[Verse 1]
Picking out my fro with my fist comb
I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long
My little brother was having a little trouble
I hope that he doesn’t care that it’s in this song
Korean town lunchin’, talking ’bout how to run things
He said Atlanta wanted something
Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down
Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown
You fucking ’round with the truth, went to see The Roots
Quest brought me back on stage in a suit
I wear it hard cause niggas say that I’m soft
Even Black Thought thought I made it a little hard, I gotta be honest
Feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us
Making jokes here and there done got us some dollars
I’m tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain’t a game
He said homie stay the course, ain’t shit changed
Weird night and everybody was tipsy
Hanging out with Questlove reminiscing ’bout Whitney

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[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Back when I first grabbed that pen
I told myself I was gon’ win
And I ain’t know when
But it was gon’ end
Up happening, I want in
So you can take your top 5 list
Dead or alive and put me after Em
I’m a fucking genius
Gripping my fucking penis, living this life
You can’t tell me nothing
Still ain’t really got no money, fucking right
I’m all about that real, about that real
This ain’t no motion picture
I tell you how that feel, how that feel
Even when the odds against you
They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers
Put 2 chains on and that ain’t wrong
But that ain’t me, I go too damn hard
I don’t need clothes or jewelry to stand out
Black lip nigga with his hair wild
Too damn proud
Been killing this since Cam made ‘Oh Boy’
Oh boy, I’m the man now
TDE, put the money in my hand ain’t shit free
This business is quick sand and I won’t sink
Put the pistol in my hand and I won’t think
Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be
I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then
Further more we do this for y’all
Rap is stressin’ but it pays great
That is until you lose appeal
And your release date gets date raped
Stay safe, hold your head
I got two fifth and a loaf of bread
Feed the people, food for thought
Because we are equal, who’d have thought

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[Drake Verse 1:]
Okay, you know you been on my mind
A-town I miss you and ol’ girl will come late
And bring all her tips through
Break up her weed while I break down my issues
Get paper she blows that
The next day you know thaaat
Day dream at night time I think too much
Then I hit the night club till its day time
And I drink too much
Not time for no good girl
They hold on and they clinge to much
I just wanna hood bitch that tells me that I sing too much
Ahh yeeeeahh shout out to the women playing ya’ll position
I be movin’ through my city like a politician
Hope you dont judge me
Cuz me and you are not all that different
You made me this way, you made me famous
You all assisted
New niggas tryna shine
I didn’t condone it
But I’m back in this bitch
Reliving the moment
Im about to have it popping off again
Drama ’bout to make it rain on Mary Poppins
And her friends

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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ready or not, here I come
You can’t hide, nigga I’m too damn fly
Sippin’ all of this purple, it got me too damn high
They say there down for the team but playin’ two damn sides
I’m like Niggas ain’t loyal, niggas ain’t loyal
And these voices in my head saying niggas ain’t for you
And when you gettin’ money these niggas will aim for you
And when its looking sunny these niggas will rain on you
It’s a dark cloud over me, money too controling me
I’m barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me
Baby momma trippin out, I tell her to work with me
I’m on probabtion still strapped cause niggas want to murder me
And lately I’ve been getting faded
Cut a couple homies off cause them niggas hating
And all these bitches wanna fuck me cause a nigga made it
I’m getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga getting money
Young nigga go and get it yeah
And ain’t a damn thing change but the bezel on my Rollie
And the diamonds in my chain, yeah

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[Intro]
See I’m an A1 type of guy
I cruck A1 hoes (trill)
Rock A1 clothes (trill)
Drive A1 whips (trill)
And still pour A1 sauce on my shit
I come from the bottom

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice
Selling all these O’s, nigga, I done did that twice
So I’m just riding round in my Rolls, about to get on my bike
Just to touchdown in my hood and I put that on my life
I’m like yeah nigga, I’m there nigga, I ball hard all year, nigga
My diamonds all clear, smack my chain, you dead nigga
I don’t know what you heard, and I don’t know what you thought
But all my dogs they murk and all my dogs go hard (fuck that)
My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna
Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna
I take her to the mall, buy her all types of designers
YSL, fly Chanel, all that Dolce & Gabbana
I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip
If I ain’t have my rap deal, then I still be serving bricks
So I kill a pussy, I murder shit, homicide on shorty
My gold rol cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40

[HooK]
I get A1 money, I’m an A1 nigga
Got a A1 swagger, I’m getting A1 bitches
I just bought me a Rollie, you can skate on nigga
If they don’t love it, they hate it, well get your hate on nigga
Cuz I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit, A1 hoes
I drive A1 whips, and I rock A1 clothes

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[Intro]
No punch, I just mean we working hard
(Maybach Music)

[Nipsey Hussle - Chorus]
Look, night time with my Locs on
600 Hundered Benz with them fo’s on
Been through everything but I rode
And I never quit or take no loss
And I’m proud of that

[Nipsey Hussle - Verse 1]
Back to the wall I was so stoned
Self-made nigga I was solo
Hot up in the kitchen, I was so stove
A nigga couldn’t tell me nothing, I was so broke
I had AR’s fo’ fo’s, Alpina’s on low pros
Brought K’s wid us and got faze nigga
And I used to get good grades nigga!
Momma paid the bills but couldnt save nigga
So we couldnt ask for no J’s nigga
See, that’s the type of shit change niggas
Now from the street, you couldn’t save niggas
Only difference was we wasnt playin wit’ it
Was’nt in it for the hoes or the fame nigga
Swear to God I could’nt buy a bag of Lays nigga
And I’d rather be a sinner than ashamed, nigga
So like that
I rationalize it in my brain, nigga
Even if I was a victim to the game
It was better than living life as a slave nigga
Be right back! Had to turn myself into a paid nigga
I did dirt cause I was common at the grave nigga to go straight and re-examine my ways
That was the concept and now they’re telling me I’m next
But please my nigga, please my nigga, don’t take this out of context
All the nights I dealt with my stress
All the triple bunks where I slept
All the busted knuckles all the smoking guns
And all the shit I did for my set!
All my niggas is gone, they got stretched
But now your nigga is on, so don’t fret
It’s a marathon to success, so all my niggas thats home we run’ laps
I got a flight tomorrow I’m gonna catch
I got a presidential Rolex
I have my mind made up, I got my grind game up
Now I’m thanking Lord, I’m so blessed.

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Young Weezy We and Eric B, aha
And I love all women (if you know what I mean)
Yyes lord, I love them dark, I love them light
Short, tall, thick, thin and back one more again (alright)
But there’s this one particular situation I need to tell you all about

[Eric Benet]
I met a honey about a week ago
I got a little but I need some more
I ain’t the only one to learn her curves
Matter of fact, forget what you heard
She’s all, she’s all that and more, oh yeah
Yes she is
Her reputation ain’t squeaky clean
A little gossip ain’t phasing me
So go ahead say what you want
You can give a damn, but I don’t
Cause I’m gone, I’m already gone
Yes I am
Don’t you know she’s

[Chorus]
She’s my, redbone girl
A bitter sweet, but she’s my world
Coffee cream, thick and lean
My redbone girl, redbone girl, yeah

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[Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, ya’ll niggas
That’s that shit I don’t like
Yo shit, make believe
Rappin’ ’bout my own life
That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga
The powers in my hand nigga
I get it, beat the chair nigga
Soho or Tribeca
3 hoes, trifecta
dope money, coke money
True blow, my watch better
My pens better, you don’t write
Trendsetter you clone like
Pay homage or K’s vomit?
Ungrateful niggas I don’t like

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)

[Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound, that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They wanna find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only outta spite
But I’ll never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife
In that pussy so deep I coulda drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetari’ with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot right
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They aint about that life, they aint about that life
We hanging out the window, it’s ’bout to be a Suge Knight
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L.E.P, J Boogie right
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi right
Right?

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[2 Chainz]
I am smoking on that gas
Life should be on Cinemax
Movie, I bought my boo bigger, bigger, than a bigger ass
Who he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down
On the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that block out
Throwin’ up that go in ya nostril
I take ya girl and kidnap her
Beat her to my mattress
A skeleton in my closet
It’s probably a dead ass rapper
It’s probably…
Don’t try me I pull that?
Got ya car note in my car
And your rent in my swisha
So good I miss ya
Game game’s so vicious
And all I get is cheese
Like I’m taking pictures

[Drake]
I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real real gon’ miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
Real real, say word, he aint never told no lie
He aint never told no lie
Say word, he aint never told no lie
he aint never told no lie
Real real, say true
he aint never told no lie
he aint never told no lie
Thats a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
that try to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup

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[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam’
But they aint gon’ make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses
Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob
Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
You can’t run and get ya ?, you aint got it
Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous

[Hook]
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, hoe, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, nigga, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb

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[Hook: B.o.B]
I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m
I’m out of my, out of my mind
Out of my fucking mind
I’m, I’m
I’m out of my, out of my mind
Out of my mind
I’m, I’m
Out of my, out of my mind
I’m, I’m, I’m
I’m out of my, out of my mind (Mind, mind, mind, mind)
I’m out of my fucking mind
Out of my fucking mind (Mind, mind, mind)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I’m out of my fucking mind, G-G-golly, oh my
I was doing fine, once upon a time
Then my brain left and it didn’t say bye
Don’t look at me wrong; I’m out of my mind
Like Nostradamus and da Vinci combined
So paranoid of espionage
I’m watching my doors and checking my blinds
My brain is on vacation, they telling me
And I’m bi-polar to the severity
And I need medication, apparently
And some electrocompulsive therapy
I am a rebel but yes I’m so militant
Still I’m eligible for disabilities
I am psychotic but there is no remedy
This is not figurative, this is literally
If these niggas go dumb, I go to the mental facility
See, man I’m so out there, I slap fives with E.T
I don’t need a feature, they don’t wanna ? when I’m on this beat
If you feel the same as me, then you gotta agree

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Check it out
I call it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah

I call it “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”
I call this “Shit for Niggas with Daughters”

[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while I’m on stage I can’t leave her defenseless
Plus she’s seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin’
So if her husband is a gangster can’t be mad, I love her
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail- dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head’s at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your mama crib, plus I’m sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don’t think I’m slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You 17, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I’m not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it

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[Intro]
(Soulo taught me…)
See yeah my nigga see
See yes this where that sci-fi met swag my nigga
Like the Holy Bible and a Gucci Bag
My nigga, swag!

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Oh you the kid, I’m Joseph Kony
Chip off the block, it’s puffy socks in my Saucony
I touch stock, she suck cock
She dancing Secret Sundays and I’m ’bout to pray
I’m smoking dope, I’m smoking dope
She got that magical vaginal let me hocus poke
Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream
She into Alexander McQueen but she ain’t met the king
(Soulo, SOULO, Soulo, SOULO) kiss the fucking ring ho
TDE we got the belt, “hold it down if nothin else”
And this is my new single, cut the cheese it’s bout to melt
Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr.Evil
Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler
ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta
And I ain’t never been a motherfucking lick ‘less I’m right around the clit
Druggys wit’ hoes, O’s and 4′s

[Hook x2]
I’m smokin dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag’s so mean, on them fucking hoes

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Oh that’s your bitch? Well bruh she on me
I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then fuck the homies
Got the block hot, ‘cuz I sold it off
No I’m not Weezy, bitch I’m weezy from that chronic cough
Yeah, I’m smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard
Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here
Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down
How that sound I’m from the underground
They’re gonna make me slang a pound
Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row)
Bitch, what you know about Figg Row (Figg Row)
This is original gangster, Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Smoke it, chewed it, sniff it, smell it
Inhale it, sip it, whatever
Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah
In interviews they always asking me about a lisp
Knowing damn well I’m looking like I’m slinging bricks
Ever seen an ex-student get a half a ticket
Think I’m lying? just ask Jimmy, that check was mine to…

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[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my brain, nigga
Gold watches, gold chain, nigga
Hundred thou’ on champagne, nigga
Yeah, my money insane, nigga
Yeah, I’m making it rain, nigga
When I was just on a plane, nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, its my time of year
If I’m in the club I get a hundred stacks
I’m always rollin’ up so I could laugh at that
Them other niggas stole my swag but I don’t want it back
My nigga, uh, I was on this but I’m onto that
You see it in the closet before it’s on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii now I’m going back
My nigga, uh
I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it’s hard to think
Find so many bottles it’s gon be hard to drink
But I’m still pouring up and my family here
And they rolling up so, ugh

[Chorus x2]
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cause my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

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[B.o.B - Verse 1]
Since day 1 I said fuck the fame and everything it dealt
But the fame is really here just to facilitate the wealth
But the wealth attracts you haters like you mosquitoes to a well
And the waters getting deeper so I’m well set out to sail
Someone called my cell and left a voicemail
That said congratulations on the million record sales
As I’m flipping over furniture knocking shit off the shelf
I told myself I’ll never get too deep not to take a breathe
But I’m sinking

[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe, yeah
And even more so to sleep when no-one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air

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