Tsss
It's getting hot in here
Huh
So take off all yo clothes
Huh
More shots want 5 or 4
Huh
Hot girl from 504
Huh
Swim good baby I'm gone float
Huh
One drink let's dive right in
Huh
Bang bang 
I want all yo smoke
Shu shu shu 
Gang gang baby I just hope you
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Oh you a live one
I know that only fans paying more than yo job does
She said that stripper shit barely paying for college
Stop tryna get in my head
You know I got knowledge
You like my body but criticizing my milage 
You know my momma got some problems 
That the Tylenol ain't neva solving
What I look like working one job 
And I'm tryna be the bitch that's poppin
Is that how you look at me 
Cuz my sugar daddy got it
I don't get paid to look a hot mess 
Do you got it
Wouldn't be tricking if niggas wasn't treating
Via wallet
This ain't no mutha fucking Cabo Bob's 
I'm going to Cabo
If this the type of shit das in yo shell
Then eat a taco
How did we get here
I don't hate yo ass 
I just don't like this type of convo
You about to blow it like yo candle stick on stocks
I was really tryna get some time to get to know yo mind
Why you art niggas always so sensitive all the time
Are you confused or afraid to lose 
Or am I just another muse to you
Smacking her lips 
Pat on my back she said do you boo
And no I'm not just anybody
I was really that somebody tryna fuck wit you
It's getting hot in here
Huh
So take off all yo clothes
Huh
More shots want 5 or 4
Huh
Hot girl from 504
Huh
Swim good baby I'm gone float
Huh
One drink let's dive right in
Huh
Bang bang 
I want all yo smoke
Shu shu shu 
Gang gang baby I just hope you
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
You see what we not finna do
Is not talk bout how you always think it's a op in the room
CPR I was just tryna breathe some life into you
That's the last time I'm smacking my lips 
She said
Do you boo
I was on yo team since Quarantine
Egg rolls showed up
I ain't even order these
Maybe you just got too comfortable over t-i-m-e
Or feel like I'm attacking you
Why is we battling 
I don't think you one of deez hoes that be bopping
You know my phone on why you callin me out
How is it that you don't know you ruler yet
It's Romeo and Julliet
Before you go and ruin dat
The only flag I see is red
You made ya bed you lay in dat
I think I overrated that
My nigga tried to make a bet
If I ain't right then make a left
Crashed ya lil Mercedes Benz
Now it's finally making sense
I ain't tryna pay the rent
One in a milla 
Wanted to give up
Wanted to fill up
I'm not a kneeler 
I'm not Shaquilla 
Just want the bill up
I'm not a Chauncey 
You don't need a nigga anyway
You need the money
Funny
Don't make this harder then it has to be
It's safe to say
I'm safe you underrated me 
I forfeit 
Ain't nobody playing no one no more
It's getting hot in here
Huh
So take off all yo clothes
Huh
More shots want 5 or 4
Huh
Hot girl from 504
Huh
Swim good baby I'm gone float
Huh
One drink let's dive right in
Huh
Bang bang 
I want all yo smoke
Shu shu shu 
Gang gang baby I just hope you
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody
Tell me are you that somebody
I hope that you're not for everybody

504 - prod by Arza

Aye 
Try to be anything but predictable
I didn't want the cookies 
Wanted to lick the bowl
Haa haa
I was just a lil different nigga
Right meant left to me
1 plus 1 equaled 3 to me 
Different calculations
Darker races can't be racist 
Conversations complicated
Conscious caved in
Not my native
I was raised in 8th letter 
5th letter L-L
The fuck nigga?
Aye
We been waiting for you a while 
Aboriginal child 
Golden wit your morale
Eating off yo plate 
Fuck you keep goin to Golden Coral 
Your new years starts in March 
That's when Marcus Garvey was round
Yeah nigga but a lot of things changed since then 
When they say home of the brave 
They ain't talking bout yo mutha fuckin ass
Land of the free 
Where?
Bitch I'll
Baba booey nigga
Hallelujah Hallelujah 
Hologram yo Hollywood and pop up in yo momma hood
Like bottles and the bibles do it 
How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to grow?
That's some surface level ass shit
That's how we keep a nigga down
If it look like shit 
It prolly is shit 
It prolly smells like shit 
You in some shit 
And you don't know 
What mutha fucking shit to clean first
Rise and shine through it all
Nigga rise and shine through it all
Shine through it all
Shine through it all 
Imma wait in my space ship
I'm tired of being basic
I'm tired of being the iPhone 5 
I'm on the 108th one 
The reverse of yo brains blown out 
I'm tryna push this shit forward
I'm not tryna always makes sense 
As much as I'm tryna make you feel something 
How y'all not sick of the same stories 
Weight on yo neck what them chains doing 
Stayed on yo neck that was out of respect
For the sake of greatness and this Hip Hop
Far from yo J. Cole and Kendrick
Andre 9000 that's homage
Tryna do better but I still want Cadillac seats
Color butter like Amish 
Niggas not buying designer
We buying they last names 
That's how that slave shit playing nowadays 
So it's either it's me or Dior 
We don't belong here
Yeah
Stop telling niggas to go back to Afrika 
When niggas already been here
And we ain't finna leave
Aborigine 
Originator
Big Chief bitch
When California was Queen Califia 
Golden state wars
We not imports
Look at all the bullshit we been through
So called beef wit you know who
Every time you look up at a star that's proof
Who you gon' call
God is you

The iPhone 108 - prod by Arza

Pnb - prod by Y2

United States Of Africa - Prod by Scorpio

99 - Prod by Dame

RIP & Hennessy - Prod by Dame

American Gods (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson 

Now do you see yourself?
Is this
Is this how you still see yourself?
Sheep
Only happy endings make a fairy tale my nigga
Bigger fish a bigger killing never down size nigga
Demolition not convicted so they bout it bout it nigga
Spot the villain burn the village nigga listen not a nickle
This some get it by the ceiling
Not some Nickelodeon shit
This a book baby sitter she gon' flip and let me rent it
This a been around the building business
Fuck a circle Rent-a-center
Nightmare to your ten percent
Adrenaline adrenaline
Holy Ghost who need the smoke
We keep a stogy fuck the shit
Dot'cha dome Moroccan shit
Clean up that red carpet quick
We don't pledge allegiance
Take a knee or let the doctor stitch
Monsters demons we was heathans
Teachers preachers hard to reach us
Pay for guns but scars are free
Vodka shots are not for me
All my friends on t-shirts need more research popped as usually
Karma back like tax return
Got passed that life like ash in urn
Walking dead so cash concerned
Red dot'cho death bed mattress firm
Gods and Kings stairway to G's
Doorbell broke who knocking now
#quarantine ain't Muslim won't talk to pigs
Who watching now?
Dare care closed betta get cha kid
All them bags my Christmas list
Boy meets world lil boy turned bitch
M-oney talk but won't say shit
That's the one you call your king?
Pay for snakes we fuck for free
Price went down that's passed around
You d-i-e we deities
Ether being
Promised Ki
K-i-d my royalty
Black magic three sixes bitch
Crystalized my crucifix
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
Way too late to save us
(Gratata)
Way too late to save us
(Gratata)
Way too late to save us
(Gratata)
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
(Gratatatatatata)
We ain't getting enlisted
Fuck yo tradition
Convict accomplice you history
Go on slit ya wrist
And cut cha throat
Raised by the trillest
Streets no tuition
Guns liquor
Holy water sippa
Fuck Pigley Wigley
Barbacoa
Turn that cop to coroner
We in concert Mack performing Pop
Scammas, drankstas, gangstas
Seeds for farmers only drugs in stock
We ain't paying attention we just pimpin'
Peep them hoes we got
We don't know religion
Cross a nigga quickest way to God
Only thang we saving is them court dates for the baby mom
Smokers just like Roku for the low he keep the cable on
We don't need the Wifi password
We just need the neighbors gone
Give and take
If we ain't makin' money then we taking some
It's way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
Way too late to save us
(Gratata)
Way too late to save us
(Gratata)
Way too late to save us
(Gratata)
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
(Gratatatatatata)

God face.

American Gods - prod by Kodactivity

Cue The Drummer (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson & T.F

(Y2 Verse)
Yea
Bitch I'm still the shit
End of story P.S
Still got haters pissed
P'n on em E-S
Dm from yo E-X
Still on dick Y-E-S
All these dubs I'm D-F
Stripes like I'm R-E-F
Run my shit like Forrest Gump
You can't sit sit here
Cut like ch-ch-chia
Shots off bli-bli-blia
Every year my year
Bitch make room Ikea
On yo head Chiquita
Her hips don't like Shakira
Got my B-A-G up
Blew that shit like T.F
My name in yo mouth
That brand new green scope look like mouthwash
On tour til I'm back then turn that so called beef to flautas
Wet up yo lil function wit my Misses since you Doubt fire
Get some kitties for these niggas bitch a hoe is a hoe
Keep a funky cold me-nina watch ya Tone wit my Loc
We were young and reckless stretch it
Pyrex ova the stove
Momma praying for me daily can we save him?
Nope
That's a big gun innit
Ridin wit tha 50
Smoke he's a hippie
One Mississippi
No Ricky Ricky
Six sixty sixty
Happened to my baby?
Boy come get cho Auntie
One way in
No way out
Aye
Fucced up Six Six
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
We ain't playing games withcoo
Do I look like a kid?
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi

(T.F Verse)
Give tha drummer some I'm talkin bout that gratatata
Broad day it's accapella then that gratatata
They off them baccwoods down dem bacc streets
In the back of that Lac
They in that long sleeve but they short sleeves got em
Reppin they Tatts
Becuz it's no way out
Keep in Skanless bitch ain't no looking bacc
Aye look
If niggas want some smoke you know it come wit tha Yac
And all my niggas alcoholics we throw shot after shot
Hey look it's one way in
Once you in
Bitch it's kill or be killed
Been to the top been to the bottom
Seen the best of both worlds
Got cinnabun on tha Choppa you know that drum got the swirl
That bitch go raaa
That's the drum roll
Head lined up like 1 Oak
Bread in loafs like Kolos
Push horse OT Polo
Wrist buss down that's dolo
Blood stains all on bankroll
Bitch get yo shit beat up
Bitch who made this beat tho
Killa

(Y2)
Bitch a hoe is a hoe
Keep a funky cold me-nina watch ya Tone wit my Loc
We were young and reckless stretch it
Pyrex ova the stove
Momma praying for me daily can we save him?
Nope
That's a big gun innit
Ridin wit tha 50
Smoke he's a hippie
One Mississippi
No Ricky Ricky
Six sixty sixty
Happened to my baby?
Boy come get cho Auntie
One way in
No way out
Aye
Fucced up Six Six
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
We ain't playing games withcoo
Do I look like a kid?
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi

Cue The Drummer (feat. T.F) - prod by scorpio prodz

Listen Linda (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson

Look I was suitable
Casual Mona Lisa
Police pull up
How beautiful
Get it ten four this is
Getting crucial conflict
Touché nonsense nauseous nonchalant
You know that croutons don’t always taste
Good in salads
If that’s your truth then that’s your truth is what they all say
So this my truth fuck what y’all say
And they say
You make the bed that you sleep in
I’m hardly in mines on weekends
I take my demons to deacons and hire housekeeping
I looked you in the eye
Rotten fruit in the pie
Not the coolest of pilots
You do it in silence
I’m bool off you
I been secluded like pirate
Brand new to surprises
It’s too indescribable
Throw in some vices
Like fries and sprite
With that attitude
After you
Ima need parachutes
Another random
Temper tantrum
Temperature outside is fit for tanning bed
But you choose hammers to my head
Dead
Tripping like two shoes tied
No poo poo fly
Be suicide to stay
I’m good off you like Megan
Could be nice
But you not human kind
You probably monster
Why you always extra
Petty ass pedestrian
We made the bed that we lay in
You found a hair in it later
Was getting ready for Vegas
You wanted housekeeping
Linda listen
Linda listen
Look Linda
Linda
Listen first of all
She my real sister
Linda
Look
Listen Linda
Look
Listen look Linda
Linda
Look
Could’ve had em all
But I really didn’t
Linda
I didn’t
That’s just a housekeeper
I’ll be back around
When you need me most
Try harder we’ll die harder
Who’s Willis
Zip it
Your lips ain’t on exhibit
Poker face
Lord knows who else been dealing
More is less but of course this
World war
Chivalry opens doors
Middle fingers in corner stores
What the fuck for
I don’t tell my own homeboys stories
Or report
Bad match
That part
First of all
We ain’t doing no source awards
Next door neighbors blame us
Pointing fingers now
Why you pointing yours
Pretty long fall from grace
What the fuck you want my social for
No contact
Contracts not for marriage
But for divorce court

Listen Linda - prod by scorpio prodz

No one does
They don't know you like I know you slim
No one does
They don't know you like I know you slim
No one does
They don't know you like I know you slim
Don't be not bringing nothing to the table besides a spilt drink
Don't be the one typing a way
Feeling some type of way cuz we don't link
Stop misreading thangs
We don't see the same
I'll never be the same me
And if I was the same that mean he didn't change
And not growing just not me
Separation best way to have conversation
That's when silence says the most
I don't even want you to recognize me
Doing best from I see it was just time for me to go
I don't see what the problem is we ain't have much in common
Besides commentating on sports
Yea
You don't know me like I know you slim
No ones does
You know a nigga spiritual
I don't need no hoes round me I'm cool
I don't need new niggas, strippers, food
Reminding me that kid surrounded by wolves
I don't need no drink y'all drink it up
You don't see what I see but I've seen enough
Ego telling you "oh he think he too good"
Understatement I'm great what the fuck are you
They don't know you like I know you
No ones does
They don't know you like I know you
Don't think no one does
Don't think no one does
Yuh
Easy on the vodka I was too high off my rocker
Shake it off I was considering doing rehab or a doctor
Put on a God face and all the sudden I'm getting all the offers
I turned em all down felt disrespected and turned it up a notch tho
They never guessed it
I'm far from desperate from clocking in a knot tho
It's a different level invest in self and treat it like a stock tho
Instead of plotting this million
I just exhibited lots of resilience
Sorry for killing it
Sorry not sorry I'm not where you hoped I would be
Where do you build a home for a God?
Nowhere to find me that old shit behind me
That bullshit beneath me I pull up Ca-cow
Couldn't get through to me look how the universe using me
Got it locked you get it now
I know some niggas wit money and I know some niggas wit riches
I'm one of them now
Know I'll go up with the Pacs and the Biggies
And Jimmy's and Nipsey's
You hearing it now

Slim - prod by Arza

I don't know who needs to hear this
You fuckin' up the vibe do not come near me
Don't blow the high we on the ceiling
No peace of mind mo' company for misery
Baby you need to try some Humdelelelelelelelelele
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
Nigga I don't even like the way sage smells
Energy vampire nigga stay in hell
Week and a half ass nigga this is day 12
Fuck is you mad should be mad at cha damn self

(Y2: Verse)
I gotta bone to pick witchoo
Too busy so the shit just slipped my mind
I can't control these things
How many hoes you bringing?
How many niggas you wit?
How many yo niggas bringing niggas?
They prolly got some enemies up in here
But choo ain't thinking' that far ahead or ahead of time
Don't need to be watching my back nigga just pick a better time
How you don't know I'm prolly wit some bitches that we both hit
The last code I ever broke was the one to the safe
Lucky deez niggas wit me is wide awake
I could feel yo energy before you had some shit to say
Felt that shit from miles away
That's why my dreaded nigga had to light a fucking sage
Type of nigga muggin bitches when the hoes round
Nigga sit down chill out we ain't on that
Can't even leave a fuckin' stack around
I should know dat
Must stash it like Borat
Soulja whatchoo call that?

(J Soulja: Verse)
I been noticing
Niggas claiming my circle but don’t roll wit me
I see the hoe in you
I’m the holy me
God body take notes hoe you know dis me
I turned poor into poetry
Hallelujah I’m the one that walk on water
Not a stain on me
They out here tryna make it rain
But watch me reign on you
Baby know me as a ruler
Gave her inches when I meter
All these haters on my dick
It was hard from me the seat her
I'm one to make it shake
Like seizure
And I’m cold on a bitch might freeze ya
I can’t really vibe wit you guys
When I try
It’s line that divides
You and I on top like a dot on a i
Fuck wit mine might result with a dot on ya eye
Real shit all I do is plot guap to the sky
If I fall I’ma land on the sky lil nigga

You fuckin' up the vibe do not come near me
Don't blow the high we on the ceiling
No peace of mind mo' company for misery
Baby you need to try some Humdelelelelelelelelele
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
Nigga I don't even like the way sage smells
Energy vampire nigga stay in hell
Week and a half ass nigga this is day 12
Fuck is you mad should be mad at cha damn self

Listen Linda - prod by scorpio prodz

Y2

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