not my Beat.Only my lyrics.
 Cover for Drake 9 from Nallalujah's mixtape "Imma Do that"

Lyrics below:

Pull up fresher than my grandmama when she in church 
Fits be killin hoes I invested in a hearse 
Me and you together when we floss and shine it hurts 
Yeah I hear em talkin I got two hands and they work 
Nah man we not humble we promote ourselves full throttle 
Drop my name in every song you can call me myx moscato 
What you see is what you get just like when you cop ciroc bottles 
Nah im not a model 
But on 3 I still say cheese 
while I’m holding all these bands full of ones I won’t lie

Check back in a year and there'll be 0’s behind 
Manifest my future so put that on rewind 
Check back in a year and there'll be zeros behind 

Told me I’m too unpredictable, a weird mix yet sublime 
 just like fried tofu and wine
Unexpected but he’ll try 
 ride a nigga to confusion both hands up like a ride 
But this the adult kind only real niggas can ride 
And if you afraid of heights, better toss it out the window
Cause I’m always on top and nah that ain’t no innuendo 
It’s a fact 
Yell it for my haters in back 
Bitch im always on top, waiting for you with a bat 
Name ain’t Lucille but don’t let it land a crack 
Join the walking dead, be the leader of that pack 
Asking me what I got on well come I’ll show you the rack
In my uzi voice I be like yeah“that’s a rack” 
Cut it out sis, always actin, clack it’s a wrap
and stop draggin in ya'll, that aint beauty its mac 
they stock your face on the rack 
but see my skin shade 
chocolatier than rocherre got a nigga wishing he could unwrap me 
laughing at the silly boppers thinking they surpass me 
i drop one verse and it eviscerates your whole EP 
now in case you don’t know who i be 
my name is hallelujah reppin down south to the NYC

yeah
if they want flows imma do that 
if they need goals imma show that 
if they talking flows imma match that 

yeah, talk to me 
if they want style imma show that 
bitches in denial but they know that 
aint nobody fuckin with me 

I done had some moments where weak knees
had me second guessing should i stay or should i go 
but i prayed for light years ahead and with godspeed 
all the negativity went out and in came growth 
then i had to look at my surroundings and peep if 
all the energy encompassing had a clean flow
pulling blues that serve me out the box like a meeseeks
sing a little erykah and keep going on and on 

on and on and on 
till the next hurdle, almost said battle but I’m rewiring 
how i look at obstacles 
tired of fighting so instead I’m jumping over my competition 
wait a second ring ring 
destiny is calling with a reading 
showing me my future self where I see smiles and true healing 
and behind that what the world offers out in bling bling 
if this was a match id be the victor at the last ding 


yeah, Imma do that 
with full force run through that 
If you was the target I’m the bullet 
yeah,
straight ruthless 
piss me off the grin turn toothless
(get the temper so fast)
everybody knows where the truth at 
and aint nobody fuckin with me

Imma do that

"I do not own the rights to this music"
not my Beat.Only my lyrics.

Men been whilin since BC women ain’t new to this game 
Told my best friend a slap a day will keep a side bitch in her place 
Bad girl Nalla got a real rap nigga seeking out the lord like Mase 
No pride if you need a song writer yeah holla my name (Nallalujah)

Course I’m bout that money what the fuck is you on 
Silly hoes y’all out here trickin for some chucky cheese coins 
I ain’t never stressed nothing to no nigga I'm grown 
Been about 100 years since I checked for street lights 
And don’t tell me I look like no chocolate bar, I’d rather look like the diamond factory 
Thought it was stars when I dropped my hand and flashed my jewelry 
Hold that applause This is light work that's the gag
Ain't even cop it, yeah a nigga went and dropped his bag
how can you blame him, I'm so pretty I don't never ask
I get what I want, what's the price, go ahead cut the tag
Show up to your party slaying oyu even hella  cas(ual)
All this Fire burning down the booth, now they hella mad
Both hands on my ears to my haters screaming nah nah nah
Play the right song and I might drop down and shake this ass



Drop drop drop down don't stop
Shake this ass 

Ladies naw no more excuses 
What y’all want me to say
You could cry yourself to sleep or fight another day 
Stop the raw doggin if he only has dog ways 
Let him Treat you like a bitch and he’ll confine you to a cage 
Flip the page it’s a new decade, show em you got range 
Tell me not to challenge ya or you’ll dodge  off like you were built part challenger 
Only get involved deeply with men with mental balance up  
Don’t commit to no man if you feel you haven’t found yourself 
Free to be, free to grow your own brand it’s the common wealth 
Hit em with the golden rule 
I’ll treat you how you treat me 
So when you wake up six feet under don’t be shocked cuz now ya see Ya eating the dirt you threw in me 
While I’m somewhere shakin this ass

Shake this ass

"I do not own the rights to this music"
not my Beat.Only my lyrics.

I’m taking flights to rich nigga only cities 
nah I aint bringin id with me 
in case squad get caught with the ounce time to bounce yelling dip out like a party 
next door they been getting rowdy 
Let these vacation vibes commence
No we don’t want no gentlemen
These niggas betta suck us off like mints


Yell it out ANYTHING YOU CAN I CAN DO BETTER 
throwing threats well surprise I can get gutter
Dropping lines like oh my you won’t find better 
Lookin ass nigga you was wrong like you report weather 
pulled from the hip with a flick of his wrist thought he took a pic swore i saw a flash. 
he said "naw its just the drip"
 Don’t stand in front me straight shining
Make me wanna twerk something for the real king of diamonds
and you got a lil rythm too okay black footloose, I see you 
can I get served in the boom boom room 
omarion aint got shit 
aaaa sss aaa
He said let me record ya as I put you in a  knot 
aaa ss
only twist out tutorial that  imma watch 
ahh ahh 
but now you turned me off uh playa time stop 
Only got me out cuz you mentioned lil something bout a yacht 
and you liking that I’m thicker than your plot 

But I’m bout to fly to rich nigga only cities 
nah I aint bringin id with me 
Just in case squad get caught with the ounce time to bounce yelling dip out like a party 
vacation vibes but still on the fence 
if he start actin like he bent 
this pussy recalling water like flint 
 
I’m bout to ride with my sis all through city 
niggas asking is it end times 
cuz he done seen two angels glowing from all angles like we rep the fenty line 
And I'm bout to right with my sis all through your city niggas asking is it end days
cuz when we got our hands on our knees  all chicks fade away each finger with a ring rocking stones like its endgames

Pop make it pop
(Make it shake like Jelly)

End Times

"I do not own the rights to this music"
not my Beat.Only my lyrics.

I’ve been a blessing 
To Niggas who have been lessons 
Treatin my love like a trampoline 
Backflip on foundations

But I moved on 
Still fine, still fly full of cockiness 
Like the next nigga gonna play on me will be when God calling and he sends death 

Oo it me
Smoking all that good weed
Prolly chefin at 3am just to feed my munchies
Pass me the paperwork since we talking money 
Either way a bitch gon catch a bag soon as she use ink 
Oh no please don’t get me tight you know Im whilin out 
Yes I play that judge and jury so nah we can't talk it out 
Money don’t do nothing for you, lying nigga shut ya mouth
Bet you if I you threw three stacks your way then you would walk it out 
Ya'll know that these lyrics be, stronger than the stallions knees 
Like a dog in summertime lil bitch you gon’ feel this heat 
Believe me 
Now Edit your list of prayers for your fall asleep 
And ask the based god who his favorite angel be 

He gon say
Nallalujah 


 I’m unbothered indeed 
ya favorite black hottie 
on a private lil boat twerking turning up to city girls 
woo he wanna buss me down knock yourself out I concur 
But stop talking that lovey dove shit in my ear
one night only sir nah I’m not your dream girl 
think you got it in the bag I turn into a nightmare 
This the year of women we been bout it but now every move is surgical
really expansive views on the horizon,movin vertical 
Ex nigga told me my burn was too slow, cut me sideways like heroes nigga used to be my hero now he Anakin 
Dead to me someone alert the next of kin
Sorry to the goofy bitch who openly defended him but  

I've been a blessing to niggas that have been lessons
treating my love like trampolines backflipping on foundations but I moved on
 ladies please don't waste your time holding breath 
trust you’ll reach the roads end, waiting for boys to be men
Yeah

Roads End

"I do not own the rights to this music"
Not my beat, only my lyrics

Ain’t just gettin in formation 
Im getting information 
Out that nigga phone If he lying to my face him
Telling me I got it wrong changing like a station 
Every time I reach to press him it’s a different tune that’s playing 
I’m like wow (come on now) what you think I’m stupid 
Think I’m lulled by fairytales, think I’m in a trance from Cupid 
Ain’t no man on this planet taking Nallalujah for granted 
I dip out quick and Leave your mental fucking slanted 

Now I’m out here spreading my wings 
Over mountains over seas 
Kamahameha these niggas
Let me walk alone in peace 
I don’t take no ex’s back 
Once we done we done believe me 
Know my face reads kind
but I cut off niggas easy be easy
All those lonely hoes that yap
Don’t let sza get you slapped 
My man is my man is my man heard that’s my man too straight facts 
Till I let him out my grip 
Keep my name off your lips
Or I better not hear shit when I pull up to ya crib 


Yeah 
What’s the deal with all these lil boys 
Making promises that they can’t keep like us women aint humans
Like we don’t deserve respect 
Need to stay in the dark 
Like all them lies don’t come to light when we get matches to spark 
And burn down the crib 
After we deface the whip
Tell us violence is unnecessary 
So was this shit 
You dish out bullshit 
Then get mad when we hold the mirror up 
Ask it whose the fairest "not you nigga you ugly as fuck"  

My my my 
Now come look me in the eye 
Wanna tell me all my wrongs
But dismiss how you were vile
Wanna tell me I should change 
But won’t admit you’re a lame 
And rather try to break my break spirit 
Than to man up and take blame 

To that hoe who played the back 
girl watch sza get you slapped 
My man was my man is my man well was my man too straight facts 
But now I let him out my grip 
Now your name is on my list
And I don't want to hear shit when I pull up to the crib 
Nah

These bitches think they so slick and all these fake ass men they be a whole 
Waste

Waste Man

"I do not own the rights to this music"
not my Beat.Only my lyrics.

Ah ah hoe what up 
Skirted up keep that same energy you had  on Ig when you see me
Happy vday boo my gift to you, a private screening
Cuz no one else can hear the bells when your ears are ringing 
Since you like to play games 
yes I got a kicker 
me and little sis cut up
 we the real life scissor sisters 
Put these red boots on
And I press it on your neck 
your arm pinned behind you back
Wow now we’re playing twister
Everyone should chase their dreams but  if it’s beating me me you on drugs
Told that bitch to shoot for the stars and then I started losing blood 
Never mind aim low,  slowed the blood flow and Sold it off as wine to some creep freaks
2020 taking no L’s aggressive poppin to freakaleek 



And imma 
keep this money up YUP 
Hit that Soulja boy YUP 
Heisman on a scrub 
Nah im not the baddest but I’m badder than you yup
And naw I’m not the toughest yet I’m straddling you yup

Let’s switch the topic, next 



vibes in this bitch 
I entered now it’s lit
the chicks be so attached to a wall
like they possessed by trump and shit
me and my girls we in the center going off but we don’t touch the ground now  thats some hood rat mess
i said what I said and said it with my chest 
you looking hella vexed in that pretty girl dress 
uh, I’m sorry , I said this year imma chill 
but it’s inate it’s in my blood you’d think I’m poppin petty pills 
here ye, here ye 2020 Ima let these fake artists live
but it’s on God I swear Imma snap if I meet another 
“That seems easy, imma take a shot at that”
 insecure mufucka who tryna seem cooler than they are 
invite you over for a jam session and string you up with my guitar 
Music  a sacred act no more to be said 
y’all be spitting trash searching for some bread 
to quote the too live cleotrapaback, stop playing wit it and that’s on wax I’m out