Under Greek law change, thousands of refugees could soon become homeless

Under Greek law change, thousands of refugees could soon become homeless

The Greek government says it wants to make room for asylum-seekers waiting out their applications in camps on the Greek islands and elsewhere. More than 6,000 refugees are at risk of being evicted and that number will keep growing every month.

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Lydia Emmanouilidou

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Syrian refugee Lama Alnasef holds her 6-month-old son Abdalrahman as her other son Omar looks on in their apartment in Athens, Greece, June 18, 2020.

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When Bouri al-Kaidi and her four young kids got on a boat in Turkey to make the treacherous journey to Greece a few years ago, they had virtually no other choice.

They’re Yazidis — a religious and ethnic minority — from Sinjar in northern Iraq. In 2014, ISIS launched what the United Nations has now recognized as a genocide against Yazidis — murdering, kidnapping and raping thousands.

Kaidi says her own husband was kidnapped by ISIS. To this day, she still doesn’t know if he’s dead or alive.

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Kaidi and her four now children live in a small apartment 10 minutes outside of Thessaloniki, the second-largest city in Greece. As they went through the asylum process, they were able to get housing and a monthly stipend of 400 euros — that’s about $450 — through the Emergency Support to Integration and Accommodation (ESTIA) program, which is funded by the Asylum, Migration and Integration Fund of the European Union.

Kaidi qualified for the program because she’s a single mom, and because of mental health issues she’s developed since her husband’s disappearance, she said. But recently, the payments stopped coming. And Kaidi was told she’d have 30 days, until July 1, to leave her apartment. Thousands of others face the same deadline because of a new law adopted by the Greek government earlier this year.

Under the law, adopted in March 2020, recognized refugees have 30 days to leave organized accommodations like ESTIA, and transition to living independently. Previously, the grace period was six months. The Greek government says it wants to make room for asylum-seekers waiting out their applications in camps on the Greek islands and elsewhere. Currently, more than 31,000 migrants and asylum-seekers are in overcrowded camps, living in unsanitary conditions as they wait for their asylum applications to be processed.

In a TV interview earlier in June, Greece’s Migration and Asylum Minister Notis Mitarachi said the government doesn’t have the capacity to give housing, a stipend, and other services both to people applying for asylum and to those who have already secured it.

Related: Refugees in Greece support each other through coronavirus pandemic

He suggested that the program is being abused by people who no longer qualify for it, and said that there are many in the program who secured asylum in 2018 and 2019 but are still receiving the benefits. Kaidi got asylum in 2018, but wasn’t aware of any rules that she had to leave after six months, she said. So, she decided to stay.

“It’s true that the people in the camps need to taken from the mud, the makeshift tents, the trash, the unsanitary conditions, and be put in a safe housing environment.”

Zoe Kokalou, Association for the Social Support of Youth (ARSIS)

“It’s true that the people in the camps need to taken from the mud, the makeshift tents, the trash, the unsanitary conditions, and be put in a safe housing environment,” said Zoe Kokalou with the Association for the Social Support of Youth (ARSIS), a nongovernmental organization that works with asylum-seekers in the ESTIA program.

“But it’s not right to take out the already-vulnerable so that we can bring the people from the islands. It needs to work another way.”

Nongovernmental organizations that coordinate ESTIA placements say the program was always meant to bring temporary relief to asylum-seekers.

“The goal of the ESTIA is to empower people to move on, on their own,” said Lefteris Papagiannakis of SolidarityNow, another NGO involved with the ESTIA program.

“But when you lack the next step, then you just put them on their own out on the street.”

The Greek government, he said, doesn’t have a solid integration plan for recognized refugees: to help them get jobs and long-term housing and learn the Greek language. He has little faith in HELIOS, an integration program funded by the European Commission.

Related: This Syrian is stuck at a makeshift border camp in Greece

“Greece has never worked with doing integration before. Now, it becomes increasingly difficult because the policy of the government changed. The narrative of the government changed. It became more toxic.” 

Lefteris Papagiannakis, SolidarityNow,

“Greece has never worked with doing integration before. Now, it becomes increasingly difficult because the policy of the government changed. The narrative of the government changed. It became more toxic,” Papagiannakis said, adding that the fairly new Greek government, which came into power last summer, has taken an increasingly anti-migrant stance.

Integration, Papagiannakis said, requires the cooperation of Greek society. Greeks need to employ refugees, rent out apartments to them. But people are less willing to do that in this environment.

“Because when you demonize refugees and then you ask from the whole society to show solidarity, it sends mixed messages and in an increasingly toxic environment. And people react. It makes complete sense.”

As for the ESTIA program, Papagiannakis said he doesn’t buy that the government has migrants’ best interests in mind. He points to the fact that just this month, the government said it was slashing 30% of the program’s budget.

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“It is all being done with an end goal to deter people from coming — making things difficult in order for people to be deterred,” he said.

Greece’s Migration and Asylum office did not respond to a request for an interview.

Thousands of refugees are now waiting to see how the new rules will be enforced. More than 6,000 are at risk of being evicted and that number will keep growing every month.

As Kaidi’s deadline approaches July 1, she says she hasn’t been able to get any sleep and doesn’t know what will come next for her family. She does know that she doesn’t want to stay in Greece. When she and her kids get the right travel documents, she wants to try to go to Germany and reunite with some family members who have made it there. 

JUNGLEPUSSY – I Just Want It lyrics

[Intro]
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head

[Hook]
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna

[Verse 1]
This nigga think I keep my pussy in a vault for him
When he want it he think I should go and put it all on him
(Damn, damn) damn, these niggas really is dumb
What’s love got to do with makin’ me cum?
When he thinkin’ he my Christmas gift
He not even makin’ it to Thanksgiving
He will never know where my family be livin’
You ain’t gettin’ no to-go plates of chicken

[Refrain]
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head, I know
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head, I know
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head

[Hook]
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna
Wanna fuck me so bad but you never gonna

[Verse 2]
Niggas can’t stand me ’cause my pussy so righteous
They used to large orders with them chicken fry rices
Every few months I get to raisin’ my prices
I gotta keep ’em on edge for the drop like I’m ISIS
[?] Oh my God, trynna make pussy pop
JP motherfucker other bitches is not
What a level I am on, echelon cinnabar
You a bum honeybun and you not from the Bronx hahahaha

[Refrain]
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head, I know
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head, I know
(I just want it, I-I-I just want it)
I just want the head

A-Trak & Falcons – Ride For Me (feat. Young Thug & 24hrs)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
A-Trak, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Thugger, woo!
Baby, woo, woo, uh

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga (yeah)
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him
Bet, bet, nigga leakin’ on his sheets (pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
That’s the shit I get when I get (when I get that)
Buy a bag and smoke it like a zip (like a zip)
Tell me where’s the logic in [?]
Bustin’ a bazooka, turn your noodle to chalupa
[?]
Livin’ like a dork, fuck a geek
You don’t gotta work no more (work no more)
You can go get everything you see (everything about that)
I was just was chillin’ with your bitch
And I went on and cut the chase and told her, "Suck a nigga’s dick or somethin’" (SANDOS)
I was 17 and I was gettin’ it like a fuckin’ ball player
Then I took care all my kids for somethin’ (big [?] shit)
Big player, I’ma pop into the end zone (yeah)
Good lookin’, she gon’ chew it like some bubblegum
I’ma spend a lot of money ’cause it’s more to come (money)
I was havin’ zero dollars, now a nigga on (yeah, yeah)
Tell you when I get back (tell you when I get back)
Tell me when I cash out (hah)
Tell me why you ran from my mama
Yeah yeah, you know I ain’t scared of that (you know I ain’t scared of that)
These bitches know a nigga ballin’ (ballin’)
And you know we playin’ with these bands (playin’ with them bands)
Spyder shit, the Bentley crawlin’ (ah, ah, ah)
My lil’ nigga dead on a Xan (dead on them Xan)
Big dawg shit off the rip
Big bag make a nigga limp (blat)
Put five bands on your lip (blat, blat, blat)
You better nip it in the bud like a chip (nip it in the bud)
Little red robbin’ nigga, do it (do it)
Little red ridin’ in the hood nigga (hood)
Pablo got me chokin’ on that good (good)
And you can’t do it better than he could (could)
Fuck Donald Trump, leave him ditch slumped
Trap boomin’ like I’m ISIS nigga, big bomb
Whole lotta shit, that’s what your bitch need, no
Whole lotta dick is what your bitch get though (yah)
Whole lotta money got these bitches changin’ minds
Whole lotta money got them wanna stay around (swear)
Way too much money, quick, get that shit down (bitch)
Bitch, don’t you trip, don’t you make a fuckin’ sound

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga, yeah
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
24hrs
Me and A-Trak in a two-seater (skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck around and drink the whole two liter (damn)
She said, "Twenty, boy, you don’t care" (You don’t care)
Chain lit up like a fair (bling bling)
TYO my mothafuckin’ blood brother (blood brother)
Hundred bands a week, I keep it undercover (count it up)
Put a 50 on your head for my little brother (50)
Pullin’ up to Vegas in a helicopter (hey)
VVS diamonds like a chandelier
Shawty, she give ass, I cannot handle it
Money stacked tall, it’s not little (sheesh)
She said, "Twenty fuck me like a little… beast"
I feel just like Raji on the jetski (damn)
I’ma buy her diamonds if she let me (bling)
Sippin’ on mimosas with the jeweler (jeweler)
Only measure money with a ruler (ruler)
"Twenty, you been on my mind
A-Trak, you been on my mind
Thugger, you been on my mind"
Hello, pussy really call my line
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
Hello, you should really call my mind

[Chorus: 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (you live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display
Catch a murder case, then I skip states
Catch a murder case, then I skip states

[Outro: 24hrs]
You been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line

KAMI – Payload

[DJ E-WAY]
Get your credit cards
Have your visas
Get your passports stamped
Its payload

[Verse 1]
Pirex
Fishscales
Nigga fuck 12
Yeah fuck ISIS
Fuck jail
Selling chris rocks
On retail
Didn’t get caught
Didn’t get popped
Didn’t Dame Grease
No coke talk
Nigga fuck a sherlock
Yeah no shit I’m afraid not
Make the pack double flip like Ong Bak
That’s a whole lot
Thats a hyde park
That’s a shout out Nikko shout Krock
All my niggas since Day 1 Savemoney still alive yeah till i rot

[Hook x2]
Count it up (yeah)
Rip to a real nigga thats a bank roll
Money bags (yeah)
Couple these checks coming in like a payroll
Drop it all (yeah)
Drop a whole thing on your head that’s a payload
I’m afraid so
Had to make it rain on your head that’s a payload

[Verse 2]
I might still hit it and dash
Bumps on her face like a rash
Cocaine cowboy Imma cock back
All you need is a mask
All you need know is task
Chase on that bag like a bank
Dont get upped on like some rank
All of my niggas some tanks
Save money still an army fuck did you think
Me and Smoko going loco on club hoes
Why you niggas still broke all on a link
Water on me like I sink
And I can merch
Me and CP on some dirt
Chilling parked up in the merc

[Hook x2]
Count it up (yeah)
Rip to a real nigga thats a bank roll
Money bags (yeah)
Couple these checks coming in like a payroll
Drop it all (yeah)
Drop a whole thing on your head that’s a payload
I’m afraid so
Had to make it rain on your head that’s a payload

Smokepurpp – Your Swag Is Old Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Uh?

[Hook]
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that bitch
I don’t want her back
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that flow
I don’t want that pack

[Verse]
Give me brain like a psychic
Riding round with P90
Bitches thinkin that we ISIS
Hi-Tech bloody cup
I just spiked it
Put these diamonds on my neck
Cause a nigga priceless
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless That [?]
Running through a sack
My youngest caught that
Kobe, I’m like Kobe
Only shoot ‘Bout 3
Like [?]
Messed up bitch
You don’t know me
Pull up at Yo trap
Shoot it up like I’m [?]
[?] ride me like a pony
[?] claim yo hood
You a phony

[Hook]
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that bitch
I don’t want her back
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that flow
I don’t want that pack

[Outro]
Give me brain like a psychic
Riding round with P90
Bitches thinkin that we ISIS
Hi-Tech bloody cup
I just spiked it
Put these diamonds on my neck
Cause a nigga priceless

Flood watch – Juicy J feat. Offset lyrics

Lyrics Juicy J – Flood watch

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time.(flood watch)

b*tch came through right on time with the pus*y
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
The percs kicked in at the wrong time
Your b*tch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These f*ck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee b*tch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her a*s over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, “Bring your a*s home,” you was right on time, damn.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12 versuri-lyrics.info
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time).

Woo, woo, woo, woooo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
b*tch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
A*s so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad a*s b*tch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your b*tch came in at the night time (your b*tch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right b*tch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS.

Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ b*tch pus*y fat, a*s fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on timeee.(flood watch)

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Juicy J – Flood Watch (feat. Offset)

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

Royce Da 5’9″ – Twilight Zone (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Chorus]
What is competition
I guess I never know
These niggas sound like clones
I’m in the twilight zone
I’ll murder every MC on your list
You can count on me to do it
Until I’m there and I’m the only one
I’m in the twilight zone to some
I’m in the twilight zone

[Verse 1]
And I’m your host for this evening, Rod Serling
I was supposed to defeat these odds early
I hope you don’t think that my focus shifted with my sober shit
I’m still the coldest with the flow, I still be holding loaded clips
I just be wearing clothes that fit, financially I’m comfortable
But to the young and broke I appear old and rich
My advice is hang around me, then you might be learning some
Only problem is you niggas clowns and when I’m ’round you I stick out like Sherman Klump
Hitchhike and wearing Pee Wee Herman thumb
I’m just a bird who gets the worm and when it comes to flipping words
I’m sicker with the terms than a determined Trump
I’m here for earning till the sermon’s done
Get out my ear with shit that’s not my biz, chump
You will get off ’cause we don’t offer tea
You will get turned to Kermit lunch
And you ain’t worth the money my attorney wants

[Chorus]
What is competition
I guess I never know
These niggas sound like clones
I’m in the twilight zone
I’ll murder every MC on your list
You can count on me to do it
Until I’m there and I’m the only one
I’m in the twilight zone to some
I’m in the twilight zone

[Verse 2]
Load up the choppers to go at the genre
Look out the window like brother Malcolm
But no one was out there, this how
We ride on our enemy, but naw, I ain’t shot you
I just looked you in your eyes, with the nine in your mouth
Cause niggas been murdered over hip hop, B.I.G., ‘Pac
You a artist them niggas died for you so now you ain’t got too
Uh, for yo’ hoe shit, these boys bled
They opened doors for you to hide behind decoys, feds
Hip hop, they got they own police behind these stories, yeah
You might be killed because you wearing blue and he wore red
I’d prolly be dead if I never elevated my skill
I invaded they projects in the elevator with steel
Cause they just imitations, shit, this how the truth sound
When them credits roll, your label gon’ tell me you got the juice now

[Chorus]
What is competition
I guess I never know
These niggas sound like clones
I’m in the twilight zone
I’ll murder every MC on your list
You can count on me to do it
Until I’m there and I’m the only one
I’m in the twilight zone to some
I’m in the twilight zone

[Verse 3]
I’m truly mesmerized by all your desperate lies and uzi threats
Your wifey sleeping on me? Cool, I seen that she needs a beauty rest
I give my man that look, that’s it, he gon’ see to it that you be dead
You give your man that look, that’s it, y’all newlywed
The crew nice, your crew got ice, my crew ISIS, my crew beheads
Them Slaughterhouse conglomerates, them jugger[?]nauts
The thug anomaly hugging on nines and be loving your mama not
When drama pop we never on the opposite side of a homicide
Never, everybody knows us, the murderous
Joe, Joell, 5’9" and Crook, hide your rhyming book
We been around a long time, that’s how much time it took
And if I could move mountains why would I care how to climb it, look

[Chorus]
What is competition
I guess I never know
These niggas sound like clones
I’m in the twilight zone
I’ll murder every MC on your list
You can count on me to do it
Until I’m there and I’m the only one
I’m in the twilight zone to some
I’m in the twilight zone

Lil Durk – No Handouts (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro]
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fuckin’ with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang man

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 1]
I was addicted to shootouts
I’m in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my bitch house
Now I take shits in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I’m in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the slut
Can’t force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin’
Shawty be lit with the bitch
And I fucked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the (?)
And I put drugs in my mental

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 2]
We gon’ ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin’
I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS
Fuck whoever don’t like it
I nut her face ’cause she triflin’
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top
But now I’mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can’t trust ’em
If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ fuck ’em
I ain’t fuckin’ with no fool shit
He see me now he won’t do shit
And I’m ridin’ with my gang

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

Lil Durk – No Trenches Lyrics

[Intro]
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fuckin’ with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang members

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 1]
I was addicted to shootouts
I’m in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my bitch house
Now I take shits in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I’m in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the slut
Can’t force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin’
Shawty be lit with the bitch
And I fucked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the (?)
And I put drugs in my mental

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 2]
We gon’ ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin’
I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS
Fuck whoever don’t like it
I nut her face ’cause she triflin’
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top
But now I’mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can’t trust ’em
If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ fuck ’em
I ain’t fuckin’ with no fool shit
He see me now he won’t do shit
And I’m ridin’ with my gang

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?

[Verse 1: French Montana & A$AP Rocky]
Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem [?] made me down

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my rob on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Call Gina, call Leon
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?

[Bridge: French Montana]
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my god

[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god

[Outro: French Montana]
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!

Said n done – French Montana lyrics

Lyrics French Montana – Said n done

Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?(said n done)

Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t f*ck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherf*cker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the b*tches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
Versuri-lyrics.info
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh.

Love my b*tch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the b*tch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god.

With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, b*tch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the b*tch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World will lay you down, made me down.

Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?

Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot
Your p*ssy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my god.

Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god.

She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montanaaa!(said n done)
French Montana lyrics
Video done

Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

J COLE – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J. Cole – High For Hours

[Intro]
This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, "High as Shit for Hours"
Here we go, yeah

[Verse 1]
American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is a crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

[Refrain 1]
So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 2]
I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

[Refrain 2]
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 3]
Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

[Refrain 3]
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J Cole – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky) (MC4 Album) letras

Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
Oh my God, oh my God
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my God, oh my God
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’mma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My God, oh my God
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in ’cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my God, oh my God
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World’ll lay you down, made me down
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’mma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!