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[Hook x2]
Always on my grind
Gotta do it all til I get mine
I am on my way (on my way)
Takin no days off
Never gonna sleep til I'm paid off
I am on my way (on my way)
[Verse 1]
I'm just livin out a big dream
Spike Lee motivated, gotta make it to the big screen
It doesn't matter how sh*t seems
Cuz when I wake up, it fits me
No shoes on the wrong feet
Just boat shoes & and a long tee
Visions of a new life
Got me sittin wishin I could do right
Cuz you don't know what it's like
Every night, tryna get by like a strike
Never concerned with the fight
When the money gettin tight like the chains on a bike
So I go and find work
Always on my job, learnin bout time's worth
Been on my grind since my birth
But they don't understand why I hurt, so I'm..
[Hook]
[Verse]
Gotta do it for the niggas that I'm in with
It's not a lifestyle, it's a business
The industry don't care bout who did sh*t
And enemies become friends when you get chips
See I'm plottin out a plan
Getting jammed inbetween a hard place and the man
Taking a stand for myself now
Learnin how to play the hand that I'm dealt out
But if you let em, they'll get you
They see money, they don't see what you been through
On stage all the time at a show
But little do they know how we feel on the low
Regardless, I'm never feelin heartless
Always in the studio and home's where the heart is
Thinkin to myself I got this
Denzel and Chris Pine couldn't stop this
[Hook]
[Bridge Repeated]
I'm just tryin to get by, always gotta try
Livin how I'm livin, make the most of my life
Keep ya head up high to the sky, fly
If you finna go hard til the day that you die!
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[Hook]
All I do is sit back, kick raps
Haters talkin that shit, but I ain't ever shit back (NAH!)
All I do is spit crack, hit tracks
Niggas wanna click-clack, but I ain't ever wit that (NAH!)
I'm just the Most hated (repeat)
[Verse 1]
I would break it down & let you know the plan, b
But short people can't even understand me
Cuz lately, I been workin on me
I ain't worried bout these other rappers lurking the streets
Preach! Kickin sinister flows,
You would know what ill is if you ever been a witness to Jo
So, welcome to the lyrical show
I'm only showin & provin so the business can grow
I say I'm rappin in mysterious ways
So I'm spittin written in a furious rage
I'm too nice if you hear what I say
I swear anybody can get it like minimum wage
So what you got to say about me?
I been heard all the negativity, it's nothin new
I'm gettin sick of niggas talkin all sweet
But get sour if I devour ya fuckin crew
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Money motivated, you gotta hate it
Them niggas talkin that shit, I guess they gotta say it
I'm on my new shit, I don't give a fuck shit
I'm probably chillin wit the chick that you trusted
This is that real raw, ya real raw
I don't play games my nigga, but I still ball
I'm feelin real tall
Cuz I'm lookin down at all these mother fuckers who said I'm someone kill off
But I'm alive and well
OJ could tell you how funny it is when you niggas try and fail
Shit, look at you tryna take a nigga down
I'm hieroglyphics, somethin you could never figure out
And if you got a problem wit me, holla bout it
Don't wait until my back's turned for you talk about it
Pussy nigga, I ain't on the weak shit
I tell em like a felon cuz it's really not a secret
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Good dreams are a hater's nightmare
I'm the one that's dreamin & the hater's might fear (x2)
Uh, I'm goin in like the street lights came on
They mad at me cuz I keep my game on
I'm on point like a v neck collar, holla
Innovating while ya'll singing the same song
The most hated ain't nothin fuck with
I say I'm probably chillin wit the chick that you trusted
Ah believe him or be leavin alone
I'm probably workin wit the people that you gettin in touch wit
You speakin resolution and I think it's quite clear
I'm the one that's dreamin & the hater's might fear
Good dreams are a hater's nightmare
I'm the one that's dreamin & the hater's might fear
[Hook x2]
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[Hook]
I spent too many years locked down in the struggle
Now i gotta get up on my hustle
So what you gon do?
Stack money, live large, get paper(x2)
It's bout time I go out and mine
Tired of counting all these nickels and dimes
So what you gon do?
Stack money, live large, get paper (x2)
[Verse 1]
It's not a mission, but I'm ready for whatever
It's not impossible, I gotta get the cheddar
Stay up on my hustle, the struggle is nothin to me
I've been thru the worst, they couldn't do nothin to me
Long nights, tryna get the song right
I had to take it to the pen to get the fuckin bars tight
Cuz if you ever hear a nigga who say he boss right
Say he fly, but if he fly then I'm a "long flight"
Cuz the aviary wouldn't even dare me
To grab a parachute and a pair a shoes like it's ordinary
But my only concern is to find success
And ya'll only concern is to find suck sex
No homo, but homie this ain't no contest
You could check every line if you see context
Ya'll be on that bullshit, I'm above the nonsense
And that's just my status, I don't need ya comments
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm grindin & motivated, never need a lot of push
Intelligent nigga like I read a lot of books
Niggas outta they mind like they eat they eat a lot of kush
They jerkin off in the trees and I don't beat around the bush
I get right to the point like a straight line
So fuck what you heard thru the grapevine
The world's yours for the takin, I'ma take mine
If you thinkin like me, you gotta great mind
For real, I'm just tellin you how I feel
We ain't never count cards but my nigga know the deal
The Real Deal, they callin me Holyfield
Knockout flow, if I don't then my homie will
Cuz on wax we apply pressure that
Makes you wanna exit like a treasure map
So bring a hundred cats, you can't take me down like phone numbers
So who gonna compare to that?
[Hook]
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[Hook]
I be on my shit, fresher than a bitch
I be on my job, niggas know what it is
Cuz I be on my shit, fresher than a bitch
If you gettin this paper then you how it is
Work, work, work.. hard (x3)
Ya I be on my job, I be on my shit
[Verse]
I'm on my shit, gotta make these tracks and get my paper
I'm workin hard, I'll do anything just to make it major
You haters won't catch me slippin, every track I'm rippin
Cuz I'm nice with the Mike, you mother fuckers might as well call me Pippen
Ah! They say I'm trippin, but a nigga like me don't ever listen
I'm on a mission to get around that green like Tiger chippin
These niggas bitchin cuz I got that bait and I'm not fishin
Fuck what they wishin, I be killin em like OJ Simpson
I ain't ever worried bout another nigga, you mother fuckers can't tell me I ain't on my shit
So when I'm happy and I'm stackin them figures, you mother fuckers better not try to come be my friend!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, I feel like I'm in my wonderous years
So another rapper gettin at me better beware, heavily geared
I'll be hotter than ever this year
[Hook]
[DG]
[Hook]
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[Verse 1]
Dream team on the scene, final four on the floor
Green looking mean, so we buying out the store
Pop bottles til there's nothin we can pour
Moscato and a model, I'm takin either or
For sure, and that's just the motto
Pay day got me looking like I just hit the lotto
You just slipped the throttle, I'm goin full speed
(WHO'S HE?) Waldo, you'll never see me!
All about cheese, you better believe this
G-Get money, potato n*ggas, we see chips
But they can never compete with
You sit on the toilet but still can't achieve sh*t
[Hook]
If you gettin all these dollars in here (throw it up)
Cuz we do it like Apollo in here (we blowing up)
What you rep? Where you from?
Who the set? Throw it up!
If you do it, (if you do it)
Ah! We do it big (x3)
Man throw ya hands up if you really doin it!
[Verse 2]
Ayo, we sippin on Patron until the early morn
Straight shots of Ciroc got a me feelin gone
I'm top notch, look at how I'm killin songs
Complete stop, shawty drop, so we get it on!
She hit me on the celly tryna see me
Phil Jackson, she wanna repeat
Real action like you see on TV
Blastin my CD while she freak me
That's what I call making a hit
Insane sh*t, easy like taking a p*ss
Ya, I'm headed for the top soon
So I put the pressure on em like a flesh wound
I'm past quick, burnin up like acid
You might get EXed out like my last chick
So if you thinkin you as sick, relax sh*t
I can make a hater fold like a napkin
[Hook]x2
[Bridge]
If you feelin how I'm feelin, put ya hands up
Take shots to the head til you can't stand up
[Hook]
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[Bridge]
Time goes fast, the money come slower
I'm tryna see green like a damn lawn mower
No days off and I'm in it til it's over
Gotta get chips for the one on my shoulder
[Verse 1]
But hold up, they will never see me
They don't wanna meet me, they just wanna be me
Movin all this Prada (product), tryna get Fendi
Lotta cats talkin 8th letter but I been G
Wanna see what I'm bout, tell her frisk me
Got a good chance now, but she still risky
Cuz you don't know what you gettin into
A lotta girls be gettin it, too -- real shit b
[Hook]
We gotta go hard (x4)
We gotta go hard
They say the game hard
So we gotta play smart
Long way comin from the line that we start
So we gotta go hard
[Verse 2]
Workin all day, party all night
my ol' girl left but I'm feelin all right
On site, I be killin with the swagger
I'm on point like the tip off a dagger
Tryna go hard, gotta get me in the game if I bogard
No days off!
anything you seen i been cited
been write it, hands probably got arthritis
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[B.Shels 1]
[Hook]
[B.Shels 2]
[Verse 3]
(How it feel when it's money comin in?)
Ay Shels, it really feels amazing
Waiting on the call & now, I'm gettin paged in
I used to feel pretty caged in
Now, we chillin, sippin, dolla gettin like made men
Just when I thought everything caved in
I meditated to escalate it, keeping the patience
Investigated my inner thoughts, wantin to spend a lot
But I had to earn up before I could win a part
Never listened to what I'm taught, only my heart
Until I realized that I gotta play smart
So I configure my talent, writing this ballad
Cuz now is when we gotta go hard
[Hook]
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[Verse 1]
The most hated, they hate it but I don't take offense
I just wait to get gritty when the beat commence
Most times I be chillin with a pen, killin em again,
Killin with a grin when I get intense
I don't ever let the critics get the best of me
Cuz my momma say that I can make it like a recipe
I say a prayer for my haters and my enemies
When I'm rippin beats, they should let me in this industry
I make hits, it's a problem when I pen the heat
You'll be missin me like Drake said with that hate shit
Solvin mysteries, Workin on the late shift
I say I'm always on my grind on some skate shit
While you sleepin, I'm searchin for greatness
And some of ya'll who ain't on my side wanna collate this
I tried to tell em that it won't be long
Before I find the
[Verse 2]
The most hated, they hate it but I don't take offense
I just wait to get gritty when the beat commence
Lyrically michevous, but I wasn't always positive
When I was younger I couldn't picture this
Cuz some will say that life's a bitch, true
And thru the drama I ain't wanna hit you
I was raised better than that,
You would never catch me committing such a devilish act
Stupid nigga, what kind of person do you take me for?
Maybe back then, but I'm tryna tell em it was way before
Before you'd call a chick a whore, and at the same time
Ask if you can hit it raw, you out ya damn mind
That's why I'm laughin at these niggas who be talkin shit
Cuz now they wanna be my friend like you hot as shit
But shit, I ain't blind to em
So they can keep judgin me like I did a crime to em
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[Verse]
Trials and tribulations of a young man
Infactuated with the gift to hold his own hand
He never had the support to run his course
And of course, he would rise, devise his own plan
An artist with a heart it's time to author it
He don't need what you're offering, never one to bargain shit
Cuz since his sense to get cents was kicking in
A dream is what he's picturing, who are you to bicker with
Never minding the speculation or when they hating
It's all the time when he's innovating and they be waiting
Cosigning his own efforts, hoping for a little inspiration
The motivation to flow records
Flow wreckless, in due time he'll find
that he was better than most, veteran dosed
There's nothing to tell or have him see now
Cuz the old money got the young boy senile
[Verse]
Now, he's back and the track's so epideral
You couldn't feel him if you wanted, but the boy is thorough
The opposition is in position to take a hit
Role playing, director sayin to take a bit
Let it sink in, only the Lord knows what he thinkin
Each breath blessed when he speakin
Reciting literatures, integers of his sentences
He can't remember shit, he should've written it
His Holy Ghost is improvising his dopeness
He knows he gotta hold it together like close knits
Oh shit, now he got the crowd waitin for the next line
Hoping to hear some more of it
Close to composure, spittin it like he's supposed to
Lookin for closure, leavin him with exposure
But if they never test his rhymes, the rest is fine
Cuz he knows, the only test is time
[Bridge x4]
How you make me do that?
Look what you made me do, I ain't wanna do that (I guess I had to do that)
[Verse]
But as a college student, I guess he had to do it
Kickin knowledge and gettin par with an honors student
Waiting on a pot of gold, taking all that he can hold
But never realized that lies would leave him sold
Man, it's a Cole World, ask Jermaine
He's half your age, but you ain't felt half the pain
So you can listen in & ask his name
It's Jo Jo, I really shouldn't have to say
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[Pre-verse]
The way you move ya body
You got me thinkin I'm crazy
But I just wanna take you home,
And I couldn't help but think
The way that you be doin things
Got me feelin like I'm in the zone,
Shawty, I swear you the baddest out here
Can I call you sometime on the phone
Cuz I'm ready and I'm waitin
For you to give me the number
You really shouldn't be out alone, (4)
[Verse]
I ain't worried bout ya girlfriends
Call em all up, I got more friends
I'm wanna take you out and make ya world spin
Let the alcohol get you twisted like whirl wind
She say she all in, we'll let's make moves
Tryna tango, you know it takes two
Shawty with me, I promise you alright
All night, I promise you gettin what you like
[Hook]
Shawty got me like WHOA
I be thinkin bout you from the night til the morn(x2)
You would never know, but baby, I swear
You got me like WHOA (x2)
[Verse]
Ha, 'cause you know how we do it
Ya boy got game, I'm spittin it so fluent
I got big dreams, it seems that I'm pursuin
A chick like you, I'm lovin the way you move it
That body and swag, oooh she know she bad
When you got it like that, other girls are mad
Hatin on you for bein one of the finest
But they don't understand how you bringin it back
Old school shawty, even a bit naughty
Low ride jeans, they be killin me softly
I've seen a lot broads who ain't doin it partly
Drake the track and she Nicki Minaj me
Slide up in the Bugotti
Smile on her face sayin she know she got me
And we gone, doin this all night
I told you I promise you gettin what you like
[Hook]
[Bridge]
(Like whoa)
Met a lot of chicks but they ain't nothin like you
(Like whoa)
Seen a lot of girls but they don't know what to do
(Like whoa)
You got me goin crazy
So I been thinkin lately
I'ma give you what you like
[Pre-hook]
One time for the girls who gettin they own swag
No time for the girls who thinkin they all that
Seen a lotta chicks but only one of em bad
This one's for the girls who keep bringin it back cuz
[Hook x2]
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[Verse]
I got my red cup, it's party time
I be dressin to perfection while you hardly shine
And them bitches here, ya we got em gone
I be spittin while they sippin, ya I got em gone
Bottles in my section, blessings if you drinkin some
No recollection, better listen if you thinkin wrong
I can give her what she missin if she need it bad
So I tell her like I said it in the freakin song
Like a red cup, I can fill her up
You mad cuz you ain't really did enough
But I be giving her the business like we plan to fuck
On the real man, I think she need a manager
Cuz she bad as what? Dog, she bad like a juvenile
Drop it low then bring it to the middle now
I'ma play her like a god damn fiddle now
Tell her man she be gon for a little while
on top, in the back of the backseat
I really don't care what she ask me
Bad girl really tryna act sweet
I can see it in her face like acne
So I put it on her, like religion
So I had to fill her up like a fuckin prescription
[Hook]
One shot, two shots, straight to the head
Sippin on Ciroc while she sippin me instead
I treat her like a red cup... like a red cup
Shawty let me fill her up... like a red cup
Shawty wanna grind, she say she want my time
I'ma lose my mind cuz she lookin mighty fine
Ya, I treat her like a red cup.. like a red cup
Shawty let me feel her up.. like a red cup
[Kiid Fresh]
[Hook]
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[Hook]
I said it's money over bitches, spend it before I get it
I'ma grind til I die, make it before I finish
Now, what you call that?
It's grind time, grind time
Ya, I'm in it til I win it, nigga I'm bout the business
I ain't ever worried bout it, the paper I'm gon get it
Now, what you call that?
It's grind time, grind time
[Verse 1]
When I get up on the track, gotta kill this shit for what it's worth
And when I wake up in the morning, I go to work
I'm grindin all day, gotta my paper right
And while you sleepin, I'm keepin up wit it all night
I'm goin after my dreams & I ain't backin down
And I don't fuck wit you circus niggas who actin clown
Thru blood, sweat, and tears, homie, I don't ever frown
And now, they wanna be my friends, but they was never round
Fuck them, that's why I stick wit my team
Cuz you niggas you talk a lot, but do nothin to help the dream
And all that bull shit really is not a thing
Cuz I'ma laugh when you mad when I'm makin a lot of green
Cuz I do it for my family, hoping they proud of me
And I do it for the haters who probably doubted me
I'ma do it for the love of music and honestly
I'ma do it for myself, it's somethin I gotta be
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
No doubt about it, I'm grindin, I gotta put it down
I said I'm married to the music, gotta take a vow
I'ma pay later, but I gotta get by (buy) now
Cuz niggas hating, I'm patient, wait til they find out
I'ma menace, forgiveness never put in my sentence
Only business, you witness me work it out like fitness
I ain't finished, you bitches better throw in the towel
Cuz when I win this, I'm "Chris Brown", look at me now!
Haters shook like an etch-a-sketch
A lot of them ain't wanna see me chest to chest
But on the real, I'm grindin until Jo's best
Conquering shit, mother fuckers are no test
I'm dream chasing, you retracing your own steps
Tryna figure out why you niggas ain't blow next
It's grind time nigga, I'm the one you gotta go catch
I boflex, you lil niggas should go stretch
[Hook]
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[Hook]
I'm on that, I'm on that
Gotta get a lil bread for I fall back
And them niggas talkin shit like they was all that
But they were never cookin wit me like I haul crack
I'm on that
better learn about a nigga before you talkin that shit I'm on I said
You fall, I ball instead, and I be workin hard tryna get them chips I'm on that
Y'all niggas better fall back
I'm on that
Y'all niggas better fall back
I'm on that If its bread I get it
the money comin to me & I swear I spend it
And it's so tremendous, you ain't know I get them digits
[Verse]
I'm on that, I'm on that, sip a lil Henney or the Cognac
I be goin hard like LeBron act
And I be makin hits like a ball bat
Ya'll be talkin shit but you ain't all that
I represent the city on my ball cap
Ya'll be lookin shitty, better fall back
I be makin summer wonder where the fall at
Cuz I'm hot, got a bad chick
And her bad friends work magic
You ain't see her, that's tragic
You probably bit ya toungue like a bad kiss
But I'm glad shit, and i'm back bitch
Fuck alla that past shit
The drama that you startin I am past it
You mother fuckers better not try to come match this
[Hook]
[Kiid Fresh]
[Hook]
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[Verse]
Runnin shit, I'ma boss
I get it poppin' like mama's lip gloss
My flow hotter than some damn chili sauce
And I'm always on my hustle, man, call me Ricky Ross
Okay, okay, I'm on it, you better listen
Uh, I'm on my grind, hustle, I'm on a mission
I'm on the come up, fightin thru all the struggle
And I ain't scared of death, nigga, ask Kurt Russel
I'm on my grind til the death of me
We celebrating right now like it's meant to be
College student in them books making history
So when you talkin bout the Burgh, better mention me
I got my weight up, believe me it's all muscle
Strong armin niggas who see me & wanna tussle
Reachin for my dreams, so I'm in foul trouble
And if you niggas want a problem, then you found trouble
[Hook]
Cuz nigga, I be on my grind all day
And mother fuckers talk it, but they don't grind like me
I just laugh at the garbage anyway
Cuz a little bit of love can take me a long way
Cuz I'm a boss
Call me Ricky Ross
Nigga, I be on my grind
Call me Ricky Ross
[Yung Gee]
[Hook]
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[Molly Mawlz]
Oh yeah, I see you baby
Gotta feel for the jeans you're wearing
Gonna leave the rhythm, just a minute
Ain't no one here (x2)
We don't have to talk about it
I know you'll understand me
You know how to treat a lady
You're the only one here
[Hook & Molly]
Shawty lookin bad and she know it (You all that)
Would catch my game if I throw it? (You all that)
I'm the type of dude that'll show it (You all that)
Cuz I'm tryna be the one that you go with (I'm on that)
I'm on that [repeated]
Shawty lookin bad and she know that she all that
[Verse 1]
It's gettin late & I wanna know what your name is
And do you gotta leave with who you came with?
I'm only pressing because you got me impressed and
I know you not a groupie because I ain't even famous
I started gettin nervous tryna approach you
Cuz I'm tryna be the nigga that you finna be close to
See I copped me some boat shoes, I got you some Coach, too
I'm thinkin that it's obvious I'm better than most, too
I turn the music up, you say it's goin down
You fill another cup, I buy another round
I say I never cuff, you tryna do it now
And you ain't ever bluff, so I'm liking how that sound
Real rap, I'm sayin it's all crack
I gotta let her know I'm a lion to small cats
I'm a lion but speaking them raw facts
Cuz I'm wit her and you bitter, now what do you call that?
[Hook & Molly]
[Verse 2]
But when I think about it, would I let you know that?
If I brought up emotion, would you show that?
Maybe ya past rough so you act tough
But I ain't tryna bring the past up like a throw back
Ay, I'm on another level, you should meet me there
And do you hear me shawty, am I speaking clear?
You got that good thang, really, really good thang
Every nigga want you in they car like wood grain
But I ain't tryna sweat you off that
I'm just tryna let you know that you really all that
That smile that you wearin complimenting your appearance
Got me starin, it's apparent there is minor inteference
That's why I'm asking is you likin who you here with
But you still tryna act like you ain't hear this
It's all good, I promise it's all good
Cuz I'ma get her and you bitter, ya'll wishin that ya'll could
[Hook & Molly]
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[Ajay Rock]
I'm all over you
Cuz when I pass you
It feels like taboo
I gotta have you
I'm all over you
Just like a tattoo (x3)
And you have no clue
Cuz when I pass you
It feels like taboo
I gotta have you
I'm all over you
Just like a tattoo (x3)
I'm all over you
[Verse 1]
Girl, you bad like a reputation
I'm tryna have a conversation
Can I get you over to my place and
Get a lil knowledge, you got good grades and
You got a Good Humor like ice cream
I'm just playin, but you know what I mean
Shit, I was dreamin of mainstream
But now, I'm sidetracked by you & that inseam
I never misdail shit, but since I found this
Shawty threw me off like a wild pitch
You got me on some wow shit
Do you like whip cream and cherries?
You ever think about gettin married?
You bout the chase like Tom & Jerry's?
Did you come from the monestaries?
Cause you got me like Good Lord
Wonderin what I'm good for
Can I give you diamond rings and more
I know you wonderin bout what's in store
She say impress me,
I'm tryna do things you ain't ever do yet
Bet, Pespi, she sex me while we "Dew" the duet
[Ajay Rock]
[Verse 2]
Cuz the first time I saw your face I couldn't really get you off my mind
And I don't wanna play you like the bass, but damn, my hands done intertwined
So sit back and recline, Let your body unwind
So fine, your beauty combined with that attitude will have a dude losin his mind
Lemme stop 'for I say too much, really, I might say too much
But then again, we ain't just friends, I'm who you crush
Trust, I'ma give you my all that, so tell these niggas step up or fall back
They all wack, actin like they really would brawl back
They sayin that they beat it up, but baby, I maul that (I'm all that)
Now, back to the topic at hand, tell me can I be your man?
You tryna chill on the beach in the sand?
Next week, can I see you again?
You ready to go? Just lemme know, no time for the arguin
But I know she ready cuz she say she all in
So I take care of that body like an RN
[Ajay Rock]
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[Hook]
I know I'm not the only one like me
But I gotta hustle for my money
you don't know what I'm goin thru
And even tho they don't wanna like me
I be goin hard, the haters know what I'm gon do
We gon ride
[Verse]
I'm an artist with dark compartments, Heartless from when I started
Confrontin all of my fears, the haters are who I target
Long as I'm breathin air and my heart continues to beat
I promise I'll never fear and I never will face defeat
Honestly if you hear what I'm puttin out on a track
Regurgitation of facts, my destination in tact
Preservation is wack, my life you see it in bars
Forever speaking in SARS, I was ill from the start
Knee deep in my in hustle, keep me from the stuggle
The weak speaking in terror, but I'm speaking for all you
This for my brothers & my sisters & my mother & my father
Cuz you know what I'm gon do
[Hook]
[Kiid Fresh]
[Hook]
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[Hook]
Lotta nights of the rawest pain
Go to sleep just to wake up and it's all the same
So I'm takin sips from a tall glass til it all pass
They gon remember my name
If it's the last thing I do before I die (x3)
They wonderin why, I just tell em I..
[Verse]
Am on shit that you ain't ever seen before
I'm like a celebit chillin with a greedy whore
Buffet beats, I tell em feed me more
Cuz if they make it rain, I show em what the squeegie for
I never worry bout another nigga,
I never worry bout pullin triggers, only bout them figures
Figures, real rap raw shit
J-O scorchin, flow like a faucet
I pick out my targets, they fall like it's August
I am stiff competition, call me a carcass
Ah shit, I'm on that hot shit
I'm all that I can be (Camby), call me Marcus
One of the hardest, reputation lead me well
That's why I'm laughin at niggas who wanna see me fail
But still, if you feelin how I'm feelin
Put ya hands up to the ceiling cuz we finna make a killin
[Hook]
[C.H.R.I.S.]
[Hook]
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[Intro]
It's times like these I go and reflect son
Inclined lyrics got me searchin perfection
So I smile with a confident complexion
As I'm on deck and set to be the next one
Educated, they never thought I would make it
They call me the most hated, but lately, I'm advocated
72412 affiliated, but the DMV is where I originated
[Hook]
I just do it for the glory
And they ain't ever, ever get me
I just do it for the glory
Wait until, wait until they see
I just do it for the glory
And momma I promise I'll never change
I just do it for the glory
I don't care if they know my name, I ain't doin it for the change
[Verse 1]
Real rap on wax, that's what I call it
Can't get enough of it like an alcoholic
And haters talk greas y but they walkin frolic
It's hammer time so they better stop it
I'm gettin nautious, too sick for my own good
But I got this, do it so home good
I wanna see my momma live comfortably
So I gotta get these snakes out from under me
I suggest these pests find another lane
Cuz I invest my best into everything
So don't bother me with all that rift-raft
Thinkin I'ma get mad, you ought to chill like dairy queen
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I say I wake up in the morning & I'm yawning
Gettin ready to get what I didn't have when I started
I'm so persistent with my wish list
If it's good for me, it's good for the business, I'm on it
Thinkin bout everything that I wanted
My momma stay proud cuz I'm buzzin like a hornet
Feelin like the game's mine to keep if I want it
But I'm only keepin if I keep it on a hundred
I just do it for the glory, you follow the story
Couldn't say that you ignore me if even ever I bore thee
The mental capture of my lyrical stature
Considers me the rapture and the forewarning
[Hook]
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