Alright
Is going, is going
Alright
Alright, alright
I say
Mm, I had that dream that I was parlin' and went over T
Went from overseas, bitch from overseas
Ayy, shit, I'm killin', it ain't dead, this shit just overseas
Shit, I'm over T, ayy
Shit, how you know? Shit, I don't know
I been like this for a minute
Baby, I said, "Ain't no heroes", guess she everybody villains
All right, red through double zero
All right, red through double zero, turn everybody vips
'Cause I don't hate the type of cash, I hurt a nigga ego
Tell him Free Tax, know he gon' spazz it
What? She just tiein' me, though
Ayy, I ain't staking lost, but the f*ck I came from ELO
Say I like a good girl, but I take a mean on
I had that dream that I was parlin', and went over T
Went from overseas, bitch from overseas
Ayy, shit, I'm killin', it ain't dead, this shit just overseas
Shit, I'm over T, ayy
Hurricane Wisdom - Perfect Storm Album Lyrics
Hurricane Wisdom - Perfect Storm Lyrics
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My Niggaz
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Giannis Remix
[ Featuring Polo G ]
(Bino)
Uh
Uh
Uh, uh, uh (ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (no)
Hit behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (alright)
Pro' fiend, I need all that (all that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me)
Plenty shots, get on side me (hey)
Plenty hoes, I don't party (party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (woah)
Plenty toys, nigga, try me
Ayy, starbuds, Harley
I smoke more than Marley
I say f*ck a Foot Locker
I wan' go hit Marni (hey)
Double cup look just like Barney (hey)
I live it, you record it
Daytime, eatin' foreigns
Nighttime, I'm in a foreign (hey)
New bitch just got imported
Why she think she important? (Hey)
Hey, whole time, you know I ain't givin' her nothin'
I like my bitches borin' (hey)
G5, I'm damn near soarin' (oh)
I'm tired, I'm way too beat (oh)
Thick thighs, I'm knowin' you eat
And, baby, don't lie, I know you sleep
Ayy, ayy, when I get home, I just want dome
You already knowin' I'm beat (Bino)
Ayy, baby, what you doin' with all that ass?
I said, "Come and throw it on me"
I know you know what I mean
Got plenty hoes and plenty cash
Life ain't nothin' but a fee (ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
I hope you know that I don't
I don't play cops and robbers (no)
Hit behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (alright)
Pro' fiend, I need all that (all that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me)
Plenty shots, get on side me (hey)
Plenty hoes, I don't party (party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (woah)
Plenty toys, nigga, try me
Penthouse, hotel party, got killers in your lobby
All my lil' bros'll wet your block, we turn your shit tsunami
Ten racks to fix her body, now this lil' bitch my Barbie
Forever locked in with my clique, lil' Too Turnt 'nem my army
Bossed up with my foot up, and I'm not alone, I got my switch
Niggas be tryna push up 'cause we off and on, that's still my bitch
Lot of shit got shook up, now it's too far gone, I cannot fix
Prayin', then I look up, shit, I can't condone nothin' on my list, uh
Chase rats like Tom and Jerry, face splat, your body carried (Bino)
And now them highlights on the news, they makin' commentary
I'll spin your block, don't dare me, won't send no shots, he scary
I vow to never leave my gun, me and my Glock, we married (ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (no)
Hit behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (alright)
Pro' fiend, I need all that (all that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me)
Plenty shots, get on side me (hey)
Plenty hoes, I don't party (party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (woah)
Plenty toys, nigga, try me
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (no)
Hit behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (alright)
Pro' fiend, I need all that (all that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (Bino)
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('yond me)
Plenty shots, get on side me (hey)
Plenty hoes, I don't party (party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (woah)
Plenty toys, nigga, try me (ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
Writer: Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Wisdom Olouawi
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Don't Care
[ Featuring Skilla Baby ]
(Pipe this shit up, TnT)
Nigga, no, I don't care
Don't care
Nigga, I don't care
Nigga
Tss, ayy (nigga), huh, huh
Nigga, I don't care (nah)
I'm one of the niggas that don't care (no)
I need a bitch that don't care (no)
Ayy, if I'm outside, it's on my side
I put it on mine, I don't care (won't)
Nigga get fried, I don't care (no)
They come through frrt, I don't care (ayy, no)
Take your bitch and you take mine, I put it on mine, I won't care
Huh, put it on God, I don't care (no), I do not, I don't care (no, oh)
You come in this crib, you comin' to f*ck, I don't wanna vibe, I don't care (oh, oh)
When they come through sprayin' for all that playin', I put it on y'all, I won't care
It get upped in the mall, I don't care (oh, oh)
Uh, it get ugly and all, I don't care (oh, nah)
This RDT, don't rent no fleet, he trippin' far to take care (ayy, yeah)
You trippin' folly in here (oh)
So you just gotta know I don't care (ayy, uh)
It can be on the floor, I put shit in the sky
But you just gotta know I don't care (ayy, oh)
Tss, ayy (nigga), huh, huh
Nigga, I don't care
I'm one of the niggas that don't care (no)
I need a bitch that don't care (no)
Ayy, if I'm outside, it's on my side
I put it on mine, I don't care (don't)
Nigga get fried, I don't care (don't)
They come through frrt, I don't care (don't)
I heard them niggas pullin' up
Let a nigga try, he gon' get fried
Nigga try to slide, his ass died
Send my opps up to God
He got dropped and I laughed
He got popped, then he crashed
When he died, his mama cried
Get that lo', then go crash, we goin' fast
If you slide and you miss, when you slip, that's your ass
My lil' nigga fourteen, with ten attempts, his lil' ass bad
Even if you catch a hat, if it's get-back, you can't brag, nigga (brag)
When we in them whips, we crashin' out
Catch his ass in traffic, up that switch on him and fap him down (ha)
All my whips bulletproof, who lackin' now?
Catch his ass and smoke his boots, I got these niggas tappin' out, ha
Psh, ayy, huh, huh
Nigga, I don't care
I'm one of the niggas that don't care (no)
I need a bitch that don't care (no)
Ayy, if I'm outside, it's on my side
I put it on mine, I don't care (don't)
Nigga get fried, I don't care (don't)
They come through frrt, I don't care (don't)
Writer: Wisdom Oluola, Trevon Gardner
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YN
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Still that young nigga, but I like my bitches old
(Djaxx got that star shit on him)
Uh
Right, right, uh
Still that young nigga (woah), but I like my bitches old
Hey, shit feel like a dream, I woke up, I'm still froze
All she heard was, "Come here, bae," now I'm all inside her throat
From the kitchen to the floor, girl, don't act like you don't know (hey)
Mixin' med' with the Casa', remember times when I was poor
Now my pockets filled with dough, they let me in, I kicked the door
Ayy, heard he came with some bros, nigga, you sound slow
Surprised that you ain't know
Shit sad that you that ain't know
A triple-double on my wrist and I ain't scared, I want some more
I put Chanelly on my bitch, but she gon' leave it at the door
If she gon' leave, bitch, that's a no
Ask if I care, bitch, no
Ask if I care, bitch, I don't
Wait for your love, bitch, I won't
Wait for your love, bitch, I can't
It's some shit I can't afford
You'll see me catchin' feelings 'fore you catch me in a Ford
She think I'm gon' play her, I'm so goddamn player
Truth be told, I'm just a young nigga
Still that young nigga (woah), but I like my bitches old
Hey, shit feel like a dream, I woke up, I'm still froze
All she heard was, "Come here, bae," now I'm all inside her throat
From the kitchen to the floor, girl, don't act like you don't know
Mixin' med' with the Casa', remember times when I was poor
Now my pockets filled with dough, they let me in, I kicked the door
Ayy, heard he came with some bros, nigga, you sound slow (on God)
Surprised that you ain't know (on God)
Shit sad that you that ain't know (uh)
Still that young nigga, but I like my bitches old
(Djaxx got that star shit on him)
Uh
Right, right, uh
Still that young nigga (woah), but I like my bitches old
Hey, shit feel like a dream, I woke up, I'm still froze
All she heard was, "Come here, bae," now I'm all inside her throat
From the kitchen to the floor, girl, don't act like you don't know (hey)
Mixin' med' with the Casa', remember times when I was poor
Now my pockets filled with dough, they let me in, I kicked the door
Ayy, heard he came with some bros, nigga, you sound slow
Surprised that you ain't know
Shit sad that you that ain't know
A triple-double on my wrist and I ain't scared, I want some more
I put Chanelly on my bitch, but she gon' leave it at the door
If she gon' leave, bitch, that's a no
Ask if I care, bitch, no
Ask if I care, bitch, I don't
Wait for your love, bitch, I won't
Wait for your love, bitch, I can't
It's some shit I can't afford
You'll see me catchin' feelings 'fore you catch me in a Ford
She think I'm gon' play her, I'm so goddamn player
Truth be told, I'm just a young nigga
Still that young nigga (woah), but I like my bitches old
Hey, shit feel like a dream, I woke up, I'm still froze
All she heard was, "Come here, bae," now I'm all inside her throat
From the kitchen to the floor, girl, don't act like you don't know
Mixin' med' with the Casa', remember times when I was poor
Now my pockets filled with dough, they let me in, I kicked the door
Ayy, heard he came with some bros, nigga, you sound slow (on God)
Surprised that you ain't know (on God)
Shit sad that you that ain't know (uh)
Writer: Wisdom Mikeal Oluola
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Salute
[ Featuring Loe Shimmy ]
Psh, yeah, oh
(Welcome back, Blake)
Psh, let's do it
Oh (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Psh, huh (whoa)
Uh, Dxnte had produced it, I can't say the streets produced me
But Ty had introduced me
Swear money ain't no problems (oh), shit, it was my solution
If you real, then I salute you (yeah), if you real, then I salute
Play too hard, I lose my cool
I make bread, bitch, what 'bout you?
Family fed, bitch, I got flavors, talkin' 'bout green, pink and blue
And I can't say I won't do no favors, but, shit, I'm picky when I do
But I can say Havana made, on my pavement I'm a troop (yeah, yeah)
So watch that lane, I'm comin' through
Push up black truck, more than two
I got hoes way more than few, I treat my bitches like they new
Bitches treat me like a saint, I'm the highest in the room
Huh, Dxnte made the beat, but, shit, granny co-produced
Psh, huh (whoa)
Uh, Dxnte had produced it, I can't say the streets produced me
But Ty had introduced me
Swear money ain't no problems (oh), shit, it was my solution
If you real, then I salute you (oh), if you real, then I salute
Oh, oh, neck below degrees
If you ride beside me, I'ma go and bust your nail because
Oh, come here to Tennessee
I'ma keep on sendin' blitz at these niggas just because
Ayy, it's just you and me (it's just you and Zombie, baby)
Get on top and ride, I need to see (I think I done took too many)
Cha-chings on my eyes, I can't even see (ayy)
Take it off, I'm in love with your body (girl, you gonna take it, come here)
Kick her out if the bitch don't get naughty
I can't sleep, I'm too geeked out my body
Oh, girl, come and blow a ten in Lenox
It's so hard to trust her, you don't really never know who with you
Keep the family by my side, that's all I got besides this chicken
Want me beat it up, ain't gotta say it twice 'cause Zombie listen
Oh
Psh, huh (whoa)
Uh, Dxnte had produced it, I can't say the streets produced me
But Ty had introduced me
Swear money ain't no problems (oh), shit, it was my solution
If you real, then I salute you (oh), if you real, then I salute
Psh, huh (whoa)
Uh, Dxnte had produced it, I can't say the streets produced me
But Ty had introduced me
Swear money ain't no problems (oh), shit, it was my solution
If you real, then I salute you (oh), if you real, then I salute
Writer: Wisdom Mikeal Oluola, Shamar Cox
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Fetish
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Need Me
I need you
Ayy, ayy
I need you
Woah
I need you
Ayy, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Need, need, need you
Ooh, ayy (4), she need me, but I need drank
Double-0-4, bitch, I got rank (I do)
Keep my pole, shit don't go straight (I do)
And we have fun, duh, nigga, I got funds, duh, nigga, I got pape'
Ayy, ain't got no kid, but I'll still slide with Adonis, duh, this a baby Drac' (buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, ain't too big, but wait 'til you see this SIG, on God, you'll think it's a K (uh)
I'm too gone, shit on top my 4, gon' make a nigga say, "No way" (no way)
And I made his day
I'm 'bout to fly out of state, it's the third time bustin' a play
I'll make a bitch wait, I tell her, "I just got home," this the third time bustin' a fade" (oh)
And I just got on, tell her I just got grown, this the third time buyin' a lake
I say, "Go," I said, "Lil' bitch, you can leave
I ain't never been one for a chase" (ayy, never been one for a chase)
I know she want more, nigga, you know she want more, she done if she think I'm her bae
And she need me, she think she need me
On God, this bitch don't think (on God, this bitch don't think)
Ooh, ayy (4), she need me, but I need drank (drank)
Double-0-4, bitch, I got rank (rank)
Keep my pole, shit don't go straight (straight)
And we have fun, duh, nigga, I got funds, duh, nigga, I got pape'
Ayy, ain't got no kid, but I'll still slide with Adonis, duh, this a baby Drac' (buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, ain't too big, but wait 'til you see this SIG, on God, you'll think it's a K (uh)
I'm too gone, shit on top my 4, gon' make a nigga say, "No way" (no way)
What's on my mind? Only money (nah)
Two L's, only hundreds (hundreds)
Hopped out, leave 'em runnin' (runnin')
Hopped in, cocked it back, yeah
Got home, beat her back, yeah (her back, yeah)
Left home, blew her back out (back out)
Uh, don't miss, this a blackout
F*ck stress, I need Act' now
Ayy, but this shit ain't nothin', I spilled some drank, it was just some Qua' (what?)
You hear that, "Frrt," you just seen Quay (what?)
They walk shit down, we ain't on chasin'
I sip codeine with Sprite I chase
See, I'm on some brand-new shit, and it changed a nigga
I knew he was dead, I'm the one who arranged it
Heard gang got rich, tell my opps, "Get a bank, nigga"
She need me, but I need- (I need you)
She need me, but I need-
She need me, but I need-, oh (need, need you)
I need you
I need you
I need you
Need, need you
Ayy, ayy
I need you
Woah
I need you
Ayy, ayy
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Need, need, need you
Ooh, ayy (4), she need me, but I need drank
Double-0-4, bitch, I got rank (I do)
Keep my pole, shit don't go straight (I do)
And we have fun, duh, nigga, I got funds, duh, nigga, I got pape'
Ayy, ain't got no kid, but I'll still slide with Adonis, duh, this a baby Drac' (buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, ain't too big, but wait 'til you see this SIG, on God, you'll think it's a K (uh)
I'm too gone, shit on top my 4, gon' make a nigga say, "No way" (no way)
And I made his day
I'm 'bout to fly out of state, it's the third time bustin' a play
I'll make a bitch wait, I tell her, "I just got home," this the third time bustin' a fade" (oh)
And I just got on, tell her I just got grown, this the third time buyin' a lake
I say, "Go," I said, "Lil' bitch, you can leave
I ain't never been one for a chase" (ayy, never been one for a chase)
I know she want more, nigga, you know she want more, she done if she think I'm her bae
And she need me, she think she need me
On God, this bitch don't think (on God, this bitch don't think)
Ooh, ayy (4), she need me, but I need drank (drank)
Double-0-4, bitch, I got rank (rank)
Keep my pole, shit don't go straight (straight)
And we have fun, duh, nigga, I got funds, duh, nigga, I got pape'
Ayy, ain't got no kid, but I'll still slide with Adonis, duh, this a baby Drac' (buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, ain't too big, but wait 'til you see this SIG, on God, you'll think it's a K (uh)
I'm too gone, shit on top my 4, gon' make a nigga say, "No way" (no way)
What's on my mind? Only money (nah)
Two L's, only hundreds (hundreds)
Hopped out, leave 'em runnin' (runnin')
Hopped in, cocked it back, yeah
Got home, beat her back, yeah (her back, yeah)
Left home, blew her back out (back out)
Uh, don't miss, this a blackout
F*ck stress, I need Act' now
Ayy, but this shit ain't nothin', I spilled some drank, it was just some Qua' (what?)
You hear that, "Frrt," you just seen Quay (what?)
They walk shit down, we ain't on chasin'
I sip codeine with Sprite I chase
See, I'm on some brand-new shit, and it changed a nigga
I knew he was dead, I'm the one who arranged it
Heard gang got rich, tell my opps, "Get a bank, nigga"
She need me, but I need- (I need you)
She need me, but I need-
She need me, but I need-, oh (need, need you)
I need you
I need you
I need you
Need, need you
Writer: Wisdom Mikea Oluola
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Demand
Right
Oh
Lost my heart in Miami (Miami)
Stop throwin' me essays, bitch, just call
I'll leave you out here stranded (stranded)
Give me your love, I demand it (demand it)
Give me your love, I demand it (demand it)
Give me your love, I demand it, oh
Pussy ain't, throw off the panties (panties)
But she ain't stayin' for too long (oh)
Nut in his bitch for two songs (oh)
Kind of okay when people want features and f*ck-niggas pay me for two songs (oh)
We go way back like Irvin, huh (like Irvin)
We go way back like Yubo, huh (Yubo)
I did some shit only you know
Lowkey, I was duckin' and dodgin' these hoes
Now I be doggin' like Pluto (oh, oh)
I got my heart broke in Cali'
I broke a bitch down and I got on a flight
Give me your love, I demand it (demand it)
Girl, give me your love, I request it (okay)
New nigga ain't even spendin' no money, so how in the f*ck he investin'? (Oh)
Don't save time, you wastin' your time and you don't even need to stress it
Ayy, oh, baby, you know I ain't regular (regular)
Yeah, X5, this not a Wrangler (skrrt)
I lied, I said I don't like your friends
I just don't like that you hangin' with 'em
Oh, my exes, you still wanna strangle 'em (still wanna strangle 'em)
Your ex was a broke and you dated him (and you dated him)
Damn, you still ain't P, that shit wasn't P
You G5'd me to the baby goat
I did somethin' dumb out of talent (talent)
I did some smoke when I fell out of love
Now that shit big body Caddy (Caddy)
Now that shit big body Caddy, I'm up
Ayy, now that shit big body Caddy, I'm up
Now that shit big body Caddy, you f*cked
Now that shit- ayy
Ayy, hold up
Oh
Lost my heart in Miami (Miami)
Stop throwin' me essays, bitch, just call
I'll leave you out here stranded (stranded)
Give me your love, I demand it (demand it)
Give me your love, I demand it (demand it)
Give me your love, I demand it, oh
Pussy ain't, throw off the panties (panties)
But she ain't stayin' for too long (oh)
Nut in his bitch for two songs (oh)
Kind of okay when people want features and f*ck-niggas pay me for two songs (oh)
We go way back like Irvin, huh (like Irvin)
We go way back like Yubo, huh (Yubo)
I did some shit only you know
Lowkey, I was duckin' and dodgin' these hoes
Now I be doggin' like Pluto (oh, oh)
I got my heart broke in Cali'
I broke a bitch down and I got on a flight
Give me your love, I demand it (demand it)
Girl, give me your love, I request it (okay)
New nigga ain't even spendin' no money, so how in the f*ck he investin'? (Oh)
Don't save time, you wastin' your time and you don't even need to stress it
Ayy, oh, baby, you know I ain't regular (regular)
Yeah, X5, this not a Wrangler (skrrt)
I lied, I said I don't like your friends
I just don't like that you hangin' with 'em
Oh, my exes, you still wanna strangle 'em (still wanna strangle 'em)
Your ex was a broke and you dated him (and you dated him)
Damn, you still ain't P, that shit wasn't P
You G5'd me to the baby goat
I did somethin' dumb out of talent (talent)
I did some smoke when I fell out of love
Now that shit big body Caddy (Caddy)
Now that shit big body Caddy, I'm up
Ayy, now that shit big body Caddy, I'm up
Now that shit big body Caddy, you f*cked
Now that shit- ayy
Ayy, hold up
Writer: Wisdom Oluola
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X
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Drugs Callin
Granny pray for me (oh)
I'm never where you safe from me (yeah)
Ayy, ayy
I say
Hold on
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
But this shit ain't make believe, I'm never where you safe from me (go)
Gotta know I hang with folks, before you think about snakin' me (me)
Let his bitch-ass take a hunnid, before you think about taking me
Before think about taking you (go)
They say loves a drug, I don't wanna take too much from you (too much from you)
Say I do too much, but I just do what I can do (what I can do)
I take off and beat the road (beat the road)
Come back, and beat the moon (come back, and beat the moon)
Ain't never need a hoe, somehow I'm needing you (somehow I needin' you)
Anytime that money call, you gotta know I'm comin' through (okay)
Anytime my money fall, you gotta know that, it's on you
Heard you havin' money showers, tell me who did that for you (I did for you)
How you listenin' to your folks, say how I'm bad for you
You know, I do the most, and they can't do the half for you (they know)
Even though if I wouldn't have it, I probably would have you
Even though I gave my heart, but that don't mean I had too (yeah)
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
But this shit ain't make believe, I'm never where you safe from me (go)
Gotta know I hang with folks, before you think about snakin' me (me)
Let his bitch-ass take a hunnid, before you think 'bout takin' me
Tss, ayy, before think about takin' you (go)
They say loves a drug, I don't wanna take too much from you (too much from you)
Say I do too much, but I just do what I can do (what I can do)
I take off and beat the road (beat the road)
Come back, and beat the moon (come back, and beat the moon)
Hey, and it goes how it goes
Eyes closed off the drank, but I ain't been sleepin' at all
Should be told I'm exhausted, but I'm finally broke (uh)
I'm finally young, but I guess every time I'm sober, I'm missin' my home (home)
But I guess every time I'm sober, I'm missin' my phone (you know)
Ayy, I pour a four, then roll a three, TJ you not alone (not)
I keep my phone on D&D, these drugs keep gettin' through (they through, uh)
I say, ayy
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
But this shit ain't make believe, I'm never where you safe from me (go)
Gotta know I hang with folks, before you think about snakin' me (me)
Let his bitch-ass take a hunnid, before you think about takin' me
Tss, ayy, before think about takin' you (go)
They say loves a drug, I don't wanna take too much from you (I don't)
Say I do too much, but I just do what I can do (what I can do)
I take off and beat the road (take off and beat the road)
Come back, and beat the moon (come back, and beat the moon)
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
Never safe for me
Safe for me, I'll never fall
I'm never where you safe from me (yeah)
Ayy, ayy
I say
Hold on
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
But this shit ain't make believe, I'm never where you safe from me (go)
Gotta know I hang with folks, before you think about snakin' me (me)
Let his bitch-ass take a hunnid, before you think about taking me
Before think about taking you (go)
They say loves a drug, I don't wanna take too much from you (too much from you)
Say I do too much, but I just do what I can do (what I can do)
I take off and beat the road (beat the road)
Come back, and beat the moon (come back, and beat the moon)
Ain't never need a hoe, somehow I'm needing you (somehow I needin' you)
Anytime that money call, you gotta know I'm comin' through (okay)
Anytime my money fall, you gotta know that, it's on you
Heard you havin' money showers, tell me who did that for you (I did for you)
How you listenin' to your folks, say how I'm bad for you
You know, I do the most, and they can't do the half for you (they know)
Even though if I wouldn't have it, I probably would have you
Even though I gave my heart, but that don't mean I had too (yeah)
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
But this shit ain't make believe, I'm never where you safe from me (go)
Gotta know I hang with folks, before you think about snakin' me (me)
Let his bitch-ass take a hunnid, before you think 'bout takin' me
Tss, ayy, before think about takin' you (go)
They say loves a drug, I don't wanna take too much from you (too much from you)
Say I do too much, but I just do what I can do (what I can do)
I take off and beat the road (beat the road)
Come back, and beat the moon (come back, and beat the moon)
Hey, and it goes how it goes
Eyes closed off the drank, but I ain't been sleepin' at all
Should be told I'm exhausted, but I'm finally broke (uh)
I'm finally young, but I guess every time I'm sober, I'm missin' my home (home)
But I guess every time I'm sober, I'm missin' my phone (you know)
Ayy, I pour a four, then roll a three, TJ you not alone (not)
I keep my phone on D&D, these drugs keep gettin' through (they through, uh)
I say, ayy
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
But this shit ain't make believe, I'm never where you safe from me (go)
Gotta know I hang with folks, before you think about snakin' me (me)
Let his bitch-ass take a hunnid, before you think about takin' me
Tss, ayy, before think about takin' you (go)
They say loves a drug, I don't wanna take too much from you (I don't)
Say I do too much, but I just do what I can do (what I can do)
I take off and beat the road (take off and beat the road)
Come back, and beat the moon (come back, and beat the moon)
I can hear these drugs callin', Granny, pray for me
Never safe for me
Safe for me, I'll never fall
Writer: Wisdom Oluola
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On God
[ Featuring Raq Baby ]
(That damn-)
Ooh, ayy
If I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil 6 come through scorin' a basket
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass 10 on me right now like shit don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say, "Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that bitch gon' tattle"
If shit go left, this bitch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a nigga ticket, on, on God, I don't need that traction
Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil 6 come through scorin' a basket
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big ass 10 on me right now like shit don't matter
Ayy, oh, when we come through, make this bitch go boom
I done seen niggas run they fastest
I say, "Shoot," they don't get no passes
Don't say, "Oop," I don't do no passin'
Ayy, send shit through, I don't need no address
Ayy, I get loot, I don't kiss no asses
Ayy, my bitch cute, I don't pay for asses
Ayy, yes, I'm good, thank you for askin'
Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil 6 come through scorin' a basket
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass 10 on me right now like shit don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say, "Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that bitch gon' tattle"
If shit go left, this bitch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a nigga ticket, on, on God, I don't need that traction
He drop a diss, I'ma drop my lo' right now, on God, I need that action
If he clutchin', it go down in the parking lot, these pistols clappin'
Shit get wicked, a nigga gon' die by the parking spot
Load the boy down, knock all his stuff to the dash, bro wonder who the f*ck gon' park 'em now
Treat all the opps like they battery low
Wonderin', oh, gotta spark 'em now
Racks in the 'Cat, but the 'Cat ain't slow
I got some shit that'll hawk 'em down
I can't wait 'til he D-I-E, no NLE, I'ma walk 'em down
Kept sayin' he gon' put me on the floor, now the police gotta chalk him down
I don't be givin' no money out
Where they gon' be when I'm all the way down?
Shit gon' be high, nigga smokin' your blunt
I'm never bringin' my homie down
If I find me a money move, I'm never leavin' my homie out
They ain't used to f*ck with the kid back then, now everybody claimin' they know me now
Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil 6 come through scorin' a basket
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass 10 on me right now like shit don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say, "Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that bitch gon' tattle"
If shit go left, this bitch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a nigga ticket, on, on God, I don't need that traction
Yeah, free my 6
Shout out my 5
Talkin' 'bout whole 'nother chat
Brrt
Writer: Wisdom Oluola
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Why
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These Days
[Hurricane Wisdom]
Sometimes you gotta cry a little, sometimes you gotta cry a lot
When it feel like you won't make it out, sometimes, you gotta stir the pot
Gotta make a way straight to the top
'Cause this shit here don't get easier
It just get harder and harder and harder (Oh, Lord)
So you gotta go harder and harder and harder (Harder and harder)
Yeah, 'cause it's seemin' like these days, niggas wanna be enemies
Come around these ways, we ain't showin' no sympathy
Put it on replay if you feelin' my еnergy (You could put it on replay if you feelin' my enеrgy, oh)
[Fredo Bang]
Ayy, sometimes you gotta cry a little
Sometimes you gotta lie and kill (Oh, Lord)
Sometimes you gotta spin the wheel
Sometimes, just to lock the deal, you gotta lie about how you really feel
Seems like these days, everybody love comin' with a fee
Seems like these days, they multiplyin' my enemies
Seems like these days, these bitches stealin' my energy
No, I don't want shit rippin', I just wanna sleep in peace
I wonder, "Would she love me if I push cars at Costco?"
Gave a bitch my heart, she left me lonely with a snot nose
Sometimes I double back whenever I'm horny like a rhino
When I'm finished, back to business, I need that chicken, you know I like it, bro
[Hurricane Wisdom, Fredo Bang]
It just get harder and harder and harder (Oh, Lord, oh)
So you gotta go harder and harder and harder (You gotta go, you gotta go)
Hey, 'cause it's seemin' like these days, niggas wanna be enemies
Come around these ways, we ain't showin' no sympathy (Bo, bo, bo)
Put it on replay if you feelin' my energy (Put it on replay if you feelin' my energy, oh)
Sometimes you gotta cry a little, sometimes you gotta cry a lot
When it feel like you won't make it out, sometimes, you gotta stir the pot
Gotta make a way straight to the top
'Cause this shit here don't get easier
It just get harder and harder and harder (Oh, Lord)
So you gotta go harder and harder and harder (Harder and harder)
Yeah, 'cause it's seemin' like these days, niggas wanna be enemies
Come around these ways, we ain't showin' no sympathy
Put it on replay if you feelin' my еnergy (You could put it on replay if you feelin' my enеrgy, oh)
[Fredo Bang]
Ayy, sometimes you gotta cry a little
Sometimes you gotta lie and kill (Oh, Lord)
Sometimes you gotta spin the wheel
Sometimes, just to lock the deal, you gotta lie about how you really feel
Seems like these days, everybody love comin' with a fee
Seems like these days, they multiplyin' my enemies
Seems like these days, these bitches stealin' my energy
No, I don't want shit rippin', I just wanna sleep in peace
I wonder, "Would she love me if I push cars at Costco?"
Gave a bitch my heart, she left me lonely with a snot nose
Sometimes I double back whenever I'm horny like a rhino
When I'm finished, back to business, I need that chicken, you know I like it, bro
[Hurricane Wisdom, Fredo Bang]
It just get harder and harder and harder (Oh, Lord, oh)
So you gotta go harder and harder and harder (You gotta go, you gotta go)
Hey, 'cause it's seemin' like these days, niggas wanna be enemies
Come around these ways, we ain't showin' no sympathy (Bo, bo, bo)
Put it on replay if you feelin' my energy (Put it on replay if you feelin' my energy, oh)
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Strange Love
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Perfect Imperfections
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Mind Gone
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Questions
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Why, oh, oh, oh, why
Do you love me? (Do you love me?) Do you need me? (Hey, need)
It's fourth quarter, why the f*ck we playin' defense (why the f*ck we playin' defense)
Okay, do you trust me? (Do you trust me?) Do you mean it? (Do you mean it?)
Baby, where your heart at? Have you seen it? (Have you seen it?)
Know I tend to fall back with my feelings (with my feelings)
But you don't even call back, you so- (you don't even call back)
Said you don't even call back, you so evil (you so evil)
And you ridin' 'round, doin' shows like you famous (like you famous)
You don't have to show your hand, I don't need that (I don't need it)
Now who told your people that we- (who told your people?)
Baby, you told your people that we made it (told your people)
In the coupe, though, it feels like you dangerous
In the coupe, though, it feels like a stylist (stylist)
If you don't want love, just be honest (just be honest)
Lil' mama, I could, just be honest (just be honest)
But, girl, I got some questions for you (oh)
Do you love me? (Do you love me?) Do you need me? (Hey, need)
It's fourth quarter, why the f*ck we playin' defense (why the f*ck we playin' defense)
Okay, do you trust me? (Do you trust me?) Do you mean it? (Do you mean it?)
Baby, where your heart at? Have you seen it? (Have you seen it?)
Know I tend to fall back with my feelings (with my feelings)
But you don't even call back, you so- (you don't even call back)
Said you don't even call back, you so evil (you so evil)
And you ridin' 'round, doin' shows like you famous (doin' shows like you famous)
Now who told your people that we- (who told your people?)
Baby, you told your people that we made it
Baby, you told your people that we made it
Why, oh, oh, oh, why
Do you love me? (Do you love me?) Do you need me? (Hey, need)
It's fourth quarter, why the f*ck we playin' defense (why the f*ck we playin' defense)
Okay, do you trust me? (Do you trust me?) Do you mean it? (Do you mean it?)
Baby, where your heart at? Have you seen it? (Have you seen it?)
Know I tend to fall back with my feelings (with my feelings)
But you don't even call back, you so- (you don't even call back)
Said you don't even call back, you so evil (you so evil)
And you ridin' 'round, doin' shows like you famous (like you famous)
You don't have to show your hand, I don't need that (I don't need it)
Now who told your people that we- (who told your people?)
Baby, you told your people that we made it (told your people)
In the coupe, though, it feels like you dangerous
In the coupe, though, it feels like a stylist (stylist)
If you don't want love, just be honest (just be honest)
Lil' mama, I could, just be honest (just be honest)
But, girl, I got some questions for you (oh)
Do you love me? (Do you love me?) Do you need me? (Hey, need)
It's fourth quarter, why the f*ck we playin' defense (why the f*ck we playin' defense)
Okay, do you trust me? (Do you trust me?) Do you mean it? (Do you mean it?)
Baby, where your heart at? Have you seen it? (Have you seen it?)
Know I tend to fall back with my feelings (with my feelings)
But you don't even call back, you so- (you don't even call back)
Said you don't even call back, you so evil (you so evil)
And you ridin' 'round, doin' shows like you famous (doin' shows like you famous)
Now who told your people that we- (who told your people?)
Baby, you told your people that we made it
Baby, you told your people that we made it
Writer: Wisdom Oluola
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My Problems
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Kinfolk
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You Got It
All the words I said were wrong
They don't mean nothing to you
All we had to do was touch (ayy, pull up, Lam)
And there's no nothing better
What the hell are beds for, man?
They go waiting for you
Waste away, don't find the time
It's all by your side
Okay
Girl you got it
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada, baby, don't you got it
Never been the type to argue with you, bitch, you got it
Don't know why this other hoes, bitch, but you got it (I know)
Yeah, you got it
Like you badder with your lashes, it ain't your body
I don't need flight, no fight, it's either, shit your body
F*cked you from the back, you look at me and said you got it, I know (you got it, I know)
Yeah, I got it
Don't know how you even speak, don't cheat, you know I got it, I know
And you know I'm the type to throw this shit, without no problems
They say broke hoes be the loudest hoes, but you quiet, I know
I mean you got it (too long, yeah, and I hope that)
Mean you got it (too long, yeah)
All the words I said were wrong
They don't mean nothing to you
All we had to do was touch
And there's no nothing better
What the hell are beds for, man?
They go waiting for you
Waste away, don't find the time
It's all by your side
Girl you got it
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada, baby, don't you got it
Never been the type to argue with you, bitch, you got it
Don't know why this other hoes, bitch, but you got it (I know)
Yeah, you got it
Like you badder with your lashes, it ain't your body
I don't need flight, no fight, it's either, shit your body
F*cked you from the back, you look at me and said you got it, I know (yeah, I got it)
They don't mean nothing to you
All we had to do was touch (ayy, pull up, Lam)
And there's no nothing better
What the hell are beds for, man?
They go waiting for you
Waste away, don't find the time
It's all by your side
Okay
Girl you got it
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada, baby, don't you got it
Never been the type to argue with you, bitch, you got it
Don't know why this other hoes, bitch, but you got it (I know)
Yeah, you got it
Like you badder with your lashes, it ain't your body
I don't need flight, no fight, it's either, shit your body
F*cked you from the back, you look at me and said you got it, I know (you got it, I know)
Yeah, I got it
Don't know how you even speak, don't cheat, you know I got it, I know
And you know I'm the type to throw this shit, without no problems
They say broke hoes be the loudest hoes, but you quiet, I know
I mean you got it (too long, yeah, and I hope that)
Mean you got it (too long, yeah)
All the words I said were wrong
They don't mean nothing to you
All we had to do was touch
And there's no nothing better
What the hell are beds for, man?
They go waiting for you
Waste away, don't find the time
It's all by your side
Girl you got it
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Prada, baby, don't you got it
Never been the type to argue with you, bitch, you got it
Don't know why this other hoes, bitch, but you got it (I know)
Yeah, you got it
Like you badder with your lashes, it ain't your body
I don't need flight, no fight, it's either, shit your body
F*cked you from the back, you look at me and said you got it, I know (yeah, I got it)
Writer: Wisdom Oluola
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Demons
[ Featuring Kidd G ]
I'm dancin' with the demons in my head
Lonely when you're sleepin' in my bed
Why try when I know that you might cry?
Singin' sad songs, starin' at the night sky
I'll crash this car and watch it burn
Lovin' you is nothin' but a lesson learned
Watch it go up in flames while you're screamin' my name
You think that I'm just insane
You hate me and I hate you too
You should see the hell that you put me through
Bottle on a shelf, you've been numb, numb with somebody else (oh)
I still be thinkin' of you
I can make any whore scream, but I like hearin' it from you
Everybody sellin' dreams, but they won't sell it like you
You know, all these hoes be birds, but you just like a peacock (yeah, yeah)
Kinney, love to peek on (yeah, yeah)
I'm on her since knee high (yeah, yeah)
Me and her just go way back, uh
My ex wanna just dashed dashed, let me hold the Maybach (yeah, yeah)
Pull up clean like Ajax (yeah, yeah)
But my ex-bitch hate that (yeah, yeah), but we still flash regardless
You know I'm an artist, come out strange, I'll act retarded, huh
Plus I'm not the smartest, without the gang, I'll crash a party (yeah)
Hmm, go out like McKinney, huh, give you a pop drop
Too much like my daddy, huh, I'm so f*ckin' honest, huh (yeah)
Need a bitch like mommy, huh, pardon, I meant female (yeah)
Lil' bitch slide around with dicks, she think she a shemale
Uh, tellin' me that you gon' block, she go and hit your email (yeah, yeah)
Huh, I been f*ckin' 'round with demons like my name is He-Man
I'm dancin' with the demons in my head
Lonely when you're sleepin' in my bed
Why try when I know that you might cry?
Singin' sad songs, starin' at the night sky
Writer: Wisdom Mikeal Oluola, Jonathan Gabriel Horne
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Dreamcatcher
Ayy, bro, it ain't hard to fail
Chasin' dreams like they ain't- (mm, mm)
Huh
Still chasin' dreams like they ain't far as hell
F*ck what he seen, know it ain't hard to fell
If anythin', it's hard to fail
You lose yourself, you find who really here
Lost myself to find myself but then again, I guess who really cares?
Screamin' "F*ck a Rollie," I heard time will tell
Feel like they hoein', label holdin', you ask me, that shit ain't none' but fail
I can't get cozy 'til I get a mill'
This life get lonely when shit gettin' real
And Lord knows, shit been gettin' real
Keep it on me, it don't leave my hip
I'm never phony, niggas foldin' out this bitch
That shit there give me chills
And I ain't on yet, let's keep it real
But all my hoes bad and all my money good
And I ain't poppin' no tags
Know you could if you would
Ten times two, I don't sent it on my Cashapp
I see it's blue so we pull up in the Redeye
She's old news, I don't fiend for the fed up
Okay the V cold, when I get paid and we sped out
And I been lost my mind
You wonder where my head at
And I don't got no time
I'm sorry, I can't stay
Just know I'm still-
I'm-
Still chasin' dreams like they ain't far as hell
F*ck what he seen, know it ain't hard to fell
If anything, it's hard to fail
You lose yourself, you find who really here
Lost myself to find myself but then again, I guess who really cares?
Screamin' "F*ck a Rollie," I heard time will tell
Feel like they hoein', label holdin', you ask me, that shit ain't none' but fail
I can't get cozy 'til I get a mill'
This life get lonely when shit gettin' real
And Lord knows, shit been gettin' real
Lord knows, shit been gettin' real (mm)
It's been gettin' real
Chasin' dreams like they ain't- (mm, mm)
Huh
Still chasin' dreams like they ain't far as hell
F*ck what he seen, know it ain't hard to fell
If anythin', it's hard to fail
You lose yourself, you find who really here
Lost myself to find myself but then again, I guess who really cares?
Screamin' "F*ck a Rollie," I heard time will tell
Feel like they hoein', label holdin', you ask me, that shit ain't none' but fail
I can't get cozy 'til I get a mill'
This life get lonely when shit gettin' real
And Lord knows, shit been gettin' real
Keep it on me, it don't leave my hip
I'm never phony, niggas foldin' out this bitch
That shit there give me chills
And I ain't on yet, let's keep it real
But all my hoes bad and all my money good
And I ain't poppin' no tags
Know you could if you would
Ten times two, I don't sent it on my Cashapp
I see it's blue so we pull up in the Redeye
She's old news, I don't fiend for the fed up
Okay the V cold, when I get paid and we sped out
And I been lost my mind
You wonder where my head at
And I don't got no time
I'm sorry, I can't stay
Just know I'm still-
I'm-
Still chasin' dreams like they ain't far as hell
F*ck what he seen, know it ain't hard to fell
If anything, it's hard to fail
You lose yourself, you find who really here
Lost myself to find myself but then again, I guess who really cares?
Screamin' "F*ck a Rollie," I heard time will tell
Feel like they hoein', label holdin', you ask me, that shit ain't none' but fail
I can't get cozy 'til I get a mill'
This life get lonely when shit gettin' real
And Lord knows, shit been gettin' real
Lord knows, shit been gettin' real (mm)
It's been gettin' real
Writer: Wisdom Oluola
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Frontline (Remix)
[Hurricane Wisdom]
(Tuned up)
This on everybody (Everybody)
Ayy (Everybody)
Oh
[Hurricane Wisdom]
This on everybody (Everybody)
Tell me why they ain't outside, boy, he scared probably (Woah, scared probably)
And I be thinkin' 'bout when I die, be shittin' on everybody (On everybody)
'Til then, f*ck everybody (F*ck everybody), tell 'em I want every problem (Want every problem)
Ayy (Nigga), she better stay, what you here for?
When you touchin' rеal money, here comе all of your kinfolk (Woah)
And I'm frontline, frontline, boy, I promise I'm here for you
You know anything you need, you can call on me (Woah)
[NoCap]
What's gon' happen if I leave and I fall too deep?
I'm in a casket in they suite, put it all on me
Devil's creepin' in my dream with too much on my mind
I get to thinkin' that these demons really love me sometimes
Livin' in my problems, got codeine all in my sofa
Homie was my shotta, money turned him to a cobra
Really, I just met her, I'ma f*ck her like I know her, uh-uh
This shit got sour, I take a shower with my lemon squeeze
Since he a simp, we send a ho and show no sympathy
Ride for eternal, 'til we burn him, we ain't satisfied
Tell the truth, I'm blinded, at the same time, I might've lied
All these Jacksons, if she ask about her feelings
Know they took the stand, how you court-side with him?
Ain't pressin' 'bout no pussy, baby, I'm the one
Paid her and I told her keep her panties on
[Hurricane Wisdom]
This on everybody (Everybody)
Tell me why they ain't outside, boy, he scared probably (Woah, scared)
And I be thinkin' 'bout when I die, be shittin' on everybody (On everybody)
'Til then, f*ck everybody (F*ck everybody), tell 'em I want every problem (Want every problem)
Ayy (Nigga), she better stay, what you here for?
When you touchin' real money, here come all of your kinfolk (Woah)
And I'm frontline, frontline, boy, I promise I'm here for you
You know anything you need, you can call on me
[Hurricane Wisdom]
My problem, I give my heart if you need it (Right)
Don't see nada (No), real niggas always seem to see it. (Ayy)
Bro keep quiet (Oh), whole time, he was fightin' demons
Ayy, huh, talkin' 'bout he can't get no sleep, he been pure codeinin' (Ayy, yeah)
He been up for weeks, say you got the drugs, you need it (Yeah, yeah)
It ain't no help, I'm sittin' here like I ain't have no money (Woah)
It ain't no help, I'm sittin' up here like I ain't got no friends (Ayy, friends)
Ayy, huh, brand-new Gens, brand-new blam, I've been rollin' slim (Yeah, yeah)
It's safe to say I don't be outside (I don't be outside)
When I am, they be like, "'Bout time," this the only thing that I know
Came city to city, f*ck a south side (South)
I know my granny think I'm worldwide, know that I ain't worldwide (No)
But truth be told, I got the world wide (World wide)
We push up black-to-black trucks to shows, mama, I don't drive
Is you 'bout yours? 'Cause I'm 'bout mine (I'm 'bout mine)
And y'all know what I'm on, just know this on everybody (This on everybody, nigga)
[Hurricane Wisdom]
This on everybody (Everybody)
Tell me why they ain't outside, boy, he scared probably (Woah, scared probably)
And I be thinkin' 'bout when I die, be shittin' on everybody (On everybody)
'Til then, f*ck everybody (F*ck everybody), tell 'em I want every problem (Want every problem)
Ayy, she better stay, what you here for? (Forever)
When you touchin' real money, here come all of your kinfolk
And I'm frontline, frontline, boy, I promise I'm here for you
You know anything you need, you can call on me
(Tuned up)
This on everybody (Everybody)
Ayy (Everybody)
Oh
[Hurricane Wisdom]
This on everybody (Everybody)
Tell me why they ain't outside, boy, he scared probably (Woah, scared probably)
And I be thinkin' 'bout when I die, be shittin' on everybody (On everybody)
'Til then, f*ck everybody (F*ck everybody), tell 'em I want every problem (Want every problem)
Ayy (Nigga), she better stay, what you here for?
When you touchin' rеal money, here comе all of your kinfolk (Woah)
And I'm frontline, frontline, boy, I promise I'm here for you
You know anything you need, you can call on me (Woah)
[NoCap]
What's gon' happen if I leave and I fall too deep?
I'm in a casket in they suite, put it all on me
Devil's creepin' in my dream with too much on my mind
I get to thinkin' that these demons really love me sometimes
Livin' in my problems, got codeine all in my sofa
Homie was my shotta, money turned him to a cobra
Really, I just met her, I'ma f*ck her like I know her, uh-uh
This shit got sour, I take a shower with my lemon squeeze
Since he a simp, we send a ho and show no sympathy
Ride for eternal, 'til we burn him, we ain't satisfied
Tell the truth, I'm blinded, at the same time, I might've lied
All these Jacksons, if she ask about her feelings
Know they took the stand, how you court-side with him?
Ain't pressin' 'bout no pussy, baby, I'm the one
Paid her and I told her keep her panties on
[Hurricane Wisdom]
This on everybody (Everybody)
Tell me why they ain't outside, boy, he scared probably (Woah, scared)
And I be thinkin' 'bout when I die, be shittin' on everybody (On everybody)
'Til then, f*ck everybody (F*ck everybody), tell 'em I want every problem (Want every problem)
Ayy (Nigga), she better stay, what you here for?
When you touchin' real money, here come all of your kinfolk (Woah)
And I'm frontline, frontline, boy, I promise I'm here for you
You know anything you need, you can call on me
[Hurricane Wisdom]
My problem, I give my heart if you need it (Right)
Don't see nada (No), real niggas always seem to see it. (Ayy)
Bro keep quiet (Oh), whole time, he was fightin' demons
Ayy, huh, talkin' 'bout he can't get no sleep, he been pure codeinin' (Ayy, yeah)
He been up for weeks, say you got the drugs, you need it (Yeah, yeah)
It ain't no help, I'm sittin' here like I ain't have no money (Woah)
It ain't no help, I'm sittin' up here like I ain't got no friends (Ayy, friends)
Ayy, huh, brand-new Gens, brand-new blam, I've been rollin' slim (Yeah, yeah)
It's safe to say I don't be outside (I don't be outside)
When I am, they be like, "'Bout time," this the only thing that I know
Came city to city, f*ck a south side (South)
I know my granny think I'm worldwide, know that I ain't worldwide (No)
But truth be told, I got the world wide (World wide)
We push up black-to-black trucks to shows, mama, I don't drive
Is you 'bout yours? 'Cause I'm 'bout mine (I'm 'bout mine)
And y'all know what I'm on, just know this on everybody (This on everybody, nigga)
[Hurricane Wisdom]
This on everybody (Everybody)
Tell me why they ain't outside, boy, he scared probably (Woah, scared probably)
And I be thinkin' 'bout when I die, be shittin' on everybody (On everybody)
'Til then, f*ck everybody (F*ck everybody), tell 'em I want every problem (Want every problem)
Ayy, she better stay, what you here for? (Forever)
When you touchin' real money, here come all of your kinfolk
And I'm frontline, frontline, boy, I promise I'm here for you
You know anything you need, you can call on me
Writer: Wisdom Oluola, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
