Might drop you off a couple stories
Just when brothers thought shit
Was hunky dory
Thanks sweetie, hit it easy
Like Sunday morning
24 7 Ballin
Money callin
It’s pourin in
I copped foreign on em
The block was not the proper forum
I had to lay in the cut
If it’s on, it’s on, and it’s on
We don’t kiss and make up
This shit ain’t fake
We ain’t just makin this up
I get you stripped from chain to naked butt
I was just supposed to be making runs
Major funds, dip the fake ones
Chopped the game up
Gave it some razor bumps
That made the baby face rough
Take it from us
We had to take stuff
From anks to bracelets to Jacobs
Beam on the K
This ain’t no motherf*cking lazer gun
Shit’ll flame you up chump
Should have known I was dangerous
From the jump
You need some work
This is a tummy tuck (tummy tuck)
Uncut drugs that came from Columbia
Drugs and ugly Colombians
Trust I was under 21
A younger son
Nothing’s new under the sun
Knew I would be someone
Prior to my first release
They said the East was done
A fan of yours
Peace before the reaper come



[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Uh
I do my dirt all by my lonesome
As far as drugs go
Sold some
Two loaded guns for
When the folks come
The drum is filled with slugs
Might have to throw some
Shots by the neighbors
Think I woke some
Woke em like the gold sun
I rap with my nose up
With my tux and
My glass of mimosa
Oh you think you know so much? [Intro]
(Movie Dialogue)
Shit nigga
Facts
Uh
Uh
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Get your wig lumped and bumped off
Chopped the front of the pump off
It was short
f*ck all the corny talk
My dogs make 40’s pour
Shorty, why make a short story long? “Well, maybe a little”
Makes lady a widow
With the bathwater
Don’t throw the baby
Out the window
Facts
We gonna lead a sting (leave sting)
Gonna bleed a few leaders
As soon you gonna be at peace
These ain’t no pea shooters
And we ain’t shooting ?? My street shit deep rooted
You catch two in your Jeep
I’m a sheik
We don’t fit in with sheep
The stones in my pinky
Look like a fifty piece
You niggas been gettin beat
Suck a dick
Your jeans got rips in the knees
Shit
Shit, if anything
Your bitch will try to
Key my Jeep
Clean you up
Give you the sweep
Creep, TLC
Sick
Get you to slid in the Benz GLE
We elite
Your Lamborghinis is leased
Sheesh
Panties leakin
Santorini Greece
Muhf*cker I’m a beast
[Outro]
(Movie Dialogue)

[Intro]
(Can't play ballin’ on these hoes, hah)
Fake ass world, fake ass niggas, fake ass bitches
f*ck all you motherf*ckers
Look, uh
World we live in
[Verse]
I swear I used to have a heart, it went ghost on me
I put my trust in a nigga and he stole from me
I said I can't let no nigga take my soul from me
All I need is money, I don't need no woman, yeah
You can’t save everybody you gotta pick and choose
My daddy always tell me not to be a fool
My auntie died when she was young, it left me critical
Muffin died when she was young, it left mе miserable
Was a free agent, now I ball crazy
Big cuban link, bustdown bracеlets
Maybe we could f*ck, but that's all baby
Married to the money, bitch, I'm taken
Look, you only got one time to slip up
You only get one shot, nigga, what you miss for? Nigga making diss songs we out here hitting their shit up
That money got too heavy so I started doing sit-ups
Look, if it ain't about a bag I probably won't pick up
Talkin' bout a bitch I probably had, I could give two f*cks
She say she tryna be boo'd up, f*ck her then I boot her
Pockets on Buddha, holy hallelujah
Look, rollin' like a scooter, gotta free my main man
Shawty was a shooter
Two hundred thousand on the airplane
I probably should’ve flew her, private
How the hell you made it out the zoo? Grindin’
6 AM and a nigga in the booth
I ain't got love for no buster ass nigga like you
I show love to all my thugs, I salute all my troops
Aye if you thug how we thug then I know what you been through
Long Live Nut, Free Ju
Stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain’t no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain't no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain't no regular kicks
[Outro]
Stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain't no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain’t no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain't no regular kicks

Young (Sonny Digital)
FBG global (Project X)
Astronaut
[Verse 1: Future]
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Yeah), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Yeah), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back, yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back, yeah
Them bands up, they gon' pay someone to hurt you (Yeah)
Gettin' rich was my virtue (Was my virtue)
Maybach fish bowl, creep in it like a turtle (Creep)
Big stacks, won't fold, taller than a hurdle (Won't fold)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas servin' (Gang unit)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas murkin' (Slatt)
California, fast cars, going cowabunga (California)
Every mornin' go and shop, draping up designer (Draped up)
Got my legal credit card, keep that dirty F&N (Woah)
Shoot a thou', bet a thou', hurry, drop the PIN (Woah)
Me and Herion dropped a seven on a ten (Woah)
Seven days out the week, come through, spin (What else?)
I'm gettin' legal money, still ride with dirty F&Ns
California, fast cars, going cowabunga (Yeah)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas murkin' (Yeah)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas servin' (Yeah)
[Chorus: Future, Pap Chanel]
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Gucci), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (How you comin'?), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Woo), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going, Ayy), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr, Okay then), yeah
[Verse 2: Pap Chanel]
Double G's on my pocketbook, forgot which nigga bought it (Which nigga bought it?)
Always speak my mind, don't care who hear [?][1:24]
Don't count my eggs before they hatch, I cross my T's and dot my I's
Like them double C's and Prada bands and hella dollar signs, bitch
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
And I got the shoes to match, these bitches f*ck for that
That's no cap, bitch
P-A-P, I like free bands with no strings attached
Don't be cashin' out on me if you gon' want your money back
'Cause I hate ballers that fiendin' like Felicia
These hoes don't want no beef, if they eat salad, it's a Caesar
These bitches problem in my eyes, I pick 'em with some tweezers
Now tell me who belong to the streets? Like Romeo, they tryna master the P (Bitch)
[Chorus: Future, Pap Chanel, Herion Young]
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah (Okay then)
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Yeah, bitch), yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah (Talk this shit, Young)
[Verse 3: Herion Young]
Gucci bucket hat with a cup of Act' (Cup of Act')
Pair of skinnies on and a couple racks (Freebandz)
Couple hitters with me with a couple gats (Murk)
Opps say we missed 'em, so we double back (Skrrt, skrrt, baow)
Look like Dapper Dan, just a dope boy from the '80s
Ace Boogie at the cleaners, that was me until I made it (Young)
Whatever I want, they pay it, had that money right, I weigh it (I do)
The way I'm sellin' Molly Savage, you'd think Mike WiLL done made it (Ha)
Bitch, I'm paid in full, I feel like Mitch in that Benz (Skrrt)
You turn your head, fool, I have your bitch in that Benz (Demon)
Riding with that tool, sellin' dog food, I don't need no friends (Nah)
Pluto and Seven in that foreign, feel like Bobo back again (Rest in peace)
[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah [Intro: Future & Herion Young]
Freeband Gang
What's up, Chanel?

I’m sorry I yelled at you
‘Bout the baby’s clothes
‘Bout the car on fire
About love
The seven year itch
Is quite a bitch it’s true
But believe me, I don’t lie
I love you
And we can make it
If you don’t break it
It’s up to you
When the fire gets cold,
It’s really cold
And to believe in you
Really believe in you
It’s hard to do
I’m sorry I yelled at you
‘Bout the baby’s clothes
‘Bout the car on fire
About love
And we can make it
If you don’t break it
It’s up to you
The seven year itch
Is quite a bitch it’s true
But believe me, I don’t lie
I love you
I am sorry I yelled at you.

Jive Angels lyrics Jesus is King (Bless
the Lord)
I’m living in peace
Living in joy
He’s given me beauty for ashes,
I’m living by faith
Swimming in grace
He’s given me beauty for ashes
You are my comfort You are my joy
You are my peace, My everything
You are my comfort, You are my joy
You are my peace, My everything
(Bless the Lord), O my Soul O my Soul
Bless the Lord, O my Soul O my Soul
I’ll Bless the Lord, O my Soul O my Soul
Bless the Lord, O my Soul O my Soul
I got joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
peace like a fountain, peace like a
I got joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
peace like a fountain, peace like a
fountain
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
He makes me to lie down in green
pastures
Everything that I got’s from above, not
beneath, no be by power
They didn’t give me & they can’t take it
away
You are my comfort You are my joy
You are my peace, My everything (yeah)
You are my comfort, (oh lord) You are my
joy (yeah)
You are my peace, My everything
(Hallelujah)
(Bless the Lord), O my Soul O my Soul
Bless the Lord, (Bless the Lord)O my Soul
O my Soul
I’ll Bless the Lord, (I say, Bless the Lord) O
my Soul O my Soul
(Bless the Lord) Bless the Lord, O my Soul
O my Soul
I got joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
peace like a fountain, peace like a
I got joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
joy like a river, peace like a fountain
(fountain!)
peace like a fountain, peace like a
fountain yeah
(Bless the Lord), O my Soul O my Soul
Bless the Lord, (Bless the Lord)O my Soul
O my Soul
I’ll Bless the Lord, (I say, Bless the Lord) O
my Soul O my Soul
(Bless the Lord) Bless the Lord, O my Soul
O my Soul

Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A newborn king to see
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the king
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
So to honor him
Pa rum pum pum pum
When we come
Little baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give our king
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you
Pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum
Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for him
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Then he smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum
Me and my drum
Me and my drum

[Intro]
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, check it
Check it
[Chorus]
Do-re-me, fa-lo-sa-ti
Follow me, so crazy
Don’t pay freaks, the hoes pay me
So wavy, you know, baby, oh
Oh
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
(Marc’)
[Verse 1]
Check it
The love outweigh the hate
Accept the fate
This came with being great
It’s all balance
It’s give and take
I’m in a good space
Rolling with the wood face
Might spray bait
Put up in good faith
I wish you pussies would say my name (Say it)
Get your frame flamed
Shot, thrown out the plane
You die trying to hang on the wing
My lady ring
Was made by Vera Wang
We all make errors
No whore can make me jealous
Bitch my taste is exquisite
If you feel you equipped to bang
Then take the quiz my nigga
I bet you fail it
I bet you get your head split like a melon
Ain’t no tellin
The flow is credit
But the game is sold separate
Made cocaine more famous
Than the flavor known as peppermint
We came up
Life’s like a episode of The Jeffersons
My man brung the Tec
He snuck a weapon in
You tuck your necklace in
I’m just settling in
Yeah, I said we was pimps
Everything that I said I meant
I’m a man, you a bitch
So we can’t settle this like men
Niggas is kids
Niggas still taking pictures of they kicks
I might take your bitch
Just for kicks
The fiends is mad I came late with the fix
I should have won the chip
But it was fixed
The shit went down without a hitch, Slim
Bullets whizzing through the brisk wind
Chipped your wig
Cross my team and
You can’t live to eat a chicken wing
I’m trying to cop
The Beamer Six
Before the spring hit
f*ck what you thinkin
Stinkin bitch
Marc’, nigga
What you thinkin
Stinkin bitch? No funny biz
I leave pockets with
The Bugs Bunny ears
Your career’s doing the running man
Damn
Used to go hand in hand
Was hungry like a wolf
Duran Duran
I come put one in your deriare
(Yeah, Yeah)
Uh
I come put one in your derrière
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Do-re-me, fa-lo-sa-ti
Follow me, so crazy
Don’t chase hoes, the hoes chase me
So wavy, you know, baby, oh
Yeah
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, oh, baby, oh [Chorus]
Do-re-me, fa-lo-sa-ti
Follow me, so crazy
Don’t chase hoes, the hoes chase me
So wavy, you know, baby, oh
Yeah
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, oh, baby, oh, baby, oh
[Verse 2]
Did my dirt in the streets
Gotta learn from mistakes
Stand firm and squirt the .38
Or turn the other cheek
Swerve in the V with
Different color schemes
They seen us coming
I’m becoming a
Young Phil Drummond
You still my son and
Death is in the tongue
Soon I’ll be done beloved
Shit was a dub
These bum niggas a dime a dozen
Rhyme bustas (hot bustas)
Ridin buses
Shots from cocksuckers
I might pop you and
Hop in the Cutlass
I don’t give a squat
If its topless or covered
As long as these young foxes
Rocking pumps
And try to jump in
Copped a truck to make punches in
I hit the block and punched in
My hoe took a couple bumps
Off a hunded slip
Not every nigga with money’s rich
?You lucky prick? It’s either get bloody or plug me in, ya dig?

Countless people pass me by
All will change, progression of the era
[Chorus]
I will never retreat, I move into the great beyond
I move into the great beyond
No regret, you have only one life, I’m born
My will shall be done, my will be done
I want to fight my greed until I die
My story has no end, my story has no end
[Bridge]
I’ll upend you from two outs
The bottom of the ninth inning
[Chorus]
I will never retreat, I move into the great beyond
I move into the great beyond
I want to fight my greed until I die
My story has no end
I want to fight my greed until I die
My story has no end
[Breakdown]
I will walk until my legs are broken
I will walk until my legs are broken
With truth test the world
With truth test yourself, test yourself
With truth test the world
With truth test yourself, oh
[Outro]
No end, no turning back
Trust your will, you will awaken
Into the great beyond
If you journey through life, you will find your own way
If you journey through life, you will find your own way
If you journey through life, you will find your own way
If you journey through life, you will find your own way
If you journey through life, you will find your own way
If you journey through life, you will find your own way [Intro]
Go
[Verse]
Time passes before me
I am stirred by the changing seasons
How long will I stay this course?

Ve gumshuda di talaash vich paa deyo Ni jehda tera time chakda Ni laake photo’an kanna te chipka deyo Oh banda fir kithon bachda
Ve guttan ton lahonde ghadiyan Jo time bann kare addiyan Oh anti dekhde ne raashiyan Kithon taale garaah jaande ne
Oh jehde saade naal keh jaande ne Oh time naal peh jaande ne Oh karna karuna kujh nahi Saale feeling le jaande ne
Same nature jiddan da munda likhda Ve nahiyon dassan ve load sevta Aa jehde gaaneya ch nitt bande maarde Ve tethon dardi lagoad sevta
Ho theatran ch hi daler ne Kagajan de vichi sher ne Oh bhann lain time mere naal Kayi lokan nu seh jaande ne
Ve tainu sorry bhai keh jaande ne Jhagg wangu beh jaande ne Ve tu ohna di hawa kadh de Oh jehde hawa leh jaande ne Ve tainu cheif naalo wadh munde jaande Oh bas naam hi kamaya jatt ne Oh tainu cheif naalo wadh munde jaande Oh bas naam hi kamaya jatt ne Ve laaye poster si tu pardhaan de Ni har kaam sire laya jatt ne
Oye aadhe pind utte takk ne Raule high court takk ne Ve pakke yaariyan de tag lagge ne Oh chheti kithon dheh jaande ne
Oh jehde saade naal keh jaande ne Oh time naal peh jaande ne Oh karna karuna kujh nahi Saale feeling le jaande ne
Na euro da na pound’an da Tainu shuak jatta ve raunda da Tu bhedi saadi ragg ragg di Tainu pata saadiyan hundan da
Ni raahpur raahpur hundi ae Pakke ne jatt tareefa de Ve mainu 2 number de lagde ne Jehde thalle rakhde seat’an de
Ainna nu kidda sutt deva jo Kaam aaye vich takleefan de
Le jaandiyan sahage jinna tha ni Oh thaar ke dunaal mundeya Oh jehdi head bowl payi ae kaale rang di Ankh rakhda ae laal mundeya
Oh rakhe door takk maar ni Kardi ae haddan paar ni Oh maan sadda munde kabbe ne Aun saare tae jaande ne
Ve tainu sorry bhai keh jaande ne Jhagg wangu beh jaande ne Ve tu ohna di hawa kadh de Oh jehde hawa le jaande ne
Aaja ve kv singh!