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Moneybagg Yo - 43VA HEARTLESS Album Lyrics



Moneybagg Yo - 43VA HEARTLESS Lyrics






Relentless Again

Yeah
Ay, I'm in the relentless stage of this shit
Once again, yeah

Don't know how I talked 'bout money back when I was poor (how you do that?)
Had to speak it to existence like a magic show (abracadabra)
I never been selfish (never, never)
But I also never had shit (never again)
In my head, I wasn't average
Smokin' lil' blunts but I never was embarrassed (skimp)
Never liked to play the game on easy
Like you my attorney, no matter what, you believe me (trust)
Gettin' crossed cut deep, internal bleeding (hurt)
Bad vibes 'round me, I ain't need them (nope)
My niggas don't know this, but sometimes (what?)
I ride low-key with a big iron
I just wanted to feel normal one time (one time)
On life, I'ma go when it's crunch time (take off)
Exes in my DM, see them, look, I'm a whole new nigga (look at me, ho)
But it's always one bitch who stay down, so I labeled her realer (trill)
I see you throwin' shots on your Insta-Snap
Ay, I don't fight hoes but can get you slapped (play)
You ain't livin' like that, bitch, chill out (chill out)
And, you ain't livin' like that, bitch, chill out (hold up)
Hoes dream to come up off a nigga, they just lookin' at you as a ticket
When they took the Act', it's like I lost my nigga
You might say I'm trippin' but I miss it (I miss it)
Had shootouts with a frenemy, thinkin' I'ma kill him when I catch him (on life)
He got locked up by the grace of God, if they let him out I'm gettin' at him (ain't forget)
Ay, f*ck Moneybagg Yo, he a ho, he ain't never did shit
He ain't this, he ain't that, ay, yeah, I hear you bitches talkin'
Yeah, through the Internet
I'm everywhere they say I can't go
I'm doing everything they said I wouldn't do
I'ma keep my feet in these bitches' chest
And I ain't lettin' up
I got niggas in they feelings (how?)
'Cause I ain't giving out handouts (what else?)
I got hoes pourin' dirt on my name (damn)
'Cause they know I got a bag now (what they do?)
Tryna infiltrate the squad
Makin' up shit, knowin' it ain't accurate (foul)
Bitches be f*ckin' for Jordans
Thinkin' they important, knowin' they ain't havin' shit (ah)
Just cleared three million, nose in the ceiling, I ain't got no feelings (I'm up)
And still f*ck around, hamper full of dope, you think it got clothes in it
I'm in here now on some more shit (more shit)
Diamonds ocean, they in motion (water)
I'm like Wiz how I'm smokin' (choke)
Kush stinkin', halitosis (woah, shit)
Niggas f*ck off but want they bitch perfect
You bought her this and that, she ain't worth it
Sackin' up dope and shit but you ain't serve it
Sing when that pressure on, you was nervous
They see what I spend, I make 'em go in
That high-class living a trend (right now)
How you gon' fold somethin' that don't bend? (Huh?)
Ay, I'm relentless again (I'm here)

Ay, look, I'm back on it
See I know what y'all thinkin' when I said, "Reset"
That that was just a title or some shit to y'all
Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout like
I was really gon' put myself back at the beginning stage of the shit
How I came in with that hunger, that aggression (talk to 'em)
Yeah, relentless
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Writer: Demario Dewayne White
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Style Aint Free

(June, you're a genius)
Yeah, open up, hey

Mane, look, stop it (stop)
Always got my name in some gossip (hot topic)
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (ice)
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti)
That redbone you crushin', she want me to f*ck her
I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin (ready)
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'
And that's what you call a concussion (head gone, hey)

Went hard 'fore I ever made a rap check
Gettin' money out the streets (gettin' money off the pavement)
Ducked off, I was servin' on the Southside
But I stayed in the East (but I stayed in the East)
Told the bitch cook some hot wings and Ro-Tel
We don't go out to eat (hell nah, we don't do that)
What you doin'? Gon' mob a nigga up then (up)
Wipe the dick off neat (wipe the dick off good)
Give a f*ck about a ring but I'm smokin' 'Wood and K
Carry steel in my jeans, I was eatin' a hot plate
Tryna reach a new level, these niggas too content
Big homie might snap, he gon' do it off the strength
She just got it sewed in, but I'm pullin' every inch
Used to get a hotel, now we f*ck behind 10
Had to get a nigga hit, 'cause he tried to go against
Pulled up in his yard, left his ass on the fence (uh)
It ain't no end to this trend (endless)
Double our truck, ain't no 4MATIC Benz
They like, "He at it again" (how?)
I just put me in a new whip and I win (skrrt)
I'm having way too much money (way too much)
Make a bitch dizzy the way that I spin
I'm having way too much money (it's too much)
Count up and repeat it again (like a replay)

Mane, look, stop it (stop)
Always got my name in some gossip (hot topic)
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (look)
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti)
That redbone you crushing, she want me to f*ck her
I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin (woo, woo, ready)
She dropped off the head just to stop me from fussin' (woo)
And that's what you call a concussion (Offset)

Little buddy got the 5 but don't pop it (little buddy)
All of mine came from the faucet (AP)
Lamborghini (Forgiato) wet, mop it (Forgiato)
Glock 40, shoot his shoulder out his socket (bow, bow)
Big dick, you could whip it like hibachi
Walking in my robes, it's Versace, Versace ('Sace)
Sixty-nine shooters and they're nothing like Tekashi (ha)
Keep one in the head, tryna cock it, they done shot you (bow, bow)
Switch it, the Lambo, the Maybach, the 'Rari (ooh)
Sorry, pardon, my drip retarded (drip, huh)
I've spent Marvin the Martian (huh)
Better get your bitch up off the market (huh)
Young Vince Carter with the carbon (bow)
I can paint a picture in your head, I'm an artist (artist)
Richard Mille wet, and it got my wrist soggy (wet)
Hit it from the back, style, doggy (yeah)
Maison Margiela, my coat (Margiela, ho)
When you was wet, I was broke, no hope (broke)
I put the plug in the yolk and I go
Therefore the sauna, I live by the oath (hey, yeah)
Got to get the money bag, yo (yeah)
Fifteen hundred, two-three times, then four (yeah)
Nigga better cross that line, we gon' blow (nah)
It's a bust down, can't even see the time in this ho (ice)

Mane, look, stop it (stop)
Always got my name in some gossip (hot topic)
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (look)
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti)
That redbone you crushing, she want me to f*ck her
I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin (ready)
She dropped off the head just to stop me from fussin'
And that's what you call a concussion (here it go)

Let me see your wrists (haha)
This ain't it, I just spoke with the chief (I just spoke with your boss)
Coming straight off the top, Chanel bandana
This style ain't free (shit cost a fee)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Style ain't free
Gotta pay for this here
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Writer: Demario White, June James, Kiari Cephus
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Drais

Hello?
I come out there, me and Youngsta finna shoot the video
I don't know what time we gon' be done
It might be too late for them plane flights, I don't know
Nah, nah, nah, matter fact, just send up the jet
Oh, it's for sure? Okay, bet

I didn't know they loved me 'til they hated (I didn't know that)
Last minute, took a PJ out to Vegas (on a G5 floatin')
Don't too much remember, I was faded (I barely remember)
I just turned a penthouse into Drai's (look like we got litty)

Hey, what that mean if I know your nigga? I still wanna try you (I still wanna get at it)
All this money in my left pocket, lil' bitch, I can buy you (bitch, I can purchase)
We both know you want to (me and you both)
Don't fight it like Ryu (fight it like dude)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to go home, f*ck you thought?
You ain't about to lie too (big facts)
I came up out a gutter place (Memphis, Tenn')
Ms. Mason, First 48 (woo)
I was pluggin' when I poured an eight
Now I'm movin' slower than a turtle race (answer me)
Is you gon' die 'bout your set? (Hey)
Load up the TEC, oh, you just actin'? (What you in?)
The seats inside the Maybach
Massagin' my back, I'm just relaxin' (coolin')
These niggas doin' more cappin' than fifty-nine hats (damn)
Bullshit deal, why you sign that?
Baguette an AP, not no Timex
Money make her cum, she gon' climax
I don't bargain 'bout no prices, gimme gimme, what's the total?
They laid on him, he slept over
Ooh, he lucky, four leaf clover

I didn't know they loved me 'til they hated (I didn't know that)
Last minute, took a PJ out to Vegas (on a G5 floatin')
Don't too much remember, I was faded (I barely remember)
I just turned a penthouse into Drai's (look like we got litty)

Go fit on my mental, you already know my MO (federal)
These rappin' actors not a factor, f*ck these lame ass weirdos (f*ck 'em)
I'm beatin' up her pink toe after I pop this bean, pinto (ugh, ugh)
Eight karats together, I got two globes on my earlobe (big shine)
I been the shit for a minute, die real (Meech)
Cartiers tinted, I can hear but don't see 'em (nope)
Just nailed shawty to the cross, crucifix (what?)
Pics of her body, just found somethin' new to fix
I'm a street nigga, you was standin' by the mailbox
Sidewalk (sidewalk, over there, over there)
Internet tough, keep the same energy when you sign off (whenever you see me it's up there)
Smokin' moonrocks, takin' off like a rocket ship, long gone (long gone, long gone, pew)
I know you suck dick 'cause you got a lot of lip, give dome dome (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ay)
No talk, no text, pop that shit off on phone bone (no, on phone bone, phone bone)
Order my baguette and a rose Patek, two snow cones (that's what I got on right now)

I didn't know they loved me 'til they hated (I didn't know that)
Last minute, took a PJ out to Vegas (on a G5 floatin')
Don't too much remember, I was faded (I barely remember)
I just turned a penthouse into Drai's (look like we got litty)

Flexin' on these niggas, as I should (like I'm 'posed to, 'posed to)
Runnin' through these bitches, as I should (I don't know you)
Got too comfy, lovey dovey, cut her on off, as you should (bye)
You bounce back, bounce back, bounce back, bounce, bounce back (why?)
As you should (hey, hey)

I didn't know they loved me 'til they hated
Last minute, took a PJ out to Vegas
Don't too much remember, I was faded
I just turned a penthouse into Drai's
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Writer: Demario White, Dylan McKinney, Robert Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




On My Soul

This shit here all I know
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(June, you're a genius) facts


Slipper goals, man, these streets so cold (they froze)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
I won't break no codes (ain't never)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Gotta keep a pole (right now)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The streets all I know (I know)
That's on my soul (hey)
Slipper goals, man, these streets so cold (they froze)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
I won't break no codes (ain't never)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Gotta keep a pole (right now)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The streets all I know (I know)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul

Showed love 'fore I saw the loyalty
I gave her way too much credit (I did)
Wanted a spot in my movie scene
But you didn't make the final edit (the cut)
My bitch and my other bitch at war (why?)
I'm the reason, so they blame me (damn)
I trust a dude off some other nigga's word
My fault, gotta blame me (beat myself up)
I stood on my word, I showed 'em I'm solid but niggas went left (and niggas went that way)
Whenever it's shit goin' on, it feel like I'm here by myself (I'm here all alone)
One thing that I had to accept (what?), they just around for the wealth (that's crazy crazy)
And if anybody 'round me try me (what happen?), I'ma love 'em to death
I'm goin' in, yes, sir
I'm livin' like that, I swear
No cap, tables right there
Clear Cartiers on my wrist, nerd (I'm up)
I'm king to these hoes (ask 'em)
Can't do shit for her finger so I put a ring on her toes (ha)
Got no heart, just a black hole, on my soul

Man, these streets so cold (they froze)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
I won't break no codes (ain't never)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Gotta keep a pole (right now)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The streets all I know (I know)
That's on my soul (hey)
Slipper goals, man, these streets so cold (they froze)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
I won't break no codes (ain't never)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Gotta keep a pole (right now)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The streets all I know (I know)
That's on my soul (yeah, yeah)

Niggas be actin' like hoes, like they keep a pole, but niggas be gettin' exposed
Foenem be callin' my phone when I get the load, 'cause I know they gettin' 'em gone
I might face the East when I'm in that Rolls 'cause I'm in cahoots with the most
I know a nigga who killed over half the city, when he got caught, he told
Still ask for cash like he ain't told, that shit so bold
You don't want that issue, grab that tissue, foenem wipe your nose
And I don't get high off Percs no more, I gotta boot up the dose
And I can't trust them niggas no more, 'cause that shit too close, yeah

Man, these streets so cold (they froze)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
I won't break no codes (ain't never)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Gotta keep a pole (right now)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The streets all I know (I know)
That's on my soul
Slipper goals, man, these streets so cold (they froze)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
I won't break no codes (ain't never)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Gotta keep a pole (right now)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The streets all I know (I know)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
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Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Durk D. Banks, June James
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Dior

(Dmac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit, yeah)

Yeah, Dubai, foreign whips (foreign whips)
Valet car at Phipps (car at Phipps)
Extended war clips (war clips)
I don't got a boring bitch (nah)
I'm coppin' Dior kicks (yeah)
I pour at least a four or six (four)
I let her eat the whole dick (whole dick)
Yeah, real big drip (watch out, don't slip)
Lick on the tip (bitch, speak up)
She got big titties, no milk (cash cow)
We meet in bedroom like Silk (Silk)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip, splash)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip, splash, eat it)

Audemar plain (plain)
Nah, we not the same (we not the same)
Drip, get fly like a plane (plane)
Icy mouth, Johnny Dang (ice, ice, ice)
Blue face jubilee 'cause I bang (I bang)
Copped the Cartier whip, the woodgrain (woodgrain)
It's a table inside of the Range (Range)
Young Gun' want it, it's out of your range (I'm out of your range)
Diamonds came out of the mine (mine)
I can see more dollar signs (signs)
It's a coupe, but the backseat recline ('cline)
With no roof, all I see is the sky (sky)
Hundred straps, one at a time (time)
Multi-billionaire minds (billionaire minds)
The condo ain't bigger than mine (mine)
I see Elliot for the shine (shine, huh)

Yeah, Dubai, foreign whips (foreign whips)
Valet car at Phipps (car at Phipps)
Extended war clips (war clips)
I don't got a boring bitch (nah)
I'm coppin' Dior kicks (yeah)
I pour at least a four or six (four)
I let her eat the whole dick (whole dick)
Yeah, real big drip (watch out, don't slip)
Lick on the tip (bitch, speak up)
She got big titties, no milk (cash cow)
We meet in bedroom like Silk (Silk)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip, splash)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip, splash, woah, I'm loaded)

Pockets on stuffed, 'bout to bust open (bust open)
When you pourin' that 'Tuss, pour a lil' over
Like f*ckin' these bitches by twos now
Already won, how can I lose now?
Put the switch on the Glock, now the Glock a fully (huh?)
Pull the trigger, it start rainin' bullets (grr)
All they seen was some double C's (killed the scene)
Black male, Chanel hoodie
Yeah (stylin')
My bitch bad, I give her allowance
You so broke, come buy her a sandwich
I blow her mind, power outage (lights out)
She wanna be with me every other week
Heavy schedule (no), just won't allow it
I told 'em, "eat up the drip like a buffet on a plate"
Diamond mouth, expensive taste (shinin')
I'm really havin' my way in it (Usher)
Bought the foreign just to play in it (skrrt)
Nike backpack, got the K in it (skrrt)
Straight to the jet, no delayin' it (gone)
I got them everlasting racks
Saks Fifths, I can spend a whole day in it (forever)
Pulled out while I'm f*ckin' her (ugh)
Evicted the pussy, couldn't stay in it (whoops)

Yeah, Dubai, foreign whips (foreign whips)
Valet car at Phipps (car at Phipps)
Extended war clips (war clips)
I don't got a boring bitch (nah)
I'm coppin' Dior kicks (yeah)
I pour at least a four or six (four)
I let her eat the whole dick (whole dick)
Yeah, real big drip (watch out, don't slip)
Lick on the tip (bitch, speak up)
She got big titties, no milk (cash cow)
We meet in bedroom like Silk (Silk)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip, splash)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip)
Eat it, eat up the drip (eat up the drip, splash, eat it)

The drip (Dior)
The splash (eat it)
The drip (yeah)
The splash (eat it)
(Toobangin')
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Writer: Demario White, Dylan McKinney, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




No Filter

(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)

Hey, we got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (turn up)
Facetime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin' it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I'm choppin' shit
When it's up there then it's stuck there, ain't no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil' niggas been droppin' shit
I'm talkin' with no filter (yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (mwah)
She ain't shit with no filter (nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (go)

They be on me, I don't do the choosing
F*cking on twins, this shit get confusing
Bitches be low-key junkies, beggin'
How you turn me down knowin' you ready?
Tax time, you couldn't wait to get heavy
Ran through it, now you broke like the levee
Shit kinda old, you really just reachin'
Alexa, play Rocko, "We Ain't Goin' Steady" (at all)
Red bottom my slippers (they slimy)
I can't help but bleed in 'em, crime scene in 'em
Hibachi my drip (my drip)
These here Japanese denim, plenty cheese in 'em (yeah)
What's a drink infection? (Huh)
A double cup, fill this shit up with OZ's in it
Her pussy was fat but she anorexic
Then she wipe her eyes when I skeet in 'em (whoa)
No question what NuNu gon' do (why?)
I can vouch for my lil' fool (sing it)
I'm at a warehouse with dope in the tool
I get it back then I'm bustin' a move (score)

We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (turn up)
Facetime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin' it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I'm choppin' shit
When it's up there then it's stuck there, ain't no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil' niggas been droppin' shit
I'm talkin' with no filter (yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (mwah)
She ain't shit with no filter (nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (go up)

Me goin' broke, that's highly unlikely
Came with you, but lookin' 'round here, this ho like me
She goboth ways, her friend like her wifey
Ay, let's have a triple threat, meds that excite me
Coupe do the dash, I vanish (I'm gone)
Might have a warrant, outstanding (I don't know)
You see the laws, don't panic (don't do that)
Watchin' them babies, no nanny (stay focused)
Turkey bag, it ain't a sack good (sack)
Tryna fit an ounce in a Backwood (never)
Got a church girl hollerin' Bread Gang (ha)
She ain't seen the slums but she act hood (act like)
Gangster and you knew that
Know you wanna walk up, don't do that
Big old diamonds, where my tooth at?
Amg Benz, I just coupe that (skrrt)
I just blew that while you do that
Hit my label then recoup that (right back)
Can't nobody stop me from poppin' it
I drop a money bag on an opposite, hey

We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (turn up)
Facetime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin' it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I'm choppin' shit
When it's up there then it's stuck there, ain't no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil' niggas been droppin' shit
I'm talkin' with no filter (yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (mwah)
She ain't shit with no filter (nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (go up)
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Writer: Brytavious Chambers, Demario White
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Commotion

I don't give a f*ck
Bad or good, you know what I'm sayin'?
They gon' hate, they gon' talk
Don't keep yo' shit in that conversation
Hey

All the money in the world, can't control all of these rumors
I can't get it out my brain, keep on spreadin' like a tumor
What you 'posed to do when every time you wake up it's a rumor?
You just showed me who you really is, wish I knew this sooner
Tried to knock me off my focus, think I'm too far up to notice
I done even cut 'em off, gotta play these niggas closely
I was slippin', I was open, gave a side bitch a promotion
When we out I let you post me, f*ck it, let's start some commotion (f*ck it)

Tested niggas, they failed that
Hit the brakes on 'em, I fell back (skrrt)
They don't keep it real, can't spell that
They don't weigh enough, can't scale that
She pregnant, they sayin' the baby is mine (nah)
It got my heart, I'm gon' feel if she cryin' (woo)
Different type of hurt, it feel like I'm dyin'
I'm told the wounds gon' heal with time (they talkin', they talkin')
Gon' always have somethin' to say about a nigga that's winnin' (like me, for example)
Go around the world, get showed love, but get hate in your city (stay away from that city)
Think you 'bout to spend my bag, but you didn't contribute a penny (they ain't give me nothin')
Every car got a pink slip, but I heard they was rented
They hit up a truck 'cause they thought I was in it
Presidential made 'em mad like Trump (ha)
Got the call while in traffic with unc'
We uppin' three bodies tonight, it's gone
(Ayy, check out the score)
I know I did so much shit, to where she can't feel no more hurt (fame)
I got status and I keep on f*ckin' up, that's a gift and a curse

All the money in the world, can't control all of these rumors
I can't get it out my brain, keep on spreadin' like a tumor
What you 'posed to do when every time you wake up it's a rumor?
You just showed me who you really is, wish I knew this sooner
Tried to knock me off my focus, think I'm too far up to notice
I done even cut 'em off, gotta play these niggas closely
I was slippin', I was open, gave a side bitch a promotion
When we out I let you post me, f*ck it, let's start some commotion

If they don't got shit on you to tear you down
They gon' lie (really)
Hopin' that you fail, on your trails like a spy (spy)
I'm pushin' with my niggas, right or wrong
That's on I (that's on me)
That bullshit for the birds, you know I can't let none fly (they say)
He messy, he play both sides
Got cool with him for a cosign
They say I got hot in no time
He should've been went gold three, four times
Guess he thought I wanted heels, so he tried my baby mama
In yo' feelings, you couldn't hit me 'bout it
Don't you got my number? (That's crazy)
Based on a true story, thought this bitch was in my fairy tale
Actin' as if she had my best interest and she played it well
He ain't havin' shit (Why?)
Tryna keep up his image (For real?)
Them niggas around him talk
That's how we know all his business (Wow)

All the money in the world, can't control all of these rumors
I can't get it out my brain, keep on spreadin' like a tumor
What you 'posed to do when every time you wake up it's a rumor?
You just showed me who you really is, wish I knew this sooner
Tried to knock me off my focus, think I'm too far up to notice
I done even cut 'em off, gotta play these niggas closely
I was slippin', I was open, gave a side bitch a promotion
When we out I let you post me, f*ck it, let's start some commotion
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Writer: Demario White, Eduardo Earle
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Part of da Game

(DrumGod)
Ayy, some shit you just don't 'posed to play with, though

(Hey) I motivated the streets (you saw)
Now you act like you don't know (God, be my witness)
With the lowest numbers in the city (what?)
My trap don't need a promo (they comin')
Better not put no cut on my product (don't do that)
Stay with that pure (yeah), only that raw (woo)
That nigga right there is not us (ain't gang)
Last thing I heard, he spoke to the law (informant)
What part of the game is that? (What part?)
What part of the game? (What part of the game?)
What part of the game is that? (Let me know)
What part of the game? (Ayy, can you tell me?)
What part of the game is that? (What part?)
What part of the game? (Man, I don't know)
What part of the game is that? (It's f*cked up)
What part of the game? (I need to know)

I make the dope do a somersault (flip)
Then shit on they ass like I'm runnin' off (ugh)
Must think I'm pussy how he comin' off (huh?)
Pull up on him now, let a hundred off (rrr)
Thoughts in your head when that bag on you
Would your niggas give you up for it? (I don't know)
Signs and symbols in your face
You gon' act on the shit or ignore it? (Yeah)
Where I'm from they think small, don't see past the city lights (Memphis)
Lame niggas get a plug and put the police in they sight (yeah)
Jeopardizing everybody life (flunky)
Runnin' your mouth get a nigga taught (taught)
I'ma do a sentence 'fore I take a loss (loss)
Paper on your shoulder, knock a nigga off (boom)
Told him it was cool just to play it off (question)
Was I being fake or am I being smart?
Thinkin' with my head 'cause I got no heart
Walk with faith but I'm clutchin' on the rod
they gon' go, all I gotta do is nod (go)
I'm out of place (why you say that?)
I can't vibe with the hate (at all)
Nigga might shoot his brother in the face (that's crazy)
On a dirty money chase, what part of the game?

I motivated the streets (you saw)
Now you act like you don't know (God, be my witness)
With the lowest numbers in the city (what?)
My trap don't need a promo (they comin')
Better not put no cut on my product (don't do that)
Stay with that pure (yeah), only that raw (woo)
That nigga right there is not us (ain't gang)
Last thing I heard, he spoke to the law (informant)
What part of the game is that? (What part?)
What part of the game? (What part of the game?)
What part of the game is that? (Let me know)
What part of the game? (Ayy, can you tell me?)
What part of the game is that? (What part?)
What part of the game? (Man, I don't know)
What part of the game is that? (It's f*cked up)
What part of the game? (How it go?)

It used to be like when your mans get shot (what?)
You slide on a nigga who did it (ride)
Don't give a f*ck, lay on him, wait in the cut (what?)
Long as you make it a killing (yeah)
Every move was critical (now what?)
Now everything on the internet (crazy)
That's another issue for another song (yeah)
So please don't make me get into that (don't make me do it)
Never go by the rules of a bitch
She gotta accept everything that come with me (what else?)
Never dog out your bitch for a ho off the street
That part of the game right there is free
Gotta play off the plug (what reason?)
It ain't 'bout the money, it's 'bout the relationship (law)
'Cause niggas be f*ckin' up the game
And federales keep on taking shit (damn)
You gotta be ready to bounce back (tell me how)
From a half, bring an ounce back (woo)
If you come up, don't announce that (nope)
Keep it quiet, niggas house rats (shh)
It's part of the game
they do the most for some fame
Put dirt on your name (big facts)
Be ready for whatever this shit bring
Keep a shooter with accurate aim (glaow glaow)

I motivated the streets (you saw)
Now you act like you don't know (God, be my witness)
With the lowest numbers in the city (what?)
My trap don't need a promo (they comin')
Better not put no cut on my product (don't do that)
Stay with that pure (yeah), only that raw (woo)
That nigga right there is not us (ain't gang)
Last thing I heard, he spoke to the law (informant)
What part of the game is that? (What part?)
What part of the game? (What part of the game?)
What part of the game is that? (Let me know)
What part of the game? (Ayy, can you tell me?)
What part of the game is that? (What part?)
What part of the game? (Man, I don't know)
What part of the game is that? (It's f*cked up)
What part of the game? (I need to know)
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Writer: Demario White, Dylan McKinney, Robert Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




4 da Moment

(DrumGod on the beat, beat, beat, beat, beat)

For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight)
I'm really straight, it's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good)
For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now (Miami)
I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now

Bitch, you know it came with a tab on it (with a tab on it)
Let you f*ck a couple times so you could brag on it (brag on it)
Let's keep it real, tell 'em how you blew a bag on it (blew a bag on it)
Buyin' ice, private flights, you blew my ass on it (you blew my ass on it)
Lil' insecure bitch (lil' bitch), you ain't nothin' but a sucker
I was only for the money, old lame ass buster (tired ass)
Tell your ugly baby mama come get her tired baby daddy
I was lyin' 'bout a check, but this lil' dick nigga, you can have him, I'm good (I'm gone)

For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight)
I'm really straight, it's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good)
For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now (no more)
I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now

She be f*ckin' me too, how you gon' say she belong to you?
I'm always on go, but when I'm 'round she don't come home to you (she with me)
When we meet, it's playtime (play)
She like, "Don't leave, stay mine" (stay)
Tight grip on her waistline (what?)
I go deep like baselines (ugh)
These hoes actin' like niggas, now niggas comin' like them (them)
I met her shoppin' in Cali, then flewed her out to the M
You f*ck off, I f*ck off
Just know that that shit go two ways (both ways)
Turn my words against me
She like, "I'm a reflection of you, bae"
F*ckin' to my songs, naked pictures 'cause we grown (grown)
Wherever we located, pop it off, she set the tone
I'm in my bag, you want my bag, I hope you not tryna get on (I ain't with that)
Top me in the car, I miss the head, it make me moan (I still think 'bout it)

For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight)
I'm really straight, it's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good)
For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now (no more)
I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now (hey)

Wanted you from a distance (over there)
Now all I want is distance (go back over there)
For the moment (for the moment)
You was all I wanted (I wanted)
Sexually attracted, got caught in the satisfaction (too throwed off)
For the moment (what?)
You was my lil' action (action, ugh)

(DMac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit, yeah)
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Writer: Demario Dewayne White, Jatavia Johnson, Caresha Brownlee
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Blac Money

Uh, uh, uh, ayy
Ayy, Heavy Bread Camp
Gang, gang
DrumGod
Gang, gang
Hey

Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What)
Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' (Nope)
I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah)
F*ckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted (Ugh)
He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope)
Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah)
Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him (Bitch)
I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah)
She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh)
I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh)
Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static (Hey)

Got a lot of status, capo, I can make it happen (Yeah)
Joes in the hood, they like, "How you made it rappin'?" (How you)
I just bought some choppers, gettin' ready for the static (Brr)
Bad bitch with me, but today, she lookin' ratchet (Ratchet)
She just popped a Xanny, take advantage, make her vanish (Gone)
She like, "Boy, you nasty", yeah, I'm nasty and I'm manish (Yeah)
I just read a text, where you at? No panties
The roof panoramic, skrt, skrt, I just vanished (Gone)
Word around the town, there's money on my top, how? (How)
I'm on the porch in his hood, gettin' chopped now (Now)
All you do is get the head and watch the body drop (F*ck)
FN extend, knock him out his socks (On life)
I took his bitch, gave her back, guess she mad about that
(Guess she mad about that, I don't know, but guess what)
Since he wanna be me
I'ma tell her say my name next time they havin' sex
He curb her (Brr), I can't see no nigga, I'm up in the air
(I'm up in the air, word)
It ain't fair (Nope), you can't find none of that shit a nigga wear
(Kill 'em every time I style)
I'm too rare (Me), forever heartless, too rich to care
(I don't really give a f*ck)
I'm the voice, so they listen, got 'em pullin' up a chair (Listen)
My dick and her was kissin' while I'm pullin' on her hair (Uh)

Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What)
Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' (Nope)
I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah)
F*ckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted (Ugh)
He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope)
Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah)
Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him (Bitch)
I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah)
She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh)
I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh)
Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static (Hey)

Ice on my neck, cold like a 'frigerator (Cold)
Heavy Camp still run it like a generator (Oh)
I don't f*ck with your boyfriend, he been a hater (No)
Only time my niggas talk at the dinner table (Talk)
I'm in the projects, right where they steal the cable
It took a process (Yeah), for me to get some paper (Gang)
I caught a body, you owe me a favor (Bitch)
My lawyer squashed it, then we celebrate it
You know I'm a boss now, you know you lost now
You wanna book a show, you know it cost now
You wanna run to me, I'm in the vault now
I'm with my ex-bitch, who you gon' cross now?
I got niggas in the penitentiary, they locked down
Young niggas lookin' up to me, I'm Pac now
Back then, I was long guns, I'm stock now
Lately, I been sellin' dope, I'm finna stop now

Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What)
Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin' (Nope)
I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah)
F*ckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted (Ugh)
He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope)
Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah)
Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him (Bitch)
I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah)
She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh)
I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh)
Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static (Hey, gang, gang)
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Writer: Demario White, Dylan McKinney, Robert Gullatt, Sammie Benson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Toxic

I ain't even gon' lie, like
This shit hard tryna repair the trust and shit
When I was all in your face, why you ain't say it then?
Wait 'til I leave to send texts and shit

Never know how you feelin', want me to guess it (want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can't leave you 'lone, I'm obsession 'bout your complexion (how you coming?)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (poor connection)

What this is? What we doin'?
All of this arguing, I can't do it
One day you love me, the next day you through with me
Tellin' your friend the shit you gon' do with me
You was my rider, holding it down (yeah)
You was my queen, gave you the crown (true)
When I get back, we can sit down (why?)
Ain't tryna deal with this shit right now (no, hey)
I was ridin' one night, thinkin' 'bout that shit you said (said)
I just looked at your text message, left your shit on read (what it say?)
You just want me in rotation, playin' with my head (what else?)
And you always tryna hide me, ain't no Easter egg (ain't April)
Disrespectful ho, this bitch that we go back and forth (forth)
Then after that we suckin', f*ckin', lovin', makin' noise (ugh)
I let you push the Wraith around because what's mine is yours (straight up)
Sometimes we don't get along, this shit feel like a chore (I don't like it)
I swear you the trillest, I don't know no other
Show me you with me and ride like a shuttle
I put the dick on you and eat you like supper
I hold up your legs and I spread 'em like butter (ugh, I cut her)
Yeah, tell me, just what is we doin'? (Huh?)
I been through some shit, man, I'm ruined (I am)
I'll deal with this when I'm not touring (ooh)
Rollin' up loud, my head in the clouds (head in the air, thinkin' 'bout shit)
Like property, feel like I'm lost and I'm found (it feel like I'm off and I'm on with you)
I kept evolving, you ain't grow (no)
Hoes will go when you say no (so)
When I'm sleep, you scroll and post
You doin' too much, now you doin' the most
Flew you to Cali, out to Miami
When you get home, back unhappy (crazy)
Now you lurkin', lookin' for shit
Tried to slap me, now we jackin'
Leaving is easier said than done
Didn't wanna seem like I left you for dead
I knew you would let that shit go to your head
And say that I changed for the bread
Swear I'm playin' under you with another bitch, man, look, stop it
Comin' like I'm gon' against the grain, tellin' me that I'm oppin'
Lettin' emotions get the best of you when you know how I'm rockin'
Go through way more bad than good, how we let this shit get toxic?

Never know how you feelin', want me to guess it (want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can't leave you 'lone, I'm obsession 'bout your complexion (how you coming?)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (poor connection)
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Writer: Demario White, Robert Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Wat3va Im Wit

Don't ask no questions, just rub my shoulders when I'm under pressure
I'm doin' what your last ass nigga could never
F*ck up the store, blow a bag when I'm with her
What, ever you want you can get it
Ain't with no extra shit, she 'bout her cheddar
Love when I smile, she say it make her wetter
My ride or die she told me it's whatever
You make me better
She with whatever I'm with (might hit us a lick, and f*ck on a bitch)
She with whatever I'm with (we ballin' together, we both gon' assist)
She with whatever I'm with (she ridin' with me, we neva gon' stop)
She with whatever I'm with (ain't worry 'bout no other bitch takin' her spot)

Don't need a pen, this a vocal love letter
I shot my shot at you like a Beretta
See some miss I like and tell you go at her
Why cheat when we can just f*ck her together
Know all my shit but she far from a groupie
Red bone syndrome, bought her some rubies
Hold onto me tight, don't let go or you'll lose me
Got shot by cupid, he must had a UZI (grr)
That Fashion Nova got her lookin' sexy
She don't get what she want, she gon' call me petty
When I walk thru the door she like let me smell it
Put it in her belly, every time we sexin', ugh (ugh)
Okay (okay)
Eat on me like I'm an entree (right now)
We in the car, it a fourway (seatback)
Pussy so cold, like a snowday (yeah, yeah)
She the headliner ain't no number two (two)
Do I love her? Shit I think I do (do)
F*ck these hoes, all I want is you (you)
F*ck these hoes, all I want is you (f*ck these hoes)
I'm her type, she like thuggish niggas (me)
Perfect frame, guess I fit the picture (bag)
With what I'm with, like a gang member
She don't fight my bitch, she gon' hang with us

Don't ask no questions, just rub my shoulders when I'm under pressure
I'm doin' what your last ass nigga could never
F*ck up the store, blow a bag when I'm with her
What, ever you want you can get it
Ain't with no extra shit, she 'bout her cheddar
Love when I smile, she say it make her wetter
My ride or die she told me it's whatever
You make me better
She with whatever I'm with (might hit us a lick, and f*ck on a bitch)
She with whatever I'm with (we ballin' together, we both gon' assist)
She with whatever I'm with (she ridin' with me, we neva gon' stop)
She with whatever I'm with (ain't worry 'bout no other bitch takin' her spot)

Yeah (yeah)
Body goals, like you fell outta heaven
I like to gas you up, 7/11
Lookin' someethin' like a snack and a beverage
Take what I'm offering, just like a reverend
Say she don't care none 'bout my status (nope)
I'm in charge and she understand it
Not a stick shift, she automatic (skrrt)
Drive a Benz and she rock a Patek
If a nigga ain't right she gon' put it in my ear
And she hate it when I pull up, f*ck on it, disappear
So familiar with my scent, she can smell it when I'm near
And you know she locked in, tryna watch me shed a tear
All that talkin' tough, we ain't on that shit (nope)
My lil' gangsta she a pistol whip a nigga bitch
More realer than these niggas, she don't play this shit
Tell her something, she gon' do it now

Don't ask no questions, just rub my shoulders when I'm under pressure
I'm doin' what your last ass nigga could never
F*ck up the store, blow a bag when I'm with her
What, ever you want you can get it
Ain't with no extra shit, she 'bout her cheddar
Love when I smile, she say it make her wetter
My ride or die she told me it's whatever
You make me better
She with whatever I'm with (might hit us a lick, and f*ck on a bitch)
She with whatever I'm with (we ballin' together, we both gon' assist)
She with whatever I'm with (she ridin' with me, we neva gon' stop)
She with whatever I'm with (ain't worry 'bout no other bitch takin' her spot)

Yeah
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Writer: Demario White, Dylan McKinney, Robert Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Headstrong

Money, what's happenin'?
Yung Lan on the track
Poured up in this bitch with my brother Bagg, you heard me?
Pressure

I was wrong, I was dead wrong
Good heart but my head strong
Tryna make somebody be
Everything I wanted them to be
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don't see in me
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don't see in me
Stayed down and I weathered the storm
Needed helping hands, couldn't get an arm
I expected them to move how I would if I was in they shoes
Weigh the options 'fore you choose
Save in case you gotta pay some dues
Now I got more to lose
But still got everything to prove (Hey)

Life's short but the bread long
Loving hard had my head gone
Streets hot, 'bout to head home
Watch your mouth, that's a fed phone
Look how far I came, I bust down the clock (Watch)
The roof panoramic, I'm tryna see the top
I dropped a lil' change to get rid of opps
I flooded the block when they thought I wouldn't pop (Woo)
Treat 'em how they treat you, had to learn (Learn)
They was selfish, whole time, I was sharin' (Yeah)
Showin' love but got hate in return (Damn)
Now I'm heartless and I stand on it firm
(I done seen it all with this money, no lie)
First I lost it once, then I got it twice
You was broke like me, watch how advice
You can't live mine, go get you a life (Hey)

I was wrong, I was dead wrong
Good heart but my head strong
Tryna make somebody be
Everything I wanted them to be
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don't see in me
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don't see in me
Stayed down and I weathered the storm
Needed helping hands, couldn't get an arm
I expected them to move how I would if I was in they shoes
Weigh the options 'fore you choose
Save in case you gotta pay some dues
Now I got more to lose
But still got everything to prove (Hey)

Thinkin' back, I'm a veteran now
No recollection of settling down
Life term came with pedalin' brown
Coppin' them squares and I'm sellin' 'em 'round
Give you a picture, we smiling, we giggling
Never was lookin' for sexual benefits
Made a lil' traction, in love with the energy
Cafe con leche, don't care, we got chemistry
We in the Porsche, booty, of course
Slim in her waist, cute in her face
Her nigga press hate, be hatin' on Gates
I don't got feelings, I married the game
I feel like I'd rather have it this way
Went got me a bag and I'm having my way
Gaining weight, got my bread long
I know you miss me, your head gone

I was wrong, I was dead wrong
Good heart but my head strong
Tryna make somebody be
Everything I wanted them to be
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don't see in me
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don't see in me
Stayed down and I weathered the storm
Needed helping hands, couldn't get an arm
I expected them to move how I would if I was in they shoes
Weigh the options 'fore you choose
Save in case you gotta pay some dues
Now I got more to lose
But still got everything to prove (Hey)
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Writer: Demario White, Kevin Gates, Milan Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Word 4 Word

I started out small (Small), now I'm worth a couple digits
Same nigga from the trenches, ain't shit change but my image (nothin')

Ay you know sometimes you just writin'
Smokin' and reflectin' at the same time
Thinkin' 'bout the past, the present, the future
Talkin' to yourself, word 4 word
(Ayy, facts)

True it was bad, but could've been worse
I'm ridin' a Hellcat, not a hearse
Took over at home, then jumped off the curb
Now all of my shows, they word 4 word (how you was?)
Broke so long, thought I was cursed (yeah, I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh)
I got some profit off my pain (I'm up)
You hear the hurt in every verse (ayy, listen)
Every once in a while, I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (motivate me)
Every once in a while, I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (where I come from)
Don't really talk to the mother of my child but we f*ck every once in a while (you know how it is)
I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial, we talk every once in a while (word 4 word)

He came thru for me before I was famous, Dan Joe was trappin' on Cambridge (I remember)
Don't get it f*cked up when I say I'm heartless, that do not mean that I'm painless
Mike got in the feds for slangin' birds gone forever but that ain't what he deserved
Told him hold up his head, here go some bread
He said: "Bro, I feel dead.", that's word 4 word
If you made out the trenches then celebrate (made it out, then toast up)
You know you doin' some right whenever they hella hate (you on they ass I heard)
Killin' the game, boostin' up the murder rate, kill 'em with kindness send 'em to better a place
Every once in awhile I just meditate, might have to run this back let it marinate (rewind)
Is only so much of the f*ckery, that a young nigga can take (so much I can handle)
I'm thinkin' more learnin' and knowin' that most of this shit I heard fake (this shit be fugazi)
How you gon' up and say I'm not one hunnid, you ate off my plate (you ate from my table)
Tryna convince me to crash, I never go for the bait (I can't do that)

True it was bad, but could've been worse
I'm ridin' a Hellcat, not a hearse
Took over at home, then jumped off the curb
Now all of my shows, they word 4 word (how you was?)
Broke so long, thought I was cursed (yeah, I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh)
I got some profit off my pain (I'm up)
You hear the hurt in every verse (ayy, listen)
Every once in a while, I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (motivate me)
Every once in a while, I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (where I come from)
Don't really talk to the mother of my child but we f*ck every once in a while (you know how it is)
I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial, we talk every once in a while (word 4 word)

Had to lift up my self like the weed do
Told a couple people: "I don't need you" (I don't)
You ain't in my way nigga, you see-through (where you at?)
Never seen the struggle, we ain't equal (not the same)
Bitch walk around the house, hollering at new nigga me
She say that shit just to trigger me
Say she can't deal with me, don't give a f*ck if you don't (why?)
Still can f*ck when I want
Told all my niggas time to boss up (boss up)
If your feet ain't planted you get crossed out (crossed out)
No jewelry today, put the floss up (put up)
Don't they seen the ghost when I walked up (couldn't believe it)
Gotta fight to live when you in that field (real shit)
I feel for the killer, now who got killed?
I'm smokin' a blunt, talkin' to the mirror (why?)
It's the only thing that can see me clearly (hey)

True it was bad, but could've been worse
I'm ridin' a Hellcat, not a hearse
Took over at home, then jumped off the curb
Now all of my shows, they word 4 word (How you was?)
Broke so long, thought I was cursed (yeah, I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh)
I got some profit off my pain (I'm up)
You hear the hurt in every verse (ayy, listen)
Every once in a while, I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (motivate me)
Every once in a while, I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (where I come from)
Don't really talk to the mother of my child but we f*ck every once in a while (you know how it is)
I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial, we talk every once in a while (word 4 word)

Drum God
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Writer: Demario White, Robert Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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Performed By: Moneybagg Yo
Released: May 24th, 2019
Year: 2019

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