Thank God for the help, thank God He was there
Thank God for my life, remember times when I ain't care
Thank God I got right, I got tired of sittin' in jail
Thank God for these stripes, but don't label me a ref
I'm thankin' God for wakin' me up, that's more than enough
I'm thankin' God for hearin' me out when I feel alone
Thankin' God for pullin' me back when I'm too involved
I'm thankin' God for my mama 'cause she ain't left at all
I'm thankin' God that He saved me, woah
Why? 'Cause my lifestyle crazy, but I made it
I never asked Him to be famous, but I'll take it
(I never asked Him to be, oh, oh, oh)
Thank God (thank God)
Thank God
Oh Lord, I thank God (oh Lord)
Oh Lord, I thank God
Thank God (thank God)
Oh Lord, I thank God
Oh Lord, I thank (thank God)
Oh Lord, I thank God (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thank God that we won, thank God for my son
Thank God for hard times, but sometimes, it's too much
I thank God for makin' me the man I am, I'm too strong
Thank God for everything that I went through at so young
When I was young, I never knew what I'd become
When I was young, I never knew I'd find God
When I was young, kept havin' thoughts of givin' up
When I was young, I never knew I'd be a don, I thank God
(Thank God)
Oh Lord, I thank God (thank God)
Oh Lord, I thank God
Oh Lord, I thank God, aw yeah (yeah, yeah)
Thank God
Oh Lord, I thank God (oh, thank God)
Oh Lord, I thank God (oh, thank God)
Oh Lord, I thank God (thank God)
Hunxho - Thank God Album Lyrics
Hunxho - Thank God Lyrics
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Jonathan Rotem, Wanya Morris II, Wanya Morris III, Wanya Moris IV, Wanya Morris V
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Not Lying
Huh
Goin' to jail helped me find patience with myself
Ain't feel like waitin' on myself or nobody else
Don't need nobody help
Can't put my pride to the side, do it all myself
On Dre, that shit there killed me, I don't know how I'm still livin'
And I pray the Lord forgive me, but I'm like God inside these trenches, God
"Xho, how you get money, but still let all of your young niggas rob?" Yeah
'Cause I can't say that I made it, I ain't there
Do they hate me? Should I care?
'Cause they don't check on me, ain't worried 'bout nobody but theyself, aw
And I done fell a hundred times, but never fell off
And lately, I been wearin' condoms, but I'm still raw, dog
Can't never get stuck in the middle, I know I'm a winner
A shooter be drivin' in all of my cars, if any nigga play, they'll end 'em
I don't like talkin' 'bout beefin' on songs, but all of my opps tryna spin 'em
Know I done been in that jam, shit, I know how to get out that blender, yeah
I put everything on Brenda, six, no I ain't just a pretender, yeah
They could have a hundred hands, shit, I know they still wouldn't lend 'em
If you know me, you know I'm a dog, shit, you know I belong in a kennel
If you know me, you know all my cars bought, ain't none of these bitches a rental
Woah, wait, I wake up and get more pape'
Can't believe that I'm so paid
Most of these bitches I'm f*ckin' go both ways
Now I make me a million in four days
You live by the gun and you die by the gun
I don't see me dyin' from old age
I get a hundred a show, I used to rob for 4K, yeah, yeah
Huh, I been goin' hard, can't say I'm not tryin'
She jump when I say so, she not Zion
Yeah, made it up outta the jungle and, nigga, I'm not lyin'
I tried to come into this world feet first
So God saved my life before it even started
I was blessed with the guidance of my father's wisdom
And the love of an understanding mother's heart
I was taught the value of respect for self
And others in a world where this has become luxury
All the things that I complained I didn't have
I know now that was really more than enough for me
Some kids don't have food in they bellies
Clothes on they backs, or a bed to even sleep at night
Often, we don't see the things we should be thankful for
Until we suffer through enough to make us see the light
For a people to be displaced and enslaved
Robbed of their culture, God, and stripped of their identity
And after generations gone by
Forced to live amongst and be dependent on the enemy
Put into situations where survival is through hard choices
And then judged as if they ever had an equal chance
Brutalized by the ones that should protect us
And they say that our society is civilized and more advanced
The fact that I can send this message to you now
Proves without a doubt that miracles can still happen for us
We gon' overcome the obstacles we're facing now
No matter what the adversary does, he cannot destroy us
All the murders and the drugs and the prison ever has done or will do is waste our lives
We will transcend this darkness and not only just survive, but I guarantee we rise
Above the putrid stench of death and evil deeds
Above the hatred and not caring for each other's needs
We can change it all starting with our hearts and minds
Because as long as we draw breath, we still got time
Thank God
Goin' to jail helped me find patience with myself
Ain't feel like waitin' on myself or nobody else
Don't need nobody help
Can't put my pride to the side, do it all myself
On Dre, that shit there killed me, I don't know how I'm still livin'
And I pray the Lord forgive me, but I'm like God inside these trenches, God
"Xho, how you get money, but still let all of your young niggas rob?" Yeah
'Cause I can't say that I made it, I ain't there
Do they hate me? Should I care?
'Cause they don't check on me, ain't worried 'bout nobody but theyself, aw
And I done fell a hundred times, but never fell off
And lately, I been wearin' condoms, but I'm still raw, dog
Can't never get stuck in the middle, I know I'm a winner
A shooter be drivin' in all of my cars, if any nigga play, they'll end 'em
I don't like talkin' 'bout beefin' on songs, but all of my opps tryna spin 'em
Know I done been in that jam, shit, I know how to get out that blender, yeah
I put everything on Brenda, six, no I ain't just a pretender, yeah
They could have a hundred hands, shit, I know they still wouldn't lend 'em
If you know me, you know I'm a dog, shit, you know I belong in a kennel
If you know me, you know all my cars bought, ain't none of these bitches a rental
Woah, wait, I wake up and get more pape'
Can't believe that I'm so paid
Most of these bitches I'm f*ckin' go both ways
Now I make me a million in four days
You live by the gun and you die by the gun
I don't see me dyin' from old age
I get a hundred a show, I used to rob for 4K, yeah, yeah
Huh, I been goin' hard, can't say I'm not tryin'
She jump when I say so, she not Zion
Yeah, made it up outta the jungle and, nigga, I'm not lyin'
I tried to come into this world feet first
So God saved my life before it even started
I was blessed with the guidance of my father's wisdom
And the love of an understanding mother's heart
I was taught the value of respect for self
And others in a world where this has become luxury
All the things that I complained I didn't have
I know now that was really more than enough for me
Some kids don't have food in they bellies
Clothes on they backs, or a bed to even sleep at night
Often, we don't see the things we should be thankful for
Until we suffer through enough to make us see the light
For a people to be displaced and enslaved
Robbed of their culture, God, and stripped of their identity
And after generations gone by
Forced to live amongst and be dependent on the enemy
Put into situations where survival is through hard choices
And then judged as if they ever had an equal chance
Brutalized by the ones that should protect us
And they say that our society is civilized and more advanced
The fact that I can send this message to you now
Proves without a doubt that miracles can still happen for us
We gon' overcome the obstacles we're facing now
No matter what the adversary does, he cannot destroy us
All the murders and the drugs and the prison ever has done or will do is waste our lives
We will transcend this darkness and not only just survive, but I guarantee we rise
Above the putrid stench of death and evil deeds
Above the hatred and not caring for each other's needs
We can change it all starting with our hearts and minds
Because as long as we draw breath, we still got time
Thank God
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Lily Kaplan, Maxwell Yeagar, Ruben L. Bailey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Worth It
[ Featuring Fridayy ]
I know
Sometimes, I'm hard to read between
The lines, woah
But you know exactly what you mean to me (woah)
Woah-oh (ooh)
And I'm not perfect
I sit back and I watch
I put time into my craft, all that time spent in the box, I need God
I been stressed, but I guess I ain't stressed enough 'cause I ain't bought
Don't beg me 'cause if I start helpin' you then I'll be wrong
You ain't take it how I took it, I took that one to the heart
I had bulletproofed my car, but my gun still under my arm
If you ever catch me f*ckin' with these bitches, it'd be porn
Give the world to all my children 'cause they ain't ask me to be born
I'm clutchin', yeah, I keep ratchet
I never talk to police, I'll never tell 'em what happened
Nigga ever play with me, he disappear, I'm Carole Baskin
They never know about my problems, never tell 'em if they ask me
I wake up in the morning and go get it so fast
That my legs still ashy and my head's still nappy (head still nappy)
I wake up in the morning and go get it so fast
That my drawers still baggy, I gotta make it happen (happen, oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
I know
Sometimes, I'm hard to read between
The lines, woah
But you know exactly what you mean to me (woah)
Woah-oh (ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
And I'm not perfect (ooh), woah
But I hope that I'm worth it to you (hope that I'm worth it)
Woah
And I'm not perfect, oh
I hope that I'm worth it to you (that I'm worth it)
Woah-oh (oh, yeah)
And I ain't perfect, I still f*ck, still'll get a nigga plucked
Still'll tie a nigga up and put his bitch-ass in the trunk
And you bet' not go to jail 'fore I get to you
Cops still'll get a nigga stuck, put his bitch ass in the bunk
Yeah, I'm that, don't get this shit confused 'cause I rap
Take one wrong post, a nigga ass'll be a head, I don't even care
Spend hundreds of thousands on all these clothes I don't even wear
Really think I don't put a hundred of these thousands on your hair
And my bitch get out the line, then she gettin' slapped, bitch, I ain't play her
Just the leavin' the buildin', never leave when it's war, know I'll be there
Still remember it got hard for a nigga, you had left
I don't play, I still put rod on a nigga, he get bit
Put rod on a nigga, he get bit (bit)
Send a-, in this shit, I be there (I be there)
He get built, yeah
'Cause I ain't playin'
I know
Sometimes, I'm hard to read between
The lines, woah
But you know exactly what you mean to me (woah)
Woah-oh (ooh)
And I'm not perfect (ooh), woah
But I hope that I'm worth it to you (hope that I'm worth it to you)
Woah
And I'm not perfect, oh
I hope that I'm worth it to you (that I'm worth it)
Woah-oh
Writer: Austin Owens, Francis Leblanc, Ibrahim Dodo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
In The Morning
[ Featuring Ty Dolla $ign ]
Huh
No more breakups, girl, I can't take it
I say, "I love you," you tell me, "Save it"
If I fall, we all fall, if we fall, it's my fault
Well, you caught me off guard and I'm sorry
If I lose you, my loss and I'm losin' my roster
I'll never decline a call when you call me
Can I have you in the morning? (In the morning, yeah)
Can I have you when I want you? Oh, I need
Time, 'cause I know that time important (time important)
But I can't see you spendin' time without me
Can I have you when I want it?
Want it, want it, want it, want it (want it)
Yeah, be here to tell me, "Good morning"
Morning, morning, morning, morning
And come for me when it be stormin'
Stormin', stormin', stormin', stormin' (stormin')
Yeah, you love me deep inside yo' stomach
Stomach, stomach, stomach, stomach
Can I have you how I want?
Can I have you how I need?
Can I have you 'til the sun up, I'll be bunned up in them cheeks
I'ma take you out for pasta, bust it down at home, capiche
Dog-ass nigga that you with don't wanna let you off your leash
It's a difference with me
And it's night and day
Pull the Lamb' truck up on yo' side, tell me time and place
F*ck a slick talk, let the stick talk, ain't no conversate'
Let your nigga off the cell and get him out the way
If I fall, we all fall, if we fall, it's my fault
Well, you caught me off guard and I'm sorry
If I lose you, my loss and I'm losin' my roster (ooh, yeah)
I'll never decline a call when you call me
Can I have you in the morning? (Oh, baby)
Can I have you when I want you? Oh, I need (When I want you)
Time 'cause I know that time important (ooh-ooh)
But I can't see you spendin' time without me (ooh, yeah)
Can I have you when I want it?
Want it, want it, want it, want it (want it)
Yeah, be here to tell me, "Good morning"
Morning, morning, morning, morning
And come for me when it be stormin'
Stormin', stormin', stormin', stormin' (stormin')
Yeah, you love me deep inside yo' stomach
Stomach, stomach, stomach, stomach
Writer: Aaron Horowitz, Andrew Neely, Bri Ana Oniru, Ibrahim Dodo, Robert O. Harper Jr., Sean Momberger, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ight
(Taurus) alright, alright, alright, alright
I'm doin, my time, aight, haha
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Blood
Yeah
And my brother 'nem slick like butter (butter)
In the back of that- with them cutters (frrt)
This gang shit like dissin' my mama, alright
I don't play, I ain't goin' for nothin', alright
Let his opp head drop me a whole night, alright
Spin niggas block in a Honda, aight
Every nigga play, nigga died (died)
Pull up to see if ya mama alright
Pull on my block in a Royce (a Royce)
Hopped out and stepped on a roach (dead)
I got bread, I can't run out of motion (bread)
With the jackboys without the lotion (lotion)
I'm in this bitch, I'm with CG
It ain't nothin' to go put her in CC (it isn't)
Niggas hoes just like a DVD (DVD)
Spin back-to-back talkin' 'bout repeat, yeah
Ain't nothin' C but my eye (eye)
Everything bloody, aight (bloody)
Ain't nothin' C but the yacht (the yacht)
Scream for my brother, alright? (Uh-huh)
Soon as these lil' niggas die (die)
He get wrapped like a mummy, alright (alright)
'Cause my bitty can't hide from me
I'll never run out of money, alright? (Alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright)
You can stay just for a night (for a day)
I'm a young nigga, don't even play, nigga
Strapped in this bitch like a dyke, alright? (Brrt, brrt)
He'll die by tonight, alright?
On Blood, nigga just sent a kite, alright (send the kite)
Pray the dog appeal, get a house on a hill
Go outside and take a hike, alright (go outside, take a hike)
I'm G, the rap shit easy
Ten songs, this a mill' off feats (yeah)
One mill' on one nigga head, bet the boy get found they'll spin all week (oh, yeah)
Can't take the hood out of me
But take me out the hood spend a mill' on EBT (EBT)
Whole gang shoot, T-T-G (T-T-G)
Got your ho at the spot and she E-A-T (E-A-T)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
I'm doin, my time, aight, haha
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Blood
Yeah
And my brother 'nem slick like butter (butter)
In the back of that- with them cutters (frrt)
This gang shit like dissin' my mama, alright
I don't play, I ain't goin' for nothin', alright
Let his opp head drop me a whole night, alright
Spin niggas block in a Honda, aight
Every nigga play, nigga died (died)
Pull up to see if ya mama alright
Pull on my block in a Royce (a Royce)
Hopped out and stepped on a roach (dead)
I got bread, I can't run out of motion (bread)
With the jackboys without the lotion (lotion)
I'm in this bitch, I'm with CG
It ain't nothin' to go put her in CC (it isn't)
Niggas hoes just like a DVD (DVD)
Spin back-to-back talkin' 'bout repeat, yeah
Ain't nothin' C but my eye (eye)
Everything bloody, aight (bloody)
Ain't nothin' C but the yacht (the yacht)
Scream for my brother, alright? (Uh-huh)
Soon as these lil' niggas die (die)
He get wrapped like a mummy, alright (alright)
'Cause my bitty can't hide from me
I'll never run out of money, alright? (Alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright)
You can stay just for a night (for a day)
I'm a young nigga, don't even play, nigga
Strapped in this bitch like a dyke, alright? (Brrt, brrt)
He'll die by tonight, alright?
On Blood, nigga just sent a kite, alright (send the kite)
Pray the dog appeal, get a house on a hill
Go outside and take a hike, alright (go outside, take a hike)
I'm G, the rap shit easy
Ten songs, this a mill' off feats (yeah)
One mill' on one nigga head, bet the boy get found they'll spin all week (oh, yeah)
Can't take the hood out of me
But take me out the hood spend a mill' on EBT (EBT)
Whole gang shoot, T-T-G (T-T-G)
Got your ho at the spot and she E-A-T (E-A-T)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Alright (alright), alright (alright)
Writer: Brian Campi, Dwayne Carter, Earl Conyers, Ibrahim Dodo, Joshua Banks, Tauheed Epps, Taurus Bucy Currie Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
It's Okay
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you try so hard to get it off your mind, it's okay
Try sometimes when you try so hard, but they act like you not trying, it's okay
It's okay
When shit get hard, but you did your part and you never lose faith, it's okay
When shit get dark, but you still go hard and you don't get a reward, but it's okay
When they all not there, but life ain't always fair, know we all need help, but it's okay
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you cry
It's okay
To try sometimes
Try sometimes when you tired, oh
Yeah, it's okay to cry
To judge, who am I?
Feeling like you dying inside, you still alive
And outside ain't nothin' like inside, you still smiling
You don't never tell 'em 'bout what goes on inside, it's okay
Pain in the ink
Thoughts runnin' through your mind, but it's still hard for you to think
It's alright, it's okay, it get hard
Send prayers to the sky, but you still waitin' on the Lord to respond, it's okay
It get colder, but God give His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers, it's alright
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you try so hard to get it off your mind, it's okay
Try sometimes when you try so hard, but they act like you not trying, it's okay
It's okay
When shit get hard, but you did your part and you never lose faith, it's okay
When shit get dark, but you still go hard and you don't get a reward, but it's okay
When they all not there, but life ain't always fair, know we all need help, but it's okay
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you cry
It's okay
To try sometimes
Try sometimes when you tired, oh
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you try so hard to get it off your mind, it's okay
Try sometimes when you try so hard, but they act like you not trying, it's okay
It's okay
When shit get hard, but you did your part and you never lose faith, it's okay
When shit get dark, but you still go hard and you don't get a reward, but it's okay
When they all not there, but life ain't always fair, know we all need help, but it's okay
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you cry
It's okay
To try sometimes
Try sometimes when you tired, oh
Yeah, it's okay to cry
To judge, who am I?
Feeling like you dying inside, you still alive
And outside ain't nothin' like inside, you still smiling
You don't never tell 'em 'bout what goes on inside, it's okay
Pain in the ink
Thoughts runnin' through your mind, but it's still hard for you to think
It's alright, it's okay, it get hard
Send prayers to the sky, but you still waitin' on the Lord to respond, it's okay
It get colder, but God give His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers, it's alright
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you try so hard to get it off your mind, it's okay
Try sometimes when you try so hard, but they act like you not trying, it's okay
It's okay
When shit get hard, but you did your part and you never lose faith, it's okay
When shit get dark, but you still go hard and you don't get a reward, but it's okay
When they all not there, but life ain't always fair, know we all need help, but it's okay
It's okay
To cry sometimes when you cry
It's okay
To try sometimes
Try sometimes when you tired, oh
It's okay
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Larrance Dopson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Xhosen
Get in the booth and close my eyes
We cut the lights off, shit too real, might cut the mic' off, yeah
Say, "More money, then no problems"
But I got money, still got problems (money, still got problems)
You ain't felt pain until you heard about a homicide and you find out it's your partner
Yeah, I never tried to be the realest, I'm just bein' me (me, yeah)
I'm still tryna transition, my heart in these streets
And I know these streets get colder (get colder)
Tears in my eyes and I'm tryna hold 'em
Too many problems, I can't focus
Why they keep tellin' me I'm chosen?
And I got big, I could speak on everything I did
Why would I let a little girl have my kid, is you kidding me?
And I don't respond to the critics like my messages, I'm honest
And as soon as you go up, know your name, they'll try to tarnish (name, they'll try to tarnish, woah)
I'm lit in real life, I could have any bitch, yeah, any bitch I wanted
How I got money now, but still ain't saved my mama?
Mama
Don't cry, don't cry, don't (don't cry, don't cry, don't)
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', oh (tryin', oh no, I'm tryin')
And I hate that if I ain't havin' problems
Then I can't rap, I can't make a song up (I can't make a song up)
If I ain't goin' through it, then I can't rap, I guess I love problems (guess I love problems)
Do I hate rap? This shit come with a ton
Huh, why do I hate rap? It's takin' time from my son
Can't be like my daddy, you can't be like your one though
Gotta be there for my seed, yeah, so he can grow up and be one of 'em
They love you, then they hate you, then they love you, if I love you, then I love you
For my dogs, I'm always loyal, forever
They leave, it's for the better
If I leave, it's for the better
Wear my heart on my sleeve, ain't no sleeves on my sweater
Put my heart in a box, it ain't no keys for this treasure, nah, nah
How do I love hard when I come from a place where it ain't no love?
Shit make me think hard, how do I finally get success and I not thank God?
This shit ain't real to me
I been battlin' my thoughts, this shit been killin' me
F*ck who ain't feelin' me
Y'all niggas never was there
Where the f*ck you niggas was when I was sittin' in my cell
With no money to eat? Ain't had no money for bail
I was fightin' a RICO, they tried to give me the chair
I done been hopeless
I done been homeless
I done been hungry
I had demons on me
They can't tear me down, I see 'em schemin' on me
And they can't stop me, know I'm chosen
Chosen, chosen
Know I'm chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen
I'm chosen
Chosen, chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, chosen, chosen, chosen, I'm chosen
We cut the lights off, shit too real, might cut the mic' off, yeah
Say, "More money, then no problems"
But I got money, still got problems (money, still got problems)
You ain't felt pain until you heard about a homicide and you find out it's your partner
Yeah, I never tried to be the realest, I'm just bein' me (me, yeah)
I'm still tryna transition, my heart in these streets
And I know these streets get colder (get colder)
Tears in my eyes and I'm tryna hold 'em
Too many problems, I can't focus
Why they keep tellin' me I'm chosen?
And I got big, I could speak on everything I did
Why would I let a little girl have my kid, is you kidding me?
And I don't respond to the critics like my messages, I'm honest
And as soon as you go up, know your name, they'll try to tarnish (name, they'll try to tarnish, woah)
I'm lit in real life, I could have any bitch, yeah, any bitch I wanted
How I got money now, but still ain't saved my mama?
Mama
Don't cry, don't cry, don't (don't cry, don't cry, don't)
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', oh (tryin', oh no, I'm tryin')
And I hate that if I ain't havin' problems
Then I can't rap, I can't make a song up (I can't make a song up)
If I ain't goin' through it, then I can't rap, I guess I love problems (guess I love problems)
Do I hate rap? This shit come with a ton
Huh, why do I hate rap? It's takin' time from my son
Can't be like my daddy, you can't be like your one though
Gotta be there for my seed, yeah, so he can grow up and be one of 'em
They love you, then they hate you, then they love you, if I love you, then I love you
For my dogs, I'm always loyal, forever
They leave, it's for the better
If I leave, it's for the better
Wear my heart on my sleeve, ain't no sleeves on my sweater
Put my heart in a box, it ain't no keys for this treasure, nah, nah
How do I love hard when I come from a place where it ain't no love?
Shit make me think hard, how do I finally get success and I not thank God?
This shit ain't real to me
I been battlin' my thoughts, this shit been killin' me
F*ck who ain't feelin' me
Y'all niggas never was there
Where the f*ck you niggas was when I was sittin' in my cell
With no money to eat? Ain't had no money for bail
I was fightin' a RICO, they tried to give me the chair
I done been hopeless
I done been homeless
I done been hungry
I had demons on me
They can't tear me down, I see 'em schemin' on me
And they can't stop me, know I'm chosen
Chosen, chosen
Know I'm chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen
I'm chosen
Chosen, chosen, chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen
I'm chosen, I'm chosen, I'm chosen, chosen, chosen, chosen, I'm chosen
Writer: Giovanni Graczyk, Ibrahim Dodo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
New R.R.
[ Featuring Rylo Rodriguez, Mariah The Scientist ]
(The Playlist)
(Damn, 'Tro, you made this?)
You ain't gotta tell me that I love you, love you
Never put no one above you except God
And the way that you be f*ckin' me got me f*cked up
I went bought you a new Rolls-Royce when I had f*cked up
Don't you know them cars outside just the plug's?
Don't you know the love that you give, that's enough for me?
Don't hold back, put yo' trust in me
Look in my eyes, say it's just for me
I'll get your ring when you ready
Can't give my heart to whoever
But if she want it, I'll let her
Girl, I ain't nothin' like these niggas
You bet' not f*ck with these niggas
Or f*ck on these niggas
You got half of my heart the rest in the trenches
Nobody perfect but God, but you perfect
Without your makeup, your lashes and purses
Ain't worth it at all, but you worth it
Stick around, bae, without you, I'm worthless
I'm workin' and all, please don't hurt me
Around you, I'll still'll get nervous
It's urgent you call, know you heard me
With your smile and nails, pay your surgery
You ain't gotta tell me that I love you, love you
Never put no one above you except God
And the way that you be f*ckin' me got me f*cked up
I went bought you a new Rolls-Royce when I had f*cked up
Don't you know them cars outside just the plug's?
Don't you know the love that you give, that's enough for me?
Don't hold back, put yo' trust in me
Look in my eyes, say it's just for me
That time you got an abortion
Threw your PH balance off, so I had came in your mouth
You told me to take care
You look too good with no makeup
Why you keep tellin' me, "Pull up"?
Your sister daughter 'nem stay there
But you had took 'em to daycare
Couldn't let you go if I tried (I tried)
Bro had some vibes in the spot
I heard them talkin' about you, but I swear, they ain't say much
One said you f*cked with her guy, you have 'em drivin' your ride
Don't think that I'm tryna check you, 'cause I'm not I'ma player
You be actin' all emotional
Since I left you, won't approach you, not even twice
Don't be lettin' them bitches coach you, they spreadin' lies
Know them vapes'll give you cancer like July
Don't mean to cause you no pain
Won't go back bein' insane
I'm the one who make things right, so I shot you some money
I put karats on yo' collar bone, put some more in your ear
I'll probably stone you to death like a third world country
You ain't gotta tell me that I love you, love you
Never put no one above you except God
And the way that you be f*ckin' me got me f*cked up
I went bought you a new Rolls-Royce when I had f*cked up
Don't you know them cars outside just the plug's?
Don't you know the love that you give, that's enough for me?
Don't hold back, put yo' trust in me
Look in my eyes, say it's just for me
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Kyle Thomas, Mariah Buckles, Ryan Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Made Man
[ Featuring Polo G ]
(Crazy)
Yeah, I'm bringin' all thme poles when I do shows
Unless I'm on my block, I don't feel home
I'm beefin' right now with my bitch, you hurt my soul
Just thankin' God it ain't no opp, he know I'll blow
I'll leave her quick, I don't play shit, girl, you can't play me
This shit get bloody, I'm with B, like I'm JAY-Z
And I done bought so many skis, bro like Jason
And ain't no nigga made me 'cause I'm a made man
God knows I'm a made man
I don't ever gotta leak
'Yo inside my basement
They know I'm a prodigy
On my block like Amen
Bappin' nigga, yeah, I bleed
I ain't gotta say nan'
Private flights and double cups and all my opps can't f*ck with us
Two for one, let's double up, we'll pop out another cut
We gon' spin again and spin again, that's if my brother's tucked
Feel like Uzi, I got dead friends, have me like, "What the f*ck?"
Off Addies or ecstasy, I stay up 'til my eyes sore
Her love been turnin' me softer, gotta lock in with my guys more
Opps bet' not tell us to pull up, gon' get what they ask for
And them trench gangs, this shit got shook up, we played on that crash court
Now I'm solo ridin', like f*ck these hoes, I'm grindin'
She don't need no more mileage, put my lil' bros on diamonds
They try and take advantage, I hate to show my kindness
Heartless, so I can't manage, some day, I hope I find it
I'll leave her quick, I don't play shit, girl, you can't play me
This shit get bloody, I'm with B, like I'm JAY-Z
And I done bought so many skis, bro like Jason
And ain't no nigga made me 'cause I'm a made man
God knows I'm a made man
I don't ever gotta leak
'Yo inside my basement
They know I'm a prodigy
On my block like Amen
Bappin' nigga, yeah, I bleed
I ain't gotta say nan'
My heart takin' too much
Feel like my shit caved in
I got everything I want, I pull up, made the payment
My dog, he don't give no f*ck, you dish, he pull up, sprayin'
We don't gotta say they real, I'm real, ain't gotta say nan' (I'm real, ain't gotta say nan')
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Isaac Allwine, Mikhail Makhinko, Nikita Murenets
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rookie of the Year
[ Featuring Wallo267 ]
(Harto cooked this one up)
Dear God
I just wanna thank you for allowing me to be a part of your world
Allowing me to experience success
I wanna thank you for answering my mom's prayers
And making sure she don't get the worst phone call of her life
I just wanna thank you for making sure I ain't sitting in that cell
I just wanna thank you for making sure I ain't laying with the dead homies
They can try to act like I ain't the rookie of the year
Like I don't drop the music 'bout how everybody feel
Like I wasn't twenty-four when I went, bought ma dukes a crib
For somewhere else to live, I get bigger every year
I put money in a house that I don't never even live
I bought two 'Cats just so when I pull out, I can drift
And I don't drive and I'm Black
The odds against me, when I go out I can die, so I'm strapped
If they try this shit, can't let my mama cry, never that
I can't tell my kids that daddy coming back and don't come back
And now I rap, so what I do, they gon' react off how I act
Can't ask God why he ain't put eyes on my neck to watch my back
Just so I don't get stabbed there
Sins that I commit, can't watch this shit off with no bath, yeah
Can't get used to death, it don't grow on you like how staph do
They say I did some bullshit, I'm just doing what I had to
No, I can never lack, my gun more on me than my tattoos
It was so many days where I, I didn't think I was gon' make it out there
But, uh, you, you, you covered me, God
You made sure that I, I seen tomorrow
You let me know that tomorrow was gon' be better than yesterday
Just don't give up on myself and just keep pushing, uh
I just wanna let you know that no matter
No matter how much success come my way
No matter where I'm going, all the blessings is all because of you
And I'm never gonna let that go
I'm never gonna give up on that
I'm never gon' deviate from worshipping you
I'm never gonna let that go
You're everything to me
Uh, my kids, you blessed they life by making sure
I could do everything possible to do for them that wasn't done for me
Rookie of the year
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Isaac Allwine, Mahde Shapiro, Ryan Hartlove, Wallace Peeples
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Can't Lose
So many times I could've ju- I kept goin'
They can't read me, my kid need me, on my son
God, will you believe me? My belief inside my gun
I ball like Ariza, ain't the reason why we won
Me, I'm just like Caesar, for my people, I'm the one
I wonder what they'd do if I ever see 'em one-on-one
I wonder if they'd shoot
I brought my gun, shit, I'm not you
I pop out Lamb' truck when I choose
No more eviction, I can't lose
I don't owe no one nothin', I paid my dues
And my neck hittin' back, shit costs like Rolls, Rolls-Royce
We back to back in traffic, Rolls-Royce boys
My wrist on glee, I see it oh-so bust
If she P on me, I P on her, got no choice
Switch on me when I pump gas, give no f*cks
So many O's inside my bank, I feel like Russ
And I ain't them, they wanna be me, but they ain't us
I hit this Glock 'til this bitch get hot, it sound like Ush
Let it burn
Don't know you and you don't know me, but I wanna f*ck, so I'm like, "Let me learn"
Ah, shit, let me f*ck
Ah, shit, ain't nothin' to it, ah, shit, roll one up
Ah, yeah, pour one up
What he said? Not on nothin'
She so thick in her butt
I'm so rich, I don't give no f*cks
On God
I pop out Lamb' truck when I choose
No more eviction, I can't lose
I don't owe no one nothin', I paid my dues
And my neck hittin' back, shit costs like Rolls, Rolls-Royce
We back to back in traffic, Rolls-Royce boys
My wrist on glee, I see it oh-so bust
If she P on me, I P on her, got no choice
Switch on me when I pump gas, give no f*cks
They can't read me, my kid need me, on my son
God, will you believe me? My belief inside my gun
I ball like Ariza, ain't the reason why we won
Me, I'm just like Caesar, for my people, I'm the one
I wonder what they'd do if I ever see 'em one-on-one
I wonder if they'd shoot
I brought my gun, shit, I'm not you
I pop out Lamb' truck when I choose
No more eviction, I can't lose
I don't owe no one nothin', I paid my dues
And my neck hittin' back, shit costs like Rolls, Rolls-Royce
We back to back in traffic, Rolls-Royce boys
My wrist on glee, I see it oh-so bust
If she P on me, I P on her, got no choice
Switch on me when I pump gas, give no f*cks
So many O's inside my bank, I feel like Russ
And I ain't them, they wanna be me, but they ain't us
I hit this Glock 'til this bitch get hot, it sound like Ush
Let it burn
Don't know you and you don't know me, but I wanna f*ck, so I'm like, "Let me learn"
Ah, shit, let me f*ck
Ah, shit, ain't nothin' to it, ah, shit, roll one up
Ah, yeah, pour one up
What he said? Not on nothin'
She so thick in her butt
I'm so rich, I don't give no f*cks
On God
I pop out Lamb' truck when I choose
No more eviction, I can't lose
I don't owe no one nothin', I paid my dues
And my neck hittin' back, shit costs like Rolls, Rolls-Royce
We back to back in traffic, Rolls-Royce boys
My wrist on glee, I see it oh-so bust
If she P on me, I P on her, got no choice
Switch on me when I pump gas, give no f*cks
Writer: Charles Gray, Ibrahim Dodo, JaVion Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Can't Forgive
I need to get shit right with God before I reach my peak
My new truck can't be peeped, too much workin' in these streets
And I always tell myself, "Can't fail, got too many people who need me"
And I always told myself, "Xho, you gon' ball just like leukemia"
On my twin, no Austin Powers
Locked in, tryna work on my album
In jail like twenty-four hours
Niggas get stabbed, they don't take showers
And my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it's blood showers
And when R had got locked up, he kept shit silent before he beat shit, that's my brother
Free Hunt, nigga die, he touch him
I survived the motion
I'd be wrong, they tell 'em that I'm proud of buddy
And I'm still a felon, can't get booked out country
And I'm still prevailing, can't f*ck up my motion
When I slide, it's backseat Jeep
I know I'll ride when it's beef
I still'll load and get 'em gone, I don't just make songs about this beef
Yeah, they talking 'bout the shit at the store when I dropped me a nigga like, "Who can't hit?"
Or you talking 'bout the nigga I spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil' Chris?
Or you talking 'bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? You ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Try to slide on me, hear, "Frrt," I put a fully on all my blick
If you f*ck with the gang, then- brrr, lil nigga, all y'all hoes gettin' hit
Yeah, workin', I've been on the road, I don't ever be in none of these niggas' mix
Pull up on these niggas' block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie
Don't even be with they clique, these niggas hop, these niggas groupies
Never put gun in the bag, it's in my hand, boy, I ain't stupid
Tryna go slide on they block, I lost a car, hop in an Ubey
Who not him? How a bitch gon' tell me who I am?
Shoot at them, soon I send 'em up, I do my dance
They drop diss, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin'?
I don't like your big homie, I washed him out, now you the man
On God, yeah, this shit get bloody, but this ain't bloody, this shit personal
This shit get Bloody, I'm talkin' 'bout Sex, Money, and Murder
And tell your boyfriend, "Watch your mouth," I said I'd murder him, on Blood
He talkin' 'bout he do what and he from where? I ain't heard of him, on Blood
All that cryin' with shit, nigga
Ain't no tryin' this shit, nigga
Niggas die 'bout this shit, nigga
It ain't nothin' to drop six figures
I'm a real Zone Six nigga
I know you ain't on shit, nigga
And I know he ain't on shit either
Your ho still gon' f*ck, I kill you, she an eater
Plus I ain't livin' with my bitch, I don't need shit
Niggas who love beefin' with Xho ain't gon' be shit
But some deceased shit, on some BIP shit (On God)
My new truck can't be peeped, too much workin' in these streets
And I always tell myself, "Can't fail, got too many people who need me"
And I always told myself, "Xho, you gon' ball just like leukemia"
On my twin, no Austin Powers
Locked in, tryna work on my album
In jail like twenty-four hours
Niggas get stabbed, they don't take showers
And my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it's blood showers
And when R had got locked up, he kept shit silent before he beat shit, that's my brother
Free Hunt, nigga die, he touch him
I survived the motion
I'd be wrong, they tell 'em that I'm proud of buddy
And I'm still a felon, can't get booked out country
And I'm still prevailing, can't f*ck up my motion
When I slide, it's backseat Jeep
I know I'll ride when it's beef
I still'll load and get 'em gone, I don't just make songs about this beef
Yeah, they talking 'bout the shit at the store when I dropped me a nigga like, "Who can't hit?"
Or you talking 'bout the nigga I spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil' Chris?
Or you talking 'bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? You ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Try to slide on me, hear, "Frrt," I put a fully on all my blick
If you f*ck with the gang, then- brrr, lil nigga, all y'all hoes gettin' hit
Yeah, workin', I've been on the road, I don't ever be in none of these niggas' mix
Pull up on these niggas' block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie
Don't even be with they clique, these niggas hop, these niggas groupies
Never put gun in the bag, it's in my hand, boy, I ain't stupid
Tryna go slide on they block, I lost a car, hop in an Ubey
Who not him? How a bitch gon' tell me who I am?
Shoot at them, soon I send 'em up, I do my dance
They drop diss, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin'?
I don't like your big homie, I washed him out, now you the man
On God, yeah, this shit get bloody, but this ain't bloody, this shit personal
This shit get Bloody, I'm talkin' 'bout Sex, Money, and Murder
And tell your boyfriend, "Watch your mouth," I said I'd murder him, on Blood
He talkin' 'bout he do what and he from where? I ain't heard of him, on Blood
All that cryin' with shit, nigga
Ain't no tryin' this shit, nigga
Niggas die 'bout this shit, nigga
It ain't nothin' to drop six figures
I'm a real Zone Six nigga
I know you ain't on shit, nigga
And I know he ain't on shit either
Your ho still gon' f*ck, I kill you, she an eater
Plus I ain't livin' with my bitch, I don't need shit
Niggas who love beefin' with Xho ain't gon' be shit
But some deceased shit, on some BIP shit (On God)
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Nicolas Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Part Of The Plan
Huh, yeah
Say shit about this and about that
They got shit to say 'bout everything, but let's get to the fact
I see 'em tryna cut out all the real shit
Like it's hard to deal with, but listen to the rats
He said it 'cause he said it, niggas lyin'
We livin' in a world where they ain't got they own minds
They been chosen
What happened to BIG and Pac? They tryna ruin music
Ooh, shit
Music only blow up if it's bullshit
Bullshit, music don't even blow up when it's hard
You give 'em a chance, they'd probably talk shit about God
They talk shit about niggas who done made it, beat the odds
They can say whatever, but don't act like I ain't raw
If she older than my age, then we can't date, is that a law?
I never seen so many people judge like they Allah
Agreein' to the hate like it ain't fake, that shit be flaw
Ain't sayin' that I'm better 'cause I make way more than y'all
I'm just bein' real
It's probably over for the industry, that's what it is
I ain't just givin' y'all my tape
Only wanna drop a tape 'cause when I drop
Then they be askin' for my old shit that they ain't even heard yet (they ain't even heard yet)
And I ain't blow 'til I started droppin' for the bitches
If I'm droppin' somethin' different, then I'm droppin' for the critics (for the critics)
Yeah, and it's so much money in this shit
So tell me why the f*ck do they got Drake beefin' with Kendrick? (Beefin' with Kendrick)
I think about a lot when I just sit
Last year, Double-X ain't wanna add me to the list
This year, I'm so hot, them niggas had to come and get me
Got bigger than I ever did, my clothes don't even fit me
Crosses on my Chrome, they tryna turn a nigga Christian
If they wanna cancel me, then tell 'em come evict me
Now I'm out in Rome like a motherf*ckin' gypsy
And I don't talk a lot but got some shit to say, just listen, I'm sayin'
Get in the game and then just lose, shit, that ain't part of the plan
It's all on me, shit, I can choose, I got the ball in my hand
I go hard, then go to sleep and do it over again
They can't lock me in a cell because I'm too locked in
They can't lock me in a cell, I gotta do it for my kids
And they can't treat me like no shrimp because I'm too damn big
Say shit about this and about that
They got shit to say 'bout everything, but let's get to the fact
I see 'em tryna cut out all the real shit
Like it's hard to deal with, but listen to the rats
He said it 'cause he said it, niggas lyin'
We livin' in a world where they ain't got they own minds
They been chosen
What happened to BIG and Pac? They tryna ruin music
Ooh, shit
Music only blow up if it's bullshit
Bullshit, music don't even blow up when it's hard
You give 'em a chance, they'd probably talk shit about God
They talk shit about niggas who done made it, beat the odds
They can say whatever, but don't act like I ain't raw
If she older than my age, then we can't date, is that a law?
I never seen so many people judge like they Allah
Agreein' to the hate like it ain't fake, that shit be flaw
Ain't sayin' that I'm better 'cause I make way more than y'all
I'm just bein' real
It's probably over for the industry, that's what it is
I ain't just givin' y'all my tape
Only wanna drop a tape 'cause when I drop
Then they be askin' for my old shit that they ain't even heard yet (they ain't even heard yet)
And I ain't blow 'til I started droppin' for the bitches
If I'm droppin' somethin' different, then I'm droppin' for the critics (for the critics)
Yeah, and it's so much money in this shit
So tell me why the f*ck do they got Drake beefin' with Kendrick? (Beefin' with Kendrick)
I think about a lot when I just sit
Last year, Double-X ain't wanna add me to the list
This year, I'm so hot, them niggas had to come and get me
Got bigger than I ever did, my clothes don't even fit me
Crosses on my Chrome, they tryna turn a nigga Christian
If they wanna cancel me, then tell 'em come evict me
Now I'm out in Rome like a motherf*ckin' gypsy
And I don't talk a lot but got some shit to say, just listen, I'm sayin'
Get in the game and then just lose, shit, that ain't part of the plan
It's all on me, shit, I can choose, I got the ball in my hand
I go hard, then go to sleep and do it over again
They can't lock me in a cell because I'm too locked in
They can't lock me in a cell, I gotta do it for my kids
And they can't treat me like no shrimp because I'm too damn big
Writer: Albert Johnson, Daron Jones, Diego Avendano, Ibrahim Dodo, Jonathan Williams, Kai Hasegawa, Kejuan Muchita, Marvin Scandrick, Michael Keith, Quinnes Parker, Ryan Martinez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hot Boy
[ Featuring Lil Durk ]
Yeah, it go down whenever I say it's up
I'm too far gone, been tryna save my soul
Whatever it come with, just tell 'em sign me up, huh
F*ck what they tell you, run that money up
I used to be a robber, I ain't givin' nothin' up
I lost too many niggas and that shit f*ck me up
I used to be a hot (boy, boy)
Never act like what I'm not (boy, boy)
Better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top, who want war?
These niggas not me, come and try me, shit is not easy
That's my kind, yeah, my twin, we somethin' like Siamese
I rap pain, they tryna tell me I'm like Rod Wave
I used to be a hot (boy, boy)
I never act like somethin' I'm not (boy, boy)
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I'm still that youngin from the block (boy, boy)
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy)
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it's like every time I drop, they want more
Hot boy, my unc' 'nem was a basehead
Hunxho son is Xhosen, golden me, I got like eight kids
I graduated, my friend died, so he ain't get to make his
Ozempic shot for a fat nigga work slower than a Drac' shell (hot, hot)
Brodie did time in the penitentiary, he BG
Heroin in his system, Turk got it from his TT
Brodie tried to kill hisself, Weezy, believe me
And he was a juvenile, the judge gave him a three-piece
Street niggas worldwide, to stay alive a dedication
Better leave them kids alone, unc', ain't no hesitation
Shoot first, ask you is you dead last, shit crazy
And he dead ass, man, this shit crazy
You askin' questions over the fed' phone, that shit (hot, hot)
You go and damage a nigga headstone, that shit (hot, hot)
You caught a gun case in the red zone, that shit (hot, hot)
He scary as hell, he dead wrong
I used to be a hot (boy, boy)
I never act like somethin' I'm not (boy, boy)
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I'm still that youngin from the block (boy, boy)
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy)
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it's like every time I drop, they want more
Hold up, we never wanted to be street, this shit chose us
My son a don, he only three, his name Xhosen
Live by the gun, die by the gun, that's how it goes and
But I ain't goin'
Frozen, yeah, my neck frozen
Huh, chosen, they know that I'm goated
Yeah, OD on any nigga owe me
A young OG, nigga never hoed me
Never trust these niggas, I ain't listen when she told me
Any nigga play, they know I psych, go to the old me
Diss, I catch his baby on that bike and it be OV
Know I gotta make it, so I'm playin' like it's OT
We run this shit over for whoever try to stop us (stop us)
Ride for my niggas like Chevelles, know I pop up
For any argument, just call me a doctor, shot somethin'
Mad Max, you know I walk with real top shottas
I used to be a hot (boy, boy)
I never act like somethin' I'm not (boy, boy)
You better not let us get that drop 'cause, oh, boy
I'll have them youngins on your top and, oh, Lord
I'm still that youngin from the block (boy, boy)
Knew I'd make it, why they shocked? (Boy, boy)
My money can't fit in my sock no more
And it's like every time I drop, they want more
Writer: BILLY, Gabriel Carlos, Ibrahim Dodo, Joe-Jason Scheller
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Summertime
"Why you drop 'Before the Album?'"
I was still workin' on my album (I was still workin' on my album)
Shit, why you drop 'Before the Album'?
Shit, I'm just tryna see y'all smilin' (shit, I'm just tryna see y'all smilin')
Yeah, tryna perfect it 'cause they criticize
And they ain't you, so they can't judge me, why they judge me God?
Be in my head, I be knowin'
They gon' judge, so just keep goin'
Still think 'bout bein' home
Reminiscin' while I'm touring
I do what work and if it work I go again until I fail, yeah
Rappin' for the bitches where I got my clientele at
When I rapped that street shit, it was like I couldn't sell nothin'
Don't act y'all niggas just be buyin' that shit, hell nah
I'm on fire, I'm somethin' like Hellboy
Five-star bag, this shit way better than in jail
He tellin', they don't care, they still be with you if you tell somethin'
Glad I changed my lifestyle 'cause I'll probably be in 'til-
I got the ball and I can't let up, it's on me
Know this smoke shit for whoever I'm handin' out, who want it?
I know my bitch been gettin' sick of me, I'm not pneumonia
I pray to God this shit don't get thick on me, it's almost summer
Summertime, niggas slidin', you can't hide out (you can't hide out)
Yeah, why they dissin'? They don't slide, they don't even drive by (drive by)
Put a couple million on his head, you won't even find out (find out)
Tell my niggas chill, so they can think it died down, died down (died down)
I got the ball and I can't let up, it's on me
Know this smoke shit for whoever I'm handin' out, who want it?
I know my bitch been gettin' sick of me, I'm not pneumonia
I pray to God this shit don't get thick on me, it's almost summer
Summertime, niggas slidin', you can't hide out (you can't hide out)
Yeah, why they dissin'? They don't slide, they don't even drive by (drive by)
Put a couple million on his head, you won't even find out (find out)
Tell my niggas chill, so they can think it died down, died down (died down)
I was still workin' on my album (I was still workin' on my album)
Shit, why you drop 'Before the Album'?
Shit, I'm just tryna see y'all smilin' (shit, I'm just tryna see y'all smilin')
Yeah, tryna perfect it 'cause they criticize
And they ain't you, so they can't judge me, why they judge me God?
Be in my head, I be knowin'
They gon' judge, so just keep goin'
Still think 'bout bein' home
Reminiscin' while I'm touring
I do what work and if it work I go again until I fail, yeah
Rappin' for the bitches where I got my clientele at
When I rapped that street shit, it was like I couldn't sell nothin'
Don't act y'all niggas just be buyin' that shit, hell nah
I'm on fire, I'm somethin' like Hellboy
Five-star bag, this shit way better than in jail
He tellin', they don't care, they still be with you if you tell somethin'
Glad I changed my lifestyle 'cause I'll probably be in 'til-
I got the ball and I can't let up, it's on me
Know this smoke shit for whoever I'm handin' out, who want it?
I know my bitch been gettin' sick of me, I'm not pneumonia
I pray to God this shit don't get thick on me, it's almost summer
Summertime, niggas slidin', you can't hide out (you can't hide out)
Yeah, why they dissin'? They don't slide, they don't even drive by (drive by)
Put a couple million on his head, you won't even find out (find out)
Tell my niggas chill, so they can think it died down, died down (died down)
I got the ball and I can't let up, it's on me
Know this smoke shit for whoever I'm handin' out, who want it?
I know my bitch been gettin' sick of me, I'm not pneumonia
I pray to God this shit don't get thick on me, it's almost summer
Summertime, niggas slidin', you can't hide out (you can't hide out)
Yeah, why they dissin'? They don't slide, they don't even drive by (drive by)
Put a couple million on his head, you won't even find out (find out)
Tell my niggas chill, so they can think it died down, died down (died down)
Writer: Ethan Hayes, Ibrahim Dodo, Moises Marin, Ryan Hartlove
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
East Side Love
Yeah, I come from the Eastside of the bitty
We leave blood in the streets, yeah
I come from the Eastside of the bitty
Lost my blood to these streets, yeah, yeah, yeah (lost my blood)
I come from the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Show me love on the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Got nothin' but love, love, love, love
For the Eastside, yeah (for the Eastside, yeah)
Fell in love with these streets, I did (streets, I did)
I get love from the streets
I lost my blood to these streets, I did (to these streets, I did)
Ain't get nothin' from the streets
I'm stuck here, glued on it
I seen niggas die here, everybody moved on
And they say it ain't no trust here
But I know on my side
I know you wanna leave and it's so hard, I see you tryin'
When it's time, then it's time
Head first, I just dived in (I just dived in)
Took the ladder up, yeah, I been climbin' (I been climbin')
I won't leave them, gotta let the guys in (let the guys in)
I been bleedin', now I can revive you (can revive you)
Got two .45s, no, you won't die beside me (no, you won't die)
Don't speak down, when you say Xho, speak highly (don't speak down)
They respect me where I'm from, so godly (so godly)
On the east block, where we from, it get violent, oh (on the east block)
On the Eastside, how did Xho-Xho go Cartier? (On the Eastside)
In the Redeye, Xho came by his Cartier
Yeah, I come from the Eastside of the bitty
We leave blood in the streets, yeah
I come from the Eastside of the bitty
Lost my blood to these streets, yeah, yeah, yeah (lost my blood)
I come from the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Show me love on the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Got nothin' but love, love, love, love
For the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Fell in love with these streets, I did
I get love from the streets
I lost my blood to these streets, I did
Ain't get nothin' from the streets
We leave blood in the streets, yeah
I come from the Eastside of the bitty
Lost my blood to these streets, yeah, yeah, yeah (lost my blood)
I come from the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Show me love on the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Got nothin' but love, love, love, love
For the Eastside, yeah (for the Eastside, yeah)
Fell in love with these streets, I did (streets, I did)
I get love from the streets
I lost my blood to these streets, I did (to these streets, I did)
Ain't get nothin' from the streets
I'm stuck here, glued on it
I seen niggas die here, everybody moved on
And they say it ain't no trust here
But I know on my side
I know you wanna leave and it's so hard, I see you tryin'
When it's time, then it's time
Head first, I just dived in (I just dived in)
Took the ladder up, yeah, I been climbin' (I been climbin')
I won't leave them, gotta let the guys in (let the guys in)
I been bleedin', now I can revive you (can revive you)
Got two .45s, no, you won't die beside me (no, you won't die)
Don't speak down, when you say Xho, speak highly (don't speak down)
They respect me where I'm from, so godly (so godly)
On the east block, where we from, it get violent, oh (on the east block)
On the Eastside, how did Xho-Xho go Cartier? (On the Eastside)
In the Redeye, Xho came by his Cartier
Yeah, I come from the Eastside of the bitty
We leave blood in the streets, yeah
I come from the Eastside of the bitty
Lost my blood to these streets, yeah, yeah, yeah (lost my blood)
I come from the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Show me love on the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Got nothin' but love, love, love, love
For the Eastside, yeah (Eastside, yeah)
Fell in love with these streets, I did
I get love from the streets
I lost my blood to these streets, I did
Ain't get nothin' from the streets
Writer: Donte Parkins, Ibrahim Dodo, Spencer Stewart
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hold Me Down
(Yeah, I got Cam on the one-twos, nigga)
(DB!)
If you care for me, then help me with my flaws (flaws)
Accept me or don't hear from me at all (at all)
Yeah, tell me when you feelin' like I'm wrong (wrong)
If you got a choice, then I ain't tryna be involved, it ain't no me and y'all (Y'all)
Hold me down, it ain't no other way to hold me (other way to hold me)
Lonely child, I was abandoned, I felt lonely (I felt lonely)
All these signs, I just ignore them when you show me (when you show me)
Fool me twice, I gotta put the blame on me (the blame on me)
Yeah, no, I ain't wrong, I still reason myself
I know you hate hoein', when I see, I can tell
Time movin', so I couldn't grieve when I failed
Just keep goin', and never try to reach out for help, ah-ah
If you love me, be for me, if you f*ck me, be for me, if you want me, be for me (Be for me)
And I'm like, f*ck who before me
I'm hurt right now, it won't be good by tomorrow
If you care for me, then help me with my flaws (flaws)
Accept me or don't hear from me at all (at all)
Yeah, tell me when you feelin' like I'm wrong (wrong)
If you got a choice, then I ain't tryna be involved, it ain't no me and y'all (Y'all)
Hold me down, it ain't no other way to hold me (other way to hold me)
Lonely child, I was abandoned, I felt lonely (I felt lonely)
All these signs, I just ignore them when you show me (when you show me)
Fool me twice, I gotta put the blame on me (the blame on me)
I accept that that's just how I am, accept me, I come how I'm am
Been this way since nine years (been this way since nine years)
Remember when they left me, hurt me and ain't tell me
You left me feelin' high as hell (you left me feelin' high as hell)
Yeah, ain't no second chances
You don't get a restart, you don't get a reward (you don't get a reward)
I still can't believe y'all, wishin' I could restart
Come from an NBR (come from an NBR)
If you care for me, then help me with my flaws (flaws)
Accept me or don't hear from me at all (at all)
Yeah, tell me when you feelin' like I'm wrong (wrong)
If you got a choice, then I ain't tryna be involved, it ain't no me and y'all (Y'all)
Hold me down, it ain't no other way to hold me (other way to hold me)
Lonely child, I was abandoned, I felt lonely (I felt lonely)
All these signs, I just ignore them when you show me (when you show me)
Fool me twice, I gotta put the blame on me (the blame on me)
(DB!)
If you care for me, then help me with my flaws (flaws)
Accept me or don't hear from me at all (at all)
Yeah, tell me when you feelin' like I'm wrong (wrong)
If you got a choice, then I ain't tryna be involved, it ain't no me and y'all (Y'all)
Hold me down, it ain't no other way to hold me (other way to hold me)
Lonely child, I was abandoned, I felt lonely (I felt lonely)
All these signs, I just ignore them when you show me (when you show me)
Fool me twice, I gotta put the blame on me (the blame on me)
Yeah, no, I ain't wrong, I still reason myself
I know you hate hoein', when I see, I can tell
Time movin', so I couldn't grieve when I failed
Just keep goin', and never try to reach out for help, ah-ah
If you love me, be for me, if you f*ck me, be for me, if you want me, be for me (Be for me)
And I'm like, f*ck who before me
I'm hurt right now, it won't be good by tomorrow
If you care for me, then help me with my flaws (flaws)
Accept me or don't hear from me at all (at all)
Yeah, tell me when you feelin' like I'm wrong (wrong)
If you got a choice, then I ain't tryna be involved, it ain't no me and y'all (Y'all)
Hold me down, it ain't no other way to hold me (other way to hold me)
Lonely child, I was abandoned, I felt lonely (I felt lonely)
All these signs, I just ignore them when you show me (when you show me)
Fool me twice, I gotta put the blame on me (the blame on me)
I accept that that's just how I am, accept me, I come how I'm am
Been this way since nine years (been this way since nine years)
Remember when they left me, hurt me and ain't tell me
You left me feelin' high as hell (you left me feelin' high as hell)
Yeah, ain't no second chances
You don't get a restart, you don't get a reward (you don't get a reward)
I still can't believe y'all, wishin' I could restart
Come from an NBR (come from an NBR)
If you care for me, then help me with my flaws (flaws)
Accept me or don't hear from me at all (at all)
Yeah, tell me when you feelin' like I'm wrong (wrong)
If you got a choice, then I ain't tryna be involved, it ain't no me and y'all (Y'all)
Hold me down, it ain't no other way to hold me (other way to hold me)
Lonely child, I was abandoned, I felt lonely (I felt lonely)
All these signs, I just ignore them when you show me (when you show me)
Fool me twice, I gotta put the blame on me (the blame on me)
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Amazing Grace
See the progress when they gone, but what happen when they there?
And you know I needed help, I was all by myself, so cold and so lonely (G-Icy Da Flex God)
Money come, these niggas pop up
Put the jack back in the box, put the real back in these niggas
These niggas turned to hoes, gotta put the kill back in these niggas
Like where that drive at?
I never ask for help 'cause when I'm lost, then that's where God at
Tell the judge I'm never talkin' and he can save it
I told myself to never tell myself I made it
I told my kids I'll always be there for my babies
I bought my mama her dream car, shit feel amazing
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Remember they had played me, never let 'em take me
Oh, Lord, I never let 'em bring me down
I had to sacrifice the streets for this shit
Like how the hell you get so deep in this shit?
Now I rap
Why you tell 'em that you love me for me? Nah, cap
They can put me inside any situation, I adapt
Streets or rap, I had to choose
'Cause who gon' be there if I lose?
Who gon' help me if I fall? I'll never fall off
I put a switch on every gun like what's a sawed-off?
I stay off drugs until I'm rich, then I can nod off
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Remember they had played me, never let 'em take me
Oh, Lord, I never let 'em bring me down
I never tripped, I just went harder and then got better
I gotta watch 'em, they'll get over if I let 'em
Was on the edge and I was closer than ever
But I never failed 'cause God was holdin' on my sweater
I got responsibilities, I'm posed to do better
I had to find my reasons, I was diggin' with no shovel
I could've been in prison, but I chose to do better
I got another chance
You know this TB shit forever, It's still free my mans
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Remember they had played me, yeah, can't take me, yeah
Never let 'em bring me down
I had every car, but that don't mean nothin'
I f*cked every broad, but that don't mean nothin'
Get this money for my people, I don't need nothin'
I elevated too fast, swear I wasn't tryna leave 'em
This shit ain't never change, I ever catch 'em, bleed 'em
This shit get bloody 'bout me
Xho, he so thorough, you won't hear nothin' about me
I just got in the game, they get a run up by me
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I never let 'em play me or take me
Amazing grace, amazing, amazing, amazing
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Amazing, never let 'em play me or take me
Never let, never let 'em bring me down
And you know I needed help, I was all by myself, so cold and so lonely (G-Icy Da Flex God)
Money come, these niggas pop up
Put the jack back in the box, put the real back in these niggas
These niggas turned to hoes, gotta put the kill back in these niggas
Like where that drive at?
I never ask for help 'cause when I'm lost, then that's where God at
Tell the judge I'm never talkin' and he can save it
I told myself to never tell myself I made it
I told my kids I'll always be there for my babies
I bought my mama her dream car, shit feel amazing
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Remember they had played me, never let 'em take me
Oh, Lord, I never let 'em bring me down
I had to sacrifice the streets for this shit
Like how the hell you get so deep in this shit?
Now I rap
Why you tell 'em that you love me for me? Nah, cap
They can put me inside any situation, I adapt
Streets or rap, I had to choose
'Cause who gon' be there if I lose?
Who gon' help me if I fall? I'll never fall off
I put a switch on every gun like what's a sawed-off?
I stay off drugs until I'm rich, then I can nod off
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Remember they had played me, never let 'em take me
Oh, Lord, I never let 'em bring me down
I never tripped, I just went harder and then got better
I gotta watch 'em, they'll get over if I let 'em
Was on the edge and I was closer than ever
But I never failed 'cause God was holdin' on my sweater
I got responsibilities, I'm posed to do better
I had to find my reasons, I was diggin' with no shovel
I could've been in prison, but I chose to do better
I got another chance
You know this TB shit forever, It's still free my mans
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Remember they had played me, yeah, can't take me, yeah
Never let 'em bring me down
I had every car, but that don't mean nothin'
I f*cked every broad, but that don't mean nothin'
Get this money for my people, I don't need nothin'
I elevated too fast, swear I wasn't tryna leave 'em
This shit ain't never change, I ever catch 'em, bleed 'em
This shit get bloody 'bout me
Xho, he so thorough, you won't hear nothin' about me
I just got in the game, they get a run up by me
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I never let 'em play me or take me
Amazing grace, amazing, amazing, amazing
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Amazing, never let 'em play me or take me
Never let, never let 'em bring me down
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Mahde Sharpe, Nikolai Strukov
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Confused
[ Featuring Don Toliver ]
We talk and then we f*ck, it ain't enough
We fallin' in and out fallin' out love
And you never really tell me that you love me
I can only feel it when you f*ck me, ooh
Keep it quiet, we do
Said it ain't all about you, girl
This shit'll have me confused
This shit'll have me confused, girl
It's you, girl, why would I choose her?
I can't lose you, but I can lose her
Only tell you good shit 'cause bad news hurt, darlin'
I know I ain't perfect, but I'm workin' to be honest
I can't judge you, I never tell you to be modest
Yeah, I know I trip, it's just my conscience
Yeah, and we can ball just like Giannis
Yeah, I still think about you, I ain't Miley
We talk and then we f*ck, it ain't enough
We fallin' in and out fallin' out love
And you never really tell me that you love me
I can only feel it when you f*ck me, ooh
Keep it quiet, we do
Said it ain't all about you, girl
This shit'll have me confused
I had her wildin' last night, I admitted that
I smoke a bitch down like a cigarette (smoke a bitch down)
Don't be worried 'bout that petty-ass internet (no)
Just hurry after work, just meet me at the jet
Lil' shawty in here cryin' for no reason
How it feel to be loved by a real nigga
You stay ten toes down, I'll give you six figures (oh)
Stay ten toes down and see the big picture
You know whenever I lie
Runnin' 'round circles to get back to me
Took a wrong turn to get back to me (back to me, back to me)
Please come back to me
We talk and then we f*ck, it ain't enough
We fallin' in and out fallin' out love
And you never really tell me that you love me
I can only feel it when you f*ck me, ooh
Keep it quiet, we do
Said it ain't all about you, girl
This shit'll have me confused
Writer: Caleb Toliver, Daniela Voznesensky, Ibrahim Dodo, Patrick Murphy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Don't Let Me Down
[ Featuring Keyshia Cole ]
Oh
Oh (don't let me down, no, no, no, no)
Oh
Uh
And don't
Don't let me down
Just stick around
Let's settle down
Baby, don't
Don't let me down
Just stick around, my love
And settle down, my love
Yeah, won't
Won't let you down
I'll be around
Let's settle down, baby
Call it forever
Give my heart for the better
Get my heart out the ghetto
'Cause yo' heart, I won't let up
If I fall, help me get up
God still here with us
My love can't forget her
My love still with her
Don't let me down
Just stick around
Let's settle down
Baby, don't
Don't let me down
Just stick around, my love
And settle down, my love
Baby, oh
Won't let you down, no
I'll be around, baby
Let's settle down, baby
Honestly
I don't know how to decipher between your lies
'Cause everything that you tell me, it seems so right
But maybe I just need a different kind of guy
But I see the growth in you, I cannot lie
But maybe it's wrong, maybe it's just the wrong time
But, baby, all that I ask you is don't
Don't let me down
Just stick around
Let's settle down
Baby, don't
Don't let me down
Just stick around, my love
And settle down, my love
Baby, oh
Won't let you down, no
I'll be around, baby
Let's settle down, baby
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Joshua Davis, Keyshia Cole, Luke Leath, Seyvon Broughton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Blue Skies
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
(Andyr)
I ain't been locked in how I'm 'posed to
I'm only twenty-four, but my soul still old school
And gang been runnin' through these hoes just like they 'posed to
Forever gangster, it's a lot that I ain't opposed to
Pro Tools and me, me and Pro Tools
Bring my auntie back, I just wan' hold you, darling
Woke up one morning, you was gone, you must be Charlene (ayy, pull up, Lam)
But it ain't no comin' back from this, I'm sorry
Say money be the root, yeah
They say be careful what you do
They told me practice what I preach
Why would I practice? This the truth
Blue skies, you so beautiful
Open up 'cause I need God and I thought you should know
Blue skies, sunshine (blue skies, sunshine)
Pray you never come down (pray you never come down)
Blue skies, yeah
Sunshine, yeah, yeah
Talk through the skies tryna get to God, I pray they open up
Xho, why you always on guard? No, I can't open up
It's just what I been through
Just 'cause I'm famous, I ain't perfect, know I sin too
Shit crazy, I can buy your love with a Benz coupe
But you can't buy mines
Why I'm still feeling like you God-sent? I take my time with you
I sent my heart wherever, but I pray it hit you
Hit you, hit you
Need you, need you
Hit you, hit you
Need you, need you
Blue skies, you so beautiful
Open up 'cause I need God and I thought you should know
Blue skies, sunshine (blue skies, sunshine)
Pray you never come down (pray you never come down)
Blue skies, yeah
Sunshine, yeah
(Andyr)
I ain't been locked in how I'm 'posed to
I'm only twenty-four, but my soul still old school
And gang been runnin' through these hoes just like they 'posed to
Forever gangster, it's a lot that I ain't opposed to
Pro Tools and me, me and Pro Tools
Bring my auntie back, I just wan' hold you, darling
Woke up one morning, you was gone, you must be Charlene (ayy, pull up, Lam)
But it ain't no comin' back from this, I'm sorry
Say money be the root, yeah
They say be careful what you do
They told me practice what I preach
Why would I practice? This the truth
Blue skies, you so beautiful
Open up 'cause I need God and I thought you should know
Blue skies, sunshine (blue skies, sunshine)
Pray you never come down (pray you never come down)
Blue skies, yeah
Sunshine, yeah, yeah
Talk through the skies tryna get to God, I pray they open up
Xho, why you always on guard? No, I can't open up
It's just what I been through
Just 'cause I'm famous, I ain't perfect, know I sin too
Shit crazy, I can buy your love with a Benz coupe
But you can't buy mines
Why I'm still feeling like you God-sent? I take my time with you
I sent my heart wherever, but I pray it hit you
Hit you, hit you
Need you, need you
Hit you, hit you
Need you, need you
Blue skies, you so beautiful
Open up 'cause I need God and I thought you should know
Blue skies, sunshine (blue skies, sunshine)
Pray you never come down (pray you never come down)
Blue skies, yeah
Sunshine, yeah
Writer: Andrej Marko, Devonte Richman, Ibrahim Dodo, JP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Everlasting
Huh, I done got everything imagined
Goin' through it
Times that I get peace is when I'm rappin'
Dog been runnin' wild, but he ain't rabid
I don't fit in a crowd, keep that established, yeah
Six figures on my car, then I crashed 'em
I'm bigger, I'm the star, but I'm tryna be happy
When I'm talkin' 'bout the one, it's everlastin'
I put time into my guns, they never jammin'
Workin', takin' time from my son, what kinda parent
Can't take time? Figure it out, it gotta balance
Findin' myself, this shit a challenge
Fightin' myself, oh Lord, I'm damaged
Talk to me, walk with me
Understand me, that's all I need
They don't understand me, it's all on me
But who gon' be there for 'em? It's when I leave
My mama good, my son good, my dogs good, my heart good
I'm still good in my hood, it's all love
I put business on the bottom of my foot like I should
I don't care to be the hardest, I'm an artist
I don't care 'bout niggas talkin', I'ma charge it to the game, that's on my mama
I got bigs to handle business when it's problems
Raised by women, I'm a gentleman, can't dog her
I hold my head a lot
Stressin' myself out like is you gon' be there or not?
Is you for me or is you tryna harm me?
Is you an informant?
Is you tryna cross me or is you tryna join me? Lord
I got problems, but the money, that ain't one of 'em
They wouldn't be him, I remember they made fun of him
Thank God, forever got love for the game in my heart
I would've never got to where I'm at if I ain't robbed in a minute
I talk to the street, get through the walls of the prison
Still free Dee, free Zay, and free C Major
And long live Dre, wish he could see a nigga make it
Dre, I'm bigger now, still hold my niggas down
If I ever see your killer, I'ma send him down
I couldn't see 'em put my Auntie Samia in the ground
I had to put my grandaddy in the ground, I'm grounded
I was f*cked up for a minute, but I found it
Money stackin', but the problems keep on pilin'
You know I'm blessed, ain't gotta sneeze like what is pollen?
I came a long way from robbin' niggas on the island
Geesh, wanna fall in love with the rap, but my heart in these streets
My heart in the ghetto
I'm goin' hard 'cause who gon' be there if I let up?
I'm goin' hard 'cause who gon' be there if I fall, fall off?
Like who gon' be there when I call? I can't call y'all
I'm the one who can't cry
The one who gotta hold this shit together, get it right
The one who tell 'em that this rap shit can change your life
I don't tell 'em to do better, I just show 'em
I don't cherish shit, I get the money and I blow it
Will I ever make the hit list?
It's like they don't like this real shit, like they don't like the real rap
I just keep rappin' my life, know they'll feel that, feel that
Only fearin' God, Fear of God, nah, I don't feel that (shh, hold up)
Do you niggas hear that?
This the sound of a beast, came from that jungle and I rose up
Them niggas had me at the back, I feel like Rosa
But I ain't never complain, I just charge it to the game
I just charge it to the game and I'm like
Just charge it to the game, this my life
I just charge it to the game, this my life, yeah
I just charge it to the game and I'm like
I just charge it to the game, yeah
I'm forever with my gang, yeah
I'm still the same, yeah
I'm never changin'
Look at all this money came in
Oh, Lord knows I'm a made man
Pussy-nigga better not say nothin'
(Yeah, I'll go hit his block up)
Goin' through it
Times that I get peace is when I'm rappin'
Dog been runnin' wild, but he ain't rabid
I don't fit in a crowd, keep that established, yeah
Six figures on my car, then I crashed 'em
I'm bigger, I'm the star, but I'm tryna be happy
When I'm talkin' 'bout the one, it's everlastin'
I put time into my guns, they never jammin'
Workin', takin' time from my son, what kinda parent
Can't take time? Figure it out, it gotta balance
Findin' myself, this shit a challenge
Fightin' myself, oh Lord, I'm damaged
Talk to me, walk with me
Understand me, that's all I need
They don't understand me, it's all on me
But who gon' be there for 'em? It's when I leave
My mama good, my son good, my dogs good, my heart good
I'm still good in my hood, it's all love
I put business on the bottom of my foot like I should
I don't care to be the hardest, I'm an artist
I don't care 'bout niggas talkin', I'ma charge it to the game, that's on my mama
I got bigs to handle business when it's problems
Raised by women, I'm a gentleman, can't dog her
I hold my head a lot
Stressin' myself out like is you gon' be there or not?
Is you for me or is you tryna harm me?
Is you an informant?
Is you tryna cross me or is you tryna join me? Lord
I got problems, but the money, that ain't one of 'em
They wouldn't be him, I remember they made fun of him
Thank God, forever got love for the game in my heart
I would've never got to where I'm at if I ain't robbed in a minute
I talk to the street, get through the walls of the prison
Still free Dee, free Zay, and free C Major
And long live Dre, wish he could see a nigga make it
Dre, I'm bigger now, still hold my niggas down
If I ever see your killer, I'ma send him down
I couldn't see 'em put my Auntie Samia in the ground
I had to put my grandaddy in the ground, I'm grounded
I was f*cked up for a minute, but I found it
Money stackin', but the problems keep on pilin'
You know I'm blessed, ain't gotta sneeze like what is pollen?
I came a long way from robbin' niggas on the island
Geesh, wanna fall in love with the rap, but my heart in these streets
My heart in the ghetto
I'm goin' hard 'cause who gon' be there if I let up?
I'm goin' hard 'cause who gon' be there if I fall, fall off?
Like who gon' be there when I call? I can't call y'all
I'm the one who can't cry
The one who gotta hold this shit together, get it right
The one who tell 'em that this rap shit can change your life
I don't tell 'em to do better, I just show 'em
I don't cherish shit, I get the money and I blow it
Will I ever make the hit list?
It's like they don't like this real shit, like they don't like the real rap
I just keep rappin' my life, know they'll feel that, feel that
Only fearin' God, Fear of God, nah, I don't feel that (shh, hold up)
Do you niggas hear that?
This the sound of a beast, came from that jungle and I rose up
Them niggas had me at the back, I feel like Rosa
But I ain't never complain, I just charge it to the game
I just charge it to the game and I'm like
Just charge it to the game, this my life
I just charge it to the game, this my life, yeah
I just charge it to the game and I'm like
I just charge it to the game, yeah
I'm forever with my gang, yeah
I'm still the same, yeah
I'm never changin'
Look at all this money came in
Oh, Lord knows I'm a made man
Pussy-nigga better not say nothin'
(Yeah, I'll go hit his block up)
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo, Indyah McAlister, Liam McAlister, Michael McPherson Jr., Vincent Desrosiers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
