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Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist
DOOM, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling
My posse's on Broadway like Mama I Want to Sing
Mad plays the bass like the race card
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapeños?
Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena
He just came from over there, the grass is greener
Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes
And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there's mad glitches
Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches
One thing this party could use is more... booze
Put yourself in your own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don't use
He only keep 'em to decorate
If you wanna peep him, select a date
And bring a deep check, like "Check, mate"
I kid you not, on the dotted line signed
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine
Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second thought, it's too thick
His assistant said: "Doom, you sick, " he said "True" through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning
With micropower he's sound and right reasoning
It's easy as pi, 3.14
One more one false move and they're done for
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Ayy
We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?)
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks)
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr)
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop)
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing)
Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks)
Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin'
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em)
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might mix-match (I might mix-match)
When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back)
What the hell she was thinking? I can't kiss that (Why the hell?)
Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at? (Got my wrist at)
Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack? (In my backpack)
Why these bitches think that we can come in contact? (Come in contact)
This is my drank, this ain't cognac (This ain't cognac)
You ain't get a milli, why you sign that? (Why you sign that?)
She wanna fuck, I decline that (Decline)
Look at my bitch, she a dimebag (Bitch!)
Look at my pinky, it's a waterslide (It's a waterslide)
Rich Forever, come and see the money side (Rich, rich)
We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?)
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks)
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr)
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop)
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing)
Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks)
Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin'
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em)
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)
I flip the money, got my check up (Got my check up)
I'm flexing up, but I'm no wrestler (Flex)
Blue cheese pockets got the extras (The extras)
I stack the money up like Tetris (Tetris)
How I got two-fifty from my neck up? (Neck up, ice)
How I made it from the hood to a Bent truck? (Skrr skrr)
Bitches wanna fuck, I got them lined up (Lined up)
How you with the gang but you ain't signed up? (You ain't signed up)
Pull out my dick, tell her kiss that (Kiss that)
She just want a nigga with a big sack (With a big sack)
Pull out the choppa, we in combat (Yaaaaat)
Touchdown on the plug like a lineback (Rich)
We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?)
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks)
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr)
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop)
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing)
Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks)
Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin'
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em)
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)
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Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I say in this motherfucker all props (this shit is not real)
Just in case the police listening, you know? (Haha)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah)
They dropping locations, I'm getting it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fucking his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, them niggas, let's get it)
I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (bitch, yeah)
We be sliding through they blocks and they don't know we have
Buddy ass got shot and we ain't claim it, but I can show his ass (brrah)
Niggas acting like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass (bitch)
I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (yeah, eater)
Catch 'em at the apartments they been in 'cause that's our only chance (brrah)
They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram (on gang)
Old opps fucking with my new opps, oh, man (brrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
My brother D-Thang just got killed and I been slow since (gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (brrah)
And on bro, I'm speaking facts, this ain't no diss (this ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (we don't post shit)
Trigger Happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 ('Wop, 'Wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (ahhh ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah)
They dropping locations, I'm getting it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fucking his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, them niggas, let's get it)
I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (bitch, yeah)
"He talking about me in 'Pissed Me Off'", and I'm like, "Yes" (yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (brrah)
He said, "Therapy ain't helping", he been killing for a cleanse (slide)
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch)
I been feeling like Rico, I just fucked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he save no pen, he rather carry him a gen (five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm saying, he spinning (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch)
I seen niggas really killing shit, post shit on Instagram (bitch)
You doing that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man)
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (bitch)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changing dental plans (brrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ahhh ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah)
They dropping locations, I'm getting it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fucking his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, them niggas, let's get it)
I'm hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (bitch, yeah) (ahhh ha)
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Einstein feat. Ye
02:15
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Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can't make me
Even if the money low, can't pay me
Even if the money low, can't play me
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I've been outta my mind a long time
I've been outta my mind a long time
I've been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I'm on time
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We 'bout to get this paper
I can't let these people play me
Name one genius that ain't crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I'm a Chicago south sider
I'm a Chicago south sider
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It's time to get the paper
I've been outta my mind a long time
I've been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn't even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA's mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I'm the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo
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Good Morning, Good Night
01:52
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Opening the pickle jar
02:21
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Yeah
You know sometimes I think they don't truly understand me you know
'Cause they don't
Can't change the world 'less we change ourselves
Die from the sicknesses if we don't seek the health
All eyes be my witness when I speak what's felt
Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
Three K's, Two A's in AmeriKKKa
I'm just a black spade spawn out the nebula
And everything I do or say today that's worthwhile
Will for sure inspire action in your first child
I'll begin my verse now
Sometimes I speak and I feel like it ain't my words
Like I'm just a vessel channeling inside this universe
I feel my ancestors arrested inside of me
It's like they want me to shoot my chance and change society
But how do I go about it? Tell me where I start?
My destiny rerouted when I chose to follow heart
You told to follow suit, but tell me what it do for you?
Except weigh you down, now you trapped inside the cubicle they built for us
The first step in the change is to take notice
Realize the real games that they tried to show us
300 plus years of them cold shoulders
Yet 300 million of us still got no focus
Sorry America, but I will not be your soldier
Obama just wasn't enough, I just need some more closure
And Donald Trump is not equipped to take this country over
Let's face facts 'cause we know what's the real motives
In the land of the free, is for the free loaders
Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors
They disorganized my people, made us all loners
Still got the last names of our slave owners
In the land of the free, it's for the free loaders
Leave us dead in the street then be your organ donors
They disorganized my people, made us all loners
We can't change the world 'less we change ourselves
Die from the sicknesses if we don't seek the health
All eyes be my witness when I speak what's felt
Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
Three K's, Two A's in AmeriKKKa
I'm just a black spade spawn out the nebula
And everything I do or say today that's worthwhile
Will for sure inspire action
Trickery in the system, put my niggas in prison
All our history hidden, ain't no liberty given
We all fit the description of what the documents written
We been lacking the vision and barely making a living
We too worried to fit in while they been benefitin'
Every time you submittin', we all guilty admit it
The Lord won't get you acquitted, but you still ask for forgiveness
Put opiates in syringes then inject his religion
How many times do I gotta tell you I'm a man on a mission
Many times I gotta tell you I don't need no permission
Or human with supervision, ain't no livin' condition
I'm reaching out to my children, just hoping that they will listen
Start a new coalition against corrupt politicians
It's not enough pots to piss in, too many murder convictions
Another family evicted, another black man a victim
That's as real as it's getting, you should take recognition
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No such thing
02:15
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9. |
itsallgood
01:36
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