Usher – She Ain’t Tell Ya lyrics

Every story got more than one side
Today I’mma tell you my side
I hurt you, you hurt me
Even exchange, listen

She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
She ain’t tell ya I paid for her body yeah
She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry no
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
No, she ain’t tell ya I paid for that body no

She ain’t tell ya that money spread it out like carpet
She ain’t tell ya I had her leaking like a faucet
She ever tell you, she ain’t have no love for papi
She ain’t tell you I gotta keep that cash on me (yuh)
She ain’t tell you I gotta keep the bag on me
She ain’t tell you I boost her self-esteem did she?
No she didn’t tell you she’d rather play on my team, did she?
I know she told you things she didn’t mean, did she?
She ain’t tell you she seen three million dollars in jewelry
She ain’t tell you the truth or did she cause I’m curious
She ain’t tell you that check did increase my endurance
She ain’t tell you materialistic girls attract me
She ain’t tell you every time she leave, she coming back for me
She ain’t tell you I got that Bentley truck and cashed down
She ain’t tell you these plush seats feel like a couch
She ain’t tell you I paid off her mama house
And I know my love leave a stain without a doubt
She ain’t gon’ tell you how I came through and put it down
She ain’t gon’ tell you how we like to club up with all these bottles
She ain’t gon’ tell you how I came through last night with sixty models
And I can’t tell you ’bout no issues or no problems
And she ain’t tell you how I flaunt her up in karats
I promise on my soul I’m never gon’ be average
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (she ain’t tell you that shit though)
She ain’t tell you I’m in her veins like IV
She ain’t tell you we just came back from Greece
She ain’t tell you that my bank account increased
She didn’t tell you was the middle of the week then
We woke up on Wednesday and took a spree
She ain’t tell you she was motivating me
She ain’t tell you her designer bag came from me
She ain’t tell you her legs stretched out in Lamborghini seats (no)
If I ain’t laying next to her then she can’t even sleep
When she pull up she be tryna stay with me for weeks
Call me the general, you know I play for keeps
She ain’t tell you I sting like Muhammad Ali

She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry no
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners no
She ain’t tell ya I paid for her body yeah
She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
She ain’t say I paid for her body no
Oh nah, she said, he said
Fuck what they said, no, no

Don’t be bitter, just be better
If I hurt you and you hurt me
How you paint yourself as unlucky?

Jay Steezy – Dreams lyrics

Whoahh Whoahh
Whoahh Whoahh Whoahh
Go tell em, Go tell em
Dreams do come true
You can win if you wanna
Wanna

Hook:
Its my been a hard ride for me
But I did it all on my own
But I had God on my side
Haters be talking that shit
But I ain’t got time for that shit
Just, doing my thang
Nigga’s be talking that shit
I be on rolling in em bens
Niggas be talking that shit
I be on rolling in em bens
I be on getting em payed
I aint trippin but I’m saying yeah yeah
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true
Chuck a middle finger to a hater
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true x2

Verse 1:
Started from the street
Had a dream called go get it
That ain’t that life that I choose
I had to go through that shit
I had a dream
I told my nigga’s they don’t believe me
Now I’m living my life
Now I can dab on the beat
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true
Mama I love you n I thank you
I ain’t tryna give a testimony
But its my benediction
Started with no ruby
Nothing hanged who could be
Now I be flexing in that ruby
My vvs gone shine
I got your girl on the line
Call it whatever you want it
I know how you feelin’ about it
And you can’t do nothing about it
I’m the a highway I’m swervin’
Livin’ wild and I’m free
I’m on the express way going in
It all started with a dream
Yeah, all started with a dream
I be on rollin in em bens
I be on getting em paid
You be tripping
But I am saying yeah yeah yeah
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true
Get it, dream do come true
Get it, dream do come true
Chuck a middle finger to a hater
Dreams do come true
Get it, dream do come true
Get it

Hook: 2
Its my been a hard ride for me
But I did it all on my own
But I had God on my side
Haters be talking that shit
But I ain’t got time for that shit
Just, doing my thang
Nigga’s be talking that shit
I be on rolling in em bens
I be on getting em paid
Niggas be talking that shit
I be on rolling in em bens
I be on getting em payed
You be trippin but I’m saying yeah yeah
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true

Verse 2:
Try try try me
I heard about it a lot
Niggas be acting all tough
Like they Muhammad Ali
“I am the greatest i’ve been sipping on lean”
Quit the talk go get it
Quit the games go chase it
If you really really want it
It all start with a dream
And I know you gonna get it
Coz dreams do come true
If you believe it you know
I might just swerve in da bma
I might just ride in that tooley
I might just tap on that booty
Get dat 5 point for prada yeah
Get it

Hook: 3
Its my been a hard ride for me
But I did it all on my own
But I had God on my side
Haters be talking that shit
But I ain’t got time for that shit
Just, doing my thang
Nigga’s be talking that shit
I be on rolling in em bens
I be on getting em paid
You be trippin but I’m saying yeah yeah yeah
Dreams do come true
Dreams do come true
Get it, dream do come true
Get it

Gucci Mane – Back On

Zone six
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out them gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

No complaints – Metro Boomin lyrics

Lyrics Metro Boomin – No complaints

Know what I’m sayin’?
f*ck what y’all niggas doin’
What you got goin’ on, what’s happenin’?
Yeah, know what I’m sayin’?
Real niggas in this mothaf*cka, mane
Hell yeah, y’all niggas lame, nigga
Y’all niggas, man, know what I’m sayin’?
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Hey!(no complaints)

Ain’t no complaints
Racks in the bank
f*ck what you think
We got some rank
Leave your a*s stank
Robbin’ the bank
Pull out the banger
You was a stranger
We don’t relate (no) racks in the..
Racks in the safe
Steak on my plate
My sons are dons
My b*tch Amazon
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She f*ckin’ for some.

Offset! (smash)
I wanna be like Muhammad Ali (hey)
Hang on the ropes and I beat you to sleep (hey)
Tought to get money ’cause talk is too cheap (cheap)
Quarter million when you open my brief
Celebrity status so keep this s**t brief (huh)
Draco by me ’cause I keep it in reach
Know niggas didn’t do that s**t like that boy Meech
That’s word on the street, let me preach, let me preach (preach)
Listen, lil’ nigga, sometimes you don’t speak
Pull out that stick and I’m sweepin’ the street (bow, bow)
I make a quarter million every week
She sucked out my soul, it’s makin’ me weak (woo)
I’ve been on Percocets for the last week (Perc)
Sippin’ on lean, I’m sleep, geeked
Move out the way, beep, beep
Quit ridin’ the waves, the sea deep.

Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
f*ck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your a*s stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no) racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My b*tch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (plug)
She f*ckin’ for some (smash).

At 17, I wanted everything that was in store
At 23, I bought it all just to make sure, yeah, yeah
f*ck a delay (yeah)
They gotta pay (yeah)
Like it’s back in the day (ayy)
Racks in the (what?)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Look at my face (see?)
Up there with the greats
Steps that I take
You can’t retrace (nah)
Young Metro on bass (bass)
Me, I’m just based (based)
Can’t afford no mistakes
Everything just in case
Billboard where I play
They welcome me, I overstay
I’m a huncho, I’m the boss
My set takin’ off
Polo used to be Lacoste
Water used to be the tap, nigga
Not the Voss versuri-lyrics.info
Damn, things changed (changed)
I’m so awake (woke)
You take the bait (bait)
You get replaced
You do the math, nigga
On 88 dates (cash)
The take-home was crazy
I take home your baby, yeahhh!

Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
f*ck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your a*s stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no) racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My b*tch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (plug)
She f*ckin’ for some (smash).

At 23 I bought it all, just to make sure, yeah, yeah!
Metro Boomin want some more, niggaaa.
Metro Boomin lyrics
Video complaints

DRAKE – No Complaints lyrics

Know what I’m sayin’?
Fuck what y’all niggas doin’
What you got goin’ on
What’s happenin’?
Yeah, know what I’m sayin’?
Real niggas in this mothafucka, mane
Hell yeah, y’all niggas lame there
Y’all niggas, man, know what I’m sayin’?
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Hey!

Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no)
Racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My bitch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She fuckin’ for some (smash)

I wanna be like Muhammad Ali (hey)
Hang on the ropes and I beat you to sleep (hey)
Talk to get money ’cause talk is too cheap (cheap)
Quarter million when you open my brief
Celebrity status so keep this shit brief (huh)
Draco by me ’cause I keep it in reach
Know niggas didn’t do that shit like that boy Meech
That’s word on the street
Let me preach, let me preach (preach)
I make a quarter million every week
Listen, lil’ nigga, sometimes you don’t speak
Pull out that stick and I’m sweepin’ the street (bow, bow)
I make a quarter million every week
She sucked out my soul, it’s makin’ me weak (woo)
I’ve been on Percocets for the last week (Perc)
Sippin’ on lean, I’m sleep, geeked
Move out the way, beep, beep
Quit ridin’ the waves, the sea deep

Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no)
Racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My bitch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She fuckin’ for some (smash)

At 17 I wanted everything that was in store
At 23 I bought it all just to make sure, yeah, yeah
Fuck a delay, yeah
They gotta pay, yeah
Like it’s back in the day, ayy
Racks in the, what?
Racks in the safe (safe)
Look at my face (see?)
Up there with the greats
Steps that I take
You can’t retrace (nah)
Young Metro on bass (bass)
Me, I’m just based (based)
Can’t afford no mistakes
Everything just in case
Billboard where I play
They welcome me, I overstay
I’m a huncho, I’m the boss
My set takin’ off
Polo used to be Lacoste
Water used to be the tap, nigga, not the Voss
Damn things changed (changed)
I’m so awake (woke)
You take the bait (bait)
You get replaced
You do the math, nigga
On 88 days (cash)
The take-home was crazy
I take home your baby, yeah!

Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no)
Racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My bitch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She fuckin’ for some

At 23 I bought it all, just to make sure
Yeah, yeah!
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Metro Boomin – No Complaints (feat. Offset & Drake)

[Intro: Offset & Future]
Know what I’m sayin’?
Fuck what y’all niggas doin’
What you got goin’ on
What’s happenin’?
Yeah, know what I’m sayin’?
Real niggas in this mothafucka, mane
Hell yeah, y’all niggas lame there
Y’all niggas, man, know what I’m sayin’?
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Hey!

[Chorus: Offset]
Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no)
Racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My bitch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She fuckin’ for some (smash)

[Verse 1: Offset]
I wanna be like Muhammad Ali (hey)
Hang on the ropes and I beat you to sleep (hey)
Talk to get money ’cause talk is too cheap (cheap)
Quarter million when you open my brief
Celebrity status so keep this shit brief (huh)
Draco by me ’cause I keep it in reach
Know niggas didn’t do that shit like that boy Meech
That’s word on the street
Let me preach, let me preach (preach)
I make a quarter million every week
Listen, lil’ nigga, sometimes you don’t speak
Pull out that stick and I’m sweepin’ the street (bow, bow)
I make a quarter million every week
She sucked out my soul, it’s makin’ me weak (woo)
I’ve been on Percocets for the last week (Perc)
Sippin’ on lean, I’m sleep, geeked
Move out the way, beep, beep
Quit ridin’ the waves, the sea deep

[Chorus: Offset]
Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no)
Racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My bitch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She fuckin’ for some (smash)

[Verse 2: Drake]
At 17 I wanted everything that was in store
At 23 I bought it all just to make sure, yeah, yeah
Fuck a delay, yeah
They gotta pay, yeah
Like it’s back in the day, ayy
Racks in the, what?
Racks in the safe (safe)
Look at my face (see?)
Up there with the greats
Steps that I take
You can’t retrace (nah)
Young Metro on bass (bass)
Me, I’m just based (based)
Can’t afford no mistakes
Everything just in case
Billboard where I play
They welcome me, I overstay
I’m a huncho, I’m the boss
My set takin’ off
Polo used to be Lacoste
Water used to be the tap, nigga, not the Voss
Damn things changed (changed)
I’m so awake (woke)
You take the bait (bait)
You get replaced
You do the math, nigga
On 88 days (cash)
The take-home was crazy
I take home your baby, yeah!

[Chorus: Offset]
Ain’t no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin’ the bank (bank)
Pull out the banger (raahhh)
You was a stranger (stranger)
We don’t relate (no)
Racks in the… (rack)
Racks in the safe (safe)
Steak on my plate (steak)
My sons are dons (dons)
My bitch Amazon (bad)
My plug is hund (Offset, plug)
She fuckin’ for some

[Outro: Drake & Young Thug]
At 23 I bought it all, just to make sure
Yeah, yeah!
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Section Boyz – Army Lyrics

[Chorus: Swift]
Came with the gang on the set
Walk in like the army
How could a gyal be peng
And try walk past me?
Came to your ends with my friends
And I know that’s jarring
Free up my friends who got locked
By the bloodclart ‘rali, ‘rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

[Verse 1: Littlez]
So certi
How can they pass me?
Done locked off dances
Now man get paid to party
Got gyal dem stalking
Rudeboy, yeah, man’s so charming
T-house, mad work in
Bedroom look like man’s farming
Bill up my, bill up my draw with Barney
Dem gyal do too much talking
Wan’ come jam, they jar me
Gyal tek it off and get twerking
Gold on me like gnarly
Loud packs get a hani
Being ghost, I move Gastly
I don’t rate man hardly

[Verse 2: Swift]
Feds on ends
Spies, informers and ‘rali
Re-up my sket
Long time she ain’t give me ‘nani
I like gyal that are peng
Dem kind of gyal make me horny
Back then with the jack jaw ped
Like Tommy or Charlie
Man make a brick go quick
Who can move it the fastest?
Link Flipz in a bit
Man’s listening to “Dun Talkin’”
Gyal wanna link
Thinking should I be drawing?
She like Swift but
She ain’t see me in the morning

[Verse 3: Knine]
Come in the dance, start flexing
You know the whole gang stay reckless
Bu-bu-bang like Fek said
Mash the Ps and let’s get bread
Dem man dere are jarring
Act like they put in work, they’re just targets
A hundred thugs dem marching
Grab the ting and then bark it
Time to grind for the morning
Bill a spliff while I’m yawning
What’s all the typing and talking?
Vocal the cartridge in and then spark it
Hotline blinging off, bare talking
Dem boys see me ’nuff, bare talking
Man’s gonna get bread regardless
When I want trees, I link farmers

[Chorus: Swift]
Came with the gang on the set
Walk in like the army
How could a gyal be peng
And try walk past me?
Came to your ends with my friends
And I know that’s jarring
Free up my friends who got locked
By the bloodclart ‘rali, ‘rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

[Verse 4: Inch]
I came there
Shell that stage there
No, I don’t play fair
Wah? Wah? Wait there
Kick off mi shoe there
Step inna di room there
Bored right through there
Kick up the yout, turn ’em typhoon, yeah
This ah di warlord school
No, we don’t play with fools
Man just got the shell a man call
So I came with the shell a man crew
Peng tings wanna shell a man too
And they don’t mind slamming in twos
All they need is gas and juice
I don’t care ’bout no dickhead yout

[Verse 5: Deepee]
My bruddas, my bro V
Posted up like the Marleys
Dude on the phone
That’s [?] iCarly
I can see why you hate cause you’re broke
And they love you hardly
Walked in the strip
Had the frontline looking like Cani
Muhammad Ali
I am the greatest, you cannot pass me
Man crush bud inna hand on the road
When I step with chargie
I’m a real nigga but my real name?
That, you can’t ask me
Free my bros
Got locked by the bloodclart ‘rali

[Verse 6: Sleeks]
Tracksuit Mafia
See me in shirts hardly
Trap and rap
Tony Hawk cause I’m grinding
Money on my mind, where’s that pack?
Go find it
I ain’t rich yet
But I’ll soon be in perfect timing
I won’t wife her
But that poom poom is a Ferrari
She wan’ lock me like
Them bracelets made by Carti’
Fuck the ‘rali
Lock down half the army
Smoking flavours
Bill it up and spark it

[Chorus: Swift]
‘Rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

Brother Ali – Own Light (What Hearts Are For)

You’re not using your heart for
What hearts are for

[Chorus]
They’ve been trying to shut us down our whole life
I thank God for healing
You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
Thank God for listening, listen
You’ve been trying to build me up my whole life
I thank God for building
You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
I thank God I’m living

[Verse 1]
Sometime I feel like a stranger, maybe I ain’t from here
World going crazy, how could that be unclear?
Know that I’m a soldier, heart’s on my battleground
Sword in the holster, had to come back around
I ain’t trying to hide away, I just had to meditate
I ain’t got a lot to say but the ancestors may
Speaking to the whole globe, numbers don’t occur to me
You can listen solo ’cause you’re the whole world to me
I jump in with both feet nothing low key
You can find me where I’m s’posed be, where my folks be
If you listen very closely you know who chose me
Nothing that I own owns me and so I’m so free
I remember being hungry needing groceries
Nighttime getting no sleep ’til my nose bleed
Got a message to the police:
You’re not using your heart for what hearts are for

[Chorus]
They’ve been trying to shut us down our whole life
I thank God for healing
You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
Thank God for listening, listen
You’ve been trying to build me up my whole life
I thank God for building
You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
I thank God I’m living

[Verse 2]
Not for one second I believe what you’re telling me
I know you invented disease and sell the remedy
Universe is sending me centuries of memories
So the very breath that I breathe is all I ever need
I got that Muhammad Ali up in my pedigree
Yes I be speaking my peace up in my seventies
Ain’t worry bout ya threatening me, I’m just being honest
I ain’t buying fear just because it’s all you got left
We just want to make love ’til we wake up
I believe whoever made us envisioned greatness
And you know they want to paint us with the same brush
Wanna interchain us ’til we fill our grave up
Alright okay but when it’s all said and it’s all done
And I look back at the trophies I won
I will only count one
I’m using my heart for what hearts are for

[Chorus]
They’ve been trying to shut us down our whole life
I thank God for healing
You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
Thank God for listening, listen
You’ve been trying to build me up my whole life
I thank God for building
You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
I thank God I’m living

[Verse 3]
And I know who I am
I know whose I am
On your wings, I fly and your shoes, I stand
I’m animated by love, I don’t move by chance
Any stage I touch and any place I stand
There y’all land, living in the world as it is
Cracked a vessel, I am no more and no less than a man
Any po-sessions that I have are just in my hand
I’m balancing the best that I can
I’m not making no claims but
I’m using my heart for what hearts are for

All the beauty in this whole life (uh)
I thank God for healing
And You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
I thank God for listening, listen
You’ve been trying to build me up my whole life
I thank God for building
You ain’t got to get me lit, I got my own light
I thank God I’m living
Just reflecting all the beauty in this whole life

Kevin Gates – Wish I Had It

[Intro]
Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted
A vision without action is merely a dream
Action is the grind, it’s the hustle, it’s the persistence

[Verse 1]
In the car while roaming around
All my thoughts been roaming around
Where I come from like a hole in the ground
Silly me still holdin’ it down
Every car pass by with the music on loud while bumpin’ Roaming Around
Tellin’ me to make a hit but I really don’t get why they walked on Roaming Around

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 2]
Light skin and I fight good just like Muhammad Ali
Jab nasty, hook good, just like Muhammad Ali
(Rollin’ bands, in my pants, talkin’ cash, I’mma smash) Hol’ up
Out the streets, stay in the streets all I can do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in Common, I’m not a B.o.B
Hustle hard and I’m hands on
I’m a good guy that could transform
Did time I ain’t ask for
Still sendin’ mail through the hatch form
Different city within the city
More over product than a ant farm
L-l-l-look, don’t try this at home

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 3]
I be loaded, thinkin’ of condos (Gizzle, what)
Product of a broken home
Pray but I just hope that I don’t choke what I’m smokin’ on
Potent, ocean-grown, no cologne I just roll
Two-time convicted felon, dumb shit, get at me
Yeah it’s Luca Brasi right here talkin’ bitch you know I got them racks
I’mma shooter, with a shooter, I ain’t never pay for that
Young Money wanna sign me, my rap jacket too violent
Bread Winner, 100it Gang, that’s Dreco and Mazi

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

MC Bilal – Nummer Eins (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)

Lass dich nicht unterkriegen, niemals dir den Mund verbieten
Um zu wissen, wie sich’s oben anfühlt, musst du unten liegen
Sei niemals unzufrieden, Mama
Für dich würd ich sterben, ich schwöre, ich werde alles geben, um zu siegen
Ich geh mein’n Weg, so wie Salahadin
Doch vergiss nie, Jahwe, Gott oder Allah zu dien’n
Selbst wenn du fällst und die ganze Welt dich auslacht
Zeig, dass es dir nichts ausmacht, glaub an dich und kämpf, wenn du ein’n Traum hast
Ich lauf ins Studio wie Muhammad Ali in den Ring
Und mess mich mit den Kings, anders käm es mir nie in den Sinn
Jetzt bin ich mittendrin, im Studio, wo die Größten war’n
It was all a dream, und mein Traum wurde wirklich wahr
Ich bin nicht größenwahnsinnig, nur weil ich ehrlich bin
Vom Kinderzimmer in die Hauptstadt, so wie im Märchenfilm
Mama hat gesagt, dass ich stark wäre
Und trotzdem ein Star wäre, selbst wenn ich kein Star werde

Selbst, wenn du denkst, dass du trotz Arbeit unten bleibst
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Und wenn du denkst, dass dich der Hass und der Kummer reißt
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Du musst an dich glauben, damit du was erreichst
Nur mit Ehrgeiz und mehr Fleiß kommst du sehr weit
Und wer weiß, vielleicht wird es nie passier’n
Denn noch stehen deine Eltern immer hinter dir

Ich kämpfe für mein Ziel und erfüll mir meinen Traum
Ich lag für neun Monate im Bauch der wunderschönsten Frau
Für Papa bleibe ich ein Star, ein Goldrapper
Auch ohne hunderttausend Platten in den Charts
Ich erreiche mit den Parts eine breite Masse
Auch, wenn mich paar Neider hassen, ich werd einfach weiter machen
"Du wirst es einmal schaffen" sagte meine Mutter mal
Zu diesem Zeitpunkt hatt ich nichtmal hundet Follower
Doch vielleicht wird es schlimmer, denn nichts bleibt für immer
Denn dann geh ich wieder zu Mama und schreib Hits im Kinderzimmer
Ich könnte heute die Charts stürm’n
Doch hätte kein Problem, am nächsten Tag im Einzelhandel ein Regal zu füll’n
Ich bin für nichts zu stolz, solang ich mich nicht verbiege
Solang ich mein Gesicht nicht verliere bei meiner Familie
Doch Mama hat gesagt, dass ich stark wäre
Und trotzdem ein Star wäre, selbst wenn ich kein Star werde

Selbst, wenn du denkst, dass du trotz Arbeit unten bleibst
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Und wenn du denkst, dass dich der Hass und der Kummer reißt
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Du musst an dich glauben, damit du was erreichst
Nur mit Ehrgeiz und mehr Fleiß kommst du sehr weit
Und wer weiß, vielleicht wird es nie passier’n
Denn noch stehen deine Eltern immer hinter dir

Selbst wenn ich viel verkaufe, muss ich nicht bei Rap bleiben
Vielleicht gründ ich ‘ne Familie und werd wegreisen
Alles wegschmeißen, ich kann mich selbst entscheiden
Vielleicht muss ich putzen in meinen schwersten Zeiten
Vielleicht werd ich reich und spende jeden Cent
Vielleicht werd ich so arm, dass ich dann draußen im Regen penn
Doch Mama hat gesagt, dass ich stark wäre
Und trotzdem ein Star wäre, selbst wenn ich kein Star werde

Selbst, wenn du denkst, dass du trotz Arbeit unten bleibst
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Und wenn du denkst, dass dich der Hass und der Kummer reißt
Für deine Eltern bleibst du für immer die Nummer Eins
Du musst an dich glauben, damit du was erreichst
Nur mit Ehrgeiz und mehr Fleiß kommst du sehr weit
Und wer weiß, vielleicht wird es nie passier’n
Denn noch stehen deine Eltern immer hinter dir