Mike WiLL Made It – Come Down (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Sosa baby
Ear Dummers
[?]
Bang, bang, bang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Sosa baby, GBE baby
Hopped out the car smelling like a skunk
And I’m cleaned up, something like a mop
Trap wanging, something like a trunk
And I stand tall, something like a dunk
Talking about the money, talking about the "fffrrr-beep"
Hey baby, you know what the fuck you do to me
I’m riding with my shooter, he won’t hesitate to squeeze
Any homie, you what the fuck he do for me
Fifty stuffed up in my Balmains
And what I’m toting, the sawed off thang
Knock you down, like a Chiraq Blackhawks game
I ain’t never had nothing

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Talk about a come up
Me and my young bulls playing with a lump sum
Niggas that owe me always trying to avoid me
Clutching my .40 and fucking with lil’ shorty
They wanna gossip all through the day
Meanwhile, we flossing every way
Forget what it’s costing
We get it right back when we lost it
My G.I. Joe got the MAC in case they wanna cross me
Being impatient got me a new spot that’s spacious
And I don’t test drive the sedan, I take it
I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in their faces

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
All of these bitches call me big daddy
Do so much shit in KOD, they calling me Trick Daddy
Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it
You can tell I’m a rich nigga by looking at me
I’m just chilling, my nigga, my diamonds dancing
You know I shop on Rodeo, I’m never tacky
I’m paper chasing ’till they put me in a casket
I swear them hundreds singing to me like a ballad
When I get that Murciélago, I’ma drive it like a Audi
I pay my tithes with these strippers, yeah
I’m trying to die a fucking billionaire
Balmains, got like every pair
On top, I ain’t going anywhere

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

Drake – Lose You (More Life Album)

[Intro]
I don’t care what society thinks. They’re nothing anyway. They’re no better than me. Out there you just have to fit into a pattern that somebody’s already laid out for you. Life we live, you have to set your own patterns, your own ideals. You have to handle the whole job yourself. (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
No snow tires, the rain slip-slide like Trick Daddy and Trina
Oli North pull in, like, 10 million a season
Queen Street visions that nobody believed in
If we not on the charts, my XO niggas eatin’
Fifty-two consecutive weekends, shout out to Weeknd
The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin’
Not when everybody out here beefin’
We got it, now we just gotta keep it
America’s most wanted, man, I’m still on the run
All these number ones and we still not the ones
No hard feelings, but I’ll still get you spun
Went and got diplomas, and we still goin’ dumb
Please never label niggas who lay down for a livin’
My competition, it’s beyond offensive
I’m in it for the glory, not the honor mention
Not tryna be fourth and inches, I’m tryna go the distance
Yeah, distance, I’m on a different mission
This the remix to "Ignition," hot and fresh out the kitchen
How you forget to fill up with gas on the road to riches?
Too overly ambitious, too late to fix it
Too late for condolences when it’s over with
I need to start sayin’ shit when I notice it
Be open with people I need some closure with
Be honest with myself and take ownership
Opinions started to burn when tables started to turn
I really used to feel like they loved a nigga at first
Excitin’ times, revitalized
Trust this little light of mine is gonna shine positively
I’m just takin’ what God will give me
Grateful like Jerry, Bob and Mickey
Better attitude, we’ll see where it gets me
I know catchin’ flies with honey is still sticky
I wrote the book on world-class finesses
And tasteful gestures and makin’ efforts
And never placin’ second
And even better knowin’ you’re first but then takin’ second
Inspirin’ and never takin’ credit
I know I deserve more, I just never said it
Two middle fingers as I make a exit, yeah

[Chorus]
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?

[Verse 2]
Winnin’ is problematic
People like you more when you workin’ towards somethin’
Not when you have it
Way less support from my peers
In recent years as I get established
Unforgivin’ times, but fuck it, I manage
Why is my struggle different than others’?
Only child that’s takin’ care of his mother
As health worsens and bills double
That’s not respectable all of a sudden?
I don’t get a pat on the back for the come up?
What do you see when you see me?
When did all the things I mean
From the bottom of my heart start to lose meaning?
Maybe I share it with too many people
Back then it used to just feel like our secret
Back when I would write
And not think about how they receive it
I be tryna manifest the things I needed
And look, now, I mean, it’s hard to believe it even for me
But you’re mindful of it all when your mind full of it all
How they go from not wantin’ me at all
To wantin’ to see me lose it all?
Things get dark, but my aura just starts glowin’
I’m overcome with emotions
Ones I can’t access when I’m stoned sober
Jealous ones still envy and niggas turn king cobra
I could only speak what I know of
Man, we wrote the book on calculated thinkin’
And icy Heineken drinkin’, and rival neighborhoods linkin’
And puttin’ your trust in someone
With the risk of financially sinkin’
All you did was write the book on garbage-ass Rollies
Ego strokin’, picture postin’
Claimin’ that you’d do it for motivational purposes only
But you just had to show me
See, I know, ’cause I study you closely
I know when someone lyin’
I notice people standin’ for nothin’ and gettin’ tired
I know what we’re both thinkin’ even when you’re quiet
Sometimes I gotta just make sure that I didn’t lose you

[Chorus]
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards where the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could’ve broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C had ran with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be a era if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait—
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip
With yo’ bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana
A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth
Man, nigga, if you open your mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short
And bring a case of Henney
House of pain, I control many
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal rulin’ like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon’ scatter
Barishkaaa

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius Lyrics

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
‘Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swag, he could have broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit….oh, wait, wait, wait, wait….
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar
Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin’ scatter

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
‘Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swag, he could have broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit….oh, wait, wait, wait, wait….
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar
Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin’ scatter