Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

Earl Sweatshirt – Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
My nigga
Keep faith

[Verse]
Peace to every crease on your brain
Peace to who came before me in the game
We givin’ praise and glory to your name, kid
We cellophane your story so it stays
Since birth mama raised and burped me, I ain’t changed
I’m a man, I’m just saying that I stayed imperfect
Earl is not my name, the world is my domain, kid
Air Max 97, traipse on the pavement
Hair got knotty, let it settle on my face, I
I’ve been eating good you can see it in my tummy
But I’m buggin’, I’ve been spending more money than I’m making
Stuck in Trump Land, watching subtlety decayin’
I ain’t touch a xan, when it-
When it’s time to put my burnt body in a case
Tell my momma I said thank you
Tryna state facts, I’m tryna get through the day
I’ma play it back, I ain’t into showing face, kid

[Segue]
It’s been a minute since I heard applause
It’s been a minute since you seen or heard from me, I’ve been swerving calls
It’s been a minute since I heard applause

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dog
Sometimes I feel like I wanna call it off
I can’t call it, dog
Big dog, finna rip the collar off, uh
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dogs
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it, dogs, ayy

[Outro]
Keep pace, my nigga (Eat paste my nigga)
“Be safe” she said, my nigga
Keep faith, my nigga, (Yeah yeah) ah
Me safe, she safe, keep pace, my nigga (Keep faith)
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace (peace)

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it dog

Action Bronson – 9-24-7000 (feat. Rick Ross)

S**t, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
S**t, man, haha
Smooth, man
I’m a f*ckin’ smooth mover, ughhh.(9-24-7000)

Yo if I didn’t say it’s me you would probably think it’s Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I’m gripped up, hangin’ off my shoulder, f*ck the bullshit
November rain came the same day versuri-lyrics.info
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I’m fishbowlin’ new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It’s me, man.

I’m the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain’t gettin’ no head
You ain’t gettin’ no bread, you ain’t gettin’ no shows
You ain’t gettin’ no dough, you ain’t gettin’ no h**s
Dawg I hit the best of ’em, mothaf*ck the rest of ’em
Well now I’m nestled in the Tesla eatin’ pretzels, haaa?
I should prolly put a wetsuit on
I’ll be right back..

Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo
M-M-M-Maybach Music
I love my rude b*tches, end up as new b*tches
Skippin’ school b*tches, cookin’ me food b*tches
All my niggas down, we lookin’ like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for b*tches who truly digged us
College dormitories, fill ’em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin’
Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
Let him keep totin’ drugs if he willin’ to plead guilty
The star state witness, they’ll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I’m healthy
I’m the label owner, I’m the only one can shelf me, biggest
MMMMaybach Music
Boss.

Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul,
penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay?
What really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain?
Can you or can’t you? Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will?
Seekin’ scripture, hahaaa.

Feels so good – Asap Mob lyrics

Lyrics Asap Mob – Feels so good

I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
f*ck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw blauw)
We smoked out my b*tch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
f*ck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ring.(feels so good)

My diamond’s shining, yours cloudy
Diamond’s ice, play hockey
Lean got me feeling drowsy
Stripper b*tch, she work at Follies
Meet me at the hotel lobby
Air Max, running to the money
You ain’t takin’ nothin’ from me
And I’m gon’ die bout it.

(Focus) From demons, distractions, rollies, reactions, or fame
She probably collapsing her heart over ..
I’m blowing a kiss on the way
Production big, can’t fit on a stage
Too many fans to fit in the crowd
Too many bands to get them on stage
Screwin’ his band, his rhythm on stage
I say in advance so pay in advance
I’m way too advanced to figure him out
I set the bar, don’t give them a break
The bar’s too high to give it a raise
A flow like God so give him a raise
Stones I got I get ’em appraised
Draw my Glock and get him erased
Slow you, God, I give it away.

I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
F*ck out my face versuri-lyrics.info
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank.

Niggarache, new Versace
Sippin sake with my posse
Eat that p***y like hibachi
Leave it wet, that dick Dasani
Salvador Dalí her body
It’s a work of art, you copy?
Nigga, all she do pilates
I go hard, you rappers copy.

Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew.

Niggarache, new Versace
I be mobbin’ with my posse
Stretch that coochie like pilates
I’m gon’ eat it like hibachi
Play no game, no Tamagotchi
Finger froze like Liberace
f*ck that b*tch, I make her knot me
While I rep Trilluminati.

Pally Pal, butter soft, we was in them lobbies
Holla, holla, steady mobbing, only God can stop me
Dolla signs a lot of diamonds, I’m about to sign me
Cop a tommy, yeah the tommy, thousand bands like Fauni
All in the forest, hey, lookin’ for porridge, hey
Ricky in storage
Fresh with the chorus, dressed like a tourist, hey
That’s with the bomber, f*ck up some commas, hey
Glock for the drama
Do what I want, f*ck when I wanna.

Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew.

(Niggarache)
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
(Niggarache)
f*ck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw blauw)
We smoked out my b*tch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
f*ck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ringgg.
Asap Mob lyrics
Video good

Donae’o – Black (feat. Jme & Dizzee Rascal)

[Intro: Donae’o]
Uh
See me
Look
Riddim
Look, man ah wear, man ah wear
Man ah wear black
Yo
Bass
Jheeze
Check, one step, two step, three step
Look, skank, look, yeah
And again, look

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

[Verse 1: Donae’o]
Man ah mek the king kong bangers
Guerrilla warfare, all-year bangers
And when you’re going all hype and savage
What a man don’t know but you’ll soon find
That number one spot comes with baggage
Everybody want a piece of your gassage
Some man are add to your ting
Other man ah cause bare damage
And they say I’m a madman cause I don’t have it
Yeah, I might be a nerd but I back it
And you’re telling people that I’m ratchet
But you never tell people you started the beef
And I had to end it rapid (always the fucking case)
Bare bullies in the industry and they’re willing to test it
And when you don’t back down, that’s a next ting

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

[Verse 2: Jme]
I protect my energy
See me inna Nike shorts and a tee
Used to have the colourful Air Max
Now I’m bussing the black SCs on my feet, like
I protect my energy
Pricks cannot socialise with me
Nowadays, you’ll see me with the same dons
Like man’s playing for Milton Keynes, like
I protect my energy
Hit ’em with the black whip, black tint, black seats
Don’t wanna talk so I stay blacked out
I’m a black male so you can’t blackmail me, like
I protect my energy
So man ah wear what man are seeing on the street
In the manor where it gets peak
So I keep man aware of these tings on the beat, like

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
Yeah, I wear black cause I’m lazy
I wear black cause I’m shady
I wore black on a creep with your lady
Black tints in an all-black Mercedes, getting wavey
A couple man tried play me
I blacked out and went crazy
You can’t phase me
Don’t wanna hear about black man time
If you owe, you better pay me
You better act like you rate me
Don’t wanna be on my blacklist
Don’t wanna see the end of my black fist, I preach what I practice
Don’t get caught in the blackness, better take note
Of the words coming out of my black lips
Looking for a black chick with the fat hips
To bend over and do backflips
She ain’t gotta be an actress
Just know she ain’t seeing the baptist
You’re dealing with Raskit, the fact is

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

Curren$y – Speculation Lyrics

(Intro: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

(Verse 1: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that’s what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cuz them simps don’t compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me
(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It’ll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but whats your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain’t gon suffer, cuz I’m one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid

(Verse 3: Fiend)
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I’m focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain’t even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn’t have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won’t pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups (?)
You could count my chips up

(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the