fit You know how I’m comin I’m hittin this niggas bitch them niggas hittin my bitch Whoop me a nigga then switch on the stick They thought I got in my bag 2019 I ain’t even get in the shit quit lookin for that This is as real as it get I’m in he rear ridin with that bitch in my hand I could never get killed in the whip Still ain’t nair nigga sicker than this thought Baby fell off bitch I’m flippin the script you know that! Man turn me up let’s go Ok now fuck that go again Ok I’ma let her do her thang on the internet Fuck that hoe again It’s too hot right now we can’t ride around with all of dat fuck that load em in Yea Baby On Baby 2 nigga this the intro errbody turnt at my shows again yea fuck that I don’t wanna talk I don’t wanna talk nigga nah I don’t wanna talk let’s goto the next song
SONG- Eddie ARTIST- Red Hot Chili Peppers ALBUM- Eddie Release Date- September 23, 2022
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Eddie (Official Audio)
Eddie Lyrics
Sailing the Sunset Strip, I’m a bit of a king Granny would take a trip, I’ve been bending the strings Got hammers in both my hands, such a delicate touch They say I’m from Amsterdam, does that make me Dutch?
Please don’t remember me, for what I did last night, oh Please don’t remember me Lord and children Please don’t remember me, it’s only 1980 It’s only 1983
Smoking the reefer, feeling my own light My brother’s a keeper, I married a TV wife The devil’s Camaro, parked in the high school lot A little sombrero ’cause teacher was way too hot
Please don’t remember me, for what I did last night, oh Please don’t remember me Listen Lord now Please don’t remember me, it’s only 1980 It’s only 1983
Tell my love “But leave me never” Can’t complain about the weather Snowing at the rainbow, have a ball Cut my teeth down at the whiskey GTO’s tried to kiss me One more song, they have seen it all
Please don’t remember me, for what I did last night, oh Please don’t remember me What’d I say Lord? Please don’t remember me, it’s only 1980 It’s only 1983 Please don’t remember me, for what I did with David You know I’m talkin’ David Lee Am I ready? Please don’t remember me, for what I did last night, oh I guess I played a Flying V
STAR WALKIN' (League of Legends Worlds Anthem) Lyrics - Lil Nas X
STAR WALKIN’ (League of Legends Worlds Anthem) Lyrics – Lil Nas X
SONG- STAR WALKIN’ (League of Legends Worlds Anthem) ARTIST- Lil Nas X Release Date- September 22, 2022
Lil Nas X – STAR WALKIN’ (League of Legends Worlds Anthem)
STAR WALKIN’ (League of Legends Worlds Anthem) Lyrics
Don’t ever say it’s over if I’m breathing Racing to the moonlight and I’m speeding I’m headed to the stars, ready to go far I’m star walkin’ Don’t ever say it’s over if I’m breathing Racing to the moonlight and I’m speeding I’m headed to the stars, ready to go far I’m star walkin’
On a mission to get high up I know that Imma die reachin for a life that I don’t really need at all Never listened to replies learned a lesson from the wise you should never take advice from somebody That ain’t try They said I wouldn’t make it out alive They told me I would never see the rise That’s why I gotta get ‘em every time Gotta watch ‘em bleed too
Don’t ever say it’s over if I’m breathing Racing to the moonlight and I’m speeding I’m headed to the stars, ready to go far I’m star walkin’ Don’t ever say it’s over if I’m breathing Racing to the moonlight and I’m speeding I’m headed to the stars, ready to go far I’m star walkin’
Been that ha since I came out my mama Thanking g-d daddy never wore a Prove ‘em wrong every time til it’s normal Why worship legends when you know that you can join ‘em These demons don’t like me, they don’t like me Likely, they wanna fight me Come on try it out, try me They put me down but I never cried out Why me, words from the wise Don’t put worth inside somebody
That ain’t try They said I wouldn’t make it out alive They told me I would never see the rise That’s why I gotta get ‘em every time Gotta watch ‘em bleed too
Don’t ever say it’s over if I’m breathing Racing to the moonlight and I’m speeding I’m headed to the stars, ready to go far I’m star walkin’ Don’t ever say it’s over if I’m breathing Racing to the moonlight and I’m speeding I’m headed to the stars, ready to go far I’m star walkin’
star walkin’
Don’t ever say it’s over if I’m breathing Racing to the moonlight and I’m speeding I’m headed to the stars, ready to go far I’m star walkin’
SONG- Mel Made Me Do It ARTIST- Stormzy ALBUM- Mel Made Me Do It Release Date- September 23, 2022
STORMZY – MEL MADE ME DO IT
Mel Made Me Do It Lyrics
[Intro: Stormzy & Abigail Owuo] (I’m not going economy, no way) Ay, mummy (I’m claiming it, man) Claim it, Amen (I’m claiming it) Claim it, haha (I said I’m not going econ—, economy) Yeah, right, why? (Stormzy is my son) Brap [Verse] I been the G.O.A.T. for so long, I guess it’s not exciting when I win Boohoo, someone grab the violins Every time I try a ting, top bins like Haile when he sings So of course they don’t like me, I’m the king Aight, tell me why, why would I reply to him? I leave him hanging like Kyrie on the rim Where do I begin? I wear the 5990 in the gym I got a thing for shiny little things What can I say? I’m like a young Black Biden with a trim (Woo) Presidential when I’m ridin’ in the Bimz Taking pictures with my cameraman, I’m shining in my skin For eight-figures, I’m Aubameyang, I go and sign the ting, aight I never wonder about who I could’ve been ‘cah I’m here Rose Gold, frosted or ceramic Told bro spin it, so he span it We are not the same, big Mike’s from a whole different— Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in the net Could’ve Jet Li kick him till he bled And I’m rent-free living in their head What’s that quote? Ooh, “kill ’em with success” Talking smoke, please, give it all a— Still dripping in finesse (Goddamn) Man, I got figures and flows, I’m a different kind of F Got a Lambo and a Rolls, that’s a different kind of cheque And I said I was the G.O.A.T., they didn’t listen when I— Aight, any time I do a big fletch, just ignore me Niggas wanna hear my side of the story Niggas wanna hear a nigga chat like it’s Maury Fuck that, you niggas better bask in my glory They call me to slide through the store ‘cah I’m so patterned To be fair, we don’t go Hatton We don’t tell lies, I think the kids call it “no cappin'” The boys rough, but the flow’s satin I J Hus’tle and I’m MoStack’ing, they wanna’ catch me on the roads lacking You better pray that it don’t happen (Niggas) And I don’t sell drugs, still, I’m dope rappin’ Have your whole pattern Stiff Chocolate with the book To be fair, I don’t feel Twitter Getting told I’m not a real spitter. by some broke-arse bill splitter Listen, nigga, you got bigger fish to fry, like If I ever see your girlfriend in Dubai, oh, Lord Party on the boat she’s onboard And the Birkin is a bag you can’t afford and she’d like one Do the maths, you ain’t the right one It’s alright, son, we send her back before the night’s done I wrote one, light one, eight-out-of-ten She’s my aight one, think of a hit, then I write one On when I sight one This my, this my Ghanaian flow, it’s a tight one If she pretty then I put her on a flight I put her on a jet if her pussy—, wait Look, my nephews are listening, my chef should be Michelin There’s guests in my kitchen and my left wrist is glistening My tunes getting played from a set to a christening They’re pissed on the net ’cause I said I ain’t listening Real niggas know it’s all positioning Real niggas know I’m not the victim, alright, I am I’ll take the L, they hype the Gram They tell their jokes to spite the man I feed my folks, they bite my hand I do the most, I’ll fly to Cannes To watch a film, then bye, alright Headline Reading and Leeds like it’s easy Funny when they talk about the game ‘cah it needs me Niggas wanna hear a nigga spill it all to Zeze Fuck that, you niggas didn’t know that I’m greazy It’s easy, man talk shit until they see me Believe me, all you niggas give me (Heebie jeebies) Word to Lauryn, I will die on this hill You little niggas two figures shy on my deals Someone slide me the bill (Okay, I got it) What my eyes don’t see, the Messiah reveals If it all goes left, give Jasiah my will ‘Cah I guess I’m just the bredda that they’re dying to kill, ah (Woo) Your boy’s mad dark, still, I shine like a grill Yeah, I’m healthy and I’m blessed, but I rhyme like I’m ill Linebacker, holding on the line like Khalil, ooh I live a life that they try to fulfil So they hate on my name but admire my skill And before I touch stage, gotta wire my mil, ah My niggas do drill that was prior to drill If you see me with my dragons lookin’ fly in the field Know Khaleesi couldn’t fathom all the fire I spill, nah You old washed niggas should retire, for real There’s a time you should move and a time to be still There’s a time to destroy and a time to rebuild But all I see is washed up godfathers and washed up podcasters I own all my masters, I ain’t got masters I throw a party on the yacht and wear my Yacht Master They think I just chart-top, but I’m the top charter Gaffer like I’m Scott Parker For when the mandem used to rock parkas I am nasty, but I’m not Marcus Genius, I could’ve clocked Harvard My niggas slide, but they are not dancers Dead rappers wanna swap chargers Nah, I mean they wanna swap stances Nah, I mean they wanna trade places Get to scrappin’ like I ain’t famous Have you dashing like you’re Dwain Chambers Follow fashion, man, you fake greatness To make a classic, yeah, it takes ages But I still do it like my mate David Nah, I mean like my bro Dave Me and MIST, that’s a close shave They fear this, but they won’t say I’m the nearest on a cold day They love to talk about the old days Them man are old, like, “Annie, are you okay?” I prefer not to speak like I’m José (I prefer really not to, not to speak) (If I speak I am in, in big trouble) (Woo) This is what I meant when I said what I said I got whips in my drive, pretty women in my bed My accolades are bigger than my head Stylo told me, “Kill ’em till they’re dead” (The killy’dem ah carry one inna di head) (Don Dada, kick arff face with bank robber) If it’s a ting then I’ll just pattern it like Trev, ah Man I got ‘Teks like I’m Kylian, punch like I’m Dillian Walk in a gym and I bump into William The S on chest, yeah, that stands for “success” But the M on my hairline stands for my millions Ah, I got a brilliant car, I got a brilliant team They wanna bring up my past because I’m living my dream What we achieved ain’t a shock ‘cah we knew it We just stepped all clean and said, “Mel made me do it,” ow Now there’s not enough space in my wardrobe Benjart fitted on my waist and my torso Niggas keep on thinking I’m a chief, oh, you thought so? Chatty patty niggas, man, you niggas need a talkshow I’ve never seen real dons turn loose women Sleep real good, fresh sheets, new linen If we ever played a game called “Guess Who’s Winning” Then you’ll open up the door, I’ll be in the room chillin’ There’ll never be a time where me and yous are twinning Why? Different status, my chicks the baddest You know the bags Chanel, the trips to Paris And if your boy’s a king, the bit’s a palace Okay, three O2s that I sell out Man, I’m such a sellout Might fuck around and bring Adele out Me and Flipz don’t talk like we fell out Ah, get the hell out, all the shit I gotta spell out Please A, double-L, O-W me Every time I double-plaque they go and double my P I was double-spread Mike, now I cover i-D Wouldn’t cover for you dickheads if you covered my— Ah, I knew they wouldn’t like it if I blow Got all your niggas rattled, but you hide it on the low I’m from the city where they’re ridin’ with the pole And now my nephews can’t believe that Spider-Man’s my bro Shout Tom, that’s my guy, on-top till we die Yeah, I skip through the world, hop-scotch to Dubai There’s a lot to divide, but my God will provide Couldn’t get to where I’m going if you hopped in my— I got TJ tellin’ me we’re done Said, “I thought I have an hour left?” Ah, man, my enemies are out of breath I pray, then I fast, then I counter-press Spent a week in the sticks, but tonight, I’m at my South address Ah, you know how it gets Holy Spirit, that’s just how I’m blessed Aight, twenty bags for my shower head, a nigga gotta shower fresh You little boys are out your depth Know I got Ashville on the yard and Yianni on the wrap I mean, I’m Yianni on the rap I’m the best at what I do, they think I’m braggin’ on the track But I’m flexing ‘cah it’s true and if you went and run it back You’d know I’d left you with the truth ‘Cause cars don’t make you this lit The money don’t make you this good The plaques don’t make you this cold Give a fuck what my shit sold I buss a rhyme when I’m in flip mode, you pricks know The boy’s just way too nice so you always see my music on the shelf I’ve been the G.O.A.T. for so long that they never hype a nigga up So I guess I gotta do it to myself, boy
We march into the city wounded but sound Showered by the praises from the unclean crowds Inside the throne room we feel so at ease It’s as God intended and I’m sure he’d agree
We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we’ve done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall
They’ll celebrate our victory with pomp and circumstance Our faces grace the currency, the school rooms and stamps Holidays and avenues, boulevards and parks Our names ring on forever, shining beacons in the dark We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we’ve done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall
Generations later will come to tear us down Rip us from our pedestals then wheel us out of town Melt us down for daggers, zeal and rage Destroy our plazas, jackhammer our names
We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we’ve done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall
Met my girl on a dinner date Uptown movie, not back too late But saxophones and cocktails had other plans
By Roland Kirk’s three golden horns Sol Invictus thrice reborn Now I see the truth Jazz music corrupts our youth
Weaving to the men’s restroom Hallucinations red and blue These pagan rites were too much for the kid to bear By Roland Kirk’s three golden horns Sol Invictus thrice reborn Now I see the truth Jazz music corrupts our youth Turtlenecks and switchblade knives Pointy shoes, back alley dice Oh what’s the use? Jazz music corrupts our youth
On Slaughter Beach, it’s daybreak now My girl is nowhere to be found Vibraphones and highballs made other plans
By Roland Kirk’s three golden horns Sol Invictus thrice reborn They speak the truth Jazz music corrupts our youth Turtlenecks and switchblade knives Business suits, back alley dice Oh what’s the use? Jazz music destroys our youth
Descending the ladder Boots on the surface, triangulating command and control No visible life signs Lower the vehicle and the medical drones
Cold iron, blood red Persephone, do thee wed? Mortal nations, Olympus Mons Add another skeleton on Mars
Anamolous signal Strangely familiar yet not familiar at all My god, that’s impossible! Open the airlock it’s a… Cold iron, blood red Persephone, do thee wed? Mortal nations, Olympus Mons Add another skeleton on Mars
Or Ares by another name Don’t make a differencе Gonna end the same way
[Verse 1] I have a hammer and a box of nails Two M80’s and punk sticks My uncle’s favorite Farrah Fawcett lighter A Schwinn Hurricane with BMX grips We deliver where Knievel failed What’s a little bit of tetanus? Pledge allegiance to the denim flag And strive for excellence
[Chorus] Yes we do We strive for excellence Yes we do The dinner bell ain’t calling me homе [Verse 2] I found at least a dozen two by fours Marine gradе plywood No six million dollar men No retakes, no Hollywood One and done, feet off the pedals Naive elegance Salute the denim, light the pyro And strive for excellence
[Chorus] Yes we do We strive for excellence Yes we do The dinner bell ain’t calling me home
[Verse 3] You’re in the cub scouts right? I believe I need a tourniquet I can hear my mama calling Hand over that snake bite kit We deliver where Knievel failed What’s a little bit of tetanus? Pledge allegiance to the denim flag And strive for excellence You might also like Skeletons on Mars Clutch Mercy Brown Clutch Electric Worry Clutch [Chorus] Yes we do We strive for excellence Yes we do We strive for excellence Yes we do We strive for excellence Yes we do, yes we do We strive for excellence
Jaundiced yellow light is flashing Hanging above Church and Main On the wind her perfume lingers Likewise her Christian name Fields of night hang close above her The family lie in a dreamless sleep Frost grows on the windowpanes And the wind spins circles in the empty street
Shining white steeples Rise from the ground Ring all the bells you may And brace for the kiss of Mercy Brown By the paper mill she wanders Singing melodies to the clouds A fox calls but nonе does answer Cross the green of hallowеd ground Quietly beyond the threshold A pale hand on the bannister Looks upon the sleepers there And weeps at the memory of the way things were
Shining white steeples Alarm the town Ring all the bells you can And brace for the kiss of Mercy Brown
Two lovers in the moonlight Playing at hare and hounds Leaves fall upon the hillside Ruddy as the lips of young Miss Brown
Shining white steeples Alarm the town Ring all the bells you can Then brace for the kiss of Mercy Brown
Shining white steeples Dawn in the dark Be still your beating Your beating heart You might also like We Strive for Excellence Clutch Nosferatu Madre Clutch Electric Worry Clutch Be still your beating heart
I was accused of witchcraft Aboard the Mayflower ship They threw me overboard Ten stone of ballast chained to my legs
No stars above to guide me No sunrise shall I see again Cast adrift on a sea of sangre I will exact my pound of flesh Mira nosferatu madre I walked all the cold Atlantic Held fast by hex and lock But I did rise from the waters And split them wide open upon Plymouth Rock
No stars above to guide me No sunrise shall I see again Cast adrift on a sea of sangre I will exact my pound of flesh Mira nosferatu madre
No stars above to guide me No sunrise shall I see again Cast adrift on a sea of sangre I will exact my pound of flesh Mira nosferatu madre
To climb the mountain is no easy task But it’s so much harder coming down All the torches of the party have all gone dark Hungry mouths surround
There’s no gold beneath the beast Just a mountain of bone The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers A dynasty of one ascends to the throne
The names of many ancient travellers Carved in the caverns we grind Grow older and older with every step Until no more are left to find There’s no gold beneath the beast Just a pile of bones The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers A dynasty of one ascends to the throne
Yet here I am still rolling a twenty-sided die Am I chaotic evil? Or lawfully good aligned?
I’M NOT SWEATING ANY CONSEQUENCES I DO WHAT I HAVE TO DO JUST TO GET ON BY THERE’S NO SEX APPEAL IN GUILT NOR ANGER AIN’T IT ENOUGH AIN’T IT ENOUGH TO PROVIDE?
ECONOMIC CASUALTIES MY BLUE BLOODED CREEPS HAND IN HAND WE WALK TOGETHER ALONG SLAUGHTER BEACH MARITIME TRAGEDIES YOU BLUE BLOODED FREAKS HAND IN HAND WE WALK TOGETHER ALONG SLAUGHTER BEACH
I’M NOT BETTING ON WILD HORSES LIKE THEY DO IN ASSATEAGUE OR PIMLICO I DEMAND TO SHUCK MY CLAM THE OLD FASHIONED WAY UNDER A STRAWBERRY MOON BARE HANDED WEARING NO CLOTHES
ECONOMIC CASUALTIES MY BLUE BLOODED CREEPS HAND IN HAND WE WALK TOGETHER ALONG SLAUGHTER BEACH MARITIME TRAGEDIES YOU BLUE BLOODED FREAKS HAND IN HAND WE WALK TOGETHER SUNRISE ON SLAUGHTER BEACH
