Jaden Smith – The Passion lyrics

[Part I]
[Verse 1]
Done with reminiscing
Spittin’ fire hotter than the pot up in the kitchen, yuh
And lately I’ve been itchin’ to take a rapper on
‘Cause I’m really done with all the sneak disses, yuh
My whip is fully electric, you need a lesson just to whip it, ay-ay
I’m on the other side havin’ way too good a time
Baby, why you still trippin’? Yuh
Probably ’cause I’m sippin’ penicillin
‘Cause I’m so sick, Joker, I’m just chillin’ like a villain, yuh
Couldn’t think of any better feelin’, no
I hope you trip when I whip out the flow, what?
She got the ice, I can tell, watch when I slip on the snow, oh
Gas, goin’ fast to my destination, I ain’t worried ’bout traffic (no)

[Break]
Look, are we in Colorado (wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl, you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay
Wishin’ for all y’all, get the motorcycle, hit the throttle
Watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s the motto

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Verse 2]
Ay, skinny Young Jiggy in the city, yuh (yo)
Huh, I say I wanna battle and you say you too dizzy, no
You just don’t want to mess with the finessin’
I get it, they say you stressin’, keep you living
I hope you know that I been spitting since I turned seven
If you’re a ship, I’m ’bout to wreck it, I told you
Look, skinny, Young Jiggy in the city, yuh
I don’t talk to you, I’ma talk to my bruhs, uh
Go to Philly, say hello to my cousin, oh
You talking all that mess, I know you don’t want it, yuh
Hey, skinny Young Jiggy in the city, yuh
Hey, ay, be my baby girl, you hella pretty, yuh, yuh, yuh
Motocross down the street to this beat
I’m popping a wheelie (skrt)
Keep my family closer than these jokers
Don’t make me go to Philly
I told you, I’m bodying all you
I’m not gonna hold you, shoutout to Whole Foods
Them jokers are old news
You know it’s lit when they don’t notice you
I’m ’bout to market Tesla
And I shed a bullet for my MSFTS soldiers who I owe it to
The FDA is all on me, you know its true
The clique is rolling and I’m on the move

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Break]
Look, are we in Colorado (wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl, you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay
Wishin’ for all y’all, get the motorcycle, hit the throttle
Watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s the motto
Yea, look

[Part II]
[Verse]
(Syre, don’t do this)
I don’t wanna cry
I just want to get you out of my mind
(Don’t open up to him)
Open your eyes
I been by your side through all of this time
(Don’t tell him anything)
Excuse the disguise
For all the magic that is hitting my mind
We’re living a lie
Open your eyes
I been by your side through all of this time
Through all of them guys
Through all of them lies
(I love you more)
Ooh, help us
Something is new, tell us
Talking to you, selfish
I do not want to die
Ooh, help us
Something is new, tell us
Talking to you, selfish
I do not want to die

Childish Gambino – IV. Sweatpants lyrics

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino & {Problem}]
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$Ap
Bino so insensitive, she asking “why you say that!”
I’m chillin’, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villian
Still spitting that cash flow, dj Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts, ph balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that Petco, you faker than some Sweet’n Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners, you ain’t even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she jocking me
No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
Nah, I ain’t checking I. D. But I found some with no problem
Tell ’em, Problem (Problem!)

[Bridge: Childish Gambino]
I’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, I’m winnin’ (x3)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

[Hook: Problem]
Don’t be mad cause I’m doing me better than you doing you (x3)
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon’ do?

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker “vroom, vroom”, ho
Ain’t nobody–
Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up, just so you know
Top of the Hold’em totem, rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half of Moma and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toad stools
More green than my Whole Foods and I’m too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at ikea
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
Just like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-err”, onomatopoeia, oh, I got my cool on!
I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don’t give a fuck about my family name

[Hook: Problem]
Don’t be mad cause I’m doing me better than you doing you (x3)
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon’ do?

Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to
Take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen lookin’ like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her
Even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cause I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin’ like a young Sade
‘Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout bein’ down and out?
‘Til niggas sayin’ you the best man
Like your best friend walkin’ down the aisle
When you make it, they gon’ say
I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you makin’ all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face, Obama style
Then count the check up, E. Honda style
Boy, this the D where they be rockin’ fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, it’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry, man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We buildin’ from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
‘Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replyin’ to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They askin’ how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m livin’ just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (feat. Big Sean)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen looking like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cuz I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly unless her face looking like a young Sade
Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout being down and out
‘Till niggas saying you the best man
Like your best friend walking down the aisle
When you make it they gon’ say I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you making all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face Obama style
Then count the check up behind the star
Boy, this the D where they be rocking fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, It’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We building from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replying to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They asking how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m living just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Deniro Farrar – Gentrification

[Interlude]
It’s called gentrification
It’s what happens when the property value of a certain area is brought down
Huh? You listening?
To bring the property value down
They can buy the land at a lower price
Then they move all the people out
Raise the property value
And sell it at a profit

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
Losing our ghetto but we don’t even know it
Only use the curb for the liquor we pawn
Nigga got shot now it’s time to mourn
Is what it is baby life move on
Gotta love struggle cause it made me strong
Whole Foods in the hood now the rent got raised
But I’m still living off minimum wage
Nigga can’t even afford to stay
Next thing you know they gon’ own the block
Shit too high for the mom and pop
Stores we was raised on on the block
Now we gotta make way for a coffee shop
Can’t take shit so they buy the land
Living next door to the fireman
And a couple with a dog but they don’t even speak
Walking round acting like they better than me
Cause they make six figures with a college degree
I grew up around Hades and apartments to me
Steady jacking up the price but you gotta be cheap?
Motherfuckers ain’t fooling me
I love my skin and I love my soul
We was all slaves that’s the lie they told
We started out kings with diamonds and gold
But they took our shit baby ain’t that cold?

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
Where we gon’ live if it ain’t the hood?
Can’t move up cause a nigga poor
Still in a recession and the jobs is low
Only other option is slang some blow
Three strike rule better think again
Kicking us out and they moving in
Pushing us all to the side of the city
Full of liquor stores and the water’s shitty
School fucked up they don’t teach the kids
Bout who they is or what we did
Alien ain’t build them pyramids
We the ones started the beauty supply
People bought it out now prices are high
Everything around me gentrified
Better wake up nigga open your eyes
Go and get high then you eat Popeyes
But there ain’t enough time to lay on our side
Cross they fingers cause they hope we die
Must’ve forgot we was born to survive
Only in the hood when you need a vote
Or fucking our women in exchange for dope
Same old shit it ain’t changing though
Feeling like God my only hope

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Interlude]
We are African
And we happen to be in America
We’re not American
We are a people who formerly were African who were kidnapped and brought to America
We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock
The rock was landed on us

Childish Gambino – Crashing Waves

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking, “Why you say that?!”
I’m chillin’, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts: pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo
You faker than some Sweet’N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware
But really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners
You ain’t even know—
Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she jocking these
No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
Nah, I ain’t checking I.D. but I bounce ’em with no problem
Tell ’em, Problem (Problem!)

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that
[Verse 2: KiD CuDi]
Yep yep, you got it, right
Now don’t get left get on your good foot it’s only right
That you step and keep boppin’ til this shit unfamiliar
If you main line got time then I be drillin’ her
I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound
I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound
And my imagination you can look all over the nation
And the girls gon twerk it
Cause the vibe is poppin’
As well as the bottle
Keep it rockin’ don’t stop em
At the Motel-8
We can park out front
Yeah the flow is unleaded
You sucka niggas will front
Yeah cause I’m super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius
And rap ferocious I been coaching the league
I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it
Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker, “vroom, vroom,” ho
Ain’t nobody—
Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up…
Just so you know
Top of the Hold ’em totem, rich forever
A million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods
And I’m too fly: Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-eh-err-eh”: onomatopoeia
Oh, I got my cool on! (Tailormade!)
I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don’t give a fuck about my family name

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 4: KiD CuDi]
You see I aim for a check before
I aim for sex
Niggas aim for death
They tryin’ to fuck with the blessed
Ain’t no fuckin’ with amateurs
Run past the novas
Sip hella lean
And see who talks the slowest

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

[Outro]
(footsteps, crashing waves, then a car drives away)

Childish Gambino – Crashing Waves Lyrics

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking, “Why you say that?!”
I’m chillin’, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts: pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo
You faker than some Sweet’N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware
But really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners
You ain’t even know—
Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she jocking these
No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
Nah, I ain’t checking I.D. but I bounce ’em with no problem
Tell ’em, Problem (Problem!)

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that
[Verse 2: KiD CuDi]
Yep yep, you got it, right
Now don’t get left get on your good foot it’s only right
That you step and keep boppin’ til this shit unfamiliar
If you main line got time then I be drillin’ her
I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound
I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound
And my imagination you can look all over the nation
And the girls gon twerk it
Cause the vibe is poppin’
As well as the bottle
Keep it rockin’ don’t stop em
At the Motel-8
We can park out front
Yeah the flow is unleaded
You sucka niggas will front
Yeah cause I’m super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius
And rap ferocious I been coaching the league
I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it
Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker, “vroom, vroom,” ho
Ain’t nobody—
Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up…
Just so you know
Top of the Hold ’em totem, rich forever
A million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods
And I’m too fly: Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-eh-err-eh”: onomatopoeia
Oh, I got my cool on! (Tailormade!)
I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don’t give a fuck about my family name

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 4: KiD CuDi]
You see I aim for a check before
I aim for sex
Niggas aim for death
They tryin’ to fuck with the blessed
Ain’t no fuckin’ with amateurs
Run past the novas
Sip hella lean
And see who talks the slowest

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

[Outro]
(footsteps, crashing waves, then a car drives away)