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TikTok found to have tracked Android users’ MAC addresses until late last year

Until late last year social video app TikTok was using an extra layer of encryption to conceal a tactic for tracking Android users via the MAC address of their device, which skirted Google’s policies and did not allow users to opt out, The Wall Street Journal reports. Users were also not informed of this form […]

FUTURE – 200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

Future – 200 lyrics

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Krept & Konan – Ask Flipz (feat. Stormzy)

[Intro: Konan]
Killer!

[Verse 1: Konan]
Dickheads, losers
You’re only bad on computers
Keep talking about shooters
But you’re lying like Lucious (Lying)
I used to run man down in my Nikes
Now I just do it in my Pumas (Run man down)
Can’t give me no backchat, I tell them shut up like Lucas (Shut up)
Free up my bros in the cell
When I give stamps, I open the mail
If I get the west in, I’m not phoning the girl
Had your WCW holding my belt (Behave)
Can’t talk bait on a hot phone (Na)
Fur’s on like it’s Moscow (Yeah)
I met the weed plug in Sweden
Like I’ve gotta try bring the stock home
I was on the road when Ghetts made Sing For Me (Sing for me)
I can make your girlfriend sing for me (Sing for me)
See the car dash like Kimberley (Skrr)
In the trap house eating Indomie
I think they got it in for me
But we don’t take checks in Heath (Never)
We buy out the bar, Charms rest in peace (Ameen)

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much (Boy)
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up (Yeah)
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much (Boy)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah, oh yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

[Verse 2: Krept]
My name’s Krept, my name’s Tally
I like skets, I like fanny
Not my brudda, stop calling me Akhi
I eat Plantain, you eat batty uh
Don’t put in work, you’re a fool; nerd
Sixteen, murdered you all; hearsed
Big black Merc that I bought; skr
Got your bird on my balls; Spurs (finish him!)
Fam what’s good?
I can’t do it but the mandem could
Bang that Bubu, ban that Buju
I use God, them man use JuJu
Redrum, fam, honour me
Man used to save for their wallabees
Now I’m in business class talking about the economy
Let’s make it fair
Do the truth, don’t take it there
Punch you out your accessories
Lemme just make that clear
Hater, rap scene saviour
You wanna take shots like Barca
But don’t wanna say my name ah

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

[Verse 3: Stormzy]
Okay, flow’s over sick and contagious
Not underground, I’m not famous
Don’t run your mouth around strangers
Chatty mout’, you’re too dangerous
Little chatty mout’, you’re too loud
It’s like chatty mout’s the new style
Them man are doing shows for two thou’
Kon’ stop laughing man, you’re too foul
Anyway I hit the curb and do street
Scrap the Merc and do Jeeps
Can’t hold the phone, you’re too weak
Plus I went gold in two weeks (Behave)
Plus I go hard on my ones
I am nobody’s son (No)
Done things that nobody’s done
Come off my name, it’s over, I won
Aight lickle man, check this sket
Your chain jacked and you called us
Feds in my crib, tryna leave a man doorless
Paid for my door and they paid for my time
‘Cause the feds don’t wanna see another black August
Sorted, bought new floors but I’m flawless
Ring ring, trap sell packs on the corners
Told you niggas that Flipz don’t tark
But I flipped it again, let me tell them on the chorus (Boy)

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cous’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

Q Money – Neva Had Shit

[Verse 1]
Locked in the Six ho
I done put your daddy on
Dolce Gabana my cologne
How I’m smellin’ like I’m grown
Your money short like Frodo
My money tall like Eiffell
Tower, blowin’ on sour for about an hour
Niggas be cowards, dope like flour
Told her ten minutes then that mean an hour
In the club poppin’ bottles, it’s a champagne shower
Niggas can’t check me, these niggas be frauds
Now money keep pilin’ but a nigga got to count it
Once again I love Ben Frank
That nigga keep me smiling
Might just take a trip to an island

[Chorus]
I’m geeked off in this bitch, I’m geeked off in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, boy why you arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit
I’m turnt up in this bitch, I’m turnt up in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, why you so arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit

[Verse 2]
I remember days I was broke, it was tragic
Hustlers actin’ funny like a nigga never had it
Niggas ain’t wanna kick it with me just ’cause I ain’t have shit
That’s okay, I’m back bitch, and I brought that MAC bitch
Fuck what another nigga got, I want my own shit
I ain’t take no loan bitch, I got this on my own bitch
Gone off that ‘Tron bitch, and I’m in my zone bitch
Show me my opponent, they can get it if they want it

21 Savage – Nothing New

They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols
I’m tryna feed my family, I ain’t being political
You ain’t givin’ out money then they look at you pitiful
You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you
Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon’ shoot up your Sprinter
I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental
Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can’t wait ’til December
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon’ shoot you on camera
Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin’ to a bandana
Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle
Loading up his chopper, he gon’ show ’em Black Lives Matter
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama on that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too
Shit gettin’ outrageous
Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages
Young, black, poor, ain’t had a father since a baby
Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement?
Why you think we ridin’ ’round with choppers off safety?
Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I’m cutthroat
I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can’t vote
Poppin’ Percocets to kill the pain, I can’t cope
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes
Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke
Breakin’ down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope
They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke
Welcome to the hood, yeah where niggas dyin’ at
Same place where the best chicken gettin’ fried at
Same place where the police killin’, tellin’ lies at
It ain’t just the babies, man, I swear the mama’s cryin’ now
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama on that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too

$UICIDEBOY$ – FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME UNTIL THE END OF TIME Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch
As the snake whispers to her “Ruby does not fucking exist”
So I bit off the head then I chewed it and spit it out
Fell to the ground as I puked up and flipped around
Scales started forming I think that now i am the snake
I am the one they call plague who will never escape
Will forever remain
The omega
The alpha
The chosen one sent here to reign
Who saves all the slaves?
Lil Plague breaking chains
Jesus christ was never raised from the dead
He rots away
Burn a church and watch the flames
Autumn embers turn to grey
Wooden crosses in decay
The flock of sheep now fucking slain

{Verse 2: Lil Remains]
Run up with the motherfucking MAC
On attack
Shoot back
Gat gat
He flat
Leave them bodies where they lay
Let they mothers cry and pray
Nina nina
Oh nina
I need you bad up in my life
Them heathens that scheming they breathing
Look dead or something like demons, woah
Smash a 40oz on the cop cars
Probably just popped ’bout five bars
Sipping hydro
Got a bad cough
Indica dripping down the cigar
It’s that dope head
Drug fiend
Mug mean
Lonely
Shut the fuck up
Y’all annoy me

Lil Durk – Goofy (feat. Jeezy & Future)

[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin’?

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil’ bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’, no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I’m like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, uzi
Your jewelry gang, foofy (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Coupe from Italy though
I got two of them Rollies
That mean I’m goin’ to Boosie
All that dick ridin’, no lyin’
Don’t know if they’re gangstas or groupies
I can’t give a fuck ’bout these niggas
Def ain’t textin’ these hoes
Sleep with a million in cash
Them my relationship goals
I’m on the phone with a sheik
I’m tryna cop me some gems
I’m in the coupe with a mink
I’m ridin’ facto the rims
D.A. know who I am
Galore is I don’t give a damn
Open my top like a clam
Bentley as white as them grams

Lil Durk – Goofy (feat. Future & Jeezy)

[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin’?

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil’ bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’, no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I’m like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, uzi
Your jewelry gang, fufi (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot

Mozzy – Don’t You (feat. June) (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
You see them back to back Benz’ in the fast lane
Concentrated on winning, that’s when the bag came
Hella bitches and killers lingering backstage
My Latina been killing ’em with the Backpage
I provide for the people that got my last name
Went broke and fumbled after that task raid
It ain’t no pulling up without this fat thing
All this mud and PGE inside the trap paid
Four fingers, what the drillers on my ave bang
Suckers been getting spanked couple last days
This what 10k look like on a chain
M-o-z-z-y, niggas know the name

[Chorus: Mozzy & June]
You know my niggas play with MAC’s, nigga, don’t you
You know my niggas play with packs, nigga, don’t you
You know I got it out the trap, nigga, don’t you
You know exactly where we at, nigga, don’t you
You know my little niggas sad, nigga, don’t you
You know they dropped ’em for a bag, nigga, don’t you
You know I do it for the ave, nigga, don’t you
You know I’m worth a quarter cash, nigga, don’t you

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
They took my little nigga pole, I went to get it back
Niggas funking over hoes, kind of shit is that
When it’s spunky in my region, ain’t no bicken back
Wasn’t no bookie in the pack, I had to send it back
Hookers shy of a rack, had to send her back
It be chicken conversations when we in the act
Yeah, blood known for yanking, but he still a rat
It’s a nigga in every hood gotta deal with that
Cut the little homie for tryna steal a sack (dork)
And I let him keep the sack, bruh, how real is that
Bitch, what’s the point of hoeing if you still in Sac
You gotta get out there and get it, just remember that

Desiigner – Liife (feat. Gucci Mane)

Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrah
Git, git, grrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrah) he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money, put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater, you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (han)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (it’s Gucci!)
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Finest (git, grrah)
Desiigner
Hard to find
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick

Chip – Honestly (feat. 67) (League Of My Own II Album)

[Intro: TTC Subway Announcer]
The next station is Don Mills
Don Mills Station

[Chorus: Chip]
You should be honest, G (you should be honest, G)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Admit it, you’re onto me (admit it, admit it)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
What made you turn on me? (What made you turn on me?)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Cash Motto policy (policy, policy)
Honesty, honesty (yeah, yeah)
I got a pack on me (I got a pack on me)
I got a stack on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front on me)
But now she in front of me (now she in front of me)
It’s funny how things have changed (ever so funny)
Honestly, honestly

[Verse 1: Chip]
I got the world on me (I got the world on me)
I got your girl on me (I got your girl on me)
Yo, what’s that smell on me? (Yo, what’s that smell on me?)
Could be Chanel on me (could be Chanel on me)
Could be the weed on me (could be the weed on me)
Green be my scenery (green, green)
You rollin’ cigaweed (you rollin’ cigaweed)
You ain’t as lean as me (lean, lean)
I got the quality (I got the quality)
I got the quantity (I got the quantity)
I’m way too sure in me (I’m way too sure)
And nobody hot for me (no, no)
They took their shots at me (they took their shots at me)
But that wasn’t stoppin’ me (that wasn’t stoppin’ me)
Honestly, honestly (oh, God)
It’s over, don’t bother me (leave me alone)
Labels wan’ talk to me (labels wan’ talk to me)
But what you wan’ offer me (what you wan’ offer me)
Right now, I sign myself (Cash Motto)
Ain’t nobody droppin’ me (own boss)
Deal with me properly (deal with me properly)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
If I ain’t your cup of tea (I ain’t your cup of tea)
Still ain’t no muggin’ me (yeah)

[Verse 2: Dimzy]
Alright, honestly, honestly (honestly)
These hookers don’t bother me (bother me)
Got a rusty spinners and [?] with bells
I will smoke man, honestly (bah, bang)
Man’s fuckin’ up the music ting
But feds wanna lock me properly (wanna lock me)
My nigga spent racks on his wrist
Just so he can see the time properly (flexin’)
Honestly, honestly
These niggas rat for a bit of cheese (snitchin’)
My nigga put Luger nines in the MAC
And he crashed that properly (grrah, grrah)
Walk in the club and they clockin’ me (clockin’ me)
Bare iPhones snapshottin’ me (flash)
Ciroc in my cup and I’m faded
Tell bro roll up the broccoli (oi, bill it for me)
I got shooters and we serious
Machinery that’s on deck (big ones)
From a dotty to a mock
Man’s street-sweepin’ in sets (grah)
So we’re chartin’, got an award
But the feds wanna put it to an end (fuck ’em)
I want big bags of that bread
Gotta give mum slices of bread (money)

[Verse 3: LD]
Beg gemmin’ it
Wanna act like you bang for the girls
You’re a fraud and a damn shame (gem)
I still lurk, I still serve
I still get harassed by these damn jakes (these pigs)
Approach this G with caution
Know how to stand in a man’s face (trust)
But it’s calm, we can all be rude (we can do it)
I just smash man up in my Loubs (smash)
Keep thinkin’ that you’re safe at these shows
And awards ’til my 67 gang intrude (gang)
I make mum so proud (mum)
She used to hate all the things that I do (trust)
She don’t even know what I rap about
But it’s legally payin’ my dues (legally payin’ my gang)
I get love from the bluefoots
Cocos, lighties, and Asians too (yeah, all of dat, all of dat)
They’re in love with my violent past
And the music too (yeah, all of dat, all of dat)
I get Ps from the boxes I bruk down
And the show life too (aight)
And honestly I’m still in the field
Two Ls with a four four two (let’s lurk, gang)

Chip – Amazing Minds (feat. Giggs) (League Of My Own II Album)

[Intro: Chip & Giggs]
Yeah, oi turn up my mic a little bit
Let me feel the power (SN1)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (CM)
Yeah (yeah)
Aaaah, aaaah
We’re inside, what you saying? It’s time

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Push up the mic, pull out my light, light it
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, vibsing
Man ain’t on hype, we came polite, mm (yeah)
Man ain’t them cats that’s chasing mice (nah)
Man grab some veg, some steak and rice
Driving, man can’t invest in wasted lives
Timing, man can’t get back that wasted time
Chipmunk and Giggs, amazing minds
So real duh, nigga can’t fuck with the midfielder
Chill? Nah, nigga can’t fuck with the big builder
Man got the pussy I just killed her (yeah)
Man grab my Nicki and Meek Mill’d her (jheeze)
And I got money but cheap thrilled her
Want every penny, I keep silver (keep silver)
Ain’t got the money for this meal, cah
Give all my money to this rooter

[Hook: Giggs]
Chipmunk and Giggs straight back to back, light that
Burn down the place, man struck the match
Right back, heat up the place, just brush the MAC
Dun dun dun dun, might just attack
Man hit the ground, man just collapse
WhatsApp, my man done discuss the acts
Man just dropped the albz, it’s up for wrap (jheeze)

[Verse 2: Chip]
(Let me get ’em from here Giggs)
Came in, look amazing, smell the fragrance
Brown eyes but they look red, I been blazing
Your eyes, yeah they look red, you been hating
No time for you fuckboys, where’s the papers? (money)
M’s around the corner, I can smell them
Cut you off, yeah I sever ties, fuck it, dwell them (move)
Up time on a late night, hit your girlfriend
She said I got a big head, make it swell then (yeah)
Polite but ‘raged, tryna balance my ways
You’re tackling what? I got balance for days (fam)
You calling your dargs, I attack on my Js (ones)
Atlanta with Giggs, from 2008
Decade in the game, like how am I still under 30?
You know I never quit so don’t you ever try and murk me (no!)
Living in my bubble, I had niggas wanna burst me (why?)
Ay allow it man, you thirsty, you sucking off my energy (allow it)
Essential, I got the remedy
Own boss, what the fuck is you niggas telling me?
Seattle gold, neck drippin’ in rose word to Spen
Before diamonds I had gems
Independent on racket, yeah I love tennis (swing it)
I’m a landlord, straight, I can have tenants
See them likkle man, them nuh above man
This the sounds of Chip and Hollowman
Ay, it is done

Chip – Scene (feat. Jammer, D Double E, Jme, Miraa May & Wiley) (League Of My Own II Album)

[Intro: Wiley]
Because, y— d’you know what?
That’s a good thing to say because if you say "grime’s dead" Everyone will sorta think "Oh, is grime dead?"
Some people who’ll know it ain’t dead will say "No, it’s not dead" Some people will go along and think "Yeah, it is dead"
And in that case, that will flush out the people
Who shouldn’t even be there
And then the people who should be there will remain
So when I look at them "grime’s dead" T-shirts
Sometimes I think "Yeah, it is dead
Grime’s so dead that it’s not dead!"

[Chorus: Jammer]
Yo, wide awake in the scene
Me and my circle shapin’ the scene
Dem man try bring fake to the scene
We clock that they can’t partake in the scene
You didn’t drop no tape in the scene
Ain’t got a reload, ain’t in the scene
Dem man there try takin’ the dream
Think that they are but they ain’t in the scene

[Verse 1: Chip]
Seen us standin’, so outstandin’
Light this amm’ ting, I’m not landin’
You’re no bandit, stand like raskit
Had myself when no one backed it
Mandem skankin’, they’re on a dab ting
UK ting, go home, black cab ting
Bore up what? Chat shit, stop actin’
Man might fling that shield like Captain
Defensive tool used when attackin’
I’m not new to sends or clashin’
Never been sets, on sound you’re slackin’
Swing rounds till man down, no lackin’
Ask ’round in my scene, I’m active
Blast rounds on MCs for acting
Konnichiwa flow I’m stampin’
Born champion, long before "Champion"
Verse not ending, got more pendin’
This one here nasty, MAC 10 ting
‘Llow me, you’re not real, you’re pretendin’
You’re on what I’m off, I’m on a next ting
Beats impactin’, no relaxin’
Cop work and shot that, get stacks in
My pad, no fiction, just facts in
Your tracks should be the soundtrack for Catfish (yeah)

[Chorus: Jammer & D Double E]
Wide awake in the scene
Me and my circle shapin’ the scene
Dem man try bring fake to the scene
We clock that they can’t partake in the scene
You didn’t drop no tape in the scene
Ain’t got a reload, ain’t in the scene (oh, my God)
Dem man there try takin’ the dream
Think that they are but they ain’t in the scene (ooh)

[Verse 2: D Double E]
I’ve been rippin’ the scene to bits from sixteen
And I’m still me (yeah), ten times better than when I was sixteen
Man couldn’t test when I was sixteen
Even man that was older than sixteen
Didn’t believe that I was younger than sixteen
Always here, always been
Always fresh, always clean
That’s me (mre, mre)
Nah, you ain’t been where I’ve been
Or seen what I’ve seen
Dem time there you weren’t on the scene
I was always clean in the scene
Pushed to fulfill my dream in the scene
Cuh man a mek money and man a mek plans
And man a mek money and badabupbup
That’s what I’m on right now, see? (Ching-ching)
Badabupbup
Don’t mek a man bring the machine (brrah)
You can’t squash it like tanger— tsk! (Brrah)
Mek a man shake just like tambourine
Push a operation like the Marine
Take dem out, take dem out of the scene
Cuh dem man there don’t add to the scene
Just study and steal and grab from the scene, just nah

[Chorus: Jammer & Jme]
Wide awake in the scene
Me and my circle shapin’ the scene
Dem man try bring fake to the scene
We clock that they can’t partake in the scene
You didn’t drop no tape in the scene
Ain’t got a reload, ain’t in the scene
Dem man there try takin’ the dream (serious)
Think that they are but they ain’t in the scene

[Verse 3: Jme]
Trust me, bare arseholes
Man try come with some bravado
I’m from the days of no videos
Just mic, lyrics, blud, hold your own
These times man was walkin’ on road
Buildin’ a scene and I didn’t even know
Same ting we done on the radio
Is what we do now on big stage shows
We’re doin’ it ’cause we done it
You can’t ruin it ’cause we run it
Live it while you hate, we will create
You’re losin’ it ’cause we bun it
Kill it, we love it, innit?
Blood, sweat, and years in the game
Everything’s changed but man look the same
You preheat the oven, I preheat the whip, fam, stay in your lane

[Bridge: Miraa May]
Flower in my hand
You can’t stop me and my friends
All that hype and all that bullshit
Paranoia can make you lose it
Always had this, who you foolin’?
Make your movie, tell your story
It’s a celebration

[Verse 4: Wiley]
I’ve been in the scene since MRC 60s
Born late 70s, not 60s
I know about music from the 60s
Gyaldem are black, white, Asian, and mixies
I’ll be makin’ beats in my 60s
Head screwed on, that’s why you gotta pick me
Bro, I took the risk, it was risky
Won’t get offended if anybody diss me
Ayy, talk is cheap and we know that
Pass the gelato, fam, and let me roll that
Everybody’s new hat, looking at my old hat
New pics looking like old ones I took with a Kodak
Throwaway, throwaway
If you don’t know style then go away
I came in the game for a reason
I don’t last a game, I last seasons
Energetic, I leave the dance paralytic
If anybody’s got any talk, then direc’ it
If anybody’s got any talk, please projec’ it
Wireless, I got the vibe-us
Looking for the rose wine-us
I’m the definition of grime-us
They can’t divide us
If you can’t breathe it, unblock your sinus

[Chorus: Jammer]
Wide awake in the scene
Me and my circle shapin’ the scene
Dem man try bring fake to the scene
We clock that they can’t partake in the scene
You didn’t drop no tape in the scene
Ain’t got a reload, ain’t in the scene
Dem man there try takin’ the dream
Think that they are but they ain’t in the scene

Chris Rivers – DASAFAC

[Intro]
I’ve been debilitated
Since I was a kid, all you niggas hated
Well, look at me now
Picked up the crown and then put it back down
I never needed it

[Hook]
Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

[Verse 1]
Made it and I did it with my Gs up
Social when a nigga get the cheese up
Did the most existentials for the Lisa
Flippin’ big birds in the streets, that was the ostrich
Never seen Batman, but Robbin was all in our conscious
Fuck all the capes, went from playin’ [???]
They’re diggin’ up crates, I’m blowin’ that smoke in your face
You better bring some weed if you smokin’ though
You better bring your wings if you floatin’ though
You better squeeze them cheeks if you hoein’, hoe
You going to see me increase like I’m over [?]
I’ma be spittin’ that dope till they overdose
Ride-or-die’s rollin’ with me like a rodeo
Picture me winnin’, I’m buildin’ portfolios
Dark, but I’m makin’ that cream like an Oreo

[Verse 2]
Packin’ the MAC in back of the [?]
If you attack, there’s a plan for that
How you gon’ slack? There’s an app for that
Fuck, what you lack, there’s a nigga with half of that
Seein’ your spot and he’s after that
Bitch, where your passion at? I’m always askin’ that
Can’t have a [?] work ethic when only your dreams be the Cadillacs
Bitch, I’m the man, stop bein’ a kid, get your Cabbage Patch
If I ain’t rollin’, I’m scrollin’
If I ain’t runnin’, I’m walkin’
If I ain’t walkin’, I’m crawlin’
If I ain’t crawlin’, I’m flyin’
If I ain’t livin’, I’m dyin’, nigga
Never back down, you doubt to pull up and try, nigga
[?] a nigga with the sling and the stones, I’m a king with these poems
Just want the bling and the hoes
Honest, still feel like I’m woke, some haters still think it’s a joke
I just want millis on millis
I just want momma to know that I’m winnin’
I just want haters to know it’s my city
You feel me? You feel me
You don’t? Then you don’t, don’t mean shit to me, really
I’ll be that nigga [?] Heffe, got your bitch callin’ me, "Sensei"
‘Cause we kickin’ it like a [?]
Stay ahead of y’all, bitch, I’ve been ready ’cause

Yns – Yg feat. Blac Youngsta & Yfn Lucci lyrics

Lyrics Yg – YNS

Nigga, we don’t give no f*ck
Uh, nigga
Nigga, we gon’ come through with that hundred round, hoe
And, nigga, your baby gon’ be whining
That’s yours, nigga
Yeah, I don’t give no f*ck, nigga
Gangster s**t
One, one, one, huhhh.(yns)

Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
F*ck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga s**t, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop versuri-lyrics.info
Whippin’ the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
F*ck that b***h, yeah
I’ma burn your cap and f*ck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll.

Ouuuu, what’s up with that neck, hoe?
Ouuuu, suck it ’till she got that strep throat
Ouuuu, what’s up with that check, hoe?
I got it, main reason why I flex, hoe
I’m with it all, always involved, pistol by my draws
Hood nigga, in love, pistol with my broad
Shake my head, I mean that nigga trip my car alarm
Off that Patron, I be feelin’ like, “F*ck all y’all!”
Told that b***h don’t trust me
Told that b***h don’t love me
Told that b***h I’m ratchet
Told that b***h just f*ck me
These popos and these rap niggas f*ck with gangbangers and trap niggas
I don’t shake hands, I don’t dap niggas
I just hold this MAC, nigga.

Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
F*ck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga s**t, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin’ the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
F*ck that b***h, yeah
I’ma burn your cap and f*ck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll.

Go cath a body, lil’ nigga, go hit a lick
How the f*ck you poppin’ and ain’t never pop s**t?
Either or, we ain’t rockin’ with it
Get your noggin split
Have your s**t lookin’ like a whip with no top on it
Hopped right out on it
Watch me take your hoe, nigga, it’s a robbery
Niggas sounding like me, why the f*ck they mocking me?
And I’ve been chasing dough and I can’t let them follow me
And if they go, we gon’.

You scared, I’ma bust your a*s
I make my haters mad
They wish I was dead
Run in the house, run in the house, run in the house
Run up your bands, yeah
Go put a scam, yeah
.40 hangin’ out my pants, yeahhhh.

2Pac – Fuckin With The Wrong Nigga (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Niggas.. fuckin’ with the wrong nigga

[Verse 1]
My seductive introduction be specific
Still elusive, but exclusive’s what I give you when I kick it
And I’m still lifted; niggas can’t get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flippin’ my adversaries, gettin’ the dick swiftly
Niggas is swingin’ wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch, but your whole click will still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I’m up before the sun come up, I’m tired
Just a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I’m ridin’
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo’ artillery when you come for me, ‘cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, ‘cause Syke was bustin’
Plus, Bo had ’em duckin’, screamin’, "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law on me
My phone’s tapped So I had to send word through my lil’ homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin’ with the wrong nigga

[Hook]
This is what you get
When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it

[Verse 2]
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray and thank the Lord
For givin’ me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful, man, but still when niggas come for me
All I can see is gettin’ ’em killed
For real, it’s how I feel
Reflect my thoughts, flowin’ on these reels
Make my enemies deal with my steel; they caps peeled
We still cool, but you played yourself
Give him the MAC and make him spray hisself, heyyy
Fallin’ legends clutchin’ chrome three-five-seven
Puttin’ two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in Heaven
Why call in shots? Nobody really as clear as me
Ain’t tryin’ to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder, my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love
God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
You know?

[Hook]
It’s like.., why you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga?

[Verse 3]
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my mathematics skills from real drug dealers
Tried to rise, but they tried me
I guess they all had to die, ‘cause we tried peace
I die in these streets
Blast ’til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggas gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride, so they can’t stop it
Then keep it poppin’, lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch, and now this new shit, gon’, fade ’em all
My niggas ball, made a call for some back-up
For lil’ homies and my dogs in the black truck
"Buck buck" was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby, bring the black hearse
Should’ve never fucked around, buster
How you figure makin’ moves on the wrong nigga

[Hook]
It’s what it sounds like, ding ding ding..
When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Niggas gettin’ hit, when they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Fuckin’ with the wrong nigga

Mango Foo – Levels

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

[Verse]
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a bitch on a pedestal
These bitches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These bitches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
Fuck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete

Levels – Mango Foo lyrics

Lyrics Mango Foo – Levels

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella.

I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Versuri-lyrics.info
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a b*tch on a pedestal
These b*tches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These b*tches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
f*ck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete.

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachellaaa.
Mango Foo lyrics
Video Mango Foo

Meek Mill – Organized Chaos (feat. Eearz) (Meekend Music 2 Album)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Homies dead and I miss ’em
Rest caught up in the system
Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won’t be a victim
Pyrex stove in the kitchen
Pray the lord gon’ forgive us
Go to war with the realest
For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner
I went from captain to K
Catchin’ a bus to catchin’ a Wraith
Banana boy, up in my Bape
I’m tryna catch me an eighth
They tryna touch on my safe
I cannot barely can sleep
I gotta lay with my peeps
Every single fuckin’ day of the week
They killed my daddy in nine-two
I had to stay in the streets
Warrin’ with niggas from down the block
I had to wake up to beef
Forty gon’ wake up the neighbors
They gotta wake up to me
Smokin’ dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin’ for me
Tell my opps that we gon’ die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain’t in the hood so we can’t slide by your strip
Cookin’ so much fuckin’ work I might get high off that brick

[Chorus: Eearz]
Can’t ever forget, can’t ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas ’round here die ’bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin’ on me for what? you should go get a check
You gon’ do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon’ come for your neck, I suggest you protect

[Verse 2: Eearz]
Ma died back in oh-five, it was no one but me
Popped out that pussy nine-two, fell in love with the streets
I do not do perpetuations, these real talk and the statements
Hide the masses, I hit payment
I need street participation
They said that I wouldn’t be nothin’
It’s just like a fuckin’ nigga to be hatin’
I got business for myself and he ain’t
I’m tryna pull up, make the whole block faint
The coupe stained inside, candy paint
I pass the [?] ’cause a nigga don’t drank it
Only get faded on special occasions
Like when I get them new Ben Franks
I got niggas on the roof and the flank
For the ones who think diamonds be blank
We hit him up at the top of his tank
Strong arm who, bitch I get dank
Told him strip, let the lil baby spray
Now off rip name heavy in the race
Need no nigga, I depend on my faith
I bet they give me a Wraith and a [?]
Put all the play aways in the game and put a [?] out his ways
See niggas don’t know about all the pain and see all my struggle
See I came straight out of them crevices and that gutter
These niggas don’t know about it, better then not tell ’em I show ’em, yeah I show ’em

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Yeah, they’ll smoke you for a Rollie
Niggas kill him for a Cuban
Gotta watch how I’m movin’
Freddie Kruger with the Ruger
They’ll kill you when you’re talkin’ peace
Learned that shit from Martin Luther
Gotta move with a shooter
More jewels than a jeweler
Niggas be hating for what
You should go get you a check
Diamonds they jumping like checkers
But we still moving like chess
Head shot, head shot
Bang bang, what you gon’ do with that vest?
Ran off like thirty bricks
Give a fuck ’bout who the connect
We was just living to die
Now we just dying to live
They put my dog in the sky
We spilling bottles to live
You better check your homie ‘fore I put a check on the top of his head
Bitches be checking for me ’cause they know a nigga on top of his bread
I drop four like Uno
Fuck a popstar, get kudos
Two bad hoes in my two door
Flooded my fleece on [?]
Went OG on your OG
My young nigga he a fool though
We had to go get it OT
I made a milly off two O’s

Dae Dae – New Wave

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

21 Savage – Nothin New (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols
I’m tryna feed my family, I ain’t being political
You ain’t givin’ out money then they look at you pitiful
You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you
Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon’ shoot up your Sprinter
I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental
Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can’t wait ’til December
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon’ shoot you on camera
Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin’ to a bandana
Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle
Loading up his chopper, he gon’ show ’em black lives matter

[Chorus]
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama own that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too

[Verse 2]
Shit gettin’ outrageous
Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages
Young, black, poor, ain’t had a father since a baby
Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement?
Why you think we ridin’ ’round with choppers off safety?
Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I’m cutthroat
I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can’t vote
Poppin’ Percocets to kill the pain, I can’t cope
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes
Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke
Breakin’ down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope
They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke
Welcome to the hood, yeah where niggas dyin’ at
Same place where the best chicken gettin’ fried at
Same place where the police killin’, tellin’ lies at
It ain’t just the babies, man, I swear the mama’s cryin’ now

Liife – Desiigner feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Liife

Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.(liife)

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrrrrah) he drownin’
Bounce b***h, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk s**t or freestyle
F**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it.

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But f**k ’em all versuri-lyrics.info
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ s**t (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

Funny,
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Ayyyy, huhhh.

I’m on some real life, s**t liife, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pickkk.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

DESIIGNER – Liife lyrics

Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrrrrah
Git, git, grrrrrah
Desiigner

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Truck in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, ( grrrrrah)he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
[?]
[?]
[?]

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

It’s Gucci
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time when I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (Gucci!)

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

Funny, Desiigner
All the [?]
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past [?]
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

Dae Dae – New Wave Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

Nas – One Mic (feat. Jack White) (On The American Epic Sessions) (Live)

[Verse 1]
All I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood
Mixed with 151, one sip’ll make a nigga flip
Writin’ names on my hollow tips, plottin’ shit
Mad violence, who I’m gon’ body? This hood politics
Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us, roll up and try knockin’ us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Ricochetin’ between the spots that I’m hidin’ in
Blackin’ out as I shoot back – fuck gettin’ hit!
This is my hood, I’ma rep to the death of it
‘Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
Hoodrats, don’t abortion your womb
We need more warriors soon
Sent from the star, sun and the moon
In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin’ victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die, with 9’s out
This is what Nas is ’bout, nigga, the time is now

[Hook]
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic

[Verse 2]
All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen
One prayer; tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter of fact, maybe more than one
Look back at all the hatred against me – fuck all of them!
Jesus died at age 33, there’s 33 shots
From twin Glocks, there’s 16 apiece, that’s 32
Which means one of my guns was holdin’ 17
27 hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral
Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin’ is fair, niggas roll up, shootin’ from wheelchairs
My heart is racin’, tastin’ revenge in the air
I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I’m strapped with a couple of MAC’s, too many 9’s
If y’all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semi’s
Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty
There’s nothin’ in our way: they bust, we bust
They rush, we rush, lead flyin’, feel it? I feel it in my gut
That we take these bitches to war, lie ’em down
‘Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now

[Hook]
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic

[Verse 3]
All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I’m one man
What I stand for speaks for itself, they don’t understand
Don’t wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin’ all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is
Niggas’ll move on you, only if they know what your weakness is
I have none – too late to grab guns
I’m blastin’ ‘cause I’m a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn’t have that ass done? Fooled you niggas
What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin’
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin’
Complete with thick scars
Brothers knifin’ each other up in prison yards
Drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a cop would get killed
Body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range
Niggas throwin’ dirt on my name
Jealous ‘cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me ‘cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn’t true
She came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin’, I never make the same mistakes
Movin’ with a change of pace
Lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin’ my melon, ‘cause none of these niggas real
Heard they were tellin’ police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I’m on the right track, I’m finally found
You need some soul-searchin’, the time is now

[Hook]
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic

OG Maco – Pigs Lyrics

[Intro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
Never talk to pigs, I ain’t Charlotte
It’s a web of lies and I gotta dodge ’em
Collared for a crime and the system dog ’em
Niggas’ fleas off ’em, coppin’ pleas often
Freedom seem certain
And if he ain’t talkin’ he your real partner
Got a couple shottas with a rat problem
Put some cheese on em, got a gat callin’
Glock 40, hot lead on ’em
Blood bed for ’em
Really love life, he’ll beg for it
Niggas so trife, pat your back with a knife
From the dark, never seen a face
Barely seen a spark
Bark bark, it’s a dog in the night
Hawk watch on the birds servin’ white
He ain’t really got the nerves for the curb
Lil homie hit his head when he Gurb
Sprayin’ hollows in the turn with the swerve
Sipping sipping, hit the cup with the syrup
In the field with a MAC and my word
Walls talkin and the calls dropping
Got the Feds plottin’, dirty cops rockin’
And the opps watchin, thinkin’ all profit
And they all talkin’ ’til the dog barkin’
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[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Verse 2: XVL Hendrix]
I don’t talk to nobody
Seven days I been geeking off molly
She rub on my body
Then she wanna come and hold me scotty
I get that money then double up, double up
Get whacked off for a cheap price
I fuck with a lot of my country niggas
They like to get geeked up on ice
Twenty-twenty vision, I can see this shit right
Got a stick on the seat and it’s sitting nice
Can’t fuck with these niggas, they probably police
They’ll cut they ties just to get you life
Fuck ’em, I ain’t seein’ niggas live life
First up, nigga I paid the price
Sipping that mud, I do not like ice
Young Hendrix, I can get whatever you like
Young nigga, man I earned my own stripes
Stacking chips just for me to get right
Fuck her feelings, man I’m catching a flight
Run the racks up all day and all night
Chasing these deals while I’m poppin’ these ‘cets
Before I hit twenty-five I’ma see a mil
Got the [?] jawn, that shit for real
In my city man it’s kill or be killed

[Outro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Doe Boy – 956 Nights (feat. DJ Esco)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
If Esco don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You know how we rockin’ for young Future man

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers start boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Verse: Doe Boy]
This ain’t gangsta rap, I’m just bringing hood back
Let a savage in the game, I make ’em feel like Suge back
All my niggas shoot straps, sell dog and cook crack
He a pussy with some money so you know we took that
9-1-1, the streets need me
The streets love Beezy ’cause the streets believe me
Bitch my hoe card don’t exist
Cross and you gon’ meet the stick
Bitch we riding like a Lyft
Wit guns we can barely lift
Bitch I’m flexin’, I’m cappin’, you lackin’, I’m jackin’
I pull out this cannon, demanding, not asking
You rappin’, not trapping, I’m savage, you acting
You taxing, they snatching, they pull up, get active
Why these pussies tryna beef, I’m not even in they reach
Got some youngins tryna eat, I’ll feed you to the streets
Oh these niggas think it’s sweet? where you at, I’m tryna link
Got that draco on the seat, make ’em JuJu on that beat
Hopped in da Audi, shooting then I’m outty
Niggas at my neck but I got all these goons around me
Broke niggas bore me, you can fight this .40
Magazine clip, I’ll let it tell a story
Ridin’ through the trenches but we pulling up in Porsches
Shooter on the streets but go to jail and get extorted
That’s why I don’t need the MAC
This the truth, it ain’t a rap
Last nigga ran up on me on the Fam, he took a nap
He ain’t really ’bout that life that pussy boy just talk that
Fifty thousand ’round my neck, I swear yo life don’t cost that
I can’t pay that boy attention ’cause he ain’t no boss yet
I got niggas that catch bodies they just ain’t get caught yet
Hold on

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers goin’ boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Streets need me nigga
Gang gang
Doe!

GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy)

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

Future – Flip (Future Album)

[Intro]
If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

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