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" Holy Angel "
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, just start the fire that burns in me
I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me
I done been through Hell and back
I'm seein' demons everyday, callin' the kettle black
Perfectionists, if you're perfect, where your medal at?
My life was goin' downhill, I had to pedal back
These niggas always wanna talk about the lame shit
If I looked back on my life, I wouldn't change shit
Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch
If I put that mic on silence and never sang shit
This my life and that's your job, dawg
I'm too high, got me thinkin' did the clouds fall? Prolly not
Shit, just put me back up in the bleachers
Back when all a nigga had was a pair of sneakers
All this stress on my chest, I'm fuckin' having seizures
Nowadays, havin' fun is fuckin' illegal
Walkin' with your head down, that's not grown man shit
I'm takin' over the game until I own that bitch
Yeah, nigga, in my hood them choppers always bussin'
Niggas livin' day-to-day like tomorrow ain't nothin'
Fuck love, that shit get in the way now
She lovin' every nigga, ass up and face down
Addicted to the game, my youngin's use a .38, first 48
They gon' throw that shit away, bet they never catch a case
I'm gone, separate myself from all the lames
If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain
Sittin' in my room, I'm reminiscin'
Shit, I ain't have a pot to piss in
Family whippin' crack up in the kitchen
All eyes on me, so pay attention
Got a problem with the D.A., should've stayed my ass in V.A.
Thousand hours, some bull, pickin' trash up off the freeway
I'm the nigga that the kids lookin' up to
Straight As now, before they say, "Fuck school," ha
And I don't bite my tongue for no weak nigga
'Cause y'all never had to starve for a week, nigga
No clothes but .44 to a household
Stomach growlin' but I kept my fuckin' mouth closed
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, just start the fire that burns in me (King Push)
I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me (The V.A. story)
Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out
To get us off the corners, hit records was the payout
Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it's grey out
A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out
Started as a duo, didn't stay a duo
Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo
Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though
Never Rosé while my niggas sippin' Nuvo
So, so records bought more dope
Every record label dollar went to more coke
Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks
We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught
The pressure, my pride wouldn't let up
The way they took my niggas had us thinkin' we was set up
All at once so the pain hardly let up
Now this bitch mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up
Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga
Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore, nigga
Woo, with my niggas and the feds
Do you think I give a fuck if Def Jam is in the red?
They'll undership your record while they pillow-talk in bed
So I never try to talk them motherfuckers off the ledge
"Jump nigga," like Joe Clark said
If you ain't tryna win then you better off dead, gone
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, just start the fire that burns in me
I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me
" Covered In You "
Oh, oh
Ooh, na na
Na na na, girl
Hold on to me tight, yeah
And if you feel any pressure, that's alright, alright
There's a leak in your Levi, it's on the verge of caving in
But I'm prepared if it breaks, baby, so whenever you feel it coming, don't fight
Yeah, never been scared to get wet
No umbrella, you can rain all night, oh whoa, whoa
And go ahead and drench me with your body
By the time you're finished
Baby, I'll be covered in you, yeah, yeah
Covered in you
Ooh, you know we'll be through
'Cause I'll be covered in you
Get yours and I'll get mine, yeah, yeah
You know I always hit your spots, baby, every time (time)
Oh yeah, feel it drip drop and your bottles turn to oceans, you know I won't stop 'til I feel it overflow (drip drop)
Tell me, tell me, baby, would you mind if I just jump right in there, take a dive?
Yeah, never been scared to get wet
No umbrella, you can rain all night, oh whoa, whoa
And go ahead and drench me with your body
By the time you're finished baby
I'll be covered in you, yeah, yeah
Covered in you
Ooh, you know we'll be through
'Cause I'll be covered in you
I ain't running, keep it coming
'Til I'm covered, baby, covered in you
Ooh, you know we'll be through
Until I'm covered in you
Covered in you, you
Wanna be covered, covered in you, you (yeah, yeah)
You, whoa, whoa, in your love, baby
Covered in you
" Ayo (Ricky Ross Remix) "
I need you [8x]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
It's Ricky Ross
Just checking in with my little homies
Chris, Ty what it do
New money, new year, it's time to boss up
DM a couple bitches just to toss up
Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique
We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
Let me shout-out these two niggas on another song
It's for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
New crib on the water, you should see it nigga
40 bitches in the crib, top tier nigga
Chanel bags on the first day
We go and get it in the worst way
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
Ah! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hope my dick's, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (body)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeah)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof – ah!
" Shabba "
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Mike WiLL Made-It
My niggas, we fuck up some commas
Oh, some of them dirty like Shabba
Jamaican and Haitian, no matter, they pull up with choppers
All of my niggas got rounds, I spray a new face on you clowns
I got a bitch in the viddy, I gave her the shrimp and the lobster
I put that girl in Givenchy, Versace, I'm feelin' like Shabba
How that bitch so Hollywood, but that bitch livin' in Bompton?
But I be trainin' these hoes, fresh out the boat, yeah
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Shawty ride with a nigga through the West Coast (Yeah)
Downtown pimp, I done left hoes (Yeah)
My life so good, I done blessed hoes (Yeah)
I might crowd surf on my next show
All of my niggas is trappers
We take the dope on the road
You see that I'm on the corner
We sellin' dope at the shows
You see the ice on my wrist
You see my neck full of gold
Boy, you at home with your girlfriend
I got a house full of hoes
Homie, I stay on the road
I make a play, then I go
I got a house full of cocaine
They wanna play in the snow
Bare foreign jawns thought my name was Shabba (Wha?)
I ain't a fuckery, I ain't a passer (Wha?)
I got a one peng ting that cooks me pasta (Heh?)
I chuck bands in the Benz, chuck ash in the Astra (Easy 'nuff)
Man my gyal wanna gimme goodie good good (Wha?)
But she done told me this hoody too hood (Easy)
My gyal wan' smoke dope in the hood (Wha?)
(Ooh, oh, she got)
I told her hold on, baby, go suck on this wood (Eh)
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
She wanna shotta (Shotta)
Gyal wanna get with a trapper (Trap)
Blowin' on sense with the grubber (Smoke)
Gold teeth like Shabba (Bling)
Trap boy turned rapper (Trap)
She go down south, then back up (Down)
Man can't, why fuck no slapper (No)
Man pass that ting to my brudda (Eh)
Sent P's to my mother (Mother)
Trap in the street for the guala (Trap)
Man bet' have some manners (Manners)
Tings, yeah, we got lot of (Lotta dem)
Foreign gyal lookin' proper (Proper)
Give her shots like a chopper (Uh)
Bad jawns rollin' up the grams
Wanna love a man like I'm Shabba (Skrrt)
Oh, wait, oh, wait, oh, wait
She seein' gold chains and cocaine (Oh, oh)
Spend coco dance on the dope (Coke)
So a nigga aim that so string (Huh)
I pray a nigga never touch my homie (Nah)
Man down if you touch my homie (Buck, buck)
Man down, man down, man down (Buck, brr)
Lift her up, make her home shake (Buck)
I got the Gs like I'm OJ (Gs)
We servin' P for the cocaine (Coke)
It's up to no ho, oh no way (Uh-uh)
Told the feds I ain't givin' up no names (Nah)
Amnes' coming in plentily
Amnes' coming in loads, ayy
Hand on my friend here put her hand
(Ooh, oh, she got)
On my friend, get toasty
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Through the street with a bracker (Bracker, brrp)
Low key, gettin' mon' up (Mon' up, mon' up, mon' up)
Smoke ki' like my brother (Brother, boy, boy)
Gold teeth like Shabba (Shabba)
Ring ring, settin' one up (Ring)
OT sellin' packa (Ring)
TU, that's turn up (Ring, ring)
Walked in, front the run up
Uck face tryna uck us
T like, man shut up
Seaside gettin' guala
Gyal give a man uh huh (uh)
Daylights so they stutter
She's callin' me brudda
I told her uh uh
Boom boom in the bedroom
So wet like I broke her bladder
I'm old school like Shabba
Rocko gold like Shabba
Bad bitches they holla
Wanna do man under the covers
Beemer, Bentley or Hummer
Spring, winter or summer
Ring trap, where the runner?
Big strap, need another
Man to hold it up
Big bags, can't fold it
(Ooh, oh, she got)
Section, OHB, better notice
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Ear Drummers
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
" Welcome To My Life "
Every dream in my head
It's like a mountain that I just keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on trying
I just keep on trying
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you'll love this life and all these lights?
Now you're lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn't kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life
(Ow!)
Welcome to my—
Hello, this my life in your TV
I overdose on that nightlife, them bright lights and bikinis
I keep my hand on that gold bottle, I'm tryna find me that genie
They say money doesn't buy happiness, but I'd rather cry in that
Lamborghini
Damn, I don't know who I am
I just know who I wanna be
No lookin' back, everything is in front of me
I never act like they puttin' a gun to me
I ain't stuck up, same motherfucker that I've always been
You must got me fucked up, think I changed when I got that all white Benz?
Never that though
Been on my job, sayin' I'm different now
Say I don't listen now
I don't got time to pick up the phone to hear what you bitchin' 'bout
I'm on a mission, feel like I'm missin' now
Bitch, you ain't in my position now
You never walked a mile in my shoes
I'm feeling so distant now
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you'll love this life and all these lights?
Now you're lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn't kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life
Welcome to my life—
I've been thinkin' too much (Much), I wonder if I did that right (Right)
I've been drinkin' too much (Much), I don't know what I did last night (Night)
Tried talk to myself like, "You don't really wanna live that life" (Life)
I wanted it all to myself like, you don't wanna give that life, away (Away)
But I gotta leave, I can't stay
Part of me say "Keep going," that other half say, "Quit playin'" (Playin')
Gotta keep prayin' (Prayin')
Even when I got it all, all these broads and alcohol
Livin' on the edge, I'm bound to fall (Fall)
But I stay movin', stay climbin' (Climbin')
Puttin' in work, I stay grindin' (Grindin')
Lookin' for the answer, can't find it (Find it)
That's the truth, I can't hide it (Hide it)
Now or never forever, that's how I'm livin' my life
It's hard to plan for tomorrow, when you just live for the night (Night)
Every dream in my head
It's like a mountain that I just keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on trying
I just keep on trying
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you'll love this life and all these lights?
Now you're lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn't kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life
Welcome to my—