Gucci Mane – Backwards Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
God keep coverin’ me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I’m splashin’, I ain’t even drippin’ (Splashin’)
Laughin’, I ain’t even trippin’ (Haha)
I’m crashin’, I ain’t even dissin’ (Crash)
Heard you drop some, I ain’t even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don’t gas me, I don’t need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick ’til she hiccup
Wop lookin’ slim like a bicycle rim
But he’s bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He’ll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin’ in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain’t even touched it (It’s sold)
Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol’ rocks on, they disgustin’
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fuck ’em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y’all niggas swingin’ through F&Ns
They gon’ come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin’)
He wanna be ’bout that bitch
But we all fuckin’ her, so he don’t know who to blame
She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
Fuckin’ the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
‘Fore all this rappin’ shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon’ invest in me (Woah)
Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can’t extort
I take a mil’ to table, no fork
Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don’t wan’ be with these niggas no more
I can’t even be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only fuck trappers (Trappers)
End up fuckin’ with a rapper (For real?)
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin’)
That ain’t even none of my bidness (Bidness)
Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
I am preachin’ to you like the pastor
I’ma keep runnin’ these bands up (Yeah)

[Bridge: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty fuckin’ on me like a dancer
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Hah)

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
You know what I’m saying?
Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
Damn

Meek Mill – 100 Summers Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I gotta place my rearview when I pull outta the parking lot
‘Cause where I’m from all you niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they’ll make a target outcha
Oh, the Reaper comin’, gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won’t leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That’s what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans ’cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss ’em, tell the truth
I feel like I let ’em down and that’s word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they’d kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin’ through
Still wit’ it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit’ it

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra

[Verse 2]
Grew up ’round them monsters they’ll shoot you in your face
Ain’t used to showin’ no love that’s ’cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin’ blood
Momma won’t see her son again, we call that blind love
I can’t trust these niggas, they’ll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time’s up
You gon’ be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch and let that chopper rock
Feel this shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin’ so militant
‘Cause in my hood it ain’t no love and I know what I’m dealin’ wit’

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra

Oh, yeah yeah

Meek Mill – 24/7 Lyrics

[Intro: Beyoncé]
End, that’s what I found out

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin’ the shit out you, fuckin’ the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can’t even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won’t have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won’t forget about you
I be crushin’ you on Monday like it’s Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I’m so happy you ain’t listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don’t mind
Need you right here by my side, ’cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I’m gon’ respond

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Meek Mill]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin’ that shit back like it’s a Thursday
I be treatin’ you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain’t fuckin’ with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings ’bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish ’em luck
Talkin’ relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what’s the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli’ in a stash for a weddin’
If you ready, let me know, ’cause it’s whatever

[Bridge: Ella Mai]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
‘Bout to suit up on my birthday
‘Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain’t no playin’, this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain’t no rush
365, you’re the only one I trust
No, I can’t get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah

[Outro: Beyoncé]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I’m gonna be my own best

Meek Mill, YG & Snoop Dogg – That’s My Nigga

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ooh, ooh
This that Philly Bompton shit
Yeah, haha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, nigga
And the feds looking, pray they don’t catch my nigga (I pray they don’t catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga
That’s my nigga, word up

[Verse 1: YG]
4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho
Cash out [??] nigga with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas)
Come through popping with all my niggas (my niggas)
You should’ve seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
You should’ve seen how we ate last dinner
I don’t fuck with them Hollywood niggas
I don’t fuck with them Hollywood niggas
In the game, I’m the keep it right nigga
‘Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get ’em
Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no
Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker shit
I’ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Came through the block with everything that’s new
Sipping that motherfucking DS2
I can’t fuck with him if he ain’t true
They like, he alright but he ain’t you
We like, five milli on board the ship
I was the richest nigga on the tip
Locked down the the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some [??] shit
Double in the backseat, it look like a [??]
You ain’t gotta ask me
Nigga, you ain’t got shit
You ain’t talking money, I see you [??] with the topic
You be only fucking with niggas that be on cop shit
I be only fucking with bitches that get it popping
You don’t wanna see on of my niggas face in the [??]
Tear up your corner over some nonsense

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, nigga
And the feds looking, pray they don’t catch my nigga (I pray they don’t catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga
That’s my nigga, word up

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Can a real crip, get a lil’ bit
Dump on a nigga for some silly shit
A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah
Gang bang niggas who he really with (real)
And we don’t talk to no motherfucking law
Cooked up, caked up, slanging that raw, nigga
Roll through the city, give [??]
Banging with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get fucked off
Nigga, this’s crip on my, two times
Don’t give a fuck and we’ll bust him one time, nigga
What y’all thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin’ it off

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside)
We’re just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, nigga
And the feds looking, pray they don’t catch my nigga (I pray they don’t catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that’s my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga
That’s my nigga, word up

Mango Foo – Levels

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

[Verse]
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a bitch on a pedestal
These bitches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These bitches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
Fuck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

Levels – Mango Foo lyrics

Lyrics Mango Foo – Levels

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella.

I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Versuri-lyrics.info
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a b*tch on a pedestal
These b*tches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These b*tches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
f*ck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete.

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachellaaa.
Mango Foo lyrics
Video Mango Foo

YBA – Meek Mill feat. The-Dream lyrics

Lyrics Meek Mill – Yba

Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
YBA.

Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers runs up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon’ start a war
Mama she was sour, sippin’ on the absolute
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Feel into the records so them jobs ain’t gettin’ back at you
Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, find them hearts that I beat back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don’t understand versuri-lyrics.info
Comin’ from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plane
Know them kids beefin’, they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin’ in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, s**t is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, “You the man,” I said
You don’t wanna end up like my man, hot mess
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin’ is there a lord and he don’t make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin’ bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in ’em
Always postin’ on the ‘Gram, they ain’t sendin’ pictures
Never answer when you call but answer for them b*tches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the 40’s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin’ in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you.

Young black American, na na
Wanna live like the fairer skin, na na
Fall to the paradigm, na na
Occupied on that Marilyn, na na
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop b*tching nigga, no skirts
It’s kinda crazy there’s another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin’ up in that Rolce
Pullin’ up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same.

YBA
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black Americaaa.
Meek Mill lyrics
Video America

Futuristic – Epiphany Lyrics

[Intro: Futuristic]
I had an epiphany
I was repeating history
I was doing everything I hated
The weight on my shoulders
I let it all get to me (I let it all get to me)
I had an epiphany
I just smiled at my enemies
I was listening to everybody who was talking
But never did shit for me, yeah
I had an epiphany
I was looking at everybody else that’s up in the industry
They ain’t as sick as me (they ain’t as sick as me)
I had an epiphany
I was seeing somebody that never had no good intentions for me
Now she missing me, yuh (now she missing me)

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Moral of the story is that nobody did it for me
Had to make a change (nah)
I was living in the city with no scene
I had a dream I had to make a lane (yup, yup)
Always knew that I couldn’t live off of minimum wage
Ripping the pay stub
I had a minimal taste for all the fame stuff
But I got into the game without a cent to my name
And now I’m ballin’ like I’m in the NBA, bruh
And I know I got a lot but I’m not content
If they ask me to stop, I will not consent
Never gonna let nobody block cause my shot to miss
You can meet me at the top if you hop the fence
And you climb the stairs
And you fight the beast
And you lose your way
Then you find your peace
And you do it sober
Then you find a drink
Then you spiral down
And it all repeats
And I always had a vision I could get it
So I did it by my lonely
I don’t owe nobody nothing, never let nobody own me
Got some money from the music, and I spend it on the homies
But don’t put nothin’ before me, gave a whip to little Brody
And I’m only getting started
And I’m eating with the people that I starve with
And my batteries, I had to recharge ’em
I made an album but that shit was garbage
Yo, I was trapped in a gimmick
I finally get it
I’m here to make music that matters
If I die, it’ll all be alright
‘Cause the message I gave you will live for me after
And my chapter will highlight a lifetime
Of energy gave through a bright mind
How you never had to stand on the sideline
How you the guide to your own guidelines

[Bridge: Futurisitic]
That’s an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah
That’s an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah

[Verse 2: NF]
I had an epiphany
That I could make history
That I could prove everyone wrong
That told me I wasn’t cut out for this music thing, yeah
I had an epiphany
What if I took my energy
And used it on positive things in my life
Instead of the people that lie to me, huh?
Yeah, I had an epiphany
That I could put all of my hurt into music
And use it for people that might feel the same as me
Yeah, I had an epiphany
What if everyone knew my depression was worse than they thought?
They probably gonna look at me differently
Yo, this song got me going back, when I was a stupid kid
Thinking maybe I could make it in the music biz
And then I figured out the politics
And realized that half of y’all don’t even know what music is
And going nowhere, I told ’em to get used to me
Feels like I’m living in a movie scene
A bunch of people trying to tell me how to act and breathe
One thing I never let nobody ever do was tell me who to be
I never got into the party scene
Maybe I was just scared to drink
‘Cause addiction it runs in my family
That’s someone I was scared to be
You’re looking pitiful compared to me
Since I can barely read
All I wanted was somebody I could trust
That I knew would keep it real with me
Rap’s always been a mirror for me
That’s when I figured out that maybe I’m the one that’s gotta make it on my own, yeah, it’s clear to see
A lot of people think that what I’m doing is a gimmick
Everything you hear me writing I’ve been living
I ain’t quitting, send the money to my family
Try to show them that I miss them
And I cherish every moment when I’m home and when I’m with them
And this is the way that I feel
In the industry of fakes trying to stay real
In the industry of lames trying to get deals
Lord knows imma get it, that’s Meek Mill
Yeah, I lay in my bed at night thinking
“There’s got to be more to me”
I’m trying to pay off the mortgaging
But the life of the people I love in the midst of it
I’ve always thought that if
I learn from mistakes that I’d make
Even the losses are victories
That’s when it starts hitting me
If you set your mind to it you can do anything

[Outro: NF]
That’s an epiphany
That’s an epiphany, yeah
I had an epiphany
I had an epiphany, yeah

T.I. – Blackman (feat. Meek Mill, Quavo & Rara) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ridin’ down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin’ you smell marijuana? (Smellin’ the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain’t in Cali nigga, get out, put your hands up"
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
Runnin’ real hard shook the taser (shook the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon’ shake ’em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it (brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain’t tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin’ too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I’m going for the shaders

[Verse 2: Rara]
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound off for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin’?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin’ at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep a Phantom like DC
Hangout the G like free Meek
Kill a nigga reachin’ for a cell phone
Hurt to tell his mama he ain’t comin’ home
That’s why I stay strapped all summer long
And you know it

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that you nervous? (damn)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Black man
Running from the law like Pac-Man
Try and throw the raw all in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin’ kids in jail if he wasn’t crackin’
Too many felonies on my jacket
All of my brothers turn to assassins
We seen too many brothers get put in caskets
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin’ on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed on ’em last year
Two Maybachs and I had a bad year
Young nigga countin’ money like a cashier
White man wanna pay me like I’m U-N-O
Niggas wanna see me at my funeral
Neither of my own homie wanna do me though
Layin’ on my dog crib like I’m Snoopy though
That’s my nigga, I ain’t even wanna do it though
If I don’t do it, shit I know he gon’ do me though
Cause he broke and he trippin’ ’bout stupid hoes
But I’m a Don just like motherfuckin’ Julio
Black man

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don’t understand us
They be lookin’ for a reason just to shoot me
And wanna do me how they do us in the movies
Or how they do it out in Baton Rouge
Or Ferguson, or Florida, or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death here
The liquor we die, we just substances left here
First you put us in a small hood
And then you beat us and you treat us like it’s all good
And then shoot us and you screw us economically, mentally
Killin’ nigga, no penalty, they can do that shit legally
Bet I can make that ass think ‘fore you shoot
You kill me, man there gon’ be more of some riotin’ and lootin’
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y’all ain’t the ones gettin’ hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon’ be time for retribution
Hope you don’t ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God ain’t no nonsense
You doin’ wrong just to run shit
One day the time gon’ run out for the dumb shit
Ain’t no deception, tryna get in Heaven
You gettin’ nailed, bet it’s on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon’ deny the opportunity to unify
With people who look similar to you and I
Cause he don’t wanna have a

[Hook: Quavo]
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it because of my jersey?
It is because that I’m perfect?

Rockie Fresh – Pray 4 Me (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Verse 1]
I’m afraid of myself more than anyone else
I’m still lookin’ in the mirror when in need of some help
They assissinate my character and swing for the belt
But I still feel gifted when my presence is felt
Tryin’ take me out the game but you know Imma stay in
Only thing on my mind go hard, straight win
Lookin’ at these niggas like why we can’t stay friends?
I pray Meek Mill and Drake work again, Amen
I forgot I signed up for all of these wild days
I need two shots just for all of this foul play
I hit a far ball when I was tryin’ to reach homebase
My haters struck out, I’m like speak for your own case
Yeah, lately I been viewin’ thing differently
While ridin’ on my mission I ain’t crash today
Could’ve not woke up, could’ve past away
I’m startin’ to see what the pastor say
I have to say damn…

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me
[Speech [?]]
Fight so hard that you bring a stop in the defense of all
You can’t even be creative but you been through so much trials to survive
That you have forgotten what it felt like, when you were free

[Verse 2]
This made me think about my high school crush
Back when missy used to tell us to pass that dutch
At 16 it’s that shit, you pass that blunt
It’s a real easy score anytime we layin’ up, yeah
Fast break to the bedroom each day
Puttin’ up “Highlights” need a replay
Now it’s every other week I gotta switch states
Cops killin’ niggas and it’s hard to find a safe place
Treat me like ingrate, lunch room, big plate
Still gotta eat though easy as a free throw
And I ain’t got no time for no weakos
I ain’t fuckin’ with no cheap hoes, Lord knows
Could’ve been a whole lot deeper but a lot more simple I been stayin’ on your mental
And the city kills dog men without a pencil, only God knows what they been through

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

Rockie Fresh – Pray 4 Me

[Verse 1]
I’m afraid of myself more than anyone else
I’m still lookin’ in the mirror when in need of some help
They assissinate my character and swing for the belt
But I still feel gifted when my presence is felt
Tryin’ take me out the game but you know Imma stay in
Only thing on my mind go hard, straight win
Lookin’ at these niggas like why we can’t stay friends?
I pray Meek Mill and Drake work again, Amen
I forgot I signed up for all of these wild days
I need two shots just for all of this foul play
I hit a far ball when I was tryin’ to reach homebase
My head is struck out, I’m like speak for your own case
Yeah, lately I been viewin’ thing differently
While ridin’ on my mission I ain’t crash today
Could’ve not woke up, could’ve past away
I’m startin’ to see what the pastor say
I have to say damn…

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me
[Speech [?]]
Fight so hard that you bring a stop in the defense of all
You can’t even be creative but you been through so much trials to survive
That you have forgotten what it felt like, when you were free

[Verse 2]
This made me think about my high school crush
Back when [?] she used to tell us to pass that dust
At 16 it’s that shit, you pass that blunt
It’s a real easy score anytime we layin’ up, yeah
Fast break to the bedroom each day
Puttin’ up “Highlights” need a replay
Now it’s every other week I gotta switch states
Cops killin’ niggas and it’s hard to find a safe place
Treat me like ingrate, lunch room, big plate
Still gotta eat though easy as a [?]
And I ain’t got no time for no weakos
I ain’t fuckin’ with no cheap hoes, Lord knows
Could’ve been a whole lot deeper but a lot more simple I been stayin’ on your mental
And the city kills dog men without a pencil, only God knows what they been through

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

Rockie Fresh – Pray 4 Me letras

[Verse 1]
I’m afraid of myself more than anyone else
I’m still lookin’ in the mirror when in need of some help
They assissinate my character and swing for the belt
But I still feel gifted when my presence is felt
Tryin’ take me out the game but you know Imma stay in
Only thing on my mind go hard, straight win
Lookin’ at these niggas like why we can’t stay friends?
I pray Meek Mill and Drake work again, Amen
I forgot I signed up for all of these wild days
I need two shots just for all of this foul play
I hit a far ball when I was tryin’ to reach homebase
My head is struck out, I’m like speak for your own case
Yeah, lately I been viewin’ thing differently
While ridin’ on my mission I ain’t crash today
Could’ve not woke up, could’ve past away
I’m startin’ to see what the pastor say
I have to say damn…

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

[Speech [?]]
Fight so hard that you bring a stop in the defense of all
You can’t even be creative but you been through so much trials to survive
That you have forgotten what it felt like, when you were free

[Verse 2]
This made me think about my high school crush
Back when [?] she used to tell us to pass that dust
At 16 it’s that shit, you pass that blunt
It’s a real easy score anytime we layin’ up, yeah
Fast break to the bedroom each day
Puttin’ up “Highlights” need a replay
Now it’s every other week I gotta switch states
Cops killin’ niggas and it’s hard to find a safe place
Treat me like ingrate, lunch room, big plate
Still gotta eat though easy as a [?]
And I ain’t got no time for no weakos
I ain’t fuckin’ with no cheap hoes, Lord knows
Could’ve been a whole lot deeper but a lot more simple I been stayin’ on your mental
And the city kills dog men without a pencil, only God knows what they been through

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

Rockie Fresh – Pray 4 Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m afraid of myself more than anyone else
I’m still lookin’ in the mirror when in need of some help
They assissinate my character and swing for the belt
But I still feel gifted when my presence is felt
Tryin’ take me out the game but you know Imma stay in
Only thing on my mind go hard, straight win
Lookin’ at these niggas like why we can’t stay friends?
I pray Meek Mill and Drake work again, Amen
I forgot I signed up for all of these wild days
I need two shots just for all of this foul play
I hit a far ball when I was tryin’ to reach homebase
My head is struck out, I’m like speak for your own case
Yeah, lately I been viewin’ thing differently
While ridin’ on my mission I ain’t crash today
Could’ve not woke up, could’ve past away
I’m startin’ to see what the pastor say
I have to say damn…

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Find the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me
[Speech [?]]
Fight so hard that you bring a stop in the defense of all
You can’t even be creative but you been through so much trials to survive
That you have forgotten what it felt like, when you were free

[Verse 2]
This made me think about my high school crush
Back when [?] she used to tell us to pass that dust
At 16 is that shit, you pass that blunt
It’s a real easy score anytime we layin’ up, yeah
Fast break to the bedroom each day
Puttin’ up “Highlights” need a replay
Now it’s every other week I gotta switch states
Cops killin’ niggas and it’s hard to find a safe place
Treat me like ingrate, lunch room, big plate
Still gotta eat though easy as a [?]
And I ain’t got no time for no weakos
I ain’t fuckin’ with no cheap hoes, Lord knows
Could’ve been a whole lot deeper but a lot more simple I been stayin’ on your mental
And the city kills dog men without a pencil, only God knows what they been through

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Find the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

Arcangel & Bad Bunny – Tu No Vive Asi letras

[Bad Bunny]
Me acostumbre al software
Ella no batea
No llegan a casa no se capean
Solo modelos como varea
Multiplica el 100 es en la tarea
Yo soy el cacique en tu propia aldea
Valgo más que todo lo que te rodea
No te la crea recuerda que curri la mete hasta que lebron lo galdea..
Baja por la cuesta, que ando con la orquesta
Cabrones la cesta, yo nunca estoy abajo en las apuestas
Y menos en esta, te la ubico que de la recta final
Estamos en el final de la recta
El diablo me inyecta y saco la casa ni los acuesta.
Otro que se cae por la fuerza de gravedad
Otro más por si sobrevive de casualidad
Refuta mi tesis, cabrón y te vamos a dar catequesis
No he metido un gol y tengo a Cristianos orándole a Messi.

[Arcangel]
Tu ronca cabrón y tú no vive así
Tu jeva se pasa pendiente de mi
Me llama pa’ darle y le digo que si
Yo soy un hijo e’ puta desde que nací

[Bad Bunny]
Tu ronca cabrón y tú no vive así
Tu jeva me llama y le digo que si
Yo no voa cambiar yo siempre he sido así
Sigo a­quí, sigo, sigo a­quí
Yo soy un hijo e’ puta desde que nací.

[Arcangel]
Volví, pero pa’ meterle al Beat
¿Pero como que volví? Yo no entiendo
Si yo nunca me fui
Más duro que el bicho mío
Jode conmigo y sale pal tío
Tengo pal de hijos, pal de sobrinos
El que no me dice papi, me dice tío.
Respeten los rangos, la posición
Cambié la fama por admiración
Nunca me quedo sin munición
Quieren frontear pero no tienen condición.
Sigo mi vida vivo cabrón
Siempre activo en mi maquinón
Salí solito del callejón
Y le compre una mansión a mami de un millón.
Tengo la grasa
Tengo el piquete que mueve las masas
Soy fiel a mi disquera
Por eso to’ el mundo pregunta que pasa
Arcángel suena
Hey, por más que lo bloqueemos
Arcángel llena todos los conciertos
Y nosotros no lo tenemos.

[Bad Bunny]
Tu ronca cabrón y tú no vive así
Tu jeva me llama y le digo que si
Yo no voa cambiar yo siempre he sido así
Yo soy un hijo e’ puta desde que nací.

[Arcangel]
Tu ronca cabrón y tú no vive así
Tu jeva se pasa pendiente de mi
Me llama pa’ darle y le digo que si
Yo soy un hijo e’ puta desde que nací.

[Bad Bunny]
Hoy salimos de noche con todos los muchachos
Puestos pa’ la hisetería
Estos cabrones me roncan de palo y nosotros
Dueños de la ferretería
Andamos con to’ los rosarios sin saber el Ave María
Me roncan, me roncan, me roncan, me roncan
Y están como Meek Mill sin batería.
No fallamos un gancho
Hoy si me toma el engancho
Nos metemos a tu rancho
Y en la cara te hacemos un hueco ancho
¿Qué si soy maleante?
Cabrón yo no sé, lo que sé
Es que los nervios no existen después de 2 percocet
Hoy no hay escusa y si se saca se usa
Si mi 40 fuera Versache
En la cara te hacemos una medusa
La noche es confusa y si conmigo te cruzas
Cabrón te vamo a dejar brincando
Como en el Hola Palusa.
Marihuana, la juca y pastilla
La cubana que te dejo brilla
Hoy te ponemos en capilla
Aunque ande con la familia comiendo en padilla
Todavía no ha nacido alguien que lo haga como yo
Si no te pillo en PR te pillo en los 2000 New York

Austin Baby
Oh shit
Bad Bunny
El Conejo Malo
Y yo soy El Duende Malvado
Hear This Music
Ósea que nos quedó cabrón
Díselo Luian
Mambo Kingz