Tell Em Instrumental (Best) - Cochise ft. $NOT

[Intro: Cochise]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
Yo, weh dem a seh?
Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Yeah, uh, yeah
Nigga better turn me, huh
Nigga better turn me, uh, yeah
Nigga better turn me, uh, yeah

[Chorus: Cochise]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Nigga better turn me up, huh
Nigga better turn me up (Yeah)
Nina better turn me up
Nina better turn me up (Yeah)
Nina better turn me up (Yeah)
Nina better turn me up (Huh?)
Nina better turn me up


[Post-Chorus: Cochise]
Up (Yeah), up, up (Yeah), up
Up, up, up (Yeah), up
Up (Huh?), up (Huh?), up (Huh?), up (Huh?)
Up (Yeah), up, up, up, up (Say, yeah)

[Verse 1: Cochise]
Who you foolin'? (Who you foolin'?) What we doin'? (What we doin'?)
Call up bro (Call up bro), what we doin'? (Like, what we doin'?)
Okay, shawty actin' up, I want her friend (Want her friend)
I might pull off (I might pull off) in a Benz (In a Benz)
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on (Tell 'em it's on)
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on (Tell 'em it's on)
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on (Tell 'em it's on)
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on (Bullet!)

[Chorus: Cochise]
Yeah, yeah
Nigga better turn me up (Up)
Nigga better turn me up (Up)
Nina better turn me up (Up)
Nina better turn me up (Up, up)
Nina better turn me up (Up, up)
Nina better turn me up (Up, up)
Nigga better turn me up (Up), let's go

[Verse 2: Cochise]
I told my shawty we lit (Yeah), niggas, they pull up with sticks (Sticks)
Me and my niggas we hip, niggas still making me sick (Sick)
Okay, shawty in my head, uh, I don't do no red
Told her "Hop up in this bed," heard that nigga, he a fed

[Verse 3: $NOT]
Feel it in my system, come into my head (Yeah)
In this life of mine, I just wanna see you dead (Haha)
Making all this money on my boss shit (Yeah)
Yeah, everything I do, I keep a profit (Go, go)
Niggas act like hoes, tryna gossip (Man, what you talkin' about?)
Meet me outside, tryna mosh pit (Bitch)
Bro, I got the stick, tryna blitz shit (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Body on the ground, it's a wig split (Huh?)
Yeah, ride around the town with a coolin' kit (Haha)
Yeah, they can't fuck with me, the choppa hit your block (Fuck)
Talkin' shit, we fuck around and get you popped (Pew, pew, pew-pew-pew)
Yeah, pick him up and throw him, watch his body drop (Hahaha, fuck that nigga)

[Verse 4: Cochise]
Cappin' bout them blicks (Blicks)
Sticks (Sticks), Mitts (Mitts), chips (Chips), dips (Dips)
Whatever (Ever), baby, I'm getting this cheddar (Cheddar)
No, it don't matter the weather (Weather)
I'm in the goal like a header (Header)
I thank God, He made me better (Yeah)
That's your shawty, come and get her (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come and get her (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come and get her (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come and get her (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Turn me up, yeah

[Chorus: Cochise]
Nigga better turn me up (Yeah)
Nigga better turn me up (Yeah)
Nigga better turn me up (Yeah)
Nigga better turn me up (Yeah)

[Outro: Cochise]
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on (Tell 'em it's on)
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on (Tell 'em it's on)
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on (Tell 'em it's on)
Tell 'em, "What's up?" (Tell 'em, "What's up?")
Tell 'em it's on

Tell Em Instrumental

Nothing Changed Instrumental (Best) Quavo & Takeoff

[Takeoff:]
Durel made the beat ima rock with it

[Quavo:]
Yeahhh
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Don't nothing change but the change
We on your head like a bang, bang
All double RRs no range, range
Big stain came with a name, stain
Got all eyes on my game, game
Hundred thousand, kiss the rang, rang
Foreign exchange to change, foreign
Foreign exchange to change, foreign foreign

Running up that's it, run it up
M&Ms, whole tick, whole ticket
Don't mind if I do it I get
I love my brothers I split it, split it
Little Nigga mind your business cause I got some guns they hidden, hidden
Trap out the bando just chopping the chickens and now I'm top of the city, city
Designer mismatching yeah
The money do backflips yeah
I flip the mattress, flipped it
I pop off my glasses
I upped the status
Now she looking like an actress yeah, woo
It's a big ol bag
Now we gonna fuck up magic, yeahhh
And we got a hundred round mag, shoot
To clear out the madness, clear out
I'm the Huncho to my people
And I cannot go out the saddest, nooo
Don't need no money counter cause I think my fingers count the fastest, cash

No I'm not Bruce Wayne but I keep the fire like the dragon, fire
Stacking up loose change and I turned the shit into a mansion, mansion
Brought in a new plane one phone call when we landing, landing
Know where the crew came from the nawfside of the planet, nawfside
She see the new chain she gonna jump right out of her panties, jump out, outta her pantiesss
Before the trap turned golden I was stacking in the pantry, stacking in the pantry
And in Hollywood but the name. I gotta tell em that

Don't nothing change but the change
We on your head like a bang, bang
All double RRs no range, range
Big stain came with a name, stain
Got all eyes on my game, game
Hundred thousand, kiss the rang, rang
Foreign exchange to change, foreign
Foreign exchange to change, foreign foreign

[Takeoff:]
Foreign exchange the chain, chains
Fame came with the change, fame
You get a stripe for a stain, stripe
You bout to crash out your lane, skrtt
The Umbrella outta the rolls royce cullinan,
Know it came with the rain, cullinan
No letterman I've been a veteran
Nigga do anything for a name, anything
When you start getting a little change
Watch how your partners and everything change, change
And when you step foot in that field
Make sure your strapped and make sure you got aim
My niggas shooting to live
I see some niggas they shooting for fame, nahh
They don't know that this shit real
That's how you ended up getting blown out ya brains
The money the cars the chains the fame
I'd give up everything
To see my grandma
Just to see my kinpica
The drug inhale all the pain, no cap
I get you knocked off earth
You play with my body you play with my name, play with it
I wet him up like he surf
If he looking strange I pop at his brain, don't play with me
I'm rocking a watch with no diamonds in it
It cost me a ticket its plain
I put baguettes in a patek what time is it
And It cost me a rolls insane, rolls
I don't post a pic with sticks n shit
That's how the boys get framed, fool
I been assessing since legit lil bitch when they see me they say

[Quavo:]
Don't nothing change but the change
We on your head like a bang, bang
All double RRs no range, range
Big stain came with a name, stain
Got all eyes on my game, game
Hundred thousand, kiss the rang, rang
Foreign exchange to change, foreign
Foreign exchange to change, foreign foreign

nothing changed

California Breeze Instrumental (Best) - Lil Baby

[Intro]
We all want somebody to care for your needs

[Verse 1]
Yeah, made it out the trenches, this type of life I can get used to
Number one on YouTube, private dinner in Malibu
Show you how to work your stick
Ain't nobody gon' handle you
Put you in a Phantom 'cause you my lil' boo
Ready for whatever, I tie up my boots
Everybody goin' the same route, so, I switched up my route
Niggas ain't be what they talkin' 'bout, so, I switched up my crew
Actin' like you love me knowin' it's flaw, so, I'm gon' fake it too
But, that's what I'm supposed to do
Aware of my surroundings, I don't fuck with y'all, don't come around me
"Baby switched up," how that sound? Like a nigga in his feelings
You can't name somethin' I did flaw, I'ma die and breed only the realest
I ain't never worry 'bout another nigga, so, in that case, I'm the biggest
I been trappin' all around the world, my pivots still ain't left the business
She got everything I want, ain't no need to fuck with these bitches
You can go and have a lil' fun, I ain't gon' trip, baby, I get it
Ain't bullshit in this game, wherever this plane land, I'm the littest nigga there
Turn your back on me, I ain't even care
If you need me, I'm still gon' be there
Tell me how the fuck is this shit fair
Switch on who? I went there
Fuck them too, I'm prepared
I run shit, get that clear
Heartbroke, can't drop no tears
Was what it was, is what it is

[Chorus]
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party
End up at the big house
I can't fuck with shawty, 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rarri, hop out like a big dawg
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years out
Bookin' on my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority unfolded, but, I'm still solid

[Verse 2]
I'm still out here, still don't know how to feel about it
Early in the mornin' talkin' to Marquis about it
Wonderin', "Should I let it go, or, we beefin' 'bout it?"
Knowin' that I'll go cold on you for weeks about it
And it weren't that deep, but, that's just how we be with me
I can't lie, she be fuckin' me good, but, girl, you fuck me better
I'm not surprised that you stereotypin' to be a lil' guy
But, if I can have a second of yo' time, try to elevate yo' mind
We can crush 'em on every level, I'm tellin' you
I fell in love with generatin' revenue
I know they gon' try to push you from the top, so, I'm careful
I put niggas under my wing like they my nephew
I'ma give you every piece of game I got when I catch you
I'm just tryna let you feel the breeze with me (Yeah)

[Chorus]
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party
End up at the big house
I can't fuck with shawty, 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rarri, hop out like a big dawg
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years out
Bookin' on my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority unfolded, but, I'm still solid

[Outro]
No, no, no, no
I'm supposed to be gone
But, shit, where I'm gon' go?
Tryna hold it in, I can't let this shit show
It can't be forced, it don't work, let it go
I try to tell you, you act like you know

west coast winds

Aston Martin Truck Instrumental (Best) - Roddy Ricch

Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Scratchin'
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house)
Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
Out in public, with the grip (grip)
All the fans wanna take a pic'
Niggas not on my level, why you mad, I fucked your bitch? (Yeah)
Had to say it 'cause you talkin'
I ain't even tryna rub it in (rub it in)
I'm tryna make another hundrеd million
Figure out how I'm gon' bring my brothers in (yeah)
Madе Marni poppin', we put Marni on our jeans (yeah, yeah)
Niggas on my dick, niggas watchin' my show, tryna see my scene (yeah, yeah)
I been dickin' your bitch, I been dickin' your bitch
I'm the heartbreak king (I'm the heartbreak king)
And you went back and bought another diamond ring (ooh)
I'm about my money, I'm about my cake
I'm about my cream (I'm about my cream)
I keep tellin' you niggas, I'm in love with lean (in love with lean)
Cross on my wrist, ayy, Elliot got me right, stop
I hate my Cullinan, can't fit in a tight spot
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house)
Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house)
Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
I pop my shit, she topless, these niggas ain't stoppin' shit (woo, woo)
I keep a chopstick, don't see no competition (yeah)
I ride in G4, she off a G6 (woo, woo-woo)
Stick to the street code, can't never tell shit (no, no)
I had a ten seats (yeah), ridin' in a Bentley coupe, okay
She was in the Bel-Air crib, okay
Hit it in the bed again, okay
She was like, "Sing for me, " okay
She seen a hit low key, okay
You wanna vent O.T., okay
You wanna be a real rich bitch, okay
She say she wan' live in L.A. (L.A.)
So, I had to show her the city (the city)
She know I'm for really, she know I ain't kiddy
She know I be hangin' with killers (uh-huh)
Had her hangin' with me
Throwin' up Cs, lookin' like one of the members (woo, woo)
I never did pay for the pussy
'Cause that was not on my agenda (no, no)
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house)
Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house)
Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, he put dick in your bitch
How 'bout that?
That's why you're so mad
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
Did you pour champagne on her?
Did you give her a little bit, or a lot of bit?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
I like that song, but I ain't know why I liked it
I really like it now
(Yeah, yeah)
You, bitch, you

aston martin

Lion King On Ice Instrumental (Best) J. Cole

I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove
Uh
Sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in
Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram
It's the land of supply and demand
All my young niggas choppin' up grams
And them choppas, won't pry from they hands
Packin' lead like they got a exam
If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers
They got they eye on your mans
I pray to God that it jam
Too many done died in these parts
So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August
Some nigga won't make it past summer, regardless
I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposit
These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it
Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke
As that nigga who just graduated from college
Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets
I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar
Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler
Just watched her get off at a stop, I'm a coward
Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target
I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it
Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach
Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving
Gotta move mama from out them apartments
Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten
Gotta hit hoes you hang up at your locker
Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton
Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'
Gotta stay me in the process
Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense
I sat 'em down like his father
My nigga asked, "Why you bother?"
We shoulda caught him and mobbed him
I said, "We gotta move smarter"
Don't wan' be the reason for one more sad song
I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long
I hope that you see how they came and they went
They shots never hit but they made their attempts
May have a good year like their name on a blimp
But you know what it take to be poppin' this long
Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life
Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price
Young Simba had a bustdown, yeah, the Lion King on ice
Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice
Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God
Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us?
But that's treacherous, that shows less of us
I need y'all to see every part of me
Every scar and every artery
Every story that I can recall, then I can fall
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
Uh
Lately, I reflect on the times a nigga was low
I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before
I'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be
They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thing to me
Thoughts when I was broke, "If only I could be"
Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thing to me
At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days
Then found the better me, I got my head on straight
Up, up and away, just ridin' my wave
I ain't ever gon' say nothin'
Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names
But never gon' say nothin'
Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin'
I'm never gon' say nothin'
Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check
I'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destined

Lion King On Ice Instrumental (Best) J. Cole

Major Distribution Instrumental (Best)- Drake & 21 Savage

Her Loss 2022

No, No, No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No, No
Major Distribution, Man
My Label On My D*ck, For Real
Fu*king With Your Friend And She Ain’t Tell You
You All Ain’t Sh*t, For Real
I’ve Been Out Here Crushing On Success
Now She My B*tch, For Real
You Say I’m Persuasive, Girl
But You Can’t Spell That Sh*t, For Real

Hmm, Hmm, In This Mansion, I’m Macaulay Culkin
Paid In Full, I’m Mekhi Phifer
Know You’re Tired
We Just Did Dinner For Three Hours
Lying To Me All Night
Buying Benz Benzes Out Of Spite
Paid A Hundred, Ran Up Something Light
Simple Price To Keep Them Out My Life
Booby Trap, We Need A Business Office
Magic City Need A Business Office
Twenty-nine, I Keep A Business Office
I’m In Lovе With Houston, Dallas, Austin
Tell Your Guys To Hold Off On The Team
ChangеD, Seem Like They May Need Money For Coffins
Cuban Girl, A Fan Of Ground Coffee
Text Me On The Signal, Don’t Call Me
Hmm, Hmm, Major Distribution, Labels Call Me
Bad Bunny Numbers, It’s A Robbery
Five-Hundred Million, Just For Aubrey
Hmm, Hmm, Yeah, Major Distribution How I Pop It
Mention Me To Be The Hottest Topic
Same Place You Singing, B*tch, You Shopping

Okay, Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Okay, Okay, Go Stupid, Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Okay

N*gga Tried To Play This Sh*t Light
Play It Cool, Play Me Like I’m Sweet
Fu*king On An Opp N!Gga B*tch
Say She Miss The Golds In My Teeth
4L Sh*t, Know We Stepping
You All Should Get To Funeral Preparing
SF90, This Is Not Mclaren
Make An IG Model Run My Errands
He Gone Miss And We Gone Spin His Parents
Stayed In Houston Long As Steve Francis
Sh00T His Feet, Got Him Doing Dances
Wigging N*ggas Like I Played At Kansas
Ever Seen Somebody Get Sh0T?

Lot Of Sh!T I Seen Before The Top
I Ain’t Tryna Wrestle Like The Rock
Fu*k The Trish, I’d Rather Sip The Wock
Lot Of Things I Do To Stay Alive
Everything Itself A Colored Car
Savage Still Let His Gun Pop
Fox 5 Gang, Get You Knocked
Major Distribution, Labels Calling
Harry Styles Numbers, It’s A Robbery
My N*ggas Go Insane To Catch A Body
We Was Face To Face, You Could’ve Sh0T To Me

Okay, Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Okay, Okay, Go Stupid, Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Go Stupid
Go Stupid, Okay

major distribution beat

Rich Flex Instrumental (Best)- Drake, 21 Savage

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for like ten nigga' to get in, we crump, lit in this bitch, yeah
Know we walk around the world
(Body up, yuh, yuh)
Steppin' not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at
Yeah, get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)
Yeah, 21, the biggest
Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy
21
Can you do sum' for me? (21)
Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)
And 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21)
Drop some bars for my pussy ex to me
And 21 (21), can you do sum' for me? (Yeah)
Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)
21, do your thing, 21, do your thing (21)
Do your thing, 21, do your thing
Yellow diamonds in the watch
This shit cost a lot
Never send a bitch your dot
That's how you get shot
I DM in vanish mode, I do that shit a lot
Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than a plot
All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted
If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'
You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it
I know you on your period, baby, can you suck it?
I'm a savage (21)
Smack her booty and magic (21)
I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet (Pussy)
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get to addin' (Pussy)
Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21)
Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don't call me (21)
Always in my L, your hoe a freak (Fuck)
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got-
All you hoes
All of you hoes need to remember who y'all talking to
It's the Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not working, girl
If I'm busy, then, fuck no
You need to find you someone else to call
When your bank account get low
You need to find you someone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that slaughter gang shit
Ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, slaughter gang shit
Ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what a nigga on
Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies clickin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy
Man niggas seein' me, I'm young money CMB
I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB
The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PnB
I'm steady pushing P, you niggas pushing PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, when world was doing BNE
We revvin' up and goin' on a run like the DMC
I later wait a full couple days then its "BRB!"
You rappers like askin' if I fucked when you know we did
When you know we did
She came in heels, but she left out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin every twenty-four like Kobe did
Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P the 8's
Swear this shit is getting ate, I'm on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate
Fifty one divisions stay patrolling when it's late
21 my addy so the knife is on the gate
All the dogs eating off a BACARA plate
Niggas see Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet, that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy
Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy
Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy
(Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy)
(And you got 'em)
Boy, look, you the motherfucking man
Boy, you, ooh, you is the man, yeah man!

Rich Flex
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rich flex

Papi's Home Instrumental (Best)- Drake / Certified Lover Boy

Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
(With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes)
Don't worry
(See your mother raised a fine young man)
Daddy's home
(And I know I missed so much of your life)
Turn me up (Mario)
Yeah
Niggas know they need to stop
I'm standing at the top, that's how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over when we drop
Ayy, drop
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
Y'all niggas not poppin'
Fuck her, then she goin' shoppin'
Whoa, I'm runnin' out of opps
They're runnin' out of options
Put 'em up for adoption
Sign my name on the dot
Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
I'm in the bank thinkin', "Poor you"
I'm in New York goin' Jon Chetrit
Supermodels and they all sexy
Lock the door to the bathroom 'cause they doin' something that is not Pepsi
I'm just pourin' up the shots
I remember that I told you I miss you, that was kinda like a mass text
I remember that I told I loved you, that was really in the past tense
I remember that I told you I get your true fears, that I get around
Mentioned havin' us a kid, 42 hit, I tend to kid around
Yeah, on Benedict with the top down
Shorties out here gettin' knocked down
City coming off a lockdown
Rap niggas doing weak features for a pop artist 'cause they popped down
Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now
You know how I'm rocking now
YM forever
Big owl, big birds forever
Don't make me go get your mama to talk to you
'Cause if he gotta get your motherfuckin' mama to talk to you
You know what I'm sayin', I'ma bring that motherfuckin' big switch out
At this point, I'ma start collectin' child support the opposite way
You gotta pay me to keep my motherfuckin' son, hahahaha
Look at me
(Take a real good look at me)
Don't turn away
(Don't you turn away like I did my son)
Look me in the eyes, junior
(I'm making no more promises)
For real
I'm trying to find the word to say
Daddy's home
Daddy's home (don't you know)
Daddy's home (said, your daddy's back home)
Yeah
Daddy's home (for every birthday that I missed)
Wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends (start right here, right now)
If you wanna be my dad again (said, my only son)
We've got to start all over, be friends (can you look at me?)
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, that's it
Showtime
Something's happened to me, bro
Hahaha

back home

"Superhero (Heroes & Villains)"

Yeah, yeah, two
Metro
Yeah, yeah
Drinking dope, turn me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Hit that pill, turn me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Boominati, turn me to a superhero, yeah (Metro)
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

I'm on that dope again, I'm on that flow again
Switched up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it)
Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah

Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King in the streets, young nigga made
Spraying on a crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't having problems, I'm sipping a bar
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket and shoot at your broad
Do you sum' nasty, roll you in a 'gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow
I put that brand new Rollie on your arm
Ain't moving slow when I'm skrrting on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw
Step up the swag when I step on a broad

Two and a half, ooh, that's the cheapest one
Been stacking these hundreds up, like coupons
Told you forever never again, upper echelon
I get to stacking up, I'm untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
When I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
Tic-Tac-Toe, kill another vulture
Selling them bowls, bitch do yoga
I deserve an award, serving these boulders
A hundred grand large when I shop, that's the total
Fill up the garage, bitch, I'm a mogul
Ain't no facade, ain't no fugaze
I jump it off, I get paid
Drop top Royce, I'm going crazy
I push off, smoking on haze
Not tryna floss, Cartier shades

Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King in the streets, young nigga made
Spraying on a crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't having problems, I'm sipping a bar
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket and shoot at your broad
Do you sum' nasty, roll you in a 'gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new rollie tomorrow
I put that brand new rollie on your arm
Ain't moving slow when I'm skrrting on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw
Step up the swag when I step on a broad

Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero
Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
Soon as you up, these niggas wanna bring you down
The weight of the world sit on my shoulders, hold the crown
I ain't got a cape so I can't save you now
Niggas wanna hate (Yeah)
They'd rather see you drown (Yeah)
And the world keep spinnin'
Like I'm the only one in it (Am I the only one? Why?)
They don't wanna see you winnin' (No, no, no, no)
So who's really the villain? (Yeah, ooh)
Who's the villain? Who's the villain?
Live long enough to see yourself become a villain

superhero beat

Kill Bill Instrumental - SZA (Best)

I'm still a fan, even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, now you happy
Hate to see you happy, if I'm not the one driving
I'm so mature, I'm so mature
I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one should
I might
I might kill my ex, not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?
I might kill my ex, I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
This text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence
I try to ration with you, no morals or crimes of passion, but damn
You was out of reach
You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in the basement, planning home invasion
Now you laying face-down, got me singing over a beat
I'm so mature, I'm so mature
I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one will
Uh (uh)
I might kill my ex, not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?
I might kill my ex, I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
I did it all for love (love)
I did it all on no drugs (drugs)
I did all of this sober
I did it all for us, oh
I did it all for love (love)
I did it all of this on no drugs (drugs)
I did all of this sober
Don't you know I did it all for us? (I'll kill your ex tonight)
Uh, I just killed my ex (my ex)
Not the best idea (idea)
Killed his girlfriend next, how'd I get here?
I just killed my ex (my ex)
I still love him, though (I do)
Rather be in Hell than alone

kill bill beat

I dont not own this song.  Just a beat remake and helping people vibe.

Me And You Instrumental - Central Cee (Best)

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright

[Verse 1]
Look, your love's a contagious feelin'
Real is rare, it's harder to come by, you're an endangered species on top of the food chain
Don't post where wе eat, they're prayin' to see mе
Well educated, good vocab, when I don't understand, she explain the meanin'
Look, I gotta rearrange the sequence, uh
You say that you're too young for a baby, I get that, so I just pay the abortion
I'm protectin' my heart as well, so I understand that you're takin' precaution
Lonely, like I was raised as an orphan
I got paper, now they say that I'm important
Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dortmund
Private plane, that's normal
Pilates class, you can work on your abs, Bahamas trip and snorkel
Find out how deep is your love
I won't give you a reason to cut
Buy you the Porsche, twin-turbo exhaust
What's mine is yours, not "Me," it's "Us"
Alright

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright

[Verse 2]
You don't need me, it's true, uh, I guess
But you'll reap the rewards if you see this through, alright
Like the fact that you ain't slept with no idiot yutes, uh, trust
Your girls on WhatsApp bitchin', I beg you just leave that group, huh
They don't know what we been through
I'll send you a car, just jump in, if you're busy we can reschedule, uh
I know that your mum's gonna hear this, so I don't wanna be sexual
But you make me feel like a young boy again, horny like a teen at school
Uh, I beg you be reasonable
Whether it's public or on a low
My behaviour ain't tolerable, the way that you're acting's honourable
I don't wanna feel like I'm botherin' you
So let me know if I invade your space
When I said that my bitch was gay, I didn't mean that shit in a degradin' way
Uh, alright

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (Me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
(Put—) Put you on the 'Gram, now they wanna take pics like (Me and you)
They wanna take trips like (Yeah, yeah, yeah), alright

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Me And You Instrumental - Central Cee (Best)

Garden 1.4

demo - 8.10 rhodes

explain

Sad Pony
Aye, yeah
BNYX
I need someone to be patient with me
Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look
They don't even need to be as famous as me
I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be
But deep down I think about you all day, mami
I know I'm a pitbull, but dale, mami
I just wanna take you on a holiday, mami
Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, mami
Come and rescue me (whoa)
Take me out the club (what?), take me out the trap (whoa)
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a
Come and rescue me
Take me out the club, take me out the trap
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap
I didn't come this far, just to come this far
And not be happy, okay, that's fair, remember that
You didn't come this far, just to come this far
Yep, I saw it on the internet
I don't really know how to confess my love
Really seein' that God wanna test my love for you
Don't know how to express my love
That's why I American Express my love for you
I need you, yeah, I really do
Tell me what to do (okay)
Tell me what to do (okay)
Tell me what to do
All I know is hit the mall
And see what damage I could do (okay)
I give you the world
But there's other planets too, and
I need someone to be patient with me
Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look
They don't even need to be as famous as me
I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be
But deep down I think about you all day, mami
I know I'm a pitbull, but dale, mami
I just wanna take you on a holiday, mami
Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, mami
Come and rescue me (whoa)
Take me out the club (what?), take me out the trap (whoa)
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a
Come and rescue me
Take me out the club, take me out the trap
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap
Come and rescue me (whoa)
Take me out the club (what?), take me out the trap (whoa)
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a
Man, I'm tryna hit the (aye, what)
Don't hit me up and WYD me baby, nah
Send a boy a P-I-C or see me, baby, damn
Okay, now we talkin', yeah, okay, now we talkin', yeah
Okay, now we talkin', yeah, when we talk you gotta listen
I don't wanna go missin', I wanna be consistent
Not a opposition side
Put you in, I won't put you in
That fucked up position, I
I need someone to be patient with me
Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look
They don't even need to be as famous as me
I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be
But deep down I think about you all day, mami
I know I'm a pitbull, but dale, mami
I just wanna take you on a holiday, mami
Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, mami
Come and rescue me (whoa)
Take me out the club (what?), take me out the trap (whoa)
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a
Come and rescue me
Take me out the club, take me out the trap
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap

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search + rescue

Keep the bitch jump, uh-uh
Keep it on jump, uh-uh (jump)
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump
I caught it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, I beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When the car's lit, better call in
She done popped all out, she done called twin
I done went too spazzed out, I put the raw in
I done hit the strip club and spent a tall ten
Lil' shawty off the Clicquot
She been comin' hot just like a heat stroke (heat stroke)
I could see you lurkin' through the peephole
I'm stackin' different money, type of C notes (C notes)
I'm talkin' C notes, nigga, hit C notes
You spend what you want and you get what you want
I guess you got what you wanted
You're hittin' the pole and you give it your all
Now, you keepin' it honest (Yeah)
It's too many nights I went nameless
It's too many nights I went famous
It's too many nights I went brainless
Sayin', "Uh-uh-uh-uh" (yeah)
Let's get drunk, uh-uh
Keep the bitch jump, uh-uh
Keep the bitch jump, uh-uh (jump)
Keep the
I caught it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, I beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
You made a hundred and you fall back
Need you on a call back
Knowin' that you're all that, bae
Oh, it's two-hundred on your dashboard
Stampin' out your passport
Ask me if I'm really okay
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You spend what you want and you get what you want
I guess you got what you wanted
You're hittin' the pole and you give it your all
Now, you keepin' it honest (yeah)
It's too many nights I went nameless
It's too many nights I went famous
It's too many nights I went brainless
Sayin', "Uh-uh-uh-uh" (yeah)
Let's get drunk, uh-uh
Keep it on jump, uh-uh (jump)
Keep it on jump, uh-uh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on jump, uh-uh)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on jump, uh-uh)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on jump, uh-uh)
Ooh-ooh (haha)
Bottega Veneta whenever you ride with me
It ain't like I'm askin' you to ride for free
From trappin' to rappin', need to be proud of me (proud of me)
Pack out the studio and throw parties (throw parties)
Money comin' too fast, I can't slow it (I can't slow it)
Feel like I'm runnin' from my past, I can't slow down
Too many nights, 'bout to crash (skrrt)
Now I'm buyin' the foreigns, all cash
I can't slow down

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Too Many Nights Instrumental - Future & Metro Boomin (Best)

"Need Me"

I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is

Aye Ronio, run it up

I keep my day goin', I keep my bitch straight
Say that she want Casamigos, it's a lit night
The whole hood tryna slide, so the list tight
She bad, so she get by easy
She said she don't need you, she said that she need me
I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji
Eye for an eye, I could treat you how you treat me
Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty

New lane, cuttin' it, Usain, runnin' it
Big blunt, bunnin' it, lifestyle, covered it
I was on my shit and you actin' like you ain't noticed
I was makin' moves and you actin' like you ain't showed this, yeah
I ain't with the drama, tell me who we cuttin' off
The same ho you beefin' 'bout, yeah, she got nothin' on
And no, you not my glo, so I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
At all, these niggas know what I been on

Slide on my lonely, gas by the OZ
I don't got no OG, nowadays I'm OT
Oh, you say you like that, oh, you gotta show me
Tired of bitches actin' like they know me
Movin' like Montana, might as well call Tony
I got two hoes, might as well call brodie
She said, "Tryna ski with me?" No, I don't get nosey
Keep a couple B's with me, how I'm movin' mostly

I keep my day goin', I keep my bitch straight
Say that she want Casamigos, it's a lit night
The whole hood tryna slide, so the list tight
She bad, so she get by easy
She said she don't need you, she said that she need me
I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji
Eye for an eye, I could treat you how you treat me
Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty

I keep my day goin', I keep my bitch straight
Say that she want Casamigos, it's a lit night
The whole hood tryna slide, so the list tight
She bad, so she get by easy
She said she don't need you, she said that she need me
I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji
Eye for an eye, I could treat you how you treat me
Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty

She said she don't need you
I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji
She said she don't need you
Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty
She said she don't need you
I can make it splash, yeah, that's that water, Fiji
She said she don't need you
Lie for a lie, I could show you it get beasty

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need me

"Fight The Feeling" (Instrumental)- Rod Wave

Look, oh, woah
Uh, okay

Women, how'd you get so good at hiding your feelings?
Pretending, pretending you're fine when really you're bending
You can't keep patching up your pain taking shots at the bar
Know exactly how you feel, I know what's in your heart
Young nigga came a long way with so many scars
Finally found a brighter day from being lost in the dark
But she don't wanna hear that tonight (Oh no)
Play something that's feeling right (Oh no)
She tryna get lit tonight (Oh no)
Get lost in the city lights (Oh no)
Her heart still broken but she's in denial
She need her grandmama to watch her child
Her make-up covers up her broken smile
You're livin' on lies, hurtin' inside but she's outside

So get your hair did, put your clothes on
Tell the DJ to play your song (Play your song)
Tryna fight the feeling, but she never finished healing
Now you in the middle of the club, trying not to cry to a love song
In the middle of the club, trying not to cry to a love song, woah
To a love song, woah, to a love song
Now you in the middle of the club, trying not to cry to a love song
To a love song (Uh, to a love song)
To a love song, to a love song
Now you in the middle of the club, trying not to cry to a love song
To a love song (To a love song, oh)
To a love song (To a love song, yeah)
Ayy, yeah, oh

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demo

Pelle Coat (Instrumental) - Lil Durk

They scared to come outside
I know why, because they dyin' for sure
2010, winter time, Pelle on, I gotta match the coat
Shared a room with my cousin, I snuck and told him I had a gun
I do believe in my spirits, can't hop on a Spirit, that flight too long
YouTube niggas tryna paint a picture of me, it never last too long
Not too much on violence, but, nigga, I'm silent, but, nigga, I'm glad you gone
If you got a name and you stand on business, you can't be the first to fold
Bro got a body, but brodie got four bodies, he the first to told
On my back is a burden, bro in the car and I did it on purpose
They in Suburbans, bro in the Track' and he hopped on the curb then
Brodie moved back 'cause brodie started lackin' just off his girlfriend
I was stackin', had to sleep on the mattress, nigga, I ain't perfect
Take him out to slide, he can't even focus, thinkin' what his girl did
I can't even lie and I love the guys and we make the world spin
On the jail call, but we still risk it 'cause it gotta merge in
Never post the guns that's really involved 'cause they lurkin'
Where I'm from, you don't get old, I know some killers that told
I know secrets that nobody know, pray for me, I'm on the road
Give it all up for my bros
When you keepin' your mouth closed, ain't nobody gettin' exposed

They scared to come outside
I know they is, but niggas scared to pop out for days
Back in the day when it was seven-fifty minimum wage
I was bad, mama sent me to Michigan to get out the way
I ain't know what to say, I knew he was dead when they put out the tape
That shit was a shame, he died right in front of me, auntie say I'm a snake
I ain't mention lil' bro name, Ciara said I'm strange
Auntie [?] lost her daughter, called my phone back, I ain't know what to say
Ask the kids for visits, they mamas never did it like I'm the one who be playin'
See, brodie, that was my mans, but he let him get in his head, what I'm sayin'
Like how I'ma sacrifice Von? I'm the only nigga reached for his hand
Like why lie like I ain't give up money for the funeral? I'm like, "Damn"
I ain't see his kids yet, same time they probably believe what they hearin'
I ain't makin' statements for the whole case, like how I'ma tell on my mans?
They ain't never have enough evidence, tell 'em free Zoo out that can
I call Fat Fat to talk to the kids, I don't think Son-Son know that he dead
Life insurance money, whole lot of Ms
So when I'm dead they'll never miss meals
I don't know why they hate me so much
Got it back from revenge, so what?
Why they lie on my name so much?
Why I be with the gang so much?
Why they do it for the fame so much?
Keep tellin' him, "Slide," he ain't on nothin'
Keep tellin' him, "Slide," he ain't on nothin'

They scared to come outside
Niggas be lyin' on blogs to get up some views
Fell out with every one 'cause his son called, asked a nigga for shoes
I was outside movin' and forgot, I ain't tryna make an excuse
Tried to tell Varney that I forgot about him 'cause he still in the zoo
Could've been came around, I was in therapy, wasn't tryna front my move
Like I don't wanna fuck 'cause you bro mama, I'm just thinkin' it through
I fucked one time, I told Wukaduk 'cause I think it's cool
A lot of people in the trenches say they hate me, shit, I hate you too, uh
I send money to jails, I send money for funerals
Even though they goin' to hell for all them niggas they killed
You know I'm part of my brother 'nem forever ever, ever, I'm goin' to hell
You know I'm part of my brother 'nem, I'm never ever, ever gon' tell
Like why I'ma have a baby on my bitch? I'm different, I'm not crazy
Man, brodie died 'cause he beat up a goofy, man, this shit nothin' 'bout Asian
Why you praisin' niggas who told on brodie 'nem? Man, you niggas too crazy

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"Our 25th Birthday"
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you

[Central Cee:]
Look
We elevated, we don't have to trap harder
Now my back garden same size as Battersea Park
I ain't puttin' no suit and tie on, I turned down the Met Gala
Mum kicked me out, to be fair, I was beefin' my step father
I put her on first class, would've thought I was Jack Harlow
Look, I was eatin' beans out the tin, now it's avocados
I'm in Cape Town, roof down, playin' Amapiano
Dave got nine in the Sprinter, I'm tryna pack the Viano
I park wherever I want, like fuck a ticket inspector
I'm your typical rapper, fuckin' bitches, my pleasure
Money, hoes and the clothes, I got plenty kicks in my dresser
My akhs still in the trap on the 25th of December
That girl is a hoe, but I won't judge, 'cause I'm a slag as well
Spend a couple bills on Aperol Spritz up in Bagatelle
Put food on the scale and hit the strip if the rappin' fails
I was OT, I was bashin' over brazzers
Think I'm bougie, I ain't pressin' girls in Fashion Nova dresses
Arguin' my ex, goin' back and forth over texts
Baby, I won't lie, if you're mine, I'm over-possesive
Bro, smokin' until the roach, I was stressin'
Collect my tears, you can fill a pool, I'm breaststrokin' it
I started gettin' used to the mice, I just stepped over them
At the BFA, I knew they'd hate the dress code I'm in
Two kilogram chain and it's makin' my neck swole a bit
My youngin got caught with the crack, he's tapped 'cause he swallowed it
Keep the shoes intact, had to give 'em back 'cause I borrowed them
Made it out the hood, I might go enroll to a college
And get a uni degree, just to show my mum that I'm sorry
For all the times she was settin' them rules I never obeyed
New crib come with a chef and a maid
Get hit at a close range, that's if you're over the gate
Retire now, be rich the rest of my days

[Kamal.:]
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you
Maybe I'm cynical
Maybe you feel it all too
Love is conditional
Love could go missin' on you

[Dave:]
Yeah
Elevation, forever patient
I've been on my Seven Nation Army ting, Ferrari with the white stripes
No lullabies inna' my life
This turbulence rock a nigga to sleep in my night flights
My life's like I'm doin' the most
But I still feel like I ain't doin' enough, I don't know who I can trust
If I'm buyin' Chanel bags for these women that I don't like
Then just imagine what I'm doin' for the women I love
Red Cheeks whenever I'm with strippers, that shit just look like a clown face
I tell a nigga cut to the clout chase
Bein' broke, I can feel that, mummy had to squeeze into the flats
Like she was borrowin' some shoes and her heels snapped
I gotta put dollars on pages, no religion in the trap
It's Creed III, feel like I'm Jonathan Majors
Before I got it on stages, I got it in stages
I'm Ivan Toney the way they watchin' my wages
You fat fucker, made five K, it's just me and my black cutter
These chains two kilos, should be workin' with black butter
Festivals, I'm makin' five mill' on a bad summer
My summer's are good, never mind
Women doin' CRB checks on a search engine, I can't catch no breaks
So many ways to die, you think we're goin' off old age?
I ain't goin' off a women addiction
I got body dysmorphia, a figure addiction, uh
Our bread different, don't lie on my name
My tax seven-eight-seven like I'm flyin' a nigga
Don't even worry, I done dropped tears
Took a loss, had to drop tiers, made it all back and hit the top tier
For eight years, Good Mornin' Britain, I had to change peers
Rocky Balboa, different fights and the same stares
Cars like drinks, don't leave them unattended in Mayfair
For times I couldn't cover the train fare
It's Oysters, the Oyster Perpetual, the women incredible
The work's seminal, had to change my number on a low, I'm too accessible

birthday instrumental

(Metro)

[Swae Lee:]
I just came to my senses (Yeah)
I just stayed in another dimension
Fear is non-existent
Suit up and swing through the city (Ooh)
Annihilate, I'm wide awake, be very afraid (Afraid)
I'm in my own world, give me space
I'm in my own universe, give me space (Yeah)

[Lil Wayne:]
Weezy Carter, I'm 'bout to go Peter Parker
I'm Spider-Man, if he ain't me, he just a creepy caller
Tunechi spark the lighter, pull up in a new Ferrari spider
Spider web necklace with the diamonds
She'll turn to Spider-Woman if I bite her
I will not go back and forth with you
I see you got the black widow with you
You should've had a black hero with you
I get an opp-arachnophobia
I've been litty since I flicked the lighter
Since I was an itsy bitsy spider
They've been tryna wash the spider out
I got spiders crawlin' out your mouth, Spider-Verse

[Swae Lee:]
I just came to my senses (Yeah)
I just stayed in another dimension
Fear is non-existent
Suit up and swing through the city (Ooh)
Annihilate, I'm wide awake, be very afraid (Afraid)
I'm in my own world, give me space
I'm in my own universe, give me space (Yeah)

[Offset:]
I'm focused, I'm focused (focused)
I'm chosen, I'm golden (Golden)
I'm stronger, on missions, ain't no foldin', a soldier (Soldier)
My vision persistent, I took the game, it's over (It's over)
I made a name, it's global (It's global), my enemy pass over (Hey)
I took the way to the top, I had to learn to be smart (Smart)
I had to move with my heart, keepin' my eyes on the part
'Cause it get evil and dark (Evil and dark)
When it come to my opponents
I know how to beat 'em, I know to defeat 'em (Hey)
Livin' my life by the moment
Somebody callin', somebody gon' need 'em

[Swae Lee:]
I just came to my senses (Yeah)
I just stayed in another dimension
Fear is non-existent
Suit up and swing through the city (Ooh)
Annihilate, I'm wide awake, be very afraid (Afraid)
I'm in my own world, give me space
I'm in my own universe, give me space (Yeah)

Okay, we bounce and shake, we roll and rock
I got to set it straight, the block is hot
Something's come over me, I hit unlock
And tell my enemies "I'll never stop"
No, no, nothing can shake me now
Tell the block I made it now
Yeah, the whole town is talking out
I swear, nothing can stop me now
All this, boosting all my senses
I won't start, but I finished
I shoot my shot, bet I won't miss it
Only way to go is go the distance
Nothing can shake me now
Nothin' can break me down
Tell the whole town, we popping now
Nothin' can shake me now

[Shameik Moore (Hailee Steinfeld):]
M.W.A. Music
This is unbelievable
(This is the lobby)
Oh
(Welcome to Spider Society)

Annihilate (HQ Instrumental) Metro Boomin, Swae Lee, Lil Wayne & Offset

I was just thinkin' 'bout the times I was hard-headed
Thought it was right all along, I was misled
All this weight on my back feelin' so heavy
These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war-ready
I had to bake cake for the boy 'cause he playin' petty
I was so focused on the top and I'm still at it
They try to provoke me to stop, no, I won't, damn it
They want me to go back to the block, no, no, no
I done gained a whole lot of more opps, now I'm home
Niggas' nose all in mine, don't know how to mind they own
Twenty-three and one, how you feel when you alone?
That's four walls talkin' to you, tellin' you you gone (Tellin' you you gone)
Only I done cried 'cause this feelin' for my bro (King Slime)
And you know my mind, you done watched that nigga grow (Watched that nigga grow)
Know you hearin' the lies that your lil' brother might fold (Gunna Wunna)
Yeah, I had popped out, but don't let 'em say I told
No, I ain't you lil' boys, I'ma show you that I'm grown
Bulletproof the big toys, let me show you how we roll
Old niggas in my business, had to tell 'em tuck they nose
You wack niggas can't get with this, I'm one hundred for sure (One hundred for sure)

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh

I was just thinkin' 'bout the shit I could avoid
Can't afford shit 'til I make it on the Forbes
Lotta shit I did, niggas weren't there to say I start
I never crossed lines, all I did was play my part
I ain't sign for a dime, to my name, I had a quarter
Just at like twenty-five and didn't have it all in order
Niggas think I'm indicted, don't know that I'm immortal
No, I ain't need no brown, but I'm back like at the Carter
I just been gettin' high, I don't never wan' be sober
She say she gon' ride, so I got her the big Rover
Young Gunna gettin' wiser, don't ever think it's over
We done cut off ties and I gave 'em the cold shoulder
I swear this life'll mold you (Oh)
Right the fuck back on, I know it's been a minute
Bought a new wardrobe, bitches sayin' a nigga skinny
Pockets still, uh, chubby, Lord knows I gotta get it
I'll tell you this time around, they gon' hate it when they against it

Oh, yeah (They gon' hate it when they against it)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh

thinking

Uzi (Yeah)
Pink Tape
Lil Uzi
(Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)
Yeah

I sold my soul for Chrome Heart mixed with Carhartt (What?)
Yes, I'm splashin' in fashion, I can't take no loss (Loss)
I rock Junya on wannabes, I got no heart (Heart)
I put Endless to denim on rims on my car (Skrrt, woah)
I got a Republican doctor (Yeah)
Make my ass great again, MAGA (Woah)
Know you mad now, enchilada
When bitches test me, it get messy like soccer
I sold my soul for Chrome Heart mixed with Carhartt (Woah)
Yes, I'm splashin' in fashion, I can't take no loss
I rock Junya on wannabes, I got no heart (No wannabe)
I put Endless to denim on rims on my car (Skrrt)
I got a Republican doctor (Ah)
Make my ass great again, MAGA
Bitch, don't make me whack you, pasta
I'm number one, you could only be dolce, Gabbana

I got a Chinese girl, yeah, she from Shanghai (Ni hao)
She goes to Parsons in New York, got good eye
I know I love her, only saw her two times
I met her at Dover Street Market, good eye

Ayo, even if my name was Natalie, none these bitches still couldn't chin-check me
That's word to Chanel, it ain't nothin' to see, bitches on TV channelin' me
Harajuku Barbie, Roman Zolanski, from Red Ruby to Chun-Li
I put door knocker earrings in Fendi (Oh), then stamped the trench coat Burberry
Where the C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N? Don't see any (Oop)
Sittin' in the stars under city lights (City lights)
Baby daddy tell me I got pretty eyes (Pretty eyes)
Bitches only eatin' when I dust crumbs (Dust crumbs)
I stay with that Uzi, I'm his plus one (Oop)
I was really in the field with Karl Lager' (Oop), now it's Heaven campaigns (R.I.P.)
Check in with Dapper Dan when I'm in Harlem
My niggas'll blow like Virgil
I got that duffel (Heard you), mm
Ooh
Everything we do, you motherfuckers do it too
Heavy on it, tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick too
Everything we do, do, do, do, do

These rappers can't dress, yeah, they just be hatin'
I never ratted, but got all the statements
Stopped wearing Kapital 'cause it got basic
I still wear Kapital, Uzi, stop fakin'
I used to wear more Number (N)ine than Asians
I mix the Greg Lauren, purple label
My closet too cluttered, clothes on my table
We wore that Vlone 'til it turned faded

Yeah, I'm the reason why niggas wear them Goyard bags (Yeah)
It was niggas doing it, but I brought that shit to the hood (I started that shit)
And I made that shit all good (I started that shit)
They stalkin' my swag, stalkin' my swag

I sold my soul for Chrome Heart mixed with Carhartt (Woah)
Yes, I'm splashin' in fashion, I can't take no loss
I rock Junya on wannabes, I got no heart
I put Endless to denim on rims on my car (Skrrt)
I sold my soul for Chrome Heart mixed with Carhartt (Yes)
Yes, I'm splashin' in fashion, I can't take no loss (No)
I rock Junya on wannabes, I got no heart
I put Endless to denim on rims on my car

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