Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Need To Know lyrics

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
I’m really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin’ pills and poppin’ percs
And got some weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper + Macklemore]
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
I’m already afraid of tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can’t forget it
It’s fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don’t make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don’t need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won’t be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I’m running with a pair of scissors
Looking in the mirror like, “Damn that ain’t my dad, is it?”
He handed the torch but he ain’t hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, mini-midis
In-ears and CDs, I put the indie in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn’t no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Instrumental break]

[Outro: Macklemore]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be…okay

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q – Bag On Me

[Intro: Don Q]
I got that bag on me, I-I got that bag on me now
I got that bag on me, I-I keep that bag on me now
I got that bag on me, I-I got that bag on me now
I got that bag on me, I-I keep that bag on me now

[Pre-Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
They want to run down on me
When they see me them niggas is mad at me
So I walk around with it
Cause they plottin’ and I keep that bag on me
I was a clown to them hatin’ niggas
Yeah they used to laugh at me
Now I got to hold it down
Case a nigga feel like he want to come after me

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Cause I got that bag on me, yeah I got that bag on me
I got that bag on me, yeah I keep that bag on me
They want to run down on me
When they see me them niggas is mad at me
So I walk around with it
Cause they plottin’ and I keep that bag on me

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Double R’s what we ridin’
Highbridge spelt in diamonds
Fell in love with designer
Then I fell in love with Rihanna
All I hang around is shottas
They’ll never ever tell your honor
Nina have em singin’, Na-Na-Na-Nuh
We can meet up anywhere you want to
Run it up, I run it up again
She was frontin’ so I fucked her friend
Bitches callin’ me a dog because
I dont wanna fall in love with them
You could call it what you wanted cause
She gon’ still let me fuck again
I’ma keep on countin’ hundreds so
We don’t fuck with you Washingtons
They just want to see me starve again
Reason why I’m goin’ hard again
Missed my target so I shot again
Missed my ex so I shot again
You a dub, you is not a ten
Just the money, I don’t got a friend
Told my hitter shoot, he shot at them
Left a nigga in the garbage bin
Now I got that bag fuck that shit I never had
Cause I’m going in for that shit
And I never laugh at a nigga if he doing bad
Cause nigga I been through that shit
But I’m in my bag, yeah my nigga, I’m in my bag
But I think you been knew that shit
How I make a track, and I’m making niggas mad
And I know they ain’t doin shit

[Pre-Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
They want to run down on me
When they see me them niggas is mad at me
So I walk around with it
Cause they plottin’ and I keep that bag on me
I was a clown to them hatin’ niggas
Yeah they used to laugh at me
Now I got to hold it down
Case a nigga feel like he want to come after me

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Cause I got that bag on me, yeah I got that bag on me
I got that bag on me, yeah I keep that bag on me
They want to run down on me
When they see me them niggas is mad at me
So I walk around with it
Cause they plottin’ and I keep that bag on me

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Dreamt about it, then we went and did it
Double-R’s, we was really in it
Pullin’ up and they be in they feelings
It was all good when we was in the Civic
Sick jewels make your bitch choose
They all stare when the wrist move
And it all came from that raw cane
In the kitchen with the wrist moves
Give a fuck about your rap deal
I could show you how the cash feel
Run it up until the bags fill
Safe spot, keep stash sealed
Money money, I don’t sleep without it
Couple hundreds, I don’t leave without it
All my niggas got to keep it solid
Then if not then I don’t want to be around it
Now my bitch bad, got a C around it
I just took my neck and put a key around it
Money piling, I can’t see around it
So the pocket rockets, got to keep around it
We couldn’t just settle, my foot on the pedal
I come in Hell’s Kitchen and cook with the devil
I’m good in the ghetto, for real nigga
I be in the trenches with the night riders
And the pack pushers and the white buyers
I’m like Mike Myers with a knife by him
I could bring it to you but the price higher
Bust down, make the ice brighter
We ain’t really on sight typers
We the serve you on sight type of
Give it to you in a white Viper

[Pre-Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
They want to run down on me
When they see me them niggas is mad at me
So I walk around with it
Cause they plottin’ and I keep that bag on me
I was a clown to them hatin’ niggas
Yeah they used to laugh at me
Now I got to hold it down
Case a nigga feel like he want to come after me

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Cause I got that bag on me, yeah I got that bag on me
I got that bag on me, yeah I keep that bag on me
They want to run down on me
When they see me them niggas is mad at me
So I walk around with it
Cause they plottin’ and I keep that bag on me