Jay-Z – Legacy

[Intro: Blue Ivy Carter]
Daddy, what’s a will?

[Verse 1]
Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do
She might start an institute
She might put poor kids through school
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
TIDAL, the champagne, D’USSÉ, I’d like to see
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
We gon’ start a society within a society
That’s major, just like the Negro League
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech
Generational wealth, that’s the key
My parents ain’t have shit, so that shift started with me
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh

[Chorus]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

[Interlude]
I remember, like, listenin’ to Wu-Tang
And niggas like, "Your seed married his seed, married my seed"
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family

[Verse 2]
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
Whose daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand
That charge of energy set all the Carters back
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian
He was preachin’ on Sundays, versus how he was livin’ Monday
Someday I forgive him
‘Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
And I was runnin’ from him, He was givin’ me wisdom
See how the universe works?
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
It’s a gift and a curse
That’s called the Red Queen’s Race

[Bridge]
You run this hard just to stay in place
Keep up the pace, baby
Keep up the pace
You run this hard just to stay in place

[Chorus]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

[Outro: Donny Hathaway]
Day, someday, someday we’ll all
Someday we’ll all be free

Meek Mill & JAY-Z’s Roc Nation Sued By Family Of Slain Concertgoer

Meek Mill and JAY-Z’s Roc Nation are being sued by the family of a concertgoer who was murdered.

Meek Mill has more legal troubles on his hand after the family of a man who was slain at one of his concerts filed a lawsuit against him and Roc Nation. The incarcerated rapper is currently fighting for his freedom after being sent to prison for 2-4 years for probation violation. Even if he manages to secure his release, his legal troubles are far from over.

The family of Jaquan Graves filed a wrongful death lawsuit against the Meek Mill and Roc Nation, TMZ reported. The Philly rapper is currently signed to Roc Nation on a management contract.

Graves was shot and killed in the parking lot outside of the venue at one of Meek Mill’s concerts last year in Connecticut. He had just left the venue when suddenly gunfire erupted sending people running for their lives. The suite claims that Meek and RN “allowed thugs to remain on the premises, after exhibiting disorderly, disruptive, argumentative, angry and/or agitated behavior toward patrons.”

Turns out that this is the second lawsuit that Meek Mill is facing from the shooting incident because a second person also died. That victim’s family also filed a lawsuit a few weeks ago where they requested in their suit that the Dreamchasers rapper submitted a written response under oath about their questions about the incident within 30 days. That suit accused Meek of harboring thugs at his concerts making the venue unsafe for concertgoers. It’s unclear if the Philly rapper responded to the lawsuit. His lawyers are currently busy working overtime trying to get him out of prison.

He also denied having any involvement in the shooting incident and argued that the claims made against him in the lawsuit is filled with racist undertones and stereotypes.

Casanova – Tax Letter (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

This nigga Tax out here volunteering to eat ass
This nigga wanna eat ass
Fuck Cas
Cas out here with his wife
If he wouldn’ve left her home we would’ve been litttttttt
Litttttttt, everything getting shot

Dear beloved, how you holdin’ up?
Whip still movin’, we ain’t slowin’ up
Wish you was right here rollin’ up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I’m blown’ up
That fed case hit me like a car crash
But I still listen to your podcast
On the beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon’ bring that heat
Like that interview with Meek?
In the Wraith, still drinking D’USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they callin’ you a devil
You went against the grain, you was more like a rebel
I know you waitin’ on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he’s helpin’ with the bail money
And thats a fact, you helped me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain’t ever goin’ back

Just tryna get you situated back
Even Wack said the situation wack
The billys still beefin’ with the macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I guess they know my face now
"Don’t Run" got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one try
This is how it sound when a thug cry

The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn Irving Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, at a Roc Nation brunch it was crazy
Cut a couple niggas off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I’m state to state though
These niggas showin’ love, but it’s fake though
Yeah I know its gettin’ late, bro
But you already know, nigga, be safe though

81 – Yo Gotti lyrics

Lyrics Yo Gotti – 81

Only if a nigga knew like
It’s amazin’ what 365 days can do for you
This time last year niggas was like
Talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ budgets and shit
I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeahhh
Nigga business partner with Jay-Z
Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
Emory, what it do?
You see ’em.(81)

Gotta pick ’em wisely
Gotta choose ’em carefully
Got niggas I know that weren’t there for me
Got b*tches I know that don’t care for me
Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined
Why? I’m tryna break CMG
So f*ck that, I’m doin’ mine
They see I’m mad, see they call in the streets, call me back
Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap
In New York with 3 bangers
Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor
I guess the sets won’t taint him
Guess the money can’t change him
Decisions
Homie on probation
Took him up to Roc Nation
Let him meet Jay, told him be patient
Decisions, and lil homie really got it
Trying to tell him wait his turn
He ain’t learn, lil homie caught a body.

9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done.

Biggest year of my career
I feel the pressure, gotta follow up
Same time I can feel the feds
Gettin’ closer, lockin’ niggas up
Decisions
Closer partners, they in prison
Never want to be the biggest
I just want to be the realest
I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter
Not ’cause he a goon, he my nigga (nigga, nigga)
He got the city divided
Bring it together, I tried it
f*ck them lil niggas, I tried it
f*ck them lil niggas, I tried it
I am the king, your highness
You want a problem, well find it
I was too busy gettin’ too many million
Like now the perfect timin’
Let them lil niggas in
They what they do to b*tch
I don’t be trippin’ at all
Whatever come with it, I’m with it
Lil nigga, I swear I’m good for it all.

9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done.

1 million, 2 million, 3
CM9 strictly for the streets
I’m tryna get a twin Piece
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaireee.
Yo Gotti lyrics
Video Gotti

Yo Gotti – 81

[Intro]
Only if a nigga knew like
It’s amazin’ what 365 days can do for you
This time last year niggas was like
Talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ budgets and shit
I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah
Nigga business partner with Jay-Z
Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
Emory, what it do?
You see ’em

[Verse 1]
Gotta pick ’em wisely
Gotta choose ’em carefully
Got niggas I know that weren’t there for me
Got bitches I know that don’t care for me
Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined
Why? I’m tryna break CMG
So fuck that, I’m doin’ mine
They see I’m mad, see they call in the streets, call me back
Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap
In New York with 3 bangers
Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor
I guess the sets won’t taint him
Guess the money can’t change him
Decisions
Homie on probation
Took him up to Roc Nation
Let him meet Jay, told him be patient
Decisions, and lil homie really got it
Trying to tell him wait his turn
He ain’t learn, lil homie caught a body

[Hook]
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

[Verse 2]
Biggest year of my career
I feel the pressure, gotta follow up
Same time I can feel the feds
Gettin’ closer, lockin’ niggas up
Decisions
Closer partners, they in prison
Never want to be the biggest
I just want to be the realest
I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter
Not ’cause he a goon, he my nigga (nigga, nigga)
He got the city divided
Bring it together, I tried it
Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it
Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it
I am the king, your highness
You want a problem, well find it
I was too busy gettin’ too many million
Like now the perfect timin’
Let them lil niggas in
They what they do to bitch
I don’t be trippin’ at all
Whatever come with it, I’m with it
Lil nigga, I swear I’m good for it all

[Hook]
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
9 times 9 is 81
I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

[Outro]
1 million, 2 million, 3
CM9 strictly for the streets
I’m tryna get a twin Piece
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire
I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire

Rapsody – Crown

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey you there
Where’s your crown?
You didn’t leave the house without your crown did you?
Just as sure as the earth is round we bounce back up when they throw us down
So don’t forget your crown
And hold your head high, like you caught a glimpse of God through the clouds and you stuck in awe
Don’t worry we got y’all
Mind and body, body and mind, tell ’em homies
The world is bigger than your street and mine and that colour and this
And every shade of our skin is rich
Knowing your future depends on our involvement
So, block boys, block boys, it’s in our hands more than Parliament
The gun can kill or the gun can save, rather congratulate a stage than carry him to a grave
That’s responsibility, my brother’s keeper, my sister’s big sister
Life full of limits we just gotta add a little sugar to, to those sweet dreams
You can be anything, go further than me, be better than him, climb higher than her
And never ever let em knock your crown, that’s my word
All hands on deck
Making queens and kings of all cards we delt
Jam, Roc Nation
Let’s go

[Beat Change]

[Verse 2]
I lied to momma one time when I was eleven
Riding in the car she told me "Summer won’t forget it
Truth ‘gon chase the light no matter what night that you set it"
It make me feel so low she peeled my feelings back like lettuce
With no salad told me save all of the carriage for the ballads
Now I’m dropping jewels as if we gave up on the marriage
I know it’s hard to handle we ain’t came here in no carriage
The hood is for the rain and where they throw us is the barracks
Where we learn to master beats without a panther or a ferret
It came out in the ’80s same as me I was a baby
And what I learned ’bout life is: Lord is sure is not the fairest
If your skin ain’t as fair as all the Beckys, Tiffanys, and Sarahs
Black don’t crack, Obama ain’t flinch
I sat inside The White House having conversations
How boys turn to men if we show ’em more than the rims
If they jumping high for the rims, ain’t a goal that we cannot win
I’m setting peaks for you and them I hope you roll off
Million black graduates, woo! Just go and show off
Reaching out to everyone from the top of the block y’all
Eliminate pitchers we grew up with, what’s the curve ball?
I made something out of nothing, better out of worse
Take care of your own I know I gotta do that first
I know there’s power in my time I know there’s power in a verse
Tell a kid good job and tell him go hard on the work
You know the world you grew up in is very small compared to Earth
It’s the worst they lied and told you your limits on the future
Y’all can brush it off though, came back around and groom ya
Me, Alicia, Talib, Busta, everyone and you ya, agh!
If life ain’t a ruse, rule whatever you dream you can do, do
They tell me I’m a king!
They tell me I’m a queen!
If life ain’t a ruse, rule whatever you dream you can do, do
They tell me I’m a king!
They tell me I’m a queen!