[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir] Ay, gang gang Ay, Ay, Ay, gang gang Ay, put that thing up on my lap, you getting rearranged 4 Os on this chain, that's a GPA Running up a check, I been stacking easy pay I might pull up with the stick, just add me on GTA I'm the man, do you understand Made a hundred bands while I dance Yeah, I think I'm gonna need more rubber bands, go to France I might take a chance but you ain't my mans Tell that bitch get off my dick, I ain't trying to make no plans
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I'm a maniac, musical mania A braniac, I make my lyrics I'm hitting your cranium, I'm a nut No macadamia, brain on academia Get my flow out in Wakanda, my lyrics Vibranium I gotta get up to the tippity top of hippity hop [?] Vitanins and in my minerals Military moments of mastery, maybe the general, maybe incredible Maybe a man, or maybe an animal Eat these wack rapper alive, maybe a cannibal
[Verse 4: Pusha T] I was pushing white, I was pablo Running from the feds in my town, hoe Fuck with the clique, pull up to the block though All of sudden, you gon' ask like "Where the cops go?" Not home, Dorothy, this a pot hoe You a cockroach, swallow, the shop's closed You might find yourself locked behind the wrong doors Then when you libre, they gon' tell you that it's not yours
[Verse 5: Meek Mill] Yeah, they locked me in the cell, they tried to kill me I don't wanna be in your city, I'm in Philly You made a hundred, you can't even make a milli [?] feelin' chilly Yeah, I am the man Do you understand? I don't think you get it Yeah, they tried to murder me, they tried to bury my name in a second Balling like Curry, your vision is blurry I think you'll regret it You better sit down on the ground and then come on up standing corrected
[Verse 6: Tyler the Creator] Uhh, my dick fat Might just go click clack Writing your bitch back They was talking shit, well I guess that I missed that Uhh, I'm too nice with it Itching for the throne, got some new lice in it I'm hot but the boy's to cold like Bennet Like J, I make my pay, I spend it I wave bye to my kiddy days on my Billy Ray Tried Oxy, got clean. Thanks, Billy Mays
[Verse 7: OG Tyler the Creator] Live in a grey area, all 50 shades Don't give a fuck, give a F like some shitty grades This that old school Tyler This that no rules Tyler This that bully motherfuckers in they homeschool Tyler
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[Verse 9: Juice WRLD] I got to breath in You got a new man, sorry, I don't see him I might hit your phone up in the evening I miss you and we never had to begin What's the reason? Tell me, what's the reason I'm looking for your heart in the bottom of my wine glass Want you more ever since I let the time pass I can't ignore that I knew that it would never last Give my heart, that's just something I ain't getting back
[Verse 10: Lil Tracy] Solar eclipse in your eyes I wanna see your hips and your thighs You know I'm just living my life I don't think I'm living it right Like Keemstar, I get right in
[Verse 11: Kodak Black] I can't look up to these hoes I'm higher then And they say they lives are sad, need to get a violin But lil Kodak in a jet, and you know i'm smilin' Got your bitch up on my line, I'm the one she dialin' I'm wiling, yeah I can't even be walking round the street I been up at the top, now they down for me I was making all my noise, you was sound asleep Hustlin' then I made it on the count of three
[Verse 12: Comethazine] I done make a band for the summer, yeah (Huh, huh) I just made a milly, that's a bummer, yeah (Huh, huh) I'm Comethazine on Promethazine, yeah (Huh) I just made my [?] for the [?]
[Verse 13: Earl Sweatshirt] I wasn't born bible belt But my mom had a bible and belt Flow so hot Shit could make fire meltTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
