Lil Tjay - Destined 2 Win Album Lyrics

Destined 2 Win
Born 2 Be Great
What You Wanna Do
Hood Rich
Oh Well
Headshot
Gang Gang
Go Crazy
Irregular Love
Move
Slow Down
Love Hurts
Run It Up
Part of the Plan
No Cap
Life Changed
Nuf Said
Losses
Move On
None Of Your Love

Destined 2 Win

Who gets your love (uh) when I'm gone (uh, uh)
When I've said my last goodbye (we destined for a win, baby)
Who gets your love? (Uh, uh, uh)
Straight out the trenches (who gets your love when I'm gone?) (Uh, uh, uh)
If you know, you know, no cap (who gets your love?)
(Othello on the beat)
Sayin' (who you know, stayed out he mud?)
Any means I'm destined to win (pullin' up two Rolls trucks)
I'll do that shit over again (four big bodies, back to back)
Twenty-four, won't stop goin' in (bust down, fifties on everybody)
I'm destined to win, destined to win (no cap, uh)

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Writer: Brian Potter, Dennis Earle Lambert, Othello Yeanue Kwaidah, Tione Jayden Merritt, Will Everrett Jetter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Born 2 Be Great

Mm, mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm
(Bordeaux and Non Native)
Mm, mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm

Sometimes it feel like niggas you love the most be the one that bring you down
Just speakin' from experience, 'cause I done been around
I remember shit was smooth, we was dreamin' cap and gowns
The older niggas preached to us the shit that we see now
Some of your friends gon' die, some of your friends gon' live
Some of 'em go to jail for all the shit they did
Every year they solid, every year they straight
I was always solid, solid all the way, uh
The way this shit at stake, you couldn't wait your turn
Studied my position, really had to sit and learn
Reel up all my money, better pay me like Big Worm
Still, I'm cleanin' money like a nigga 'fraid of germs
Drippin', I'm the flyest, you could never call me sherm
This Louis V on me cost me like nothin', I could burn
Life is so funny, like every day I see it turn
Misunderstood, don't understand, you could learn

I was born to be great
And I won't let nobody tell me I ain't
And I can't stop, won't stop
And I, I

You need to be done, done, done, done
And think somethin' over
You just need to chill and focus
Try to get your life in motion
Don't think that I need to
Gave you your position, you just gotta see it through
Tried to help some niggas, they ain't want it, it was cool
Now they try to tell me that I'm actin' brand new
I was on my dick in the pit, goin' through all types of shit
So, my mama always told me "This the only life you get"
Havin' fun, goin' dumb, 'cause we started off with nothin'
That's when we was tryna catch an opp and put two in his bun
Try to run, are you dumb? It's a beam on every gun
Witnesses is dyin', man, I seen that when we come
I done seen a lot of niggas fold
Seen a lot of niggas change, niggas bold
Growin' up, I'm gettin' old, start settin' goals
Tryna make more money off my businesses and shows
And everybody gon' hate, I'm great, I know
Everybody can hate, I'm great, I know
And I'm just gettin' wiser as you see the time go
I'm just gettin' wiser as you see the time go
And everybody can hate, I'm great, I know
Everybody can hate, I'm great, I know

I was born to be great
I won't let nobody tell me I ain't
I can't stop, won't stop
I, whoa, whoa

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Writer: Allen Ritter, Aubrey Drake Graham, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Monte S. Moir, Richard Stephenson, Robyn R. Fenty, Rupert Thomas Jr., Tione Jayden Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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What You Wanna Do

(Aria made this)
Ooh, ooh
(JabariOnTheBeat)

Baby, I don't wanna play these games
Fill me in why you been actin' so brand new
Baby, I don't wanna play these games
Losin' focus, I been stressin' over you
Guess you gotta live your life
We still young, wanna kick it, that's cool
But you just gotta let me know
Girl, what you really wanna do? (Wanna do)
Girl, what you really wanna do?
Baby girl, what you really wanna do?
Girl, what you really wanna do? Oh
What you really wanna do?

I'm tired of playin' these games, I'm tryna get it right
Someone told me true love bring a better life
But f*ck the hype, I know you the one I like so
Get out your feelings, 'cause I ain't playin' with you, nah
I will move on, love your energy, your vibe, but you move wrong
I been tryna tell you 'bout this too long
You won't understand until your dude gone
I don't ever get that shit you on
Grippin' on this love shit too strong
You gon' feel a way when I groove on
Cali' vibes, flexin' with my new jawn
Yeah, yeah, this love shit, it hurt bad
You got me f*cked up, so sad
And I'm just tellin' you like, "Damn, I can take it as a man"
Can you help me understand?

Baby, I don't wanna play these games
Fill me in why you been actin' so brand new
Baby, I don't wanna play these games
Losin' focus, I been stressin' over you
Guess you gotta live your life
We still young, wanna kick it, that's cool
But you just gotta let me know
Girl, what you really wanna do? (Wanna do)
Girl, what you really wanna do?
Baby girl, what you really wanna do?
Girl, what you really wanna do? Oh
What you really wanna do?

Girl, you told me that you fooled me, how I know?
Almost labeled you my shawty, here I go
Really thought I found a ticket, no lotto
Swear it ain't too late to fix it, if you swallow your pride
'Member when I met you, you ain't have the same vibe
You been movin' funny on me, girl, it ain't right
I tried, I tried, feel like I been wastin' my time, my time
Come outside, hop in the ride, let's take a drive
You been holdin' too much inside, just let it fly
I be still tryna understand you, girl
Only girl I look at in this whole wide world
Let's take it easy
When shit get messy, it ain't pretty, girl, believe me
You say you want me, better show me that you need me
And you can't see the bigger picture 'cause you greedy

Baby, I don't wanna play these games
Fill me in why you been actin' so brand new
Baby, I don't wanna play these games
Losin' focus, I been stressin' over you
Guess you gotta live your life
We still young, wanna kick it, that's cool
But you just gotta let me know
Girl, what you really wanna do? (Wanna do)
Girl, what you really wanna do?
Baby girl, what you really wanna do?
Girl, what you really wanna do? Oh
What you really wanna do?

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Writer: Aria Izadpanah, Jabari Nkosi Voss, Jonoi Ranjay McCoulsky, Lawrence Sheldon, Mitchell Onton, Rojay Laboissiere, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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Hood Rich

Go (brr)
Can't come (gang, gang, gang)
Just gotta keep Bent'
(Jay Bunkin)
Uh (grr, grr)
(Yo, you heard? Turn my voice up a lil' bit)
Uh, uh

Lot of new chops, told my shooters go dumb
Grew up a block, you ain't from then don't come
Mama always told me, "Fight back, don't run"
She won't never try to have a pussy ass son
I was in the fields since a young ass age
Smart nigga, always had some decent lil' grades
Actin' up, never used to know how to behave
But always had a dream that I grow up and get paid
Pray to God time go by, shit change
Really used to jugg, I'm in the stu', I switched lanes
Still be with them shooters everyday that put in pain
Remember lockdown, poppin' bottles, gettin' straight
The shit I been through as a youngin' wasn't no game
I know I'm goin' up, but still humble I remain
A lot of shit I did as a youngin, I'm to blame
But I just feel the energy this way and go insane
I be spittin' from the heart off the top, like it's easy
Just was on the block, how I pop, guess they need me
I be spittin' fire every drop, it's a PD
Still ride with chops for the opps, f*ck the PD
Debbies got me wasted, I just dropped with Weezy
I just wished that Nine was here to believe me
Baddies on my weewee, bitches that's on TV
You ain't never turn a blue check to a skeezee
I can't wife an E-E, I need me a good bitch
Someone on my level, I ain't fienin' for no hood bitch
Two years in this industry, I still be on my hood shit
But now I know there's more to livin' life than bein' hood rich
I need me a Bentley, free that nigga Gilly
Opps straight bitch, niggas thinkin' that they drilly
Lil' nigga silly, pop 'em like a wheelie
Skate off on the scene on foot like it's hilly

I wanna be great and accomplish something 'fore I go
But they don't wanna see me accomplish something, boy, I know

I just wanna be somethin' fore I leave here
I can't sit and watch my people, they need care
Growing from the block, I done had a steep year
Headed to the top, but the hunger deep there (no, no)
Long way from the day a nigga started this
True 2 Myself was like a starter kit
And I'm only nineteen, not so many work as hard as this
I'm just tryna go as far as it is, that's the whole reason why I live
I got some shit to prove, them niggas runnin' up they gyms
At eighteen, young nigga, bought my mom a crib
I been knew this would happen, crazy this the way it is
I was destined, destined to succeed
Remember bein' locked down, treated like a peasant next to fleas
I can't f*ck with rats, they got disease
I know I could achieve anything I want if I believe
Anywhere I go, I know I'm good, flyin' through the hood
And I keep that wish-a-nigga-would
Youngin', I was so misunderstood
But new times came, I pray to God I made it out for good

And accomplish something
And accomplish something

I just wanna be great and accomplish something 'fore I go
But they don't wanna see me accomplish something, boy, I know

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Writer: Tione Merritt, Jay Bunkin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Oh Well

(Jay Bunkin)

I catch a lick then I head outta town, if I wanna be low, I'm unreachable
Bro catch a hit when we goin', it's missin' forever, the shit is unspeakable
This shit be taught, I ain't teachin' you
Niggas ain't solid, I swear this shit preachable
Boy, ain't no hidin', we seekin' you
Pull right up on you, we see you like peekaboo
I don't ever fear no man, I'll do exactly what he could do
Just crashed that Porsche but that shit ain't 'bout nothin'
I'm still on the highway, I'm speedin' through
For Christmas, I'm coppin' the vehicle
If you want static, just keep that shit me and you
Talk Smelly, that shit RIP-able
Don't want a hammer, young niggas come peewee you
And I got the gang with me now, tonight is a movie
I'm sippin' on Henny, it's blunts in the air, I'm tight, feelin' woozy
And shawty, she taped like a fan, she fake tried to scoop me
I'm rockin' designer, you see what he wearin', he drivin' a hoopty
Money comin' in, I'm loopy, in the spot with the D'usse
Brokest tried to hit a dance but a nigga can't, got 'em lookin' bougie
Glizzy, got it in my pants, I don't give a damn, let a nigga poof me
Sour high where the roof be, three-car garage, where the coupe be
Gotta sit up on my own, big crib, mad rooms, different zone
Just talked to brodie on the phone, he said he soon comin' home
Remember sittin' in the cold side, it was dark, I was all alone
Now I'm sittin' on the whole world, I've been workin' hard, puttin' on

Oh well, oh well (grrr)
Oh well, oh well (gang stupid)
Oh well, oh well (well)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Shit, shit, shit, shit
Shit, I'ma get in my bag
Big rocks and they VVS, I know niggas just watch and they mad
Niggas, they watch and they sad
I had to dash, two hunnid, got it in cash the other day
I put that shit in the safe, use it to pay, might cop an AP today
I put the jewels up, clean wrist, got a double watch
I used to juug all day, remember trappin', I love the block
You say you my homie, don't care if you gang and that mean you don't f*ck with opps
My youngins out buggin', they bussin' chops
R.I.P. to your homie but nothin' stops
Shit gon' keep goin' and goin', swear it's no change
Youngins chillin' on the block with a Glock, shit real, it ain't no games
No fear, let the chains swing, you were right, ain't know the gang-gang
From a block where they bang-bang
From a block where they bang-bang
Money comin', get it fast, put it in the stash, budget how I maintain
Feel like coppin' out a Range, Range, Escalade, that's a gang thing
Flooded out, not a Plain Jane
Five cases from the stain game
Came a long, long way, long, long way, I just let the pain sing
It's my time, I'm ownin' it now (now)
And sure, I been shuttin' down (down)
Been drippin' so much I might drown (drown)
I been whippin' and runnin' the town
I'm sorry, can't f*ck with no clown
Oh, niggas be playin' around
'Cause I gotta get me a bag, oh, niggas just sit down and frown

Oh well, oh well (grrr)
Oh well, oh well (gang stupid)
Oh well, oh well (well)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, boom, boom)

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Writer: Tione Merritt, Jay Bunkin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Headshot

Pipe that shit up, TnT
Tahj Money
Dmac on the f*cking track
Bordeaux and Non Native

I'm the one tried to make a way when we was strugglin'
I remember rain, sleet or snow, I was hustlin'
Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government
Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga I ain't tusslin'
Catfish, he don't really know who he f*ckin' with
Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it
Had the undertaker at your tombstone shovelin'
Hell yeah, hollows 'bout to chew 'em like some Doublemint
Made it out the field with some niggas I was thuggin' with
We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin'
I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it
Tryna make a flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan
Old bitch is trippin', cut her off like a Backwood
Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood
Killers anonymous, black mask and black hoods
Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good

I feel like the man of the hour (I do)
This gun on me (gun on me), I'm demandin' the power
He never talk to my face (nah), your man is a coward (ayy, uh, uh)
Go looking for him every hour, uh
I remember nights in the tower (I do)
She suckin' my dick out the shower
Tell her be quiet, she told me f*ck her even louder (ayy, ayy, uh)
Paid now (paid now), feet up (feet up)
All of your sneakers is beat up (they are)
Percocet (Percocet), geek up (geek up)
We see the police and we speed up
Uh, yeah, look, they try to catch us and link us (they tryna catch us and link us)
Uh, yeah, they tryna find us (they tryna find us) but they don't know where to meet us
She wanna chill with me and all my niggas (she do)
She get extra freaky off the liquor, uh
She told us that she got a man
So we extra sneaky when I'm with her
She a lil' bad broad (huh)
She wanna go mad far
Fivio Foreign in a fast car
I'm in a fast car, uh

Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same
Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain
Tryna go out like a vet in the game
Put respect on my name
No security, I flex with gang
I'm a real one
Reminiscin' about all my decisions
Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field dumb
Couple niggas disrespected, we done killed them
Keep a shooter, they don't see he my lil' one
30 shots, we ain't into using lil' guns
Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son
Rap beef, f*ck the cap, I'ma drill some
Put the glizzy to your melon make you feel dumb
Headshot, all black he don't feel nothin'
Couple hollows to his back, we done filled 'em
Headshot, or a life long sentence
What you need for them to label you a real one

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Writer: Aiden Emerson Crane, Brendan Walsh, David McDowell, Jon Lazri, Luis Campozano, Maxie Ryles, Tahj Vaughn, Taurus Bartlett, Thomas Horton, Tione Dalyan Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Gang Gang

Brr, bop, bop, bop, bop
(L Beats)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang, uh
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang

Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad (brr, go)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (bop, bop, bop)
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (go)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang

Only my brothers, that's word on my mother
You run up, you get more than f*cked up
A nigga survive us, he lucked up
Too many problems, we greasy, don't trust us
And I keep me a burner on my side
Think I'm pussy, you end up like puff puff
Had to keep me a burner on my side
I done been through enough, I got tough luck
I got too many stuck in the cages
Dead or in jail while I'm flippin' these pages
I'm tryna f*ck up these stages, f*ck up the playlist
We dreamed about this for ages
F*ck all the hate, shit contagious
Niggas still don't care, tired of them agents
See a opp though, I'm clickin' and wavin'
F*ck 'bout a station, we do no fakin'
On my mind be so much, I be patient
Bentley drop, we gon' spin through no racin'
See the drop, that's for every occasion
Find me a opp, then I roll up, get blazin'
Niggas don't really know what we go through
Did what I'm 'posed to
It was me and Izzy, Josh
It was like a bomb shootin' up the Oval
Smokin' dummy, I'm rollin' up dead niggas
Benihana, I be feelin' like Goku
Hope you know your BM gettin' slapped out
Come here, bitch, let me see what that throat do
Yeah, I'm rich, but I still play the field with it
Made it out 'cause I'm hopeful
Really demons I done spoke to
I got broski armed but I tote, too

Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad (brr, go)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (go)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang

Stuck in a dream, I fell in love with codeine
Feel like it keep me on go
I catch a opp, I'ma blow
Built like a pro
Truly, I do it for bro
I gotta keep a Glock in my pants
Just like I keep them knots in my pants
Feel like the biggest opps on 'em glance
F*ck around, you get shot for your stance
My money keep gettin' longer and longer
Shoppin' might just drop your advance
Pull up, hoppin' out the Bentley truck
Bitches see me flexin', now they droppin' they pants
Money keep comin', I'm rich
F*ck it, I'm up
Don't try to copy my dance
Made it out shit, I had plans
Ain't no Peter Pan, but this shit feel like Neverlands
Only the squad
So you know that mean only the gang
See a opp, I'ma back out a flame
If you f*ck with 'em niggas, then f*ck what you claim
You won't get murdered, you think I'ma stain
How we got aim, never been to the range?
I catch a opp, I'ma knock off his brains
Boy, how you a 'ooter? You put in no pain
Beneficial, this shit pumpin' my veins
Spin the opp blocks
I was tryna make a opp drop
'Member all the shooters that we had
Big .40, killin' shit on pop, pop
Left my Neimans to my main bitch
I don't pass her around, 'cause she ain't no thot-thot
And for brody we turn into shottas
They gon' learn when they feel on that block, oh-ooh

Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)
Only the squad
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)
Only the squad (ooh)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)
Only the squad (brr, go)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (bop, bop, bop)
Only the squad (ooh, ooh)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)
Only the squad (ooh, ooh)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (go)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (go)

Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)
Only the gang, gang, gang, gang (ooh, ooh)

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Writer: Lester D. Williams Jr., Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
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Go Crazy

Ooh-oh, ooh
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh
(Shoutout 808 Melo)

Only nineteen, they expectin' me to change shit
Started chasin' dreams, in a year I was famous
Youngin' on a billboard, came a long way from the gang shit
Now they must look at me like I speak another language
I be goin' off, off the top for my city in a lot
Took my shot, look, this is what I got
I couldn't wait, I guess some of us can relate
I wouldn't hate if I saw someone doin' great
I actually did, it motivated me and look at me here
Started dumpin' from the top of the year
All of a sudden bitches stop and they stare, when I walk from there
They ain't believe in me, I didn't care, I can shit now
Told them haters on my body, put my dick down
'Cause everything I breathe is a hit now
It's my own flow, I'm in my mojo, in my DM, tryna chat you up
I can talk hot, 'cause I'm on go, even when I'm solo
Nigga know keep it on me dolo, don't go runnin' to the popo
I been knew I would pass you, you should just have to be my lil' bro, bro
Truthfully I had to admit I'm on the low-low
And the money on oh, no
Oh-no, oh-no, oh-no, oh-no, oh-no, oh-no

Money in my jeans, I done flexed up
I be feeling like the best of 2021 that's my best of
'Cause blue cheese I can't get enough
Niggas ain't believe when I was next up
I was never a finesser, had to go and get my own shit
I was always a progressor

Time-time, time to go crazy
Come right here girl, whine for me, baby
Normally a nigga don't whine, but you make me
Wanna get behind and dutty whine, pretty lady
Oh-ayy, two times, go crazy, wanna see it clap (ooh, baby)
Oh-ayy, two times, go crazy
I just wanna see you whine, pretty lady

My life so crazy
Came from nothing, you don't wanna know what they pay me
My life so crazy
Swear the goal is to be richer than Jay-Z, I can't stop now
I remember dreamin' foreigns with the top down
Now my life is a movie, I'm in my spot now
Tryna hit the top now, swear I will not stop now
Don't try, don't try, you'll get shot down

Money in my jeans, I done flexed up
I be feeling like the best of 2021 that's my best of
'Cause blue cheese I can't get enough
Niggas ain't believe when I was next up
I was never a finesser, had to go and get my own shit
I was always a progressor

Bang-bang, body on the ground
All I hang around is drillers, nobody don't play around
Talk on Smelly, we gon' slide, we emptyin' out the town
And I hit it one time, I'ma get another round
I'ma shoot, shoot 'til I'm done
I'm ready for them trenches, used to do this shit for fun
I'm a young OG, I can't leave without my gun
I'm a rich young nigga, they wan' be me, they my sons
I'm a king, GOAT, soon I'll be a legend
Swear I been knew I could do it, 'cause started at age of seven
I'm a GOAT, ain't got too much else to say
I still be reminiscin' all that time I put away
If you never show disloyalty, you with me here today
I can't have no f*ckups, I already find a way
Free all of them soldiers, I know Pookie on the way
Shoutout to them niggas out there solid all the way

Money in my jeans, I done flexed up
I be feeling like the best of 2021 that's my best of
'Cause blue cheese I can't get enough
Niggas ain't believe when I was next up
I was never a finesser, had to go and get my own shit
I was always a progressor

Time to go crazy
Come right here girl, whine for me, baby
Normally a nigga don't whine, but you make me
Wanna get behind and dutty whine, pretty lady
Oh-ayy, two times, go crazy, wanna see it clap (ooh, baby)
Oh-ayy, two times, go crazy
I just wanna see you whine, pretty lady

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Writer: Tione Merritt, Andre Michael Loblack, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Irregular Love

I ain't tryna vibe with you, baby girl
I ain't tryna tell you lies
You been showin' signs to me, baby girl
And I ain't tryna waste no time

I understand you want what you want bad
High class, 'cause you all that
Want a nigga who could ball out
But imagine if he fall back

Imagine I was dead dead broke, all the money and the fame wasn't there
Imagine if it all went left, tell me girl, would you still be here?
It's sad but we both know the truth, if this ain't real, baby, swear
Tired of guessin' and stressin' and questionin' love
I guess it's best I disappear

Won't judge
Why don't you just tell me what's up?
I don't think you know how to love
This shit ain't no regular love
Regular love, regular love

Something different 'bout you girl and I like that
You make my stomach curl I can't fight that
It's deeper than my girl 'cause you waste that
Can't nobody pipe that
I wanna know that if it go down, you go' still ride
I told you I just want that truth and girl you still lied
I kept my feelings in but don't think I ain't realize
'Cause my guys told me I should spin and I still tried (still tried)
I know you finna try to say I'm f*cked up
Girl, you don't realize you lucked up
Young nigga too real, got my bucks up
I think it was better, girl, for real when we just f*cked
And keep it honest, girl, for real can you feel that?
If you just wanna be a kill I could kneel back
And I can't waste no more time with you old girl
Love you but you toxic for my mind, this shit feel wack

Won't judge
Why don't you just tell me what's up?
I don't think you know how to love
This shit ain't no regular love
Regular love, regular love

(Over again, oh
I can't believe that we had to call it again, baby
You don't know me, and I don't know you)

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Writer: Brendan Walsh, Jamaal Jones, Joseph Adams, Luis Campozano, Omari Clarke, Tione Merritt
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Move

Mmm-mmm, mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm

She just want a check from a nigga, nothin' less from a nigga
You can't flex on a nigga like me
Bitch, I know the game, shit, this life I can't complain
Don't compare us to no lame, whole gang icy
And I be chillin', in my groove
D'Ussé got the night goin' smooth
And I ain't got nothin' to lose
Just tryna tell you I like the way you move

I like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move
Girl, a nigga like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move, move
Girl, I like the way you move, move, like the way you move, move
Girl, I like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move, move

Yeah, she just want a check from a nigga, nothin' less from a nigga like me (like me)
It's gon' take time, my nigga, come and mess with a nigga
Keep it real when I keep you icy (icy)
She ask if I'm rollin', I said "Bitch, I might be"
Superstar status, Glock under the white tee
Shawty sayin' "By me", you get in the right think
Baguettes on your chest make your whole body bling
Freak ting, said you like girls, bitch, I'm on the same thing
Ride me like a rollercoaster in the backseat (woo)
Sweatin' like a track meet, Tom Ford on your feet
Want it? All you gotta do is ask me

She just want a check from a nigga, nothin' less from a nigga
You can't flex on a nigga like me (like me)
Bitch, I know the game, shit, this life I can't complain
Don't compare us to no lame, whole gang icy (icy)
And I be chillin', in my groove
D'Ussé got the night goin' smooth
And I ain't got nothin' to lose
Just tryna tell you I like the way you move

I like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move
Girl, a nigga like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move, move
Girl, I like the way you move, move, like the way you move, move
Girl, I like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move, move

I just want the best dick, I'm lookin' for a check
I see you ain't never messed with a bitch like me
Like the way I'm move, daddy, you should play it cool
You don't wanna be that nigga f*ckin' up a good thing
Now-now shut me with a ring if I help you fight your demons
I'm lookin' for a nigga that could take me off the deep end
I'm wetter than a mermaid, splashin' with your semen
Stop trippin' off your ex, saw that bitch, she was decent
I got that baby mama coochie
We makin' love inside your hoopty
Baby, I'm your biggest groupie
No, you ain't dumb enough to lose me

She just want a check from a nigga, nothin' less from a nigga
You can't flex on a nigga like me (like me)
Bitch, I know the game, shit, this life I can't complain
Don't compare us to no lame, whole gang icy (icy)
And I be chillin', in my groove
D'Ussé got the night goin' smooth
And I ain't got nothin' to lose
Just tryna tell you I like the way you move

I like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move
Girl, a nigga like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move, move
Girl, I like the way you move, move, like the way you move, move
Girl, I like the way you move, move, move, move, move, move, move

Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm

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Writer: Cortez La Carr Harris, Diamonte Harper, Dorothy Runner, Joshua Isaih Parker, Michael Ray Nguyen Stevenson, Paul Poli, Samuel David Jimenez, Shaffer Smith, Stephane Reibaldi, Teedra Shenita Moses, Tione Jayden Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Slow Down

For me
Baby, you ain't got no good for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(That boy Cash)

Slow down
Try to get to know me, maybe put your phone down
Once we build a bond, I could give you four rounds
Like slow down (slow down)
Baby, slow down (slow down)
Like slow down (slow down)

Yeah, you pulled up on me like you know me, I was by my doley
Asked me for a picture, checked my Rollie and said "Okey dokey"
That fan love, I decide to give my fan a hug
She said she gon' post it when I really get my bands up
Name Miranda, with the body of a dancer
She was smoking hot, but not the type to give you cancer
Besides that, her shit fat with a six pack
Yeah, she threw it at me 'fore we even got to chit chat
Like ooh, girl, you might as well forget that
Said she got a man, I'm thinking he could have his bitch back
Future looking bright, and I ain't even 'bout to risk that
Shorty, you a dime, so fine, learn to take your time
Going in so fast, is potential going in the trash
I ain't even act, that shit make me wanna do the dash
I need a bitch to hold the grip when shit get lit
The type that I ain't got to worry when she kiss me on my lips

Like slow down
Try to get to know me, maybe put your phone down
Once we build a bond, I could give you four rounds
Like slow down (slow down)
Baby, slow down (slow down)
Like slow down (slow down)

Yeah, I mean its crazy 'cause I never tried to play you
You ain't never fall through, I was only tryna save you
And this 1942 got me stuck up in my ways
Had dreams and nightmares like we back up in the days
Figured you would hold it down, I was bound to beat the case
Bitch, you tryna sneak diss, I should punch you in your face
Made me call another bitch and tell her put you in your place
'Member everything was fine, 'member everything was great
And I peeped it in your eyes, you resembling a snake
How you link another nigga 'cause he said he got a eighth
You ain't wanna keep it real, you ain't figure it was safe
I just rap about my pain 'cause I know others could relate
But f*ck it, nah, bitch, you staying on this subject
You f*cking with a brokey, his pockets is on a budget
I got my money up and I'm poppin', these bitches love it
I got my money up and I'm poppin', these bitches love it

Slow down
Try to get to know me, maybe put your phone down
Once we build a bond, I could give you four rounds
Like slow down
Baby, slow down (slow down, slow down)
Slow down

Slow down
Let's slow down, baby, slow down
Slow down, slow down
Slow down, slow down
I know you ain't good for me, no good for me (I know)
I know you ain't good for me, no good for me (I know)
I know you no good for me, no good for me (I know)
I know you ain't good for me, no good for me
Yeah, yeah

Pulled up on me like you know me, I was by my doley
Asked me for a picture, checked my Rollie and said "Okey dokey"
That fan love, I decide to give my fan hug
When I really get my bands up
Name Miranda
Lil Tjay

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Writer: Jesse Bonds Weaver Jr., Joshua Cross, Tione Jayden Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Love Hurts

Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm
We can make it work
(Yo, Kiwi, thank you, bro)
Love hurts, love hurts

I know you feedin' off of what I started first
I see you postin', that just put me on alert
We can make it work, we can make it work
Love hurts, love hurts, love hurts
The way I'm feelin', I might get that nigga murked
Like how you gon' forget me? You was with me in the dirt
It might just take some time, I know that we can make it work
Baby, try it first (love hurts, love hurts, love hurts)

You somethin' different from the rest, that's why I f*ck with you
Just know it's hard for me expressin' all my love for you
Kissin' you, touchin' you, way more than me f*ckin' you
Don't nobody know me like you do, you make me comfortable
I tell you everything, where I been, who I'm with, no lies to you
F*ck these other bitches, I don't want 'em, keep my eyes on you
Wish I could give you everything, anything, anything
Put that on my mama, all I want for you is better things
You got my number, call my phone, I ain't gon' let it ring
If I could trust you by my side we'll be a better team
Girl, you know I'm with you, hundred grand, try to understand
I'm a busy man (but baby girl, I though we had a plan)

I know you feedin' off of what I started first
I see you postin', that just put me on alert
We can make it work, we can make it work
Love hurts, love hurts, love hurts
The way I'm feelin', I might get that nigga murked
How you gon' forget me? You was with me in the dirt
It might just take some time, I know that we can make it work
Baby, try it first (love hurts, love hurts, love hurts)

I know they off her, and I f*ck around and pull up first
That's whenever you need me
I had my best fit on, racks in them denim jeans whenever you see me
Not like your ex-nigga, I be mad when you text niggas
'Cause them niggas want be me
And I don't f*ck with none of these hoes
'Cause they rub me wrong, baby, just like a genie
I put you up in a two-door, baby, I took the roof off
And you don't even know it hurt me now that you gone
I ain't tryna be your main nigga (main nigga)
Dawg, I'm a gravedigger (gravedigger)
I just wish I knew all this shit came with you
Can't help the painkillers (painkillers)
Know I made niggas (made niggas)
You was with me right or wrong, put you in a song, thought that you was okay
Then you just let me know, on my own, why won't you pick up the phone?
I know love hurt, but you left when I had needed you most
I had to see you ghost, don't need no more
Have me feelin' like I can't breathe no more
I seen you post some picture, and I unfollowed you
I couldn't see no more
Yeah, I couldn't eat no more

I know you feedin' off of what I started first
I see you postin', that just put me on alert
We can make it work, we can make it work
Love hurts, love hurts, love hurts
The way I'm feelin', I might get that nigga murked
Like how you gon' forget me? You was with me in the dirt
It might just take some time, I know that we can make it work
Baby, try it first (love hurts, love hurts, love hurts)

(Hurts, love hurts, love hurts, love hurts)
(Love hurts, love hurts, love hurts)
Try it first, baby, we can make things work
Try it first, baby, we can make things work

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Writer: Tione Merritt, Caleb Hedberg, Naujour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
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Run It Up

(I just like the sound of it)
Grr, ooh, ooh, boom
Grr, boom

Y'all do not know me, I shoot like I'm Kobe
That boy really tough on his doley though
I keep a Drac', ain't no OVO
I ain't for nothing, just check my portfolio
Really come from a block where they bang, bang
Protect that Glock, boy, this Glock ain't no goalie, bro
Say you 'bout what you claim and then show me though
One in the head, you gon' die tryna toe to toe
Trench kid, no f*cks, gotta run it up
If you thinkin' I'ma lose then you dumb as f*ck
Pop out, drippin' diamonds, ooh, Bentley butter cup
Youngest out my city, keep it smooth just to sum it up
No security, you see me but that Glock spit
Youngest nigga doin' it, that's why I pop shit
VVS's drippin' water, it's like a mosh pit
Really not shit but I'm movin' like I'm hot shit
Legal money comin' in, I started off robbin'
True to everything I did, there's really no floggin'
All my shit been goin' up, lil nigga, not dodgin'
And I'ma keep on comin' with the heat, I'm hoggin'
Trench kid, glitter on the piece, stop sobbin'
Why them niggas hatin'? It defeats my noggin
If that ain't really your beef, stop sidin'
Say you tryna run in these streets, stop hidin', huh
Run it up, run it up, run it up (run it up)
Niggas broke 'cause they be on that funny stuff (broke)
Richard Mille, my wrist be on (ooh)
I done came way too far, I can't f*ck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you f*ck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can slide, I be clutchin' up (bah)
Know the haters mad, they got enough of us (ooh)

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (run it up)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (oh)
I just stack up that money, I run it up (racks)
Give a f*ck 'bout who love me, I run it up (who)
What the f*ck they gon' tell me? My money up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Double up (double), run it up
Lamborghini with the bubble guts
Got them bands and I'm flexin', hold my muscle up (flex)
I'ma stand on the business when it's time to buck (stand on it)
I get paper in the morning when I'm wakin' up (wake up)
Make my bitch get your bitch come and f*ck on us (f*ck on)
Make a hit with that switch, now my opps are dust
Put my racks in the wall now it's growin' rust (racks)
Diamond chain get to swangin', they know it's us
They know it's me (know it's me)
Pinky ring get to singin' like Jodeci
Double R and it came with a notary (notary)
I see stars, I'm a star like it's 'posed to be (stars)
I pop bars, only way I can go to sleep (fall asleep)
When my gang needed me, bought a hunnid p's (gang)
Put the Patek on my wrist, a masterpiece (Patek)
Put some diamonds on her and some double C (hey)
F*ck these niggas, I'm up (up)
Kickin' my shit like I won the World Cup (kick it)
Start from the tip, baby, suck
Beat that shit down, baby girl need a crutch (crutch)
Hunnids keep comin', you know that's a must
If you talkin' money then we can discuss

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, uh, ooh
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I just stack up that money, I run it up
Give a f*ck 'bout who love me, I run it up
What the f*ck they gon' tell me? My money up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (go)

I been runnin' that money up, puttin' on (go)
Ain't no end to this trend, it's a marathon (go)
Different breed, I might bust down a herringbone (look)
Board a flight with them racks in my carry-on
Talkin' 'bout money, you know who to call (Bagg)
It look like a riot, I f*cked up the mall (whoa)
She diggin' how me and my whole circle ball (gang)
Gave me some top through my Ethika drawers (uh)
Earrings one-fifty, I'm thuggin', I'm hood
I lock the screw back and put erasers on 'em (ghetto)
Wide-body Daytona bendin' the corner
Them hitters in rentals, the tag Arizona
Ain't get no diploma (no)
Shot dice for the J's, the freshest dude in the school-house (turn up for)
You ain't gangster, you went and took the smooth route (been a ho)
Ran it up, now my pockets look too stout
Never enough, man, I gotta go get some more
Sold enough gas to go buy me a Texaco (good petrol)
Now I'm on the charts, I'm runnin' up streams
My niggas still got what you need though (go)
Built my name from the ground, I ain't have no help (no)
It's just me versus me, beefin' with myself (bad)
It was time I woke 'em up, they overslept (get up)
Run it up, run it up, still ain't out of breath (go)

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I just stack up that money, I run it up
Give a f*ck 'bout who love me, I run it up
What the f*ck they gon' tell me? My money up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

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Writer: Tione Merritt, Josh Petruccio, Kiari Cephus, Demario White Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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Part of the Plan

(This a Burna production)
Niggas don't want, no
Niggas don't want no smoke
Niggas don't want no beef
Niggas don't want no smoke, oh
Me and my brothers gon' ride
'Cause me and my gang gon' slide
Ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Still a youngin', I ran up them bands
Shit's not goin' exactly as planned
See the diamonds up on me, they dance
Walk around with that gun in my pants
No, my niggas ain't throwin' no hands
He said he was with it, he sold me and ran
Growin' up, I ain't know how to scam
So juggin' and robbin' got me in a jam
I got niggas locked up in the can
With some niggas, they hitters, they fans
On my neck, that's a whole lot of grams
I soon go to Cali, can't wait 'til I land
On my mama, I want this shit bad
So I'm in the studio, gotta go HAM
On my mama, I'm doin' the dash
I went through that once, I can't do it again
One, two, three, four, five
That nigga's up in the sky
I be smokin' on deadies
Y'all niggas ain't ready for pressure, we finna apply
SB niggas never gon' lie
Niggas want clout so I gotta move wise
AP is dancin', I call it my prize
Boy, if you wouldn't stop talkin' your pride
If you want it, I'm uppin' the 9
F*ck all this fame shit, I'm bustin' for mine
Tuckin' the trauma like nothing aside
I'm from a jungle, it's hard to survive
What you jackin', you pickin' a side?
Bro said he lackin', I took him a vibe
I'm pistol packin' to keep me alive
Heard nigga rattin', it f*ck with my mind, damn

How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again
I'm tryna focus on music so pressin' not part of the plan
But, nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands

Too many snakes, gotta keep it low
Niggas gon' hate knowin' I'ma blow
I'm out of state, always on the road
Pick up the pace, you been movin' slow
Call up my hitters, they ready to slide, just gotta say, "Go"
Do it for Smelly, it's really a drive, forever my bro
Shit be too hot, I can't talk on the phone
Someone gon' die, better leave it alone
You said you with it, boy, fix up your tone
My thottie come line you, they bad to the bone
I f*ck your thottie, I'm makin' her moan
I had to sober up, get in my zone
'Member I thought I would never come home
When I needed money, ain't ask for no loan
I had to get that shit all on my own
Ain't nobody care
They tried to give me the time like I'm grown
Wasn't nobody there
Ain't tryna play fair
You finna get done, I'm just stoppin' and starin'
That chopper don't care
Why you droppin' the addy? You not really there

How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again
I'm tryna focus on music so pressin' not part of the plan
But, nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands
How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again
I'm tryna focus on music so pressin' not part of the plan
But, nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands

Y'all niggas gon' say what y'all say
We gon' pull up, broad day, ain't nobody tryna play
Okay, 'cause you really wanna have it your way
Gun play, we gon' still get your ass some way
I won't let niggas f*ck up my vibe
Niggas really be fakin', disguise
Music been on my mind since '09
Now it's 2021, I ain't wastin' no time
Same nigga, ain't a damn thing change
Told gram' not to say no names
I'on drink but I pop champagne
It's for Smelly and E and the SB gang
F*ckboy, you ain't takin' no chain
Want clout, you ain't got no name
Thirty clip, let the whole thing bang
We some young, wild niggas that just can't be tamed
Red beam just to help my aim
Big chop, swear flock gon' rain
They gon' call me insane
Brody died and I still never drop no names
Y'all niggas ain't got no pain
Funny shit, better watch your gang
Who would have ever thought we'd rock Balmains?
Got a AP flooded, I ain't rockin' no Jane
Rap money, flip it like cocaine
New expenses, I gotta maintain
Niggas felt like I ain't had no brain
'Til I got in the studio and everything changed
Quick blow, I don't gotta explain
I'm still tryna get used to this fame
Pussy boy wants to throw, this a game
This life ain't for you, better stay in your lane

How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again
I'm tryna focus on music so pressin' not part of the plan
But, nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands
How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again
I'm tryna focus on music so pressin' not part of the plan
But, nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands

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Writer: Craig Edwards, Tione Merritt
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No Cap

Yeah, no, no, no, no
Yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Damn, VG, you made this?)
No, no
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'ma just stick to my brothers 'cause I know we all that we got (whoa, yeah)
Lucky I got me big chance, no I'm not missing' my shot (whoa, yeah)
I been investing myself, stackin' the wealth to head to the top (change)
I know niggas proud of my spot, I been gettin' money a lot (whoa, okay)

I tried to do better for niggas
But they said,"Whatever" and ran after thots (gang, gang, gang)
I'm tryna get cheddar with niggas
But niggas ain't want it, they rather the block (no, no, no)
I think I upsetted some niggas 'cause niggas want handouts, I do not (no)
I'm speakin' in general nigga but nigga, if the shoe fit, let it rock (whoa)

I'ma keep coming, don't stop (gang)
Twenty two off finna change shit (brrt, brrt)
Really been working my ass off, each every day is the same shit (woo, sheeh, sheesh)
I really plotted the shit, I was locked down, dreaming this fame shit (gang, gang)
Only thing left is to get to the top now, I'm going insane bitch
Got what I wanted, I know I can't stop now, the feelings is nameless
Got what I wanted, I know I can't stop now, it's whole lotta gang shit
Still on the same shit, broke boy you ain't speakin' my language
Know you see how the chain hit, don't reach now you see who I came with

Ain't nobody want smoke no more, strapped up no jokes no more
Niggas know how we play in the field, I don't even wanna talk no more
Told mama I'd get her a house, "You ain't gotta live broke no more"
Told mama I'm makin' it out, I don't gotta sell dope no more
You don't know about struggles I doubt, I don't gotta sell soap no more
I don't gotta worry about winter time outside, me having no coat no more
I remember the time I was tryna roll kush, that bro couldn't smoke no more
I remember them times I'll never go back, I'll never go broke no more (damn, VG, you made this?)
My soul can't hurt no more

Still I be feelin' the pain, honestly missing the game
But I cannot go to the block, high profile shit changed
I gotta work on myself but I swear the love is the same
Guess it just come with the fame, silent I'll always remain
I remember hitting the stu' with my last bread, I was hoppin' the train
I done lost so many niggas, my heart bled and it won't be the same
Brodie just told me he think he might go fed, he ain't beatin' the thing
Hop in the stu' and I got in my bag shit, got me reliving the pain

Look at the drip I ain't playing
F*ck is you saying? I don't hear nothing you saying
Try to run up and we spraying, leave you there laying
my shooters know where you staying
They told me I get a body for free, "Don't worry about paying"
Bro told me he catch a body for me, vice versa so f*ck is you saying?
Keep that bitch on me when in the house, while I sleep I can't even feel comfortable laying
Could have really did time for shit that I did, I don't even feel comfortable saying
So much shit on my mind I think all the time, it make me uncomfortable praying
Hot shit on my line, I gotta decline, ain't tryna put another day in (damn, VG, you made this?)

I gotta make sure my family eat, I gotta keep my lil' bro off them streets
I gotta help my sister out in school, shit I be thinking about really too deep
I know the kids watching so I preach
I'm tryna send a message they could keep
I want them trenches better, on they feet
Hope they get inspiration off of me
Don't ever limit anything you do
Shoot for the stars and that's where you will be
I had to find a way to make it through, so many niggas was hating on me
Waitin' on me, tryna knock me down, savages waitin' and preying on me
Niggas that's hated abandoned me
I'ma take over, stop playing with me, stop playing with me

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Writer: Gunnlaugur Sumarlidason, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Life Changed

(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(SephGotTheWaves)

Bro caught a lick, 'cause he ran out that money, shit fed him nice
Tryna make best in the world that was given, Chanel was bright
'Cause the way we was livin' was never aight
Down on my ass, I was never the type
I had to get up and better my life
That's when I'm lucky, game of rollin' dice
Life changed, life changed
I'm movin' on to the better things
Life changed, life changed
I know they wanna see me down again

Okay, no way
I found my starter kit, now I won't play
I been workin' every day, and it's just facts I'm here to stay
Money keep comin' in straight from the gutter
And I open the door
How I spend, but money comin' in
I love it, I gotta get more
Walk in the spot and they shutdown the store
I need a couple milly for a tour
I done set goals so high, that's what God got in store
This I need, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Buy my weed, hre, here, here, here, here, here
Try me, I dare, dare, dare, dare, dare, dare
'Cause we don't care, care, care, care, care
Yeah, yeah

Bro caught a lick, 'cause he ran out that money, shit fed him nice
Tryna make best in the world that was given, Chanel was bright
'Cause the way we was livin' was never aight
Down on my ass, I was never the type
I had to get up and better my life
That's when I'm lucky, game of rollin' dice
Life changed, life changed
I'm movin' on to the better things
Life changed, life changed
I know they wanna see me down again

I ain't really stressin' over nothin', just we got it
Young niggas, everything against us, we survivin'
Try to find love, but my people keep dyin'
Tryna bring everyone out, I'm tryin'
I don't let it go, but my inside's cryin'
He say this, she say that, better stop this lyin'
Numbers goin' up, shit flyin'
My mama happy, ain't no more sighin'
I done got some checks, I'ma flex, I done bossed up
If you f*ck with them, then stay with them, don't come across us
F*ck that movin' sloppy before, it done cost us
And we don't listen to nobody, we enforcers
Just know

Bro caught a lick, 'cause he ran out that money, shit fed him nice
Tryna make best in the world that was given, Chanel was bright
'Cause the way we was livin' was never aight
Down on my ass, I was never the type
I had to get up and better my life
That's when I'm lucky, game of rollin' dice
Life changed, life changed
I'm movin' on to the better things
Life changed, life changed
I know they wanna see me down again

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Writer: David McDowell, Georgia Rose Boyden, Joseph Boyden, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Nuf Said

'Member 2007 way before the misconception
Back when ain't nobody thought of me no different from the rest 'em
All the kids, we used to this, yeah, this shit how it is
Shorty's dyin', mamas cryin', this shit ain't no way to live
I used to come up off that pack, I'm talkin' thotty to the mist
And nowadays this shit ridiculous, they thirsty for a bid
Tell 'em free my main hitters, all the street shit gettin' rigged
Rats comin' home 'cause they said what other niggas did
Broski on the phone, he just want another chance to live
But he on his own, so long in a cell he say, "The crib"
I was on my own, thinkin' 'bout that stupid shit I did
I got knocked for shit that I ain't do but that's just how it is
Put in pain, we already up but still we tryna gain
Light a flame, see a opp we tryna penetrate his brain
You gon' end up just like dummy if you try to take a chain
And if I ever contradict myself then tell me I'm a lame
I'm a real nigga, try me, I be quick to let it show
'Cause my hands work too but I be quick to let it blow
And if you know what I be talkin' 'bout, it hit you if you know
Christmas Eve, I bet he wish that missile hit his toe
I be layin' low, still on go, Bentley for a show
Still my paper long, so I ain't takin' any type of dough
This shit off the top, know this ain't a hit but I'ma flow
Breathe, let it go, that's why my emotions never show
I been goin hard, I been missin' pop, still the Smelly block
Solid to my roots, you talkin' easy then you gettin' dropped
Shit be kinda strange and that's the reason I don't mention
Free my nigga, and I can't say it 'cause it get too hot

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Writer: Tione Merritt, Jahaan Sweet
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Losses

Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Can't change, I remember what I've been through
So when I spit, no need for pencils
Traumatized, shit be f*ckin' with my mental
Done seen some shit I can't get into
I'm just tryna be somebody influential
A lot of souls I could vent to
My success is not something coincidental
And if you feel like I'm shittin', it's accidental

I was locked down, locked down, almost lost it
Brodie locked down, told him "Fight, don't you forfeit"
Sometimes we just do some stupid shit when we be off it
I done see too many niggas die, so I'm precautious
Thinkin' 'bout them flashbacks really get me nauseous
This is what this comes with, playin' with them bosses
Could have caught a hammer charge, the other day, I tossed it
Worry 'bout my freedom, every day got me exhausted
I gave niggas trust, real love, and they crossed it
Tried to keep you around, I brushed it off, it's like I forced it
Mad that you can't be me, I be drippin' different sauces
Glad I started winning, tired of takin' all these losses, losses
Losses, losses, all these goddamn losses
Tired of takin' all these goddamn losses

Can't change, I remember what I've been through
So when I spit, no need for pencils
Traumatized, shit be f*cking with my mental
Done seen some shit I can't get into
I'm just tryna be somebody influential
A lot of souls I could vent to
My success is not something coincidental
And if you feel like I'm shittin', it's accidental

Big glow, lookin' back, I came a long way
I still be reminiscing moments from my dog days
That's why I stay away from niggas in they slug ways
I can't handle no bad vibes, they exhaust me
Lotta niggas in they Birkin, they be salty
Niggas heavy on my body, get 'em off me
New ice, see it's shinin', it's flossy
'Bout to cop a new whip, mine and it's costly
Had a dream to make it out, it wasn't simple (make it out)
Niggas don't know what I went through (no, no)
Self taught, had to learn the fundamentals ('mentals)
I ain't tryna be resentful (no)
I was layin' lowkey, but I'm meant to
'Cause everybody sojudgmental
If you want it, run and get it, f*ck a gentle
Let that hunger deep inside represent you

Can't change, I remember what I've been through
So when I spit, no need for pencils
Traumatized, shit be f*cking with my mental
Done seen some shit I can't get into
I'm just tryna be somebody influential
A lot of souls I could vent to
My success is not something coincidental
And if you feel like I'm shittin', it's accidental

I was locked down, locked down, almost lost it
Brodie locked down, told him "Fight, don't you forfeit"
Sometimes we just do some stupid shit when we be off it
I done see too many niggas die, so I'm precautious
Thinkin' 'bout them flashbacks really get me nauseous
This is what this comes with, playin' with them bosses
Could have caught a hammer charge, the other day, I tossed it
Worry 'bout my freedom, every day got me exhausted

Losses
Tired of takin' all these goddamn losses

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Move On

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Writer: Cortez La Carr Harris, Diamonte Harper, Dorothy Runner, Joshua Isaih Parker, Michael Ray Nguyen Stevenson, Paul Poli, Samuel David Jimenez, Shaffer Smith, Stephane Reibaldi, Teedra Shenita Moses, Tione Jayden Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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None Of Your Love

(CashMoneyAP)
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, woah

Oh, for you, I would've done whatever (whatever)
And I just can't believe we ain't together (we ain't together)
And I wanna play it cool (cool), while I'm losin' you (losin' you)
I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring (I'll buy you any ring)

You think I'm stupid, bitch now you really a dub (no)
I don't want none of your love
I can name all the lies that you told me
It's crazy 'cause I really gave you my trust
Before the fame, you ain't think I would make it
But baby girl, now I'ma show you what's up
And it's a shame, I just had to be patient (you, you, you, you)
I swear on my mother I'm 'bout to blow up
You think I'm stupid, bitch now you really a dub
I don't want none of your love
I can name all the lies that you told me
It's crazy 'cause I really gave you my trust
Before the fame, you ain't think I would make it
But baby girl, now I'ma show you what's up
And it's a shame, I just had to be patient
I swear on my mother I'm 'bout to blow up (you, you, you, you)

I'ma make somethin' from nothin'
You tried to say you was there but you wasn't (you wasn't)
I would've gave you a kid, we was rushin' (rushin')
Sleepin' with niggas, I swear it's disgustin' (disgustin')
Bitch, now you broke, where the paper you touchin'?
I could be grimy and f*ck with your cousin (with your cousin)
But nah, I'ma just focus on me, yeah, that's rappin' and shit (rappin' and shit)
Time to get money and laugh at the bitch (and laugh at the bitch)
And I swear I worked hard, had to practice for this (practice)
I be the type to assassin a bitch (assassin)
I remember the time when I was clappin' your shit (clappin')
With your archin' your back on my mattress and shit (on my mattress and shit)
And I'ma get money regardless (regardless)
You a part of the reason I'm heartless (I'm heartless)
Now it's time to throw money at Starlet's (at Starlet's)
And these other lil' niggas is garbage (they garbage)
You weren't there, I was fightin' my charges
I was stuck in that jail for a year long
I was treatin' you like you my real jawn
And you throw up no money for bail bond
But I'm still goin', still flowin'
Run up on me and I'm still blowin'
(Baby, baby, baby, no)

Oh, for you, I would've done whatever (whatever)
And I just can't believe we ain't together (we ain't together)
And I wanna play it cool (cool), while I'm losin' you (while I'm losin' you)
I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring (buy you any ring)

You think I'm stupid, bitch now you really a dub (no)
I don't want none of your love
I can name all the lies that you told me
It's crazy 'cause I really gave you my trust
Before the fame, you ain't think I would make it
But baby girl, now I'ma show you what's up
And it's a shame I just had to be patient
I swear on my mother I'm 'bout to blow up (you, you, you)
You think I'm stupid, bitch now you really a dub
I don't want none of your love
I can name all the lies that you told me
It's crazy 'cause I really gave you my trust
Before the fame, you ain't think I would make it
But baby girl, now I'ma show you what's up
And it's a shame I just had to be patient
I swear on my mother I'm 'bout to blow up
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Writer: Alex Petit, Christine Flores, Christopher Stewart, Christopher Bridges, Justin Bieber, Tione Merritt, Terius Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Destined 2 Win Info:

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Destined 2 Win is the second studio album by American rapper Lil Tjay. It was released on April 2, 2021, through Columbia Records. This serves as the follow-up to his 2019 debut album "True 2 Myself". The production on the album was handled by multiple producers including Smash David, CashMoneyAP, 808Melo, Cubeatz and OG Parker among others. The album also features guest appearances from 6lack, Polo G, Fivio Foreign, Saweetie, Tyga, Toosii, Offset, and Moneybagg Yo.

Destined 2 Win was supported by six singles: "Losses", "Move On", "None of Your Love", "Calling My Phone", "Headshot" and "Born 2 Be Great". The album received generally positive reviews from music critics and was a commercial success. It debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 62,000 album-equivalent units, in its first week. On January 12, 2023, the album was certified platinum.

Performed By: Lil Tjay
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Length: 64:01
Released: April 2nd, 2021
Year: 2021

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