Streets On Fire

Lyrics to ‘Streets On Fire’ by Young Scooter:

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Traphouse

Lyrics to ‘Traphouse’ by Young Scooter:

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Black Migo Story

The cash goes back to the hub cities, where it’s packaged and shipped back to cartel leaders in Mexico
–Verse–
Feds want me bad, they want me for my past
They calculated truckloads of bricks that I passed
Other pussy niggas, you know we jugg swag
I’m so turnt, niggas in my own hood mad
I want six figures, I paid like two-hundred for that shit
You play with me, you gon’ get your neighborhood killed
Lil Mexico, look at our city we done built
We got drug laws, I’m the fuckin’ president
I break bricks down nigga, remix ’em, put ’em back together
I break bricks down nigga, remix ’em, put ’em back together
I break bricks down nigga, remix ’em, put ’em back together
I break bricks down nigga, remix ’em, put ’em back together Lyrics to ‘Black Migo Story’ by Young Scooter:

–Intro–
Mexican drug cartels have developed an intricate network using cities like Atlanta as a major distribution hub, and bringing with them a brand of violence rarely seen this far away from the border. Federal authorities say it works like this: the drugs are moved in bulk across the Mexican border to hub cities like Atlanta, where it’s broken down in warehouse, shipped to other cities, then broken down again and sold on the street.

Life

Lyrics to ‘Life’ by Young Scooter:

–Intro–
Uncle Will, yeah he saved my life
Black Migo Gang nigga, true story
–Chorus–
Life, can’t be playin’ with your life
Niggas snitchin’, stealin’ from they people, shit ain’t right
Life, leave your wife, that bitch ain’t right
These hoes ain’t loyal, that’s a part of life
Life, hustle, grind, and stack it every night
I do this shit for my kids, they my fuckin’ life
Life, thank god I’m still livin’ life
I did a lot of shit wrong but I still paid the price
–Verse 1–
I know my OG Double watchin’ over me
I’m from apartments but they play my music overseas
In Toronto, Jamaica, Africa, and Belize
I done seen so much shit you probably wouldn’t believe
I done seen niggas get whacked
Four five six, that’s a head-cracker, head shot, a dead dead
Yeah these dirty streets will take your life
I seen a nigga get Slaughter Gang in the back with a knife
Life, I blow twenty racks a night
White, cocaine that’s my fuckin’ life
Flights, private jets when we take flight
Thank Uncle Will for what he did, that nigga saved my life
–Chorus–
Life, can’t be playin’ with your life
Niggas snitchin’, stealin’ from they people, shit ain’t right
Life, leave your wife, that bitch ain’t right
These hoes ain’t loyal, that’s a part of life
Life, hustle, grind, and stack it every night
I do this shit for my kids, they my fuckin’ life
Life, thank god I’m still livin’ life
I did a lot of shit wrong but I still paid the price
–Verse 2–
I know niggas doin’ life ’cause they ain’t had no lawyer
Nigga lost his whole bag and he couldn’t afford it
So the judge took his life like life ain’t important
Nigga you shouldn’t trust your wife, I seen that ho with Jordan
There’s nothing important in life
You only get one chance at life
Listen to my music, you’ll change your life
I just made like eighty thousand last night
I hope everybody doin’ life get that appeal
But keep it real, don’t you snitch and work a deal
And if you real I know you feel the way I feel
This a dirty world that we fuckin’ livin’ in
–Chorus–
Life, can’t be playin’ with your life
Niggas snitchin’, stealin’ from they people, shit ain’t right
Life, leave your wife, that bitch ain’t right
These hoes ain’t loyal, that’s a part of life
Life, hustle, grind, and stack it every night
I do this shit for my kids, they my fuckin’ life
Life, thank god I’m still livin’ life
I did a lot of shit wrong but I still paid the price

Used To Ballin

Lyrics to ‘Used To Ballin’ by Young Scooter:

–Chorus: TK Kravitz–
Girl I want to smash but that money callin’
Baby it’s the truth that I got used to ballin’
Girl I want to smash but that money callin’
Baby it’s the truth that I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’, yeah
–Verse 1: Young Scooter–
Every day I ball, gotta get this guap
I’m always flexin’, catch me ballin’ on the opps
You leavin’ one of ones, you are not a problem
I even dropped out the pussy ’cause the money callin’
My niggas shoot like Kyrie
Cocaine in my IV
Juggin’ is a hobby
Bitch I’m the street lottery
Yeah I wanna smash but them bricks just came in
Every time I re-up cop a quarter million
Yeah my bitch asian but her hair Brazilian
I count a whole ticket when a nigga boring
–Chorus: TK Kravitz–
Girl I want to smash but that money callin’
Baby it’s the truth that I got used to ballin’
Girl I want to smash but that money callin’
Baby it’s the truth that I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’, yeah
–Verse 2: Young Scooter–
I can hear that money callin’ a thousand miles away
I blew like ninety thousand gambling yesterday
I spend that shit and jugg that check up, nigga right back today
From the project hallways, I came a long way
Now I’m ballin’ like LeBron
I re-up on the phone
You need a plug, I could put you on
But ain’t no talkin’ on the phone
Yeah I wanna smash but them pounds just came in
Let the top back, her hair blowin’ in the wind
Scooter why you always flexin’, bitch I came from nothin’
Black Amigo Scooter lit just like a stadium
–Chorus: TK Kravitz–
Girl I want to smash but that money callin’
Baby it’s the truth that I got used to ballin’
Girl I want to smash but that money callin’
Baby it’s the truth that I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’
I got used to ballin’, yeah

Hustlin

Remember my nigga, all we had dinner was rice
We was just gettin’ it right
Out on that corner then they ran up on us ’cause we tryna win win win
We catch a new case and get back out of jail and we do it again-gain-gain
Four on a baby, that one twenty-five, they feel like McGrady and we let ’em fly
Maybe I’m wrong, I pray that we kill ’em and we never die
Be with some niggas that stand up, they only get down on their knees just to pray to Allah
We the type [?] of them niggas to spray all them niggas like brrr and go to Dubai
You know that it’s on, nigga we
–Chorus: YFN Lucci–
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah Remember them nights, where was they plannin’ them nights? Lyrics to ‘Hustlin’ by Young Scooter:

–Verse 1: YFN Lucci–
I was down, shit was slow
Nigga say he got them bags, but that shit hot, yeah
All we know is lay ’em down, yeah we gon’ plot
And if it’s in there we gon’ go in a nigga’s spot
Uh, slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure
My brother workin’ that stick, they keep on swangin’ that door
My partner just caught a five ’cause he got caught with that pole
Got to keep your mouth shut and play the game how it go, yeah
Hustlin’, yeah we were hustlin’
Nigga get out of line, hell yeah we gon’ bust him
Niggas that be talkin’ behind your back, you can’t trust ’em
And two words to a snitch nigga, motherfuck ’em, yeah
Makin’ plays like I’m in the NBA, in and out of state
Tryna feed my kids and beat a case
My lil partner got that iron on him, dying to catch a case
Sippin’ ’round, pourin’ nines, fuck a line we need a case, yeah hey
–Chorus: YFN Lucci–
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah
–Verse 2: Young Scooter–
Three sixty-five hustlin’ means we grind all year
You see this Rolex ’round my wrist, bitch I shine all year
I’m the Jugg King so I get jugg man of the year
I was locked up, juggin’ out my cell for real
Working out that condo, we was jugging for sure
Bust down a thousand pounds, sweep twenty pounds off the floor
Still got that ninety-seven Acura, with a spot in the floor
I’m ’bout these bricks for life just like that boy Shawty Lo (L-O)
A lot of niggas jugg but they can’t jugg like this
I got collard greens and I got all white fish
And I don’t need a ho ’cause I could buy your bitch
It take a real nigga to live a life like this
–Chorus: YFN Lucci–
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah
–Verse 3: Meek Mill–
Trappin’ out the bando, thirty shot extendo
Pop the cartridge in like we playin’ Nintendo
Put some paper on ’em, make them niggas get low
Shootin’ and they tellin’, that’s them niggas M-O, ho!

Dial Up

I Called That Nigga Back, Said “I Ain’t High Enough”! Told My Plug I Ain’t High Enough! –Verse 1: Nyck Caution–
Stay tuned for the official release! I Called That Nigga Back, Said “I Ain’t High Enough”! Lyrics to ‘Dial Up’ by Kirk Knight:

Unreleased
–Hook: Kirk Knight–
Wake Up Call Ain’t No Dial Up! Put My Life On The Line To Get Higher Up! Wake Up Call Ain’t No Dial Up! Told My Plug I Ain’t High Enough! Put My Life On The Line To Get Higher Up!

Woman

Lyrics to ‘Woman’ by Kesha:

–Intro–
Let’s be serious, come on
This is a real, this is, excuse me? Ok, shut up
–Verse 1–
I buy my own things, I pay my own bills
These diamond rings, my automobiles
Everything I got, I bought it
Boys can’t buy my love, buy my love, yeah
I do what I want (She does), say what you say
I work real hard every day
–Chorus–
I’m a motherfucking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherfucking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherfucker
Mmm, yeah
–Verse 2–
Let’s drive around town in my Cadillac
Girls in the front, boys in the back
Loosey as a goosey and we’re looking for some fun
–Chorus–
I’m a motherfucking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherfucking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherfucker
Mmm, yeah
–Bridge–
Mmm, yeah
Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
‘Cause I run my shit, baby
(‘Cause I run my shit, baby, I run my shit)
Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this shit, baby, I write this shit)
I write my shit
Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I run my shit, baby, I run my shit)
Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(Don’t touch my weave, baby)
‘Cause I run my shit, baby, I run my shit
(‘Cause I run my shit, baby, I run my shit)
Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
I run this shit, baby, I run this shit
(‘Cause I run this shit, baby, I run this shit)
Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money
Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey”
(‘Cause I write this shit, baby, I write this shit)
–Chorus–
I’m a motherfucking woman, baby, alright
I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight
I’m a motherfucking woman, baby, that’s right
I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight
I’m a motherfucker
Mmm, yeah

We Could Be Free

So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools saying “all lives matter”
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Life unopposed
Locked in the hood
Trying to stop me from voting and stop me from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own
–Bridge–
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide? Why they flood Baton Rouge? Why the city singing Alton’s blues? Why, why, why, why? I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose? In those times I try to remember
–Hook–
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the plays of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow
–Outro: *Ty Dolla $ign* and Vic Mensa–
Love *(love)*
Love *(love)*
To love my enemy as my brother
*(yeah yeah yeah)*
Make my enemy my brother Lyrics to ‘We Could Be Free’ by Vic Mensa:

–Intro–
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the plays of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
–Verse 1–
One day I dream of telling my momma
“You ain’t gotta work no more”
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But
–Bridge–
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when so many niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember
–Hook–
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the plays of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
–Verse 2–
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ by an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
Faith in the lord can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?

Watch Me

Lyrics to ‘Watch Me’ by Jaden Smith:

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Wings

Did I waste too many days? Or do they just love he attention? Is the past coming back to bite? Did I fight too many nights? Lyrics to ‘Wings’ by Vic Mensa:

–Intro–
(Wings, wings, wings)
P, this shit beautiful
(Spread my wings, wings, wings, spread my wings)
Just let me think about my life
(And fly, fly, fly, fly)
Where I wanna go, and where I been
(Fly, fly, fly)
Turn my headphones up
–Verse 1–
Take me away from all the drama man, I miss the old days
With all of these backstabbers i feel like the old jay
I wanna open up my parachute but it’s cold playing this role when you never been the type to role play
There’s something about this game and it fucks with you mentally
Like football players leaving the league with traumatic brain injuries
And eventually, you’ll never be the same as you were
Then you look back at your life and everything is a blur
Like
Did I really turn 23 and see a mill before 24? Not to mention my girlfriends, what went wrong? –Hook–
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
Use my wings (wings, wings)
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
And fly (fly, fly, fly)
Fly
Fly
Fly
Use my wings
–Verse 2–
Introduction to victor, not vic mensa
The one you never meet in a XXL issue
I got so many issues, I should be my own publisher
The beat is my therapist, skateboard, paint the picture
A portrait of the artist formally known as Vic
I read the signs I was close to overdose like Prince
Picking pill pieces up out of the bathroom sink
Like an armored truck ride in the rink
I’d probably be a vegetable if not for medical attention
My self destructive habits have me itching like Tyrone Biggums
In the cyclone, of my own, addiction
The voices in my head keep talking, I don’t wanna listen
“You’ll never be good enough nigga you never was
Nobody fucking needs you, you should just jump off the bridge
You hurt everyone around you, you impossible to love
I don’t want you to live, I wish you were fucking dead
I wish you were never born, we would all be better for it
I don’t love you I don’t like you, like a fucking metaphor
Fuck everyone song you ever done, you lie to everyone
And ask them to tell the truth when that’s something you never done
You a fucking embarrassment, how dare you win
Nigga, you let the devil in
You’re still a drug addict, you’re nothing without your medicine
Go and run to your sedatives, you can’t run forever Vic”
Climb the tallest building and spread your wings
–Hook–
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
Use my wings (wings, wings)
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
And fly (fly, fly, fly)
Fly
Fly
Fly
Here’s my
–Outro: Saul Williams and Vic Mensa–
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky
(The answer to the questions that wings are)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky
(The metaphor for birds is eternal)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky
(Spread my wings, and fly)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings and fly)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling, falling to the sky
Good Evening Will they love me when I die? Will I ever learn how to fly? Do they really value my friendship? Did I just blow it all like a hand grenade in the middle of a civil war? Am I the same as the snakes? Did they do me too right? Am I still down with the same niggas that I came in with?

Heartbreak Summer Lyrics – Rac

No waves, dead beach
These birds won’t leave me alone
Can’t bare this heat, my burn, every sweater I own
Too many days and you drive outside,
[?] on the floor
Missing a place just that we used to make-out on the shores
While everybody surfing
Baby I’ve been hurting
Oceans take me under, ooh
Baby, it’s a heartbreak summer
They see, just broke
I left my sandals at yours
Black jeans, red coat
Take me to December, New York
Too many days in a palm tree, house keys on the floor, ooh
Thinking of ways that you just don’t own me anymore
While everybody surfing
Baby I’ve been hurting
Oceans take me under, ooh
Baby, it’s a heartbreak summer
Baby, it’s a heartbreak summer
Baby, it’s a heartbreak summer