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fast
01:11
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I'm back, not a kid, you sound constipated
You complainin' that it don't sound fast, I'm sorry
You keep sayin' you want unique flows and new bros
But you want me to rap 'bout Ferrari's?
I mean I could switch it up, make you feel out of luck
Everybody be like look as I give your bitch a hug
Kill it, death from above, made it this far without love
At least I ain't gotta worry, man, I'm sorry
What you gonna do without me one time?
I hear you pleade online, you hear these beats I find
I guess I make 'em mine, kill it, get no fine, I'm not sorry, nah
I don't need an instrumental, nor I need a fucking medal
I just need it to sound mellow as I keep it straight on tempo
As I'm layin' on that pillow, it so comfy, what the deal?
Want some coffee or a meal? Shit, I'm sorry (laughs)
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reality
03:34
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[Hook]
Reality, we livin' in reality
We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality
[Verse 1]
I ain't got shit to be mad about but I'm getting my revenge
Pull up in the Cedes Benz, hoppin' out with all your friends
Broken dreams'll never mend but you startin' shit again
Actin' like you from the ends but really, why you gotta pretend?
You killed, man, all these fucking bills, ah
But you are the real man, hit me up the deal, man
Dunno what to feel now, stomach rumbles, ill sound
Get home and I'll think loud, vision faded, shit clouds, yeah
Yeah, I'm hearing black and grey, dunno what to do today
Cannot hear what you gon' say, living in a decent place
But you miss it, run away, where the fuck you gonna stay?
Don't care, fuck, it up to me? You be fucked; it up to me
Have you livin' in the street, nah, I'm playin', what it be?
Stuntin' on the low cause we fuck up all we ever see
Countin' stacks without the fee, none of this applies to me
Or to you because we need to stop dreaming and live freely
[Hook]
Reality, we livin' in reality
We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality
[Verse 2]
Now if I said I'm a big dog, would you believe me or not?
Can I convince you like fraud and get that round of applause?
I can say that I love weed and here's the things it does for me
I feel fly, I feel weak, I feel like a G-O-D
But I'm lying, it's cause I'm trying
To appeal to a demographic that ain't mine
The heavy hitters, weekend drinkers, don't use logic, not the thinkers,
Counting fingers, the beginners, to hip-hop without the singers
Over the past twelve months, I made some hits and some mistakes
I made Deadline and I ain't lying that it fuels me up with hate
I said 'cray lines', had a great time and I lost a couple mates
Because it's fake, I'm sad I played, I'm hoping I can chill and state
That I'm sorry, yeah, I know I'm cocky
And if you know me, you know this ain't just a hobby
I'll try and do it properly, no lie, you got it, probably
Invest like I'm that property and you wanting me to do crazy shit, c'mon, flock to me
[Hook]
Reality, we livin' in reality
We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality
[Bridge x2]
Dashin' past, real fast, making nothing, let it splash
Keep on loving zero cash, falling on your stupid ass
Crashing pads, come on, lads, party all night, got no class
Lights'll flash, have a blast, getting caught is not the plan
[Hook]
Reality, we livin' in reality
We losing our humanity, we livin' in reality
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3. |
second chance
03:39
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[Verse 1]
I wake up, die, I'm not alive, at least I think that all the time
I hear you fly, I'm here tonight but I can't stay, forget the flight
That's in my sight, not here to fight but I'll say yes, I'll wreck the mic
I could and might but should I try or should I keep on tryna lie, huh?
One, two, three, I count you listening to me
I hear 'em scream, you tryna freak but keep it calm, stay on your feet
It's been a week, oh, since I've seen all of the poison you deplete
What would I be without the streets, reference the shit on the TV?
On second thought, you pester me, my mind will get the best of me
My time is up, December trees, you love when I molest the beat
You love when I progress the scene, I wish I did, I got my dream
I'm like a fiend of all the green, I'll mash it up and call it steamed, ooh
I feel suicide is what you need
You get knocked down on both your knees, they hear you beg, they see you pleade
You can't fool me, that what it be, you volatile, you burn down trees
You want my style, you kill my dreams, you calling up, a friend in need
[Hook]
Uh, that crap, miss me like a butterfly
Uh, laid back, hit me up in mid July
What is that? I mix it up, a suit and tie
The bassline flat, I'll bring it back another time
Cause all that crap'll miss me like a butterfly
When I'm laid back, you'll hit me up in mid July
Oh, what is that? I mix it up, the suit and tie
That bassline flat, you'll bring it back another time
[Verse 2]
You got the finger on the trigger and you tryna bring me back to life
I fear the thoughts that you've been having, keep you thinking late at night
They keep you- wait, anticipating for the hundred second time
I'll try to forget all the lies, I'm not a Human, not that guy
Not that guy, not that fly, keep it going everyday, not that type
Cool, on sight, grab a bite, wonder what he thinking, hey, what he might
Want to type up tonight, dunno what I'm thinking 'bout, time to cry
Want to sigh, what a lie, can I end it here, it'd be so nice (so goddamn nice)
This Sunday night will shape my life and keep me waiting for my time
My feet delaying all them signs that I keep praying for polite-ly
A hundred times, please, you know I hate what I'll see
Cause damn, you know what I mean, I'll miss my deadlines all week
I'll dread my hairline's so peak, I'll threat to stay without sleep
You wish you knew me? Sorry, a thousand times
I could just spit a hundred lines and say I do this all the time
I hear you calling me a villain, oh, just wait and hold the line
The seven people want to listen, want to hear if I can rhyme
I'll try and best, it ain't a crime if I know that I'll never lie
Fucking single bitches, what I do in my dreams late at night
I'm wishing for it to be life, you're not alone, let's make it, ight?
[Hook]
That crap, miss me like a butterfly
Uh, laid back, hit me up in mid July
What is that? I mix it up, a suit and tie
The bassline flat, I'll bring it back another time
Cause all that crap'll miss me like a butterfly
When I'm laid back, you'll hit me up in mid July
Oh, what is that? I mix it up, the suit and tie
That bassline flat, you'll bring it back another time
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SCARFACE
02:59
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[Verse 1]
I heard you moved a kilo, I heard actin' like you quite the big deal
I heard you moving down to Rio, heard you flew out like the week, oh
Married to that new bitch called Kyo, got a ring to it, Kyo and her Leo, ah
She want a ring on it, guess you gotta do it, huh?
She weren't a fling either so I bet you blew it, uh
She bumped the kid and I bet you never knew it, huh
Asking me to prove it, what?
I haven't got the stacks or the racks, do not own any flats
Nothing that I got to flash, but they still let me past
Need a little bit of cash, crazy mad, call me Max
Wait a few years 'till I got it hung on golden plaques, ayy
And I'm a king on a mission, what you wanna know about it?
Never wanna fuckin' doubt it, keep on, go on, wanna tell it?
Yeah, I'm shinin' all this talent, so golden, gotta sell it, yeah
[Hook x2]
I feel like I could die tonight, call me Tony Montana
I lost my old chick, got a new one but don't tell her
Yeah, forget about her, turn this up a little louder, aye
[Verse 2]
I hear talkin' bout the fucking dumb shit
Go ahead, cause all your mandem want it
Gettin' cash, all your goods'll be imported
Makin' bank but you never gon' withdraw it (and you never gon' withdraw it)
Lying bout the simple shit, wear your golden watches
Broke off with another bitch, cause she ain't important
Wait a sec, I got this, I think I can go solve it
You actin' broke but still got hope, there's zero in your wallet
Right? Am I right or not, bruh?
Keep it up, witness all the lies you can't front
Beat it up, missin' when your life was still fun
Eat it up, cause you know the crowds will want blood
I guess you want the good life
Well, me too, bruh, but it don't equate lies
We have so much proof that you fucking hate life
Oh, hey, cheers, mate, thanks, high fucking five
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
You underestimate the power that I live on, son
We talkin' about killin' people but let's drop the guns
They know we runnin' our mouths, when we just tryna have fun
We love the thrill, want the bills, actin' like the real deal
Think we're ill, say we still run the game and we don't steal
We just care, sittin' there, always lookin', never stare
Call up Claire, maybe slay 'er, left me, sayin' it ain't fair
You wanna talk about the hard life, fine by me, mate, call me when it's half 5
Highly pissed, ay, spending money late at night
Buy this piece, slaying all the people you don't like
You can go and move it if you wanna go and do it
Just don't go and bring me to it , stayin' safe, let's start a movement, ooh
And I hear you chattin' all these bare excuses
Sayin' it ain't fair, just move it, want it that bad? Go and do it, yeah
Want it that bad? Go and do it, yeah
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JUMPMAN
03:13
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[Verse 1]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing
I'm dancing right on tempo cause this shit be bumping, woo
I'll get my payslip then I'm splashing all my money, woo
Maybe get some nice and friendly Asian company, woo
Then end the night so damn wasted, I'll be so clumsy, dude
Forget the buffet, so damn hungry, I'on't need that food
I'm spitting 'bout some crazy shit that might have happened here
Might write a formal letter, better start that shit with 'Dear'
I could be wilin' out but I will make it look sincere
I'm having so much fun, this club is loud, I cannot hear
What you wanna tell me right now cause I don't got the time
I'm focused on this real beauty, gotta get in line
Might go all out for her, I will define a wine and dine
The classy shit won't work on her, I see it in her eyes
We'll jump, man, jump, man, jump as we have the time of our lives
We'll party till it's four, three, two, one, fuck it, even five
Her presence is so sharp, it sticks out like a fucking knife
But there's something 'bout her which just keeps me real energized
[Hook]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, we'll be up to something
Considered spending two or three weeks out the country
Yeah, we'll be up to something, nah, we never bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, yeah, we'll keep on jumpin'
[Verse 2]
Sorry, man, I didn't mean to burst your bubble
But I see you every day, you be looking for trouble
And you talk shit 'hind my back, I hear you fucking mumble
Now I know never to trust you, cause you far from humble
Stuntin' in my place, what the fuck you doing?
Steal my old bitch, she ain't new, it's nothin'
Tryna roll through, what the fuck you provin'?
See your rubber band, no notes, you movin'
Jack fucking shit, lay low or get hit
Come through with the real 'ting, won't slip
Lay low for a 'lil bit, let's dip
Run past everythin', will not miss, ooh
Man, I got a lotta time, what to do with my day?
Maybe go out and play, lay down at the bay
Might just stay in, I say, party all night, try stay awake
Do everything, nothing on my plate, yeah, I'll keep up with the heavy pace, uh
[Bridge]
What you wanna do? What you gonna try and prove?
Got the 'stacks' you tryna move from room to room, let's see 'em, ooh
What you fucking tryna do and when you gonna try and prove?
You've got the stacks, the racks on racks, you're blowing up, I'll call you 'Boom'
[Verse 3]
Damn, for real, I haven't got a clue right now
Cause if you want me real loud, I've got a penny, need a pound
Just clean that frown, don't bring me down, we'll trap so hard from town to town
Looking scary like we clowns but damn, for real, what we do now?
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, we'll be up to something
Considered spending two or three weeks out the country
Yeah, we'll be up to something, nah, we never bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, yeah, we'll keep on jumpin'
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
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