Rapsody – Chrome (Like Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You gotta a shot youngin’, you ain’t gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
Who your leader and where y’all going? My army big enough carry a boeing’
Ride off to the Lox
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin’ thru my knots
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
Dirt on my name, boy I’m way too smart
Chest full of a pride don’t mean nothin’ without heart
One life to live so you gotta make a mark
West side told one thang, don’t never rock wit marks
I only rock wit mark, that’s my lil brother
That’s the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
I really play the game y’all commentate behind doors
Don’t never say my name cuz it might end yours
I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest
Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord
Ain’t got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
A few in my crew flew the coop
The day I fly the coupe I’ll probably get woop woop’d
Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin’
Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
Synesthetic, know everybody won’t GET it
I’m patient though, no wonder they regret it

[Chorus]
When I ooh
Pull up in the coupe
When the chrome coming?
It’s coming in June
When the chrome coming?
It’s coming in June
Ooh, ooh

[Bridge]
Pull up on em
Naw, hold pull back
Don’t show all your cards
They ain’t worth that
Spoon feed these niggas
Baby teeth these nigga
Who they teethin’ on?
Me, my nigga

[Verse 2]
Chrome been spinning on my mind
Hair, face new outfit, I’m fine
Trips round the world wit homies we all flyin’
Everything they say ain’t gospel, lames lie
Boys always taught don’t cry, but need to cry
I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride
Ride wit me homie, ain’t nothing to hold the wheel
When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal
Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills
I got family, I got stress, got success and bills
Good God!
Put 20 inches on the axle
We cop them classic ol’ thangs in the Hill like Axel
Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you
Ridin’ Shotgun, sittin askew
On the straight narrow
I called up mama up
Told her ‘bout my summer reign
She thought ‘bout Carl Thomas
I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis
Must be real to get these honors
That’s why they put G’s on us

[Outro]
I’m Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
I’m Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real

Mir Fontane – This Life

[Verse 1]
You used to be my baby but lately I can’t stand you
How you do me wrong, do me dirty, then act brand new
I don’t care about ya new nigga, he a fan too
Putting up your guard when I really understand you
I know you want wedding rings and diamonds
Racks in ya Chanel bag, heart eyes in your comments
Girl, I can make it alright like Carl Thomas
Lemme change your life, can’t you see the youngin’ shining
I knew I would be rich before these labels tried to sign me
I just stick to weed cause Lean just make a nigga groggy
Used to be a broke boy, now these haters wanna rob me
Niggas aiming at my meatball, guess I’m just too saucy
$outh$ide. $outh$ide. $outh$ide
That’s exactly where you’ll find me
I done seen that dope turn a bad bitch into a zombie
Yo’ girl vegetarian but stay on my salami
Niggas throwing shots, what’s local buzz to a tsunami

[Chorus]
This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
It ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody
Girl, This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
Man, this shit ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
I don’t give a fuck about yo’ squad or where you came from
I just spit that crack, I spit that coke like I’m Rick James’ son
I got funny feelings, funny feelings ‘bout these new guys
Last time that I wasn’t 10 toes down I got 2-timed
I come from the side where they shoot and don’t care who dies
Fuck yo’ crew size, I seen niggas switch a few times
Pick ‘n choose sides, you got drive but don’t know who ride
I might be poolside getting high like a balloon ride
I switch the flow when I wanna, pussy, money, marijuana
I still got juice like Arizona, I ain’t gotta stand on no corner
Remember when they killed my nigga, got me scared to pick the phone up
Since a child I’ve been a grown-up, the city cold, wipe ya nose up
Aye, but I’m from the ends, I learned it all on the ends
Yeah, said we better as friends, girl now we not even friends
But you know just where you can find me, look at my bitch that’s a body
I got them hits like karate, you ain’t really believe me when I said:

[Chorus]
This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
It ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody
Girl, This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
Man, this shit ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, yeah yeah