John Doe

Playboi Carti – Fetti (feat. Da$h & Maxo Kream) lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Gas in my blunt
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Lean in my cup, what the fuck?
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti
Money bags, yeah, uh
Money bags, nigga, uh
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti (yah, yah)

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston, I just left Earth
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ fuck
I’m still pouring up
I can see in his face, designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho give me face, that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me favs
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti

[Post-Hook: Da$H]
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, that drank on me heavy
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, them pills kicking heavy
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, that 40 too heavy
I can’t go in I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, just count up my fetti

[Verse 1: Da$H]
So
Yeah, So
Mr. Never Lacking, bust a package
Bills can get paid off of rappin’, still I keep to trappin’
Used to hunnid sack it, now I fuck an actress
Shit, I’m just thinkin’ how it happened
Had to get explicit, had to make ’em listen
Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitchin’
Loading up them rounds, niggas started missin’
Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission
Converse with my addictions, don’t talk I just listen
Five drugs that I’m mixin’, money only thing on my vision
Infatuated with them semi’s and ‘matics
All of my niggas is thugs with some habits
Like grandma TV, we been with the static
I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens
Opiated so I’m demonstratin’ my emotion less
Got some real niggas quotin’ this, got yo’ main bitch hoein shit
Lost a few things as of recent, life is anything but decent
Blow the re-up on my teeth
It’s the only time you catch me cheesin’
It’s Dolla

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston, I just left Earth
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ fuck
I’m still pouring up
I can see in his face, designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho give me face, that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me faithce
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Shipping a pack and it’s vacuum sealed
30 on 40, keep that concealed
Just bought a pint, I’m a crack the seal
Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL
Three in the morning, we trapping still
Matte black on rover, the Batmobile
Don’t trust that nigga cause he gon squeal
Not buying shit if the pack not sealed
I’m faded, I’m faded, off xannies I’m wasted
My bitches they nasty, they suck it and taste it
I’m short on my patience, I’m serving my patient
I’m very impatient, little bitch come get naked
Pack coming in but I don’t need to weigh it
Choppa en route, I shoot once and you spraying
Can’t come in my trap, the front door is gated
My prices inflated, my plug name is David
Dripping through the city got a little bitch in Babee’Os
Fucked me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio
3 bitches, one of me, that’s a perfect ratio
Don’t wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio
Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole
Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo
Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding ’round, merry-go
Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po’
Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain, getting throwed
Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe
No holds barred when you see me, Imma let it go
No mo’ ‘gars so we rolling up the fronto
No mo ‘gars cause we rollin out the fronto
I’m in H-town, nigga, and I can never go

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston, I just left Earth
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ fuck
I’m still pouring up
I can see in his face, designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho give me face, that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me faithce
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti

Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

[Hook]
Yeah, what you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
What yo wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga

[Verse 1]
Ask me what imma be
I just wanna be real
My momma say imma die
Cuz real niggas get killed
That fake shit get revealed
Boy you know how that is
I want to snap on these niggas
But something keeps telling me chill
Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
But I love my dawg to death
And dawg it ain’t no homo
You got to pay me for convo
You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
We got to fuck in the hood
Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
Hold up give me a minute
Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
It won’t hurt to be real
That shit won’t cost you a penny
I don’t really have any friends
I don’t fuck with too many
I only fuck with my soldiers
And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
Aye
Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
Been getting money since a youth, what about you?
Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
They watch my every move
Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
Bitch I sold dope because I had to
Getting head in the back of the classroom
Told my niggas don’t make a move
Because right now I’m hot
Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
I got money in the wild blood on my hands
Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
All I ever want to be in life is what I am
Respect is what I demand
Stand up nigga I never ran
All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
If you partners down the road
Hold em down, that’s just real
If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee

Wu-Tang Clan – If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation) / Hood Go Bang (feat. Method Man)

Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin’ with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don’t know the history? I’m from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it’s not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici’, it’s not an ishy
Or I’m too lazy to cross roads, if not, I’m busy
It’s not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y’all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin’ in barcode, nothin’ left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I’m sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that’s what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that’s what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo ’cause they were settin’ the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it’s like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it’s like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I’ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that’s my beliefs and I stand on ’em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on ’em
Some band want ’em, these verses hot and the fans want ’em
I’m from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I’ve been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I’m at the nana’s, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I’m feelin’ petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes ‘I’m not your Santa’
Just want the body, nobody tryin’ to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin’ them Hawks out, then it’s not Atlanta’s

If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
[x2]

Rent money – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Rent money

Super!
They go crazy, yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’.(rent money)

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you.

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, f*ck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, f*ck you
I put a middle finger up, because, f*ck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, f*ck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified, you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up in yo’ set
f*ckin’ with them strippers all in G5ive
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s f*ck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.

Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga f*ck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s f*ck you
I let my brother f*ck your b*tch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I f*ck dem Super Bowl b*tches down in Houston
I got this Westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper b*tch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya b*tch, hall of fame.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.(rent money)

Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man versuri-lyrics.info
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a goddamn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A grammm!?(rent money)
Future lyrics
Video money

FUTURE – Rent Money lyrics

Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Future – Rent Money (Future Album)

[Intro]
Super
They go crazy
Yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

[Chorus]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 1]
Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a key on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 2]
I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch hall of fame

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fucked this R & B bitch, I should thank you, yeah

[Trap House Skit]
*Knocking*
Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga?
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a got damn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A gram!?

Future – Rent Money lyrics

Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

L2B – Home lyrics

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.

[Verse 1]
I’m from New Haven City, I don’t have another home,
I be chillin’ right by Yale, next to Skull and Bones.
Come along with me to see a real artist in his zone,
Alone, in his own mind, trying to write another song,
Hypnotized by the music whenever it comes on,
Hardworking and talented, I kill two birds with one stone,
Making sure my story will never go untold,
Let the drama unfold ’cause my heart has gone cold,
First place reservation, got that spot on hold,
If she can hold a conversation and she’s hot, I’m sold.
Something like Midas, everything I touch turns gold,
I don’t slow down, keep it moving like I’m on the run though.
Got used to ballin’ out, like Rajon Rondo,
Me and the team going all out, tell me where’d the time go?
It aint nothing, got a problem, have it handled pronto,
End your career with one song, you’ll be another John Doe.

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.

[Verse 2]
Man, the rap game lacks originality these days,
All these songs sound the same, talking about
Stealing your chick, and being rich,
It’s as if they got nothing else to say,
It’s hard to differentiate these dudes when
They’re all doing their best impression of Drake.
The styles repetitive, I mean how much can we take?
Most of you rappers sound dumb,
There’s not much more I can say.
I’m such a perfectionist with this, I can’t afford a mistake,
So I’m here to inform you that I’m more than a basic artist,
I’m already great.
I’m sick of corny rappers acting like you’re leading the way.
Ya’ll aint leading shit,
Lead the way in the kitchen and make me a PB & J.
They say Kendrick Lamar set the bar for being lyrical huh?
When really he stands out ’cause every other rapper you hear sucks.
Lyrics, I don’t hear much. Talent, I don’t hear enough,
Your music only sounds bearable while I’m wearing ear plugs.
It’s hysterical, my style is incomparable, plus,
I just care way too much to let all you wack rappers “Turn up!”

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.