French basketballer ‘Wemby’ aims for a shot in the NBA

class=”MuiTypography-root-225 MuiTypography-h1-230″>French basketballer ‘Wemby’ aims for a shot in the NBA

Victor Wembanyama, 18, is a once-in-a-generation phenomenon. Known as “Wemby,” he’s a 7-foot, 4-inch tall athlete playing professionally in his native country of France. Next year, he’s entering the NBA draft. 

The WorldNovember 11, 2022 · 3:45 PM EST

Victor Wembanyama, player from the Metropolitans 92 during a game against the Elan Bearnais, in Levallois Perret, near Paris, Tuesday, Sept.27, 2022.

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The National Basketball Association (NBA) season is underway and the league is brimming with talent. But one of the biggest basketball stories this season is focused on a young player overseas.

Victor Wembanyama, 18, is a once-in-a-generation phenomenon. Known as “Wemby,” he’s a 7-foot, 4-inches tall athlete playing professionally in his native country of France.

Next year, he’s entering the NBA draft. But he’s already getting high praise from some of the greatest players ever.

“I’ve never seen — no one has ever seen — anyone as tall as he is, but as fluid and graceful as he is out on the floor,” legendary player LeBron James has said about Wemby.

George Eddy, a pro-basketball player in France and NBA broadcaster for 30 years, has known about Wemby’s talent for a long time. He remembers playing with Wemby’s dad and met Wemby himself when he was 15 at a local gym just outside of Paris. 

Wemby’s mother was an international player on the French national team and his father was a former track and field athlete that taught his son at an early age how to run, which explains his mobility and footwork, Eddy said. 

“The guy has had excellent ball handling technique since he was almost a baby,” he said. 

There hasn’t been a young prospect with so much hype since LeBron James in nearly 20 years. Wemby’s high school games were even broadcast on ESPN.

But international basketball scout Jason Filippi said the excitement around Wembanyama is on a different level — and that can be a lot of pressure for a young player. 

“I’ve seen a lot of young men who are being super-hyped and they buckled under the pressure. You can see that they were not at ease, they were nervous, if not on the court, at least off the court.” 

In response to all this praise, Wemby said he wants to stay focused on this goal. 

Filippi said that he believes Wembanyama could become one of the best players in the league.

Over the last three decades, the percentage of international players in the NBA has tripled to about 1 in 4 today.

It should come as no surprise anymore that top NBA players come from Croatia, Canada or Slovenia, Filippi said.

And Victor Wembanyama, from France, is widely expected to be the first pick in the 2023 NBA draft.

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Zaytoven – Boot Up lyrics

(feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Zaytoven
Yeah
I want [?] some boot up (boot up)
You know I put the bag on ’em
(That’s that Molly in there)
Boot up, boot up, boot up

[Chorus: Future]
I want [?] some boot up (woo)
I want [?] some boot up (woo)
I want [?] some boot up
I got that work when I pull up
I want [?] some boot up
I want [?] some boot up
I want that foreign, I pull up
I’m in that foreign, I pull up (skrrt)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
I want [?] some boot up (skrrt)
I’m in a foreign, I pull up

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m tryna pass the momma (woah)
She tryna grab the movie
Tryna [?] on that boot up
Shawty gon’ fuck all the loot up (loot up)
I got them tabs, you poppin’ them [?]
You better go stack you some boot up
I’m livin’ like I’m Godzilla (yeah)
I’m bouta go see the killer
Takin’ the [?] with the pill
You don’t know what that done did to me (what it)
I gave him a [?] out in the chimney
I just copped this cold broad an’ she from the Philippines
She wanna fuck up the cost, for real
I see how she look at the [?]
You wanna take you a ‘Xanny?
I pass ’em out like they candy
Put my love inside a cup, pour it up at any
Shawty like the way I fuck when I’m on the Roxies
On a half-a-gram of yuck, you can’t stop me

[Chorus: Future]
I want [?] some boot up (woo)
I want [?] some boot up (woo)
I want [?] some boot up
I got that work when I pull up
I want [?] some boot up
I want [?] some boot up
I want that foreign, I pull up
I’m in that foreign, I pull up (skrrt)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
I want [?] some boot up (skrrt)
I’m in a foreign, I pull up

[Verse 2: Future]
She get that work when I ask for it (yeah)
I don’t give away no cash flow (nah)
I’m always down to my last four (woo)
I’m four-down on my last ho
Came in her mouth, are you hardcore? (yeah)
You get to give me an encore
They need to give me my own show
I done sold out on my own tour
I want the work when I [?]
I just need to see the cash first
I just need to see the bag first (bag)
I’ma get it, that my last word
[?] with a young [?]
But he ain’t doin’, I’m an outburst him
I’ma hit his bitch mouth first
I’ma show him how to floss first
See that nigga, he a boss, baby
I’ma show you that I’m bosser
I’ma have her saying, “Yes, sir” (yes)
Pimpin’ bitches, I did that first
NBA in my lecture (yeah)
I already ran off on Hector (woo)
I’m pourin’ up in a Tesla
An’ I get drops

[Chorus: Future]
I want [?] some boot up (woo)
I want [?] some boot up (woo)
I want [?] some boot up (woo)
I got that work when I pull up
I want [?] some boot up
I want [?] some boot up
I want that foreign, I pull up
I’m in that foreign, I pull up (skrrt)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Boot up, boot up, nigga (woo)
I want [?] some boot up (skrrt)
I’m in a foreign, I pull up

NAV – Champion lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these racks cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Smash out
I call my ho and then I smash out
I brought my bros, let’s get this cash out
I in my mind drop the bag off (bag off)
I’m going top [?] ain’t no back off
Just bought a new crib of what was [?]
I drip my cup, I make it mad tall, mad tall
None of these hoes is basic, yeah
Grease stuck in my teeth like braces, yeah
VVSs, don’t need Lasik, yeah
Iced-out crosses, freezing Satan, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 2: NAV]
Fucked a famous girl to “Mask Off” (Molly, percocet)
Pop a bean an’ let the bags talk
Bought ten bottles on a last call (last call)
Flew a basic girl out from Alaska
Illegal alien inside my spaceship
Toosies on my shoosies, not no eight six
Get out my face, my pockets full of faces
Bust down gold AP, that’s not no stainless (yahh)
My Rollie told me what the day is
I like her ’cause she basic, she got braces
Her followers 100k, then she too famous
If she got a thousand, might make her my main bitch, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these rats cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Preach lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Swift on the track
I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I’m a devil
These niggas know what up, know I’m ’bout whateva
I’m in the streets, I keep that heat, you know that I be steppin’

[Verse 1]
I miss the Nawf just like my granny, my heart in them trenches
Yo’ girl gon’ cheat on you for nothing, so I’m done with these bitches
I think about it every minute, ain’t stoppin’ my mission
On my payroll I got hittas, I pay ’em commision
Interrogated by detectives, won’t tell ’em I did it
I told Montana that I love him, on Dave I meant it
Put twenty thousand on his head, they catch him, I send it
Get on my knee on side the bed like “Father, forgive me”
Was sellin’ weed, fucked up my profit, I ain’t make a dolla
The fame gettin’ to my niggas, I cut off my partners
Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa
Movin’ like he can’t get touched real quick, I bet I stop ’em
Nigga ain’t give me shit but hand out like I owe him something
I don’t give a fuck, if we step together, I’ll show you something
Bitches think they slick, they all deceive so I’ll never love ’em
Bre was my first love but she changed so I’ll never trust her

[Bridge]
This the files of a nigga who ain’t neva bleed
This the story of a child who was in them streets
Why the fuck I’m taking care of them? They ain’t do shit for me
Why the fuck I’m showing you so much love?
And bitch you leaving me

[Verse 2]
Keandre dead, the only thing I think about is Tyler
I’m full of pain but wake up every morning and I’m smilin’
They think I’m dumb, you got me fucked up, I got plenty knowledge
They don’t give a fuck ’bout how I feel, they don’t know my problems
Just ’cause you around me, I ain’t forget ’bout everything you said
I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead
Do anything in the world for you, I’m livin’ red
Showin’ love to them niggas, they might bust my head
Mad ’bout a gun, but for a fact bitch I won’t do you nothin’
Mad that I’m up but you remember, you ain’t give me nothing
I ain’t give up on my mission, fuck you mean bitch? I was steady hustlin’
Handin’ all you niggas money bitch, and I steady strugglin’
Montana know about my pain and everything I told him
I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him
Up in that cell, bitch I was cryin’ with no one to hold me
YoungBoy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me

[Chorus]
Batty bwoy if you cross, I’ma take your life
I’m full of drugs so I’ma die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil’ brother and my sons it’s gon’ be alright
NBA until the end, it’s a way of life
Young nigga fillin’ up his arm with some heroin
He was abandoned as a child screamin’, “Red rum”
You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder
Livin’ wrong and right, trustin’ nobody ’til his time come
Yo’ ex just exposed you, now you mad like I was neva here
Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip
Momma forgive me for all them times I use to trip
Know it’s a purpose in this world why I need to live

[Interlude]
It ain’t too long
Y’all don’t give a fuck ’bout me, bitch
I did something for all y’all, y’all got me fucked up
Out the flap I ain’t gotta smile in nobody face
Y’all tell me ’bout all y’all problems, y’all don’t ask how I’m feelin’ huh?
Bitch I been feelin’ like I’m finna die, bitch I cry alone
This for all, this for all them young niggas who gone
And all the people who miss they babies, you heard me?
Fuck everybody who ain’t mine, y’all ain’t making my life no betta, gang

[Chorus]
Young nigga fillin’ up his arm with some heroin
He was abandoned as a child screamin’, “Red rum”
You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder
Livin’ wrong and right, trustin’ nobody ’til his time come
Batty bwoy if you cross I’ma take your life
I’m full of drugs so I’ma die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil’ brother and my sons it’s gon’ be alright
NBA until the end, it’s a way of life

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Outside Today lyrics

[Chorus]
Tryna hide from the cameras, I ain’t going outside today
Couldn’t find Hi-Tec, so I’m drinking on Act’ today
I’ma pull up in style, we gon’ do a drive by in the Wraith
I’ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

[Verse 1]
That money be callin’, I don’t do no talkin’, so get the fuck outta my face
Gotta TEC and a chopper, with a hundred thousand dollars up in the Wraith
You know I ain’t slippin’, you know that I’m with it, I’ll shoot him right up in his face
Three say that I’m trippin’, you know that I’m drippin’, I’m wrapped in Saran today
I just bought a brand new watch from God, I ain’t put it on yet
I don’t care ’bout no bitch, I ain’t giving her shit, spend it all on my homies
I put on my son, from my car to my house, everything, I own it
When it come to that money you know I ain’t stuntin’, I be on it
I just got a pet monkey, cashed out on a tiger
But really don’t want it, my son don’t like him
He say that we beefin’, you know I won’t fight him
My clip full of thunder, you know I’ll strike ’em
Wanna join NBA, go and catch you a body
Free Kevin Gates, it’s a murder for hire
Double G gang on the front of my title
Got rid of my Glock and I bought me a rifle

[Chorus]
Tryna hide from the cameras, I ain’t going outside today
Couldn’t find Hi-Tec, so I’m drinking on Act’ today
I’ma pull up in style, we gon’ do a drive by in the Wraith
I’ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

[Verse 2]
I jump out at your house, I ain’t shootin’ from the corner
Been bought me a bitch but I really don’t want her
I don’t do no cappin’, I keep it one hunnid
Right now I’m recordin’ with ten thousand on me
He say he want smoke but I know he don’t want it
Shoot him and his bitch and I up on his homie
You know how I’m feelin’, I don’t got to say it
Face every problem all by my lonely

[Chorus]
Tryna hide from the cameras, I ain’t going outside today
Couldn’t find Hi-Tec, so I’m drinking on Act’ today
I’ma pull up in style, we gon’ do a drive by in the Wraith
I’ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

Travis Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) lyrics

[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
And then we…

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (and then we)
S’il vous plaît, don’t you hate, all through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, uh)
All through the late night (whoa)

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
Oh, it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this piece
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play
Then we’ll sleep all through the day
And do it again

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (and then we)
S’il vous plaît, don’t you hate, all through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, uh)
All through the…

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Day ‘n’ nite (yeah)
I toss and turn, I keep stress in my mind, mind (yah, yah)
I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain (yah)
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play (yah, ooh)
Mhmm, balance (yeah)
Find your balance (pipe up, yah)
God said it’s my talent (ooh, ooh)
Sprinkle a little season on the salad (ooh, ooh)
Relieve my heart of malice (yeah)
Hit my Palace (straight up)
Stroke my cactus (it’s lit)
Ooh, don’t wait (yeah)
Mhm, don’t play (yeah, yeah)
Play no games like the NBA (brr)
Throwin’ checks like the NBA (brr)
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin’ shots like the NRA (drr)
Yeah-ah, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi (straight up)
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (yuh)
Shawty—yah—on the scene, yah (yah)
Pull up on the scene, yah (yah)
Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy (yah)
Ah, save all, take it right (yeah)
Ah, take it all, never light (straight up)
Ah, had a ball, had a night (yeah)
Ah, after all, sleep good (yah)

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (and then we)
S’il vous plaît, don’t you hate, all through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (hmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (uh)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, mmm)
All through the late night (meh, uh)
All through the late night. (whoa)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Right or Wrong Lyrics

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I’ve been standing outside of the door has stuck up the stove
Look at my eyes tell me what you see
Whole lotta pain you can say that you don’t
Give up on you I would say that I won’t
A lotta people I had that to live alone
Momma told that Im going to jail
I ain’t respond I just hang up the phone
Them niggas trynna to get change on you
How can you say that
The whole time I was locked in a cell
They was holding my back (no lie)
Im on everythink that’s a fact, I ain’t never looking back
I ain’t never going back, forever gon run up that sack
Spit nothing but the truth when I spit on the track
Show my scars I do not where I at
Baby Joe put that draco to his back
Baby Joe put that draco to his cap
That shit that you talkin I tell you it’s cap
Don’t talk on that phone I know that its tapped
Fuck jail I don’t wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is at
NBA, I put that on the map
Everyday they be in the trap
Death for me so I stay with a strap
It’s gon happen I no runnin from that
Hope my son still grow up with a dad
I ve been scare really quick I can be mad
I ve been scared I do this for my friends

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been doing everything wrong
Draped up in VVS stones
When they want Chanel I put it on
Caught the Bentayaga put it on
Hop the Lamborghini and I’m gone
I didn’t hit a lick fucking long
I was selling liks in the zone
I don’t ran it up from money long
I just speed race for the dollars
I got cuban link on my coler
Keep a plane AP on my wrist
I done already got rich
Got 20 chains in the vault
Put a dog food to my dawg
Im on prometh everysingle day
I don’t never have withdrawals
The streets they calling my name
Start gainin a little fame
Drive the bitches insane
Most niggas gonna change
My niggas stay the same
Switching in another lanes
I just cop a new Range
Only drove it one time
Still thuggin one time
Turn a seven to a dime
Whoop the four to a nine
Flawless diamonds gonna shine
Make a nigga go blind
I’ve been walkin like a head light
Get a different head everynight
Got a aunt still I love to ??
Free the 5 star hotel that’s a motherfuckin projects
I recognize that Im blessed?
Im very different from the rest
Put my niggas on jets
Just to motivate the thugs
Just to show the nigga love

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

Young Scooter – Bail Out (feat. NBA YoungBoy)

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[1st Verse]
Quick trip, told em’cord cause he took his watch
I’m from the bottom ain’t no way in hell flop
If i got problems, then you know they come and spray your block
I pull up in any hood niqqa, and send them shots
Them black amigos prices yeah, they real righteous
I know some niqqas that doing 20s and some doing lifes
I be talkin to em on facetime, with cons and ? em
My lil partner facing 20 yeah, he stuck in Rikers
2004 yeah, i caught my first felony
I got caught up on the block, 200 sacks a week
F–k my daddy, cause that niqqa ain’t ever to sh-t but street
behind the walls, Ima make sure all my niqqas eat

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[2nd Verse]
I got that lawyer large money, I got a large bag
Gotta pay for ? get that time back
I told you when you get that time, you can’t rewind that
And ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind for dat
2008 niqqa, I couldn’t even make bail
2006, I had my son and I was broke as hell
2009, I start increasing my clientele
Real talk, I used to sleep in a house full of bail
What’s in that car, before I ride with ya
Oh, that’s your partner, he ain’t ride with ya
You get sometimes she ain’t gon’ ride with ya
I’d never switch up on my niqqas

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

[3rd Verse]
I remember in that cell block
My first time 38 days, no I couldn’t bail out
I’ll never change, I’m in the game, I’ll never fall out
Running that dice game, it don’t cost half a large, it stretched out
Scooter let me get em and I got em
Young niqqa, I’m forever wildin’
Daddy left me as a todler, I’m going up, I aint stoppin
Niqqa trippin, you know I stay wit it
From the corner, you know I already got em
BMG,NBA
Niqqa hating cause they know we a problem
MMMhhh, Ooohhh , Yeeeaah
Couldn’t bail out
I remember in that cell block
That’s on my heart, that’s on my soul
Yeah, Ima stand tall

[Chorus]
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts
I remember I couldn’t bail out
My daddy left, that niqqa bailed out
They tellin out, these niqqas ain’t bailing out
Young scooter get money in large amounts

Wale – All Star Break Up

[Verse 1]
If my pride was aside, I probably would text you first
But, If you could die from a broken heart you would drive a hearse
Cause, every guy that has ever found you attractive and acted on it
Back pedals much after, that’s when you’ve shown your worth
And I heard you love NBA niggas and
Now, you could track how much them niggas make and make rounds
At the All-Star break of day or so by valentine’s
So my advice if shorty doesn’t know the game she gaming y’all
And this valentine’s, dollar signs have you satisfied
The Gold’s Peak add a rollie and fashion nova ad
And that don’t mean to talk to you like a ho cause nah
We both do what we want but if I want you
I must want you bad, right

[Pre-Hook]
Just saying, right
Your friends all getting married but yeah right
It’s scary, right
That’s real life
You might just catch you a spirit, you praying right

[Hook]
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in

[Verse 2]
Look
Pardon this pessimistic
Message I’m representing
Yes yes, i know this bitch
I mean woman, I was getting reckless
But hol up lemme get one second
I spent so much in Fendi
She know I’m cool with Robyn
She bother me for the Fenty yeah
I’m trying to block the part of my heart that thrives on your affection
You tried the love it’s not enough, it’s cars, it’s money, attention
But, I’m way too flawed to judge you
And I do my part to push you
Father and father from me from my broads and all my problems
She say look ‘le I’m sorry, my plane leaves in the morning
I’m trying to hit some parties, and Staples for the performances
Maybe I’ll see you Monday, thanks for this box of chocolates and
Roses you hold before me but court seats could get me 40
Thousand likes on my IG, someone I like just invited me
Plus I’m not even wifey, plus you 5’9 he’s a giant no
Baby mama, I might could just make a blog and get popular
Let’s hold a 40 before us but fame and fortune excites me
My valentine

[Outro]
I don’t believe in valentines
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines
You ever lost your main jawn to a point guard or a small forward
I don’t believe in
I find it funny Cupid’s busiest days, four days before the All-Star
It was fun while it lasted
I don’t believe in

NBA Youngboy & Kodak Black – Chosen One

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stayed the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

Belly – Mumble Rap

Uh, fuckin’ hoes that ain’t worth a cent
In homes that ain’t worth the rent
Perfect sense, this is the circus that I had to circumvent
If you fly, I’m turbulance
Murder murder, screamin’ "Fuck 12!" with a perfect 10
In these streets runnin’ ’round robbin’ every fuckin’ body like a tournament
Once the time has turned
This is the only shit I learned
I put a bridge over my pool, that’s for all the ones that burned
I hope you pick up game, it’s a pick up game, winner’s ball
Hoes annoying just like the hiccups man, that’s Biggie Smalls
Dope dick give your bitch withdrawals
Why’d you even get your bitch involved?
I’m gone off the liquor, I’m sicker than Paul
And call it, just listen, I’m twisted and raw
Pictured it all
I had to sacrifice, I feel extra blessed tonight
Yeah they slept on me, I flexed on ’em, and manifest to life

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Okay, I need to get in my hemisphere
You interfere, start to interfere
You Richard Gere with a pretty woman, I told her look ain’t no tricks in here
Like the drugs white and the liquor clear
Reflect back, tryna make it clear
Bad luck, 7 years, and I ain’t even break a mirror
20 years just to make it here
Don’t take it there, your circles is made of squares
You shoulda been made aware
Your bitch said my face is her favorite chair
Oh God, whole squad made millions
Whole time stay real
Wonder why I can’t chill
Couldn’t even pay bills
Now it’s LA hills
And I’m the king, Hank Hill
Can’t feel, can’t stand still
I blame all these damn pills
The best shit we can’t feel
I’m signin’ NDAs, these texts like NBA deals
But envy may kill, still don’t give a fuck how they feel

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Chris Brown – Who You Came With Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 1: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah, I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came out of it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party ’til tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like piñata, tap that
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry-ons
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out (woah, yeah)
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models (woah, yeah)
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up (oh, yeah)
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor (I hit it from the back)
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me (warned me, told me)
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me (slowly)
Don’t care who you with (oh yeah)
You gon’ end in my bed (I really don’t care)
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Next throwin’ up the same gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Fuckin’ bad bitches on the 1st date
All the boss bitches that’s been paid
And all my pretty bitches with their rent laid
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
When a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Pre-Chorus Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

DJ Khaled – Billy Ocean (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick, some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (Crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with Pecas
While sides cheat on their husbands, those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
‘Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Should’ve been Billys in ’92, line who? The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back, Rocky and Groovie with the ‘9-2
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’, the homies get piff love
To all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas, Billy, we gun on niggas

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

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

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star

Curren$y – Another Story To Tell Lyrics

Oooh
Who ya’ll talking to
Yeah
Spitta
Yeah
Where haven’t we been yet
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Uh
Welcome To The Winner’s Circle nigga
Month after month after month nigga

A nigga never been as fresh as me
I’m fucking with you
But the bad bitches give me my props
Like the newest one that I got
Met her at my Wednesday night spot
Valet park the whip at Harris Casino
Hit the driver with a customary C note
Assembled the crew, blew a half an ounce
Popped a bottle or two
When some NBA niggas in suits came through
One of them played for the Hornets
He had his bitch with him too
I could tell she was on me
Shorty couldn’t keep her eyes off me
To save her life
No ring on her finger so that wasn’t his wife
Not for me to pursue
The bitch would not be right
Left the ball in her court
And she played it smart
Made her way to the bathroom
Slid a piece of paper on my VIP table
In a way so casual
Seven digits written in pink ink
She didn’t leave an area code
I knew she was a local ho
Eye fucking for the rest of the night on the low
Having mind sex right underneath her man’s nose
Hit the bitch with a text
But she couldn’t check her phone in front of man
She waited ’til she made it home
I’m in the room all alone
I heard a text message alert ring tone
Flipped open the celly
The context of the message was the address to her telly
Thought the situation was fishy
But I ignored what I was smelling
But don’t get it twisted
I didn’t head out on a mission
Without calling a bitch
To make sure I had the right idea ’bout this
Cause the last thing I need is a rape charge
From one of these fake broads
Who try to gain access to wreck a niggas bank cards
But fuck all that
Back to the hooper’s ho
In the Chenile sundress on the hotel room floor
Told me that she just want to fuck and smoke with a real nigga
And she only with the other nigga for the dough
I said mama tell me something that I don’t know
We got bent and I broke her back
On and off for a couple of months we did that
The bitch got lost in the swag
Ride me around the city smoking in the man’s whip
Bring the car back smelling like purple grass
I’m surprised he ain’t beat her ass
I know you wanna know how I’m gonna end the story
But I can’t end the story
Cause the story still going
Dude still hooping and his hoes still hoin’
And his ho’s with the planes
And the boy don’t know it
Yeah
Go Hornets
Yeah
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Its just rap music man
Welcome to the Winner’s Circle
Its just entertainment
Or is it?
Yeah
For real man

Travi$ Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah

Then we sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
Oh it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this case
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
When we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, then we’ll sleep all through the day
And do it again

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Day and night, I toss and turn
I keep stressin’ my mind, mind
I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
Balance, find your balance
God said it’s my talent
Sprinkle a little season on the salad
Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
Stroke my cactus, ohh, don’t wait
Don’t play (Yea, yea)
Play no games like the NBA
Throwin’ checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin’ shots like the NRA
Ahh, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
Ah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
Sip my tea, he don’t Hennessy
Aw save all, take it right
Aw take it all, never light
Aw, had a ball, had a night
Aw, after all, sleep good

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît , don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came outta it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party until tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like pinata, clap that after
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry on
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 3: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been, babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Let’s pourin’ up the sign gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Niggas fuckin’ bad bitches from the 1st grade
All the boss bitches that’s friendly
And all my pretty bitches with they Bentley
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
Where a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

J Cole – Immortal lyrics

[Intro]
Awwwww…haha

[Verse 1]
Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screamin’, dollar and a dream with my closet lookin’ broke
And my nigga’s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
Flashbacks to the pain, wakin’ up, cold sweats
Six o’clock in the mornin’, gotta hit the BowFlex
Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
And the drought got me prayin’ for a Carl Thom vibe
Summer Rain come again
Numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon
In my mind I been cryin’, know it’s wrong but I’m sellin’
Eyes wellin’ up with tears
Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas dead in the dirt
Immortalized on this shirt

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t lie
Form in the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Verse 2]
Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
Have you ever seen a motherfuckin’ ribbon in the sky?
Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green
I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
I’m the type of nigga make the whole fuckin’ trap lean
Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
If they want a nigga, they gon’ have to send a SWAT team
And I’m goin’ out like Scarface in his last scene
A legend, what that mean—?

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Hood niggas don’t lie
Form on the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Outro]
To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
Cause you wanna change the world
But while alive you never will
Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
And now I’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
Damn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bitch make it quick if the Lord take me
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
They tellin’ niggas sell dope, rap or go to NBA, in that order
It’s that sort of thinkin’ that been keepin’ niggas chained
At the bottom and hanged
The strangest fruit that you ever seen
Ripe with pain, listen…

Flatbush Zombies – Aries (feat. Deadcuts)

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
It’s like we stuck in a prison
Suffering from lack of wisdom
Suffering from lack of substance
The systems lacking some ism
Since it’s killing the misery
Hope my children remember me
Since I sing songs of symphony
Somethings just gotten into me
Message don’t kill the messenger
Message travel through seven seas
Ghetto passion is classic, been getting lashes for centuries
Aided by mostly separated by color deficiency
Free to you free the shackles my mental strain from my ancestry

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Emancipation, castration, mass-hating, white washing
Black shaving patience, that I’m demonstrating, ugh
Segregation, separation, take my people, chain my people, ship them out, build a nation, picket lines, demonstration
Kill switch, detonation, this takes dedication
Guess that NBA our reparation governmental medication
The reverse of levitation, they put fluoride in our water
Guess they trying to kill our babies
Hearts racing, cops and robbers car chasing

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains they weave

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Whatever your purpose is
Hone in and hold your kids
All of this is distractions and nobody notice it
Feeble for knowledge we still in chains
Power tripping for digits we growing it every day
Fighting for freakom ? service with student aid
Can’t afford to be sitting order pills to get paid
Taught to follow the system that institution be prison
These coppers turn me to zombie
I’m walking dead while I’m living

[Hook]
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank with gasoline
One match to burn these chains with ease

[Outro: Erick Arc Elliot]
Break the chain, break the chain
Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
Break the chain, break the chain
How police war with no recourse and you on your way
Break the chain, break the chain
Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
Break the chain, break the chain
Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here
Break the chain, break the chain
Why the violence is killing our kids and our brother man
Break the chain, break the chain
How police war with no recourse and you on your way
Break the chain, break the chain
Still identify with those who’s have nothing still live in fear
Break the chain, break the chain
Been distracted by the glamor but don’t question why we even here

Wyclef Jean – Hendrix letras

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
Yeah when my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Verse]
Gone ’til November, he ain’t comin’ back
I was talking bout my homies man that sold crack
Caught in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the steel
Like the owl boy that’s hidden on the dollar bill
Welcome to the rotten apple
The city of lights
No matter how days shine
They can’t steal the nights
Cause when the ghost knock knock
Just before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the cuckoos nest
Better be with them artillery packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that’s the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
Straight from the back when they attack
In the middle o’ night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you back
In the middle of bucking somebody get flat

[Pre-Hook]
I’ma do this one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they ain’t coming home
We all are from the danger zone
The devil pulled the card and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies chose yay
Some of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo’s on the block, man they gang bang
Funeral parlors makin’ all the change

[Hook]
When my cousin got his first tec
I was playing Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star
And all he wanted to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si
El Chapo
El Chapo, Si
All he wanted to do was be El Chapo, Si

[Outro]
When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my guitar
When my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin’ in the basement
All I wanted was to be a rock star